Okay, I have realized that there are some ideas I've had since the beginning of making this Fanfiction that would be a shame to not use. And also, I feel that two of them could be used to introduce the Chaos Dwarfs in this story. So, I will add some more characters to this story while breaking two of my pre-established rules for writing this story and I apologize to anyone who will be bothered by this. Also, no one can beg me to do this again because I won't. They will first be hinted at in the Omakes for this chapter.


Qrow was busy drinking again, this world was a nightmare! Monsters were everywhere and the authorities were practically useless. At least the authorities who weren't monsters themselves. He had already come across an entire Rogues Gallery during his time here. The Vampires were separated into multiple bloodlines. First there was the Von Carsteins, haughty nobles who engage in internecine conflicts in what could be summed up as an enormous dick-measuring contest.

Second was the Lahmian Sisterhood, who brought the term "Bloodsucking Bitch" to a whole new level by seducing powerful government officials into giving them positions of power. Third were the Necrarchs, hermit sorcerers who were all paranoid nutcases obsessed with amassing knowledge and backstabbing each other in their spare time. Fourth were the Blood Dragons, emo knights who wandered around doing sword practice on anything that could put up a decent fight. Fifth were the Strigoi, ugly bastards who were prone to schizophrenia, that hid in the shadows. He had, had quite a few close calls with some individuals from each.

He especially hated the Necrarchs in particular, as magic was particularly difficult to deal with. Yet, even here there were still some people who had the balls to fight back against the monsters here. Some had even helped him get out of a difficult situation or two.

He had also encountered the Beastmen which were like a twisted perversion of the Faunus. They mirrored the Grimm in a sense due to their destructive nature and aggression towards Humanity and everything they built. The only difference being that the Beastmen also despoiled everything they came across. While the Creatures of Grimm would normally leave most living things untouched and only engage in territorial disputes with wildlife. The Beastmen would eat and shit on everything leaving an uninhabitable waste in their wake before going on their merry way.

"Gods forbid that any of my nieces end up here." Muttered Qrow.

Qrow proceeded to start chugging his drink at that last thought. Qrow however didn't notice the Death Mage and Vampire Hunter who were looking at him, one in shock the other in excitement.


Somewhere in the forests near Ostermark

Falkner the Wild hated the world he had suddenly been dropped in. when he had first woken up in this 9 times damned realm that wasn't Nirn he was beholden to vast fields of ice and snow much like his homeland of Skyrim. Yet something was wrong. At first, he had been overjoyed to meet what at first seemed to be his fellow Nords, but he would soon discover that these false Nords known as Norscans worshipped Daedra much like the Forsworn did. They had attacked him when he had reacted in disgust and shock.

He killed them all, defaced their idols and burned their village to the ground. He had fought for his people by joining the Stormcloak Rebellion back in Skyrim for their right to worship Talos. To see this twisted mockery of his homeland was an affront to everything he had stood for. He then left that damned place and went south to this strange Empire after forcing a dragon into submission. He had heard much about this world from the ramblings of the Merchants that would later run away at the sight of him.

The marauders called the Kurgan and Hung seemed to have a culture similar to that of the Orsimer, if the Orsimer were all monsters. The lands of Tilea, Estalia and the so-called Empire of Man reminded him of Cyrodiil. Bretonnia reminded him a lot of High Rock. The Beastmen sounded like what the Forsworn would be if they were Beastfolk but worse. This world also had Wood Elves which were much the same as his world only far more xenophobic.

He had even heard of far more distant lands such as Ind which reminded him a bit of Elsweyr. With the lands surrounding it sounding a bit too much like Akavir. The High Elves sounded much the same except without the Thalmor, thank the Divines for that. The Dark Elves sounded only vaguely like the Dunmer, if the Dunmer were much worse and worshipped Molag Bal and Sanguine. Lastly, Araby sounded a bit like Hammerfell and The Southlands reminded him a little too much of Black Marsh.

This world seemed to mirror his own in disturbing ways. The Dragonborn continued to eat his Solstheim Elk and Scuttle he had cooked. This Skyrim style dish he had made from an Oblast Elk and cheese dropped by the fleeing Merchants was to remind him of home. He slowly began to cry.


