Suffused with corrupting magical energy, torn apart by battle and doomed to an eternity of war, the Warhammer world teeters upon the brink of utter annihilation. It is a grim, unforgiving world where every creature must strive for survival. It is a world where magic and superstition blot out all hope of a better future, where peace and enlightenment are not even distant dreams. Wars are fought with faith as much as steel, as bloodthirsty gods hunger for souls, while the lives of mortals are but brief flickers of light against an everlasting inferno of slaughter. It is a dark age, a bloody age, where the mighty rule and destroy the weak. It is an age for conquerors, sorcerers and heroes. These are the End Times.
Though humanity is the most populous race, mankind shares this world with a great many strange and dangerous creatures, and men are far from united against the perils they face. In the dark forests and gale-swept mountains, goblins dig their dank lairs, plotting their constant raids. Brutal Orcs - green-skinned brutes who thrive on war - sweep across nations in devastating invasions. Unseen by human eyes, beneath the surface the Under-Empire of the Skaven gnaws through the earth, its rat-like inhabitants harbouring dreams of domination and decay.
Yet, humanity is not without its allies. In their mountain strongholds the Dwarfs still cling on to their stubborn existence, though the empire they once built now lies shattered and overrun. In the midst of the Great Ocean, the High Elves live upon the mystical isle of Ulthuan, wreathed in enchantments, possessors of the most ancient magic and wisdom.
But amongst the chaos and destruction of ceaseless conflict, new armies join the fray. Both armies are sworn to destruction and revel in bloodshed and cruelty, but one uses grace and strategy, while the other is a relentless onslaught and slaughter. They are the Dark Elves and the Orcs and Goblins.