Twas the night before battle and all in the warp was quiet (except for the usual grinding of souls and the letting of blood, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!) Khorne looked down upon his eager and willing subjects all ready to throw themselves in to the unknown cauldron of battle, to quench his unending thirst for blood and skulls. When his flame red eye did stumble upon Kranos, a skilled and fierce warrior (if not a little mad) down on his knees once more giving thanks unto khorne. Who gives such a pitifully soul the chance to once again reek carnage across another world and revel in the most beautifull of games, that of