The Dark Lands

After The Hunter finished drawing the Beastman Chieftain he had decided to leave Ind. His strange little Dwarf companion had crafted a spear from stone and bone he had foraged in Ind. He looked at the drawing again, it portrayed the Tiger-like monster in a triumphant prideful pose. They had been rather hospitable towards him. After he finished reminiscing, he couldn't help but notice a band of deformed and muscular looking men charging towards him and his Dwarf companion.

This was a warband of the ferocious barbarians known as the Tong. And The Hunter was about to experience first-hand what had terrified the Kurgans and Norscans themselves.


Within the Gold College of Magic

Shirou was impressed by how many books there were here. However, what he chose to read mainly involved things he felt were important to know about the world he was in. One Book in particular was The Loathsome Ratmen and All Their Vile Kin. It talked about some evil race of Ratmen called the Skaven.

"So, you're trying to learn of potential enemies it seems." Said Balthasar Gelt.

"It's better to be prepared for potential threats when dealing with the unknown." Stated Shirou.

"What is it like in the world you hail from?" asked Balthasar.

"The users of magic or mage-craft in my world who refer to themselves as Magi exist in secret from the rest of the world in a secret society of sorts. The supernatural is kept hidden. They are known to have very few limits when it comes to what they can study and they can commit atrocities and perform dangerous experiments as long as they don't expose the existence of mage-craft to the world. I'm one of those who disapproves of such actions and is mostly unable to act." Explained Shirou.

"Sounds like a Chaos Cult. They act with almost no responsibility or moral restraint." Stated Balthasar dryly.

"The funny thing is that as far as I know Chaos doesn't exist in my world. Humans are just inherently selfish." Said Shirou.

"Homo homini lupus est, that is a phrase in the classical tongue which means 'a man is a wolf to his fellow man'. Some scholars believe that even if there were no Chaos Gods there would still be humans who prey on others for their own selfish reasons. It seems that there is indeed some truth to that if what you say is a fact." stated Balthasar.

"Anyways if your looking into the threats of Chaos then you have some required reading." Said the Supreme Patriarch as he went to go get something.

He brought back two books one was about four volumes in size while the other was enormous standing to a full two feet in height with black wood covers.

"These are the full unedited volumes of the Liber Malefic and the Liber Chaotica. They will help add to your knowledge of the potential threats of The Ruinous Powers." Stated Balthasar Gelt.


In the Reikwald

Goblin Slayer and Mugrub Fiendslayer were sitting next to the campfire awkwardly while the Imperial Troops stared at them while drawing their weapons. Mugrub tried to defuse the situation using the proper Reikland Dialect he had learned from the book given to him by the Tileans.

"Excuse me gentlemen. My name is Mugrub Fiendslayer and my acquaintance here goes by the title of Goblin Slayer. We promise that we mean you no harm." He spoke diplomatically.

"That's not an Orc it's a Damned Mutant!" one of them shouted.

As Mugrub realized he was beginning to run out of options Goblin Slayer spoke up.

"Have any of you noticed how many monsters, bandits and crazy people are here?" Asked Goblin Slayer.

"Are you saying we ain't doin our bloody jobs right ya cunt?" said a Pikeman from Averland.

"Alright Lads let's kill these funny-men and be done with em." said the Imperial General.

The Soldiers of the Empire then drew various crossbows and firearms before pointing them at the two wayward adventurers. Mugrub Fiendslayer slowly reached for his Adamantine Katana.


Karak Eight Peaks

Hans 1106 was brought before Belegar Ironhammer. He was back in his standard equipment and uniform. The old Dwarf King stroked his beard inquisitively as he stared at the strange soldier.

"Where did you come from Umgi?" asked Belegar Ironhammer.

Hans then pointed up towards the stone ceiling causing a moment of silence.

"Um, are you saying you came from the surface?" asked Belegar in slight befuddlement.

"No, the stars!" clarified Hans.

He then went on to explain in detail of another Empire or Imperium of Man that was spread out amongst the stars. He claimed that they were all distant descendants of a spacefaring Humanity which only served to unintentionally offend the Dawi. He then claimed that he needed to find a proper location to set up a distress beacon to send signals into space.

