Narrative Campaign: The Ark of Alternatives

What lies within the fabled Ark of Alternatives, and who shall possess its secrets:

The Daemon Prince Tzcharazang? Mighty Ogroid Scraan? The Enigmatic Summoner? Zhi'anex the AllSeer? 

Zosimos the Curseling? Enchantron Glazaar? Calvera's Changehost? Magister Zonaranoz? 

Are they all working together to further the machinations of the Changer of Ways, or out to win personal glory in the eye of the Great Conspirator?

1. Mean Streets: Chaos vs Destruction

No mere goblin would keep his destiny from being fulfilled. Tzcharazang cawed softly to himself, safe in the knowledge his day had come at last.
"Grom," the greenskins chanted. "Grom! Grom! Grom!"

2. Ritual of Rot: Mortals of Nurgle vs Disciples of Tzeentch

"Fitting, no?" the sorcerer asked. "That we dechtroy it in shuch a plache."
"It is indeed, wizard," the mighty Lord of Plagues replied. "Nothing surer than ruin and death. All shall fall, all shall fail. This Ark, what alternatives can it have for inevitability? None."

3. It's Raining Men: Tzeentch Arcanists vs Brayherd

Two red stars were falling, leaving bloody scars on the morning.
"Champions of the Blood God," Scraan said. "Fallen from favour. Khorne has cast them out. We shall take them, although they will not come willingly. Their blood will flow at the appointed time."

4. Remember the Tzaalamo: Tzeentch Mortals vs Slaves to Darkness

They were great warriors, in their way. Each a mighty champion of the ruinous powers, their weapons soaked red.
But against the inscrutable machinations of the Great Architect, they were lost sheep. And sheep, Warlock thought, were born to be sheared.

5. Any Old Iron: Ironjawz vs Disciples of Tzeentch

"Dey are comin' fer it," said his Warchanter, Groll, tapping out his two stikks while he spoke.
They had not reached the ear-bursting beat of battle, but the gods-infused stikks were knocking out an impatient tempo. Every heartbeat brought them closer to slaughter.

6. Smeltdown: Disciples of Tzeentch vs Ironjawz

"Come hither, boy. I shall show you a new rite, your very own transformation ahead of the great Day of Change. You shall become more powerful than you ever expected! You shall behold the Vortex, and become its bearer!"

7. Electric Duel-a-Ghoul: Flesh-Eater Courts vs Disciples of Tzeentch

Sir Loin ate heartily from his venison stew, scooping the generous cuts of meat from their thick, warm gravy before sinking his teeth into the trencher with a satisfying crunch.

"I have a dozen of my finest warriors at hand. Let us fetch them from their supper table and thence to battle. The quest will sharpen their appetite."