the chaos wastes-the inevitable city:

In a dark tower in the bastion of chaos the lone figure known as lore seeker was standing near a window looking at the hordes of the Raven Host marching to the chaos portals to the lands of the empire and The Kingdom of Kislev,thousand upon thousand of deamons,beastman,norscan tribes along side the Kurgan and the Hung and of course the warriors of change led by the Chosen of Tzeentch him self Tchar'zanek, Master of the Raven Host. Lore seeker turn his view to a corner in the tower where he had an orb of unknown origin he channel magic to the orb and an image appear of the so called Land of Chill or to the ones that live their Naggaroth,the bleak and forbidding northern continent of the dark elves. The image came to a view of a city but not just any city it was the city of cold Naggarond and in this city of pain and malice a thousand banners of flayed skin march along side legions of the Nagarrothi along side the cult of pleasure and cult of khaine boarding the black arks, ships the size of cities full with monsters and slaves of the dark elves. And on his personal black ark the flag of "the dragon and the crown" fly high along side his black guard and his mother and lover Morathi and First of the Hag Queens he sit on his dark throne full of armor in pure black the Witch King of Naggaroth Malekith son of the first Phoenix King Aenarion the Defender prepares to invade his former home of Ulthuan from The Kingdom of Nagarythe, now known as the Shadowlands to take what was denied from him so many ages ago. Lore seeker change the view of the orb once more now to a land full of mountains but one mountain he was focusing on the former stronghold of the dwarfs of the Angrund clan Karak Eight Peaks the Queen of the Silver Depths its glory was lost long ago now a stronghold to the Bloody Sun Boyz the ruler clan of greenskins in the Badlands, inside the mountain hundred of thousands of orcs and goblins all at once were shouting "WAAAGH!!!" like any greenskin will do before war and looking at them all a large black orc warboss Grumlock and on his massive shoulder his best and only "friend" the Night Goblin Shaman Gazbag. And like a green tide they marched to the lands of the Karaz Ankor to do the only thing they do best fighting and winning for gork and mork.

Back in the inevitable city lore seeker was looking at the window once more and saw him walking along his honor guard the master of the Raven Host Tchar'zanek,and he said out loud to the room,"Where there is resistance, Tchar'zanek will transform it to subservience. Where there is faith in the false pantheon of the Empire, he will bring obedience to the Raven God. And so long as but one of our enemies lives, our great Warlord shall seek him out and visit the change of death upon him."—The Coming of Tchar'zanek,Liber Malefic.

"A new age will start soon,it was not so long ago when the legions of chaos and the dark elves besiege the lands of man and elf only to be defeated in the great battle at the gates of Kislev.... It is so boring don't you think?". He asked someone in the room only the room was empty.

He set on the chair that was made from obsidian and chaos steel grabbing with his magic a large flagon and started to drink til the flagon was empty,"i tell you this you can name any drink you want but the best drink of them all its the Bugman's XXXXX brew". He said putting the flagon down and closed his massive book. He was looking at his book with a what one can guess is a look of sadness.

"You know not many if any know this at all but life as a god is boring and the life of a chaos god is just annoying,we had a purpose a reason we were one in our goals but then my brothers started to gain power to much power first they gain a grip on the mortal world like all of us did when the Polar Gates now The Wounds Within Reality collapsed and we came to the world of that hubris race of the star travelers the old ones we had one goal to destroy it but then all was change when the four you all know as the chaos gods started to kill and devour the rest of the chaos pantheon we where thousand of gods of The Aethyr now only so few left some tried to deny them like malal only to fail except for me!". He said in anger as the room started to shift and turn to a realm full of nothing,then the room turn back to what can be consider normal and he lift his head like he was looking directly at something in front of him or someone.

"This book of my i never told you its name,it is the "Liber fell chronicla". He said as he opened the book at a random page.
"This book have a power not like any book it is self writing all the pages blank and when you tell a story it will start showing words like a normal book,all so to every story teller it will show the words in its native tongue such a thing to any one is something to have and never to let go". He said looking at the book.

"Well that was a nice talk but we do need to continue with our story,so we stopped when princess celestia and Ezra ClovenBlight clash with one another but then we learn that they had a past well in order to understand this hatred they have to each other we must go back to a time not spoken of in the land of ponies for its a taboo for them". Lore seeker said opening the book looking for the page he seek.

"Found it now lets start with the setting of the story atmosphere,it was..."SOMEONE HELP ME", ok lets start again it was..."HELP ME SOMEONE ANYONE", can you excuse me for a moment". Lore seeker said walking to a door in the next room.

"NO PLEASE I AM SORRY NO NO NO!!!!!!!". A loud sound of bones braking was heard fallowed by a strong voice,"i am trying to tell a story you speck of dirt". And then a sound of a soul was heard burning in warpfire.

He return to his chamber sitting on his dark metal chair opened the book and started to talk.

"Sorry for that now lets begin,it was a dark time in equestria war against a griffon warlord had torn the land and from within persecutions of bat ponies and what they call "moon worshippers" but in one town all will change when the war will reach it and with it history it self".

"This where the untold story of what will known as the 300 sorrow's and it all started in the town of silent meadows and the home town of one unicorn named pure dawn private in the silent meadows militia scouts and the order he will get that will change everything for the better or worse".

"And we all know in which path this will go".

Author's Note

we will now enter the 300 sorrow's arc have fun.