The Dwarves began to stare silently at him as if he had grown a second head.

(Timeskip)

Shallyan Sanatorium, Talabheim

Hans sat in a straightjacket confused as to how everything had gotten him here, it seems that the planet isn't entirely dominated by Squats though. The so-called Priestesses of Shallya here seemed to resemble a primitive version of the Orders Hospitaller. They were just as compassionate as well. Another thing he couldn't help but notice was the various Gods worshipped on this world. However, there was one in particular that had grabbed his interest.

When he had first heard mention of a deity named Sigmar he hadn't payed it much mind. But it was only after seeing one illustrated portrayal of him that he had noticed the similarity in appearance to the God Emperor. He wasn't certain if he was one of the forgotten Primarchs or a child born with a fragment of The Emperor's soul.

"Hey buddy, what are you in here for?" asked a strange blond-haired young man with a prosthetic leg.


I recently decided that I may actually put Geralt of Rivia in this Fanfiction because he would fit interestingly into this setting. The Characters hinted at in the second Omake may play a crucial part in determining the fate of Cathay in The End Times. On another note I liked comparing the races of Elder Scrolls with Warhammer. The Orcs from Elder Scrolls are based on steppes raiders much like the Kurgan and Hung, the Beastmen are based on the Gallic Celts much like the Forsworn and the Khajiit are inspired by the Gypsies and other people of India which of course has parallels with Ind and the Strigany. The Dark Elves and Dwarves of the Elder Scrolls universe ironically have more in common with the Chaos Dwarves of Warhammer due to their Mesopotamian inspiration, High Rock and Bretonnia was my favorite comparison due to them being inspired by medieval France and Britain.

Omake1 (Canon)

An urban legend had spread throughout the rural parts of The Empire of Man. They spoke of a guardian of the forest and it's people who was said to be born from the wilds themselves. He protected the Hedge Folk from Witch Hunters and saved small villages from Herds of Beastmen. The Hedge Folk and Druids called him The Child of the Forest. While the Cult of Taal and Rhya called him The Son of Taal.

The Jade and Brown Wizards were suspicious of the being's alleged existence as well as the Witch Hunters. But what they didn't know was that the being was actually from another world altogether.

Omake2 (Canon)

Nadarr was a Dray from the barren World of Athas. He was born into slavery in the City-state of Draj and became a Gladiator in the arena. Later after many battles he then discovered his psionic powers and learned from a particularly wise Half-giant named Chimalley how to use his psionics in combat. As he gained the admiration of the masses with every victory, he gained influence. When his brother died in the Arena he began plans for a rebellion against the ruling God-king, Atzetuk, Son of the Sorcerer-king, Tectuktitlay.

He rallied the other slaves and his supporters to turn on their Dictator. He decapitated the God-king with his macuahuitl, ending his reign. Later after returning from numerous adventures to find Draj had been manipulated by Moon Priests and the Masters of the House of the Mind while Atzetuk had been a scape-goat all along, he overthrew them and ruled as the Hero of the People and allowed Preservers, Druids and Clerics to enter his domain as they preserved the land and improved the people's morale. In this Dying World under a Dark Sun, there was finally hope in his Kingdom on the mud flat at the western edge of The Silt Sea.

But now here he was suddenly waking up in chains and being held hostage by strange Dwarves. The amount of Precious Metal they had here was impressive. They practically flaunted their wealth and still had the nerve to call his equipment Shoddy! His armor was made from Braxat Hide inlaid with Fire Drake Leather, his sword and shield were made from the Finest Steel from Tyr and Forged by Dwarves! All the Dwarves here were also ugly as they had mutations such as demonic eyes and tusks.

They were also far hairier than any Dwarf he had seen during his travels across the Tablelands and beyond, as they were flaunting braided beards. They dressed in outfits that vaguely resembled uniforms from Urik or Tyr. They barely talked only doing so when giving orders and commands most of the time they were eerily silent. He had however heard mention of slaves and sacrifices. Then he heard shouts from a room next to his from a rather strange sounding voice.

"I'm not a Golem or a Machine! I'm a Person!"