"The desolate shores of the border princes howl with evil winds.
Cold calculating raiders are disgorged from black ships and Druchii warriors load bolt throwers and crossbows to pillage the pathetic human townships before them.
However unknown to the Dark Elves another evil has ravaged these lands. Like a tide of filth the Skaven erupt from the earth below. Plunging town after town into a vile deluge of pestilence and death.
There is little left for these raiders except the inevitable reality of battle.
Dread lords and lordlings rally their warriors and a supreme sorceress prepares her magics. For they stare down a writhing horde of ratmen. Their twisted machines glow with uncontrolled warp power and hideous abominations crawl towards fresh prey.
The Druchii draw their blades and load their bolts. For they will not suffer this insult. Their spoils this day will be the pleasure of casting these monsters back into whatever hell spat them out onto this earth!"