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This campaign is designed for experienced players. A tutorial is available in the US campaign.

We are now at war with [Faction].

To ensure the survival of the Greater East Asian Co-prosperity Sphere, we must conduct a pre-emptive strike on our enemies.

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Admiral, the Imperial Japanese Navy has almost total control of the Pacific theatre. Unless we can push back, Churchill is cons
Great Britain, the Comonwealth, and their Allies have unconditionally surrendered. Japan has ensured its self-preservation and
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[Flyer]
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Stepping up to the altar you proclaimed your dedication to the Weaver of All Fates. A single raven settles atop the mound of of
You step up to the cracked altar and place the last of your plundered relics on its black stone. Facing north you recite your vict
After weeks of only moderate success and middling victories, your offerings had become meagre, your fleet near mutiny, but y
After your long and bloody campaign you needed more - more strength, more magic, more knowledge - and in this final cerem
Years have passed since you set out on this dark and twisting path. Rivals have fallen before you, comrades have been betray
Grail Knight
This legendary Knight completed their quest to find the Lady of the Lake and was reborn as a powerful protector of the realm.
Chaos Daemon Sword
This most deadly of all blades contains a bound Daemon trapped inside. Although powerful the Daemon Sword is fickle and tre
Filth Mace
This rusted mace drips with Nurgle's choicest plagues and bears an enchantment that ensnares the souls of those crushed be
Sword of Change
The Sword of Change has the power to warp its foes and turn them into vile monstrosities: dribbling, mindless creatures known
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A tutorial is available in the US campaign.

prosperity Sphere, we must conduct a pre-emptive strike on our enemies. Though they are not currently moving against us, once we attack
l control of the Pacific theatre. Unless we can push back, Churchill is considering surrender to the Japanese.
unconditionally surrendered. Japan has ensured its self-preservation and its continued domination of East Asia.

on to the Weaver of All Fates. A single raven settles atop the mound of offerings and begins to caw. The cawing echoes and repeats over a
your plundered relics on its black stone. Facing north you recite your victories, the magical powers unleashed in the name of Tzeentch. Yo
ictories, your offerings had become meagre, your fleet near mutiny, but you had a least succeeded so far. Your fortunes need to change, a
re - more strength, more magic, more knowledge - and in this final ceremony you would call upon unknowable Tzeentch to grant you the po
d twisting path. Rivals have fallen before you, comrades have been betrayed or sacrificed in service of your greater goals. Uncountable trea

he Lady of the Lake and was reborn as a powerful protector of the realm.

mon trapped inside. Although powerful the Daemon Sword is fickle and treacherous, and if not guarded it will betray its wielder.

s and bears an enchantment that ensnares the souls of those crushed beneath its filth-encrusted mass.

and turn them into vile monstrosities: dribbling, mindless creatures known as Chaos Spawn.
g against us, once we attack a nation, that nation will declare war on us.
ng echoes and repeats over and over, multiplying into a peal of mocking laughter that fills your mind. Your vision blurs and the raven seems
in the name of Tzeentch. You name the champions of order that you have lain low, the anarchy and unrest that has followed your wake of
ur fortunes need to change, and Tzeentch, Lord of All Fates, Great Conspirator, The Great Sorcerer, Changer of the ways holds the power t
Tzeentch to grant you the power to plunder the world in his infinite names. As you cast the final enchanted trinket on the war altar and whis
eater goals. Uncountable treasures have been plundered and remade as offerings to Tzeentch, Changer of the Ways. But earthly glory no lo

etray its wielder.

on blurs and the raven seems to grow to enormous proportions, its head splitting into two incomprehensible, scornful beaked faces. Sudden
hat has followed your wake of destruction. Raising your arms to the sky you beseech your dark patron to reward your efforts. Your mind’s ey
of the ways holds the power to do so. Leafing desperately through your grimoires you happen upon the spell you were hoping for. You wou
nket on the war altar and whispered the final rite an unearthly agony seizes your body. Falling to the floor you are wracked with excruciatin
e Ways. But earthly glory no longer interested you, only the great game, the sowing of chaos and the thwarting of order for your dark god. A
scornful beaked faces. Sudden shame and regret fill you before being replaced by the agony of uncontrollable mutation. A wretched, mad e
rd your efforts. Your mind’s eye is filled with myriad visions, as if refracted through a many-faceted crystal. You see your greatest triumphs
you were hoping for. You would call upon your patron deity to grant upon you a change of fortune. Your crew to heaps the last of your sacr
u are wracked with excruciating spasms. Had you failed, were you being punished? These questions echo for an seeming eternity in your m
ng of order for your dark god. As your summoned horrors alternate between mocking derision and twisted, cackling encouragements you ste
e mutation. A wretched, mad existence as Choas Spawn is the only reward for such a feeble offering to Tzeentch.
ou see your greatest triumphs and defeats, but each time the scene shifts to your War Priest, gloating in satisfaction - he had been behind it
w to heaps the last of your sacrificial victims upon the altar and you hope it will be enough. You complete the incantation and the room grows
an seeming eternity in your mind until the pain stops rushing through your body and you feel yourself breathing again, your thoughts settled
ckling encouragements you step up to the War Altar. Uttering a twisted incantation you bow down and open your mind to the infinite madde
action - he had been behind it all, engineering every move! You were not the master, you were a puppet. With this realisation, you feel the
ncantation and the room grows ominously dark and silent. With a thundercrack, the deck erupts with pink and blue flames and hideous scre
ng again, your thoughts settled, not as they were but into new, vaster places in your mind. You had been changed by great Tzeentch, made
our mind to the infinite maddening presence of your dark divine master, allowing your senses to be broken and reformed in the psychic edd
h this realisation, you feel the disgust of your deity echo around your mind before you are disintegrated by a bolt of indigo-red lightning.
blue flames and hideous screeching fills your ears. The screeching ends as your body rips in twain and from it emerges a Greater Deamon
nged by great Tzeentch, made greater. You could see clearer, new unnamed colours coming into focus. You stood upright on cloven feet, s
d reformed in the psychic eddies that have taken your consciousness. In a maelstrom of contradictory and monstrous impulses you at last s
olt of indigo-red lightning.
it emerges a Greater Deamon of Tzeench. Your dying thought is that you did sacrifice enough souls after all - unfortunately the last sacrifice
stood upright on cloven feet, steadying yourself with a pale, third arm through which you felt the tingle of magical energies at your comman
onstrous impulses you at last settle, the Changer of the Ways is pleased with your efforts. Your consciousness pours back into your mortal
unfortunately the last sacrifice was your own.
ical energies at your command. You boomed your first orders out in a voice that echoed of its own accord to your astonished crew. Set sail
s pours back into your mortal frame, but far greater than it was. You feel your body flex and bulge to accommodate your new self, arms and
your astonished crew. Set sail - for the End Times!
odate your new self, arms and legs swelling into massive hooves and claws, great pinions emerging from your shoulder blades and stretchi
r shoulder blades and stretching out into huge bat-like wings. Your apotheosis is complete, and you will forever wreak havoc as a fearsome
er wreak havoc as a fearsome Daemon Prince of Tzeentch.