Not every hero is a knight in shining armour. Most are simple folk, pressed into the fires of war and made to fight the battles of lords and kings. Cato is one such person, dragged from his comfy life into a world of magic, castles and Snow Queens. Forced to navigate dark plots and awkward silences, how far is he willing to go to change the very world around him?

The Eldar are slowly dying out, each fresh battle draining the Craftworlds of inhabitants. Despite their fall from grace and seeming doom, many still don their armour and head out to war, refusing to give up. Each son of Khaine is determined that their empire will blaze once more into glorious light before fate consigns them to oblivion.

The imperium is a bloated, rotting empire. For ten thousand years it has endured treachery and invasion. Yet at the close of the forty-first millenium it stagnates. Attacks from within are as common and as dangerous as the assaults without. Traitors, mutants and Xenos close in for the kill and- What the hell is that baneblade doing there! Some sort of tactical gen- "Creeeeeeeeeed!