The Chaos Lord, Prince Tazarka, was growing impatient. His scouts had not come back yet.

"Gush-nakh!" Prince Tazarka yelled.

"Yes m'Lord?" Gush-nakh, the sorcerer, said as he appeared in the doorway.

"Are my scouts back yet?" he questioned the sorcerer.

"Yes sir, three have got back just now, and the rest are coming."

"Send them in here!" Prince Tazarka ordered. Gush-nakh hurried away, and soon enough three Marauder scouts entered the room.

"Are the Dwarf holds strong?" Tazarka asked them.

"Nah, day ar orl weak littul places. We can easily kill orl da dwarfs. If we attak da second mountain fing we cum to, den we can esully destroy dem and den take da rest of em." One of them said.

"Good." Tazarka said with an evil glint in his eyes. "Get out of here. Tell the rest of your warriors to get ready for war," he said. "Gush-nakh! Tell all the other warriors. Tommorow we go to war!" Tazarka proclaimed.

"Lord! Lord! We spotted Marauder spys coming past our hold just then!" said the Dwarf servant.

"Do you think they will launch an attack against us?" said the old Dwarf Lord.

"Yes. There was many spies, and one left this scroll behind." He showed the Dwarf King the scroll, which said,

Halflings
The time of your doom is upon you. Soon your holds will fall to the power of Chaos. We give you this hoping you will ready yourselves and give us a good fight, not like the normal drunken Dwarf fighting. Be warned. We will stop at nothing to destroy you Dwarfs. And when we do, we will assault the realm of Men, then we will destroy that and take control of the world. The time of your doom is upon you. Either ready yourselves, or hide in your caves and slowly die of starvation. No matter what you do, you will die. There will be no mercy. The time of your doom is upon you.
Prince Tazarka, Lord of the Armies of Destruction

"So be it! Ready the Book of Grudges, and make sure that every Dwarf warrior is ready for a long and bitter fight. From this day forward, I swear to destroy the Chaos force or die trying!" The aged Dwarf Lord proclaimed.

Ahh. Dawn. Now was the time when the fall of the Old World would begin. His army was large. Many fully armoured Knights, hordes of barbaric Marauders, both mounted and on foot, and rank after rank and regiment after regiment of hulking Chaos Warriors. As well as those mortals, 7 Chaos Spawn were slobbering along the ground. Also, all four Chaos Gods had ordered a Greater Daemon to join his force. Daemons of all kinds followed the Chaos energy, and savage warhounds ran at the front of the army. It was a six day march to the Dwarf Hold, and when they got there, there would be plenty of bloodshed.

"Abut-kog!" Tazarka yelled to the Marauder chieftain.

"Yah, m'Lord?" he answered.

"I want you to send one of your men to the Dwarf hold with this scroll."

"Ok m'Lord, but can I read it? Ya know I like ta know wots goin on."

"Fine. But once you do, send a marauder straight away."

The Marauder chieftain walked away, unraveling the scroll. It read

Halflings
Your gold and silver will soon be ours. Today we started marching, in less than a week your hold will fall. You cannot beat us. We have four hundred heavy cavalry, and over twenty thousand infantry warriors. You have about two thousand infantry soldiers, and a handful of gunpowder weapons. You have not got a chance. The humans are busy fighting Orcs, they will not help you. You were foolish enough not to even attempt to make peace with the Elves. You have no friends to help you. Now you say we have no allies. But we do not need them. The Gods will just make more warriors if you kill ours. And guess what? We found a tribe of Beastmen and they joined us. One thousand beastmen have joined our ranks, as well as many Beastmen sorcerers. And don't think we will be like other armies where if you surrender, you will live. We will have no mercy on any of your waist-high creatures. You drunk midgets cannot stop us. The time of your doom is upon you.
Prince Tazarka, Lord of the Armies of Destruction

"Ha!" the marauder laughed to himself.

They had now been marching for four days. An Orc tribe had tried to attack them, but failed to kill any Chaos warriors and were all hacked down.

"Oi! Prince Tazarka!" yelled the Marauder horseman who had taken the scroll to the dwarfs. Tazarka turned towards him.

"Dey shot dis crossbow bolt at me. 'N its got dis scroll on it. Here, hav a look!" Tazarka took the scroll from the marauder.

Evil Warriors
Let it be known that all Dwarfs are sworn to hate any of ye kind, and a Dwarfs hatred will drive him into a frenzy so much that ye forces will not be able to kill him. I, King Kristov, swear by the glitter of the gold before me and the axe cradled in my hands, that we will defeat ye forces, if any. And if we can't, we will die defending our sacred mountains, and then they will be infested by rat-men and Night Goblins. If ye does manage to defeat us, you will soon be overrun by hordes of Skaven and goblins. Ye cannot win.
King Kristov of Karaz-Tuther

"Ha! Those Dwarfs think they can beat us! Foolish, arrogant Dwarves. Why not run now and live a few days longer? They are fan-kushak. They are fan-kushak! Kill them!" Tazarka said, and soon the entire army was chanting, "They are fan-kushak! Kill them! They are fan-kushak! Kill them!" Later in history, 'fan-kushak' was found to mean 'weak animals'.

"King Kristov! I can feel the Chaos energy. Some man-scouts heard chanting from afar. I believe they are now only a day or two's march away!" said the Dwarf servant.

"Well then. So be it. We will fight. Tell the warriors to take up guard positions. Pull down some rubble before the gate. Send some warriors out for food. Now, you will begin putting on my armour." The King said.

"But sir! You could get killed! You should stay here, safe!" the servant said.

"No! If my hold falls, then I will fall with it. I will not try to escape my death again."

"Sir! Abut-kog has informed me that once we get over these hills, we will be able to see the mountains in the distance. From there it will only be an hours march to the Dwarf hold." Gush-nak said to Tazarka.

"Good. Begin building up your magical powers, and tell the rest of them that it is only a short march before combat."

"Of course, m'Lord."

"King Kristov! King Kristov! I've got some bad news." Said the Dwarf servant.

"What? What is it?" Kristov replied.

"The army! We spotted the army! It is massive. I do not have any faith that we can win. We should go out the back gate now." He said.

"No. Do not worry. Do you know the great Slayer Julric?"

"I know of him, but it is said he is naught but a myth. It is said he killed ten thousand daemons by himself!"

"Well, he is not a myth. He is real. And he is coming. Slayer Julric was in the Empire helping kill Orcs, but when he heard of our plight he started traveling straight away. So, have faith. He will come. Now. Ready our forces."