You are a Harlequin Troupe Master, separated from your troop and lost in the webway. Jaghtai Khan, who was lost in the Webway a long, long time ago, has found you. He’s half raving, but still retains some measure of sanity, and much of his former strength and glory. He might kill you. He might not. Ignore the voice.

Perturabo has decided that the time has come. You are a Chaos Lord, ruler of one of the most prominent Iron Warriors war bands, called the Sons of the Warp. He recently arrived at your war bands camp in the Warp, and has decided to take control. You are a male, like all space marines, and you have a boltgun and warhammer. Good luck surviving. He will try and kill you.

Fulgrim, a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, god/goddess of Debauchery, excess, hedonism, obsession and pain, has been spending the last few millennia hidden away on a world gifted to him by Slaanesh. Now however, at Slaanesh’s bidding, he and his army of superhuman, mutated and insane fighters known as The Emperors Children, are surging into the galaxy once more. You are a simple. Space Marine of the Ultramarines, tasked with holding Fulgrim at bay while the imperial defences prepare for the demonic assault. There are 30 Space Marines in total, all armed with a chain sword and boltgun.

You are Cypher, one of his soldiers who betrayed him years ago, known as the Fallen, and has been harassing and helping the Dark Angels (his army of Superhuman Soldiers) ever since. He has a particular hatred for you, since you defied his offer of peace multiple times. Right now, he and a band of maybe 30 of his army (the Dark Angels) are hunting you, and they pretty much just found you stalking them. Ps: sorry about the image