Narrative Campaign: The Travels and Travails of Phlothos

Phlothos Orgmeier, champion of Nurgle, journeys through forest, over ravine and under mountain to seek his revenge. Step by rotting step, his Chaos warband battles its way through anyone who'll stop him.

1. Forest of Gloom: Warriors of Chaos vs Wood Elves

"You see there? Just beyond the end of the bridge?" she pointed with a gnarled finger. "The statue. It was once an Elven waystone, a marker for the way through one of their sanctuