All you who dwell among the Paincakes, who abide in the House of the Cakes of Pain and Sorrow, hearken to me, for I, Thuloid, have a word for you. I speak of the Last Things, of the End of Days, of the waning of the Empire and of this Old World, and the bloody birth of a new age. Do not think that you will escape while others do not. Your Orcs and Skaven and Bretonnians will soon be on little