Middenheim shook with a thunderous bang. A bald man stabbed a metal-faced man in the back, the ritual collapsed, the earth split open, and hope was lost. The world sank into the Warp. Four Chaos Gods, each larger than a planet, made their grand entrance, laid waste to everything, then left, bored.
A dwarf who had died in some "final battle" quietly witnessed it all, before a being from a higher dimension whisked him away.
After living for nearly a century as a dwarf, with a human soul, this being finally finished performing on the stage of the higher-dimensional beings, and was allowed to take his leave with a heart full of sorrow.
The higher-dimensional beings were quite pleased with this rare performance, and some of them had grown fond of the "dwarf" character. So they decided to grant him a gift to soothe his wounded heart: a retirement trip.
Of course, no one mentioned that they actually wanted to keep secretly watching the "dwarf's" story.
And so a former overworked office drone from Earth, now a dwarf named Durinba Kazadson, shouldered his pack and opened the door to a brand-new world
"What?! Chaotic Evil?! You must be itching to eat a stick of dynamite!"
Well, perhaps this dwarf from the Everpeak also brought along a few local specialties for the forces of darkness. Chaos-induced PTSD, you know. Understandable.
What could a little dwarf possibly have in mind?
