To the south of the Empire, the lawless Border Princes are wracked by war.
Undead legions sweep north from the Land of the Dead. Orcs, Skaven and Ogres run rampant and spiteful Wood Elves strike from the dark woods.
Against these dark forces stand the Dwarfs of Horn Hold, the Knights of Tempest Falls and the Men of New Sylvania, determined to stand firm; however if the undead can batter their way through the Border Princes then the Empire will be next.
This truly is the Last Chance War.
The Men of Stone had forged south before into the Narrows and been repulsed.by the Daemons of the Pernicious Gate but they knew no fear. Lead by their brave lord, Felix Wulf, they pushed south immediately following their withdrawal.
Their determination to break through to the Pernicious Gate was without compromise.
But again they were caught in the hemmed-in defiles of the Narrows. And immediately the force of Daemons that came to meet them withdrew on the left flank, redeploying their faster elements elsewhere and leaving the mighty warriors and their fire sticks with no targets.
Prospertine crashed through the foliage, a towering Exalted Bloodthirster, and ripped apart the greater knights of Ebon Scar with his huge halberd.
Ploughing through them he struck the second line of warriors and ripped them apart as well, barely breaking stride.
The monstrous beasts that the Men of Stone held in thrall lumbered forward, goaded by the strange magics of the dark and silent warriors as Raptor Riders swept up alongside them, but Bloodletters bounded forward and hacked the Raptor Riders down.
And a Soulgrinder used its lethal claws to tear chunks from the mammoth that led the counter attack.
One of the Triceranoughts smashed into the Bloodletters, impaling several daemons on its horns, but the rest brought it down, Skulltaker himself hacking the gigantic head from its shoulders.
The Bloodletters pushed forward, attacking the second Triceranought but what they had done to one they could do to the next. It fell too as Prospertine led the daemons that had devastated the right flank and centre towards the last remaining knight.
The last knight fell, fighting valiantly, but he could not stand against such powerful adversaries on their home ground.
The daemons had used the terrain to their advantage and now, once again, they had thrown the Men of Stone back from the Narrows.
This time however their army was scattered, all elements of it thrown to the winds.