This is a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and of sorcery. It is an age of battle and death, and of the world’s ending. Amidst all of the fire, flame and fury it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of bold deeds and great courage

At the heart of the Old World lie the lands of men, ruled over by the Emperor Sigmar. Once a land divided, it has been united into the Empire, stretching from the Sea of Claws in the north to the Grey Mountains of the south. At Reikdorf dwells the Emperor, the only man with vision enough to see that if men could not overcome their differences and rally together, their demise is assured.

To the frozen north, Norsii raiders, barbarians and worshippers of Dark Cods, burn, slay and pillage. Grim spectres haunt the marshlands and monstrous beasts gather in the forests. Greenskins plague the land and will forever be the bane of men. Defeated at Black Fire Pass, they gather their strength in mountain lairs, waiting on another chance to invade the Empire.

But Sigmar does not stand alone against his many enemies. The dwarfs of the mountains, great forge smiths and engineers, are his oath-sworn allies. As a great and terrible evil from the dawn of time arises to lay waste to the Empire, all must stand together, dwarf and man, for their mutual survival depends on it.