A cloaked figure with ceremonial swords at his sides calls forth from a black marble column to the united armies of elves, men, and greenskins below him:

Too long have our cousins looked down on us. Too long have the Emperor's Griffon-riders hunted the soldiers of Chaos. Join us in our stand against our common enemies. My Lord Khaine demands blood. Let us harvest it indiscriminately. Any soul willing to fight and die in this cause is welcome to fight by my side and be spared my blades. Let the blood of the armies of Order be woven into new strength for ours. Whether Men, so-called "High" Elves, or Dwarves, the Blood God demands sacrifice for salvation.

War is upon us.

Strife is ready.

Are you?