Rumors are told of a Warband of Dark Elves that were camped outside a small hamlet somewhere in the south plains. They had been on the battle path for a few months. After the men had settled into their camp for the night, the Captain spied the little village and felt the need for some grog.

As he walked into town, the rain started as he wandered through to find the tavern.

Inside was warm and dry, but the air was still. An old man was sitting alone at a table in the center of the room. The Dark Elf Captain, a habitual gambler, was lured in for some games of chance. He didn’t know the old man was a Chaos Wizard. Everybody knows to never gamble with a wizard.

The arrogant Captain was unsuspecting. After several drinks and losing the rest of his coin to the wizard, the Captain became furious and forced the old man to leave at the hazard of his sword. The Captain also boasted he had a band of warriors camped just outside of the village.

The wizard did not wish to make a scene in the tavern, but he made his mind to teach the Captain a painful lesson. He simply told the Captain that they would meet again soon. He walked out into the rain and into the night.

The Captain eventually staggered his way back to camp that night. The Wizard secretly followed him and found the army camp. Early in the morning, he walked silently through the camp while the elves were still asleep. When he reached the other side of the camp he started a powerful spell. Opening a Chaos portal, an army of Chaos Daemons started emerging from the magical void.

The Elf Captain messed with the wrong wizard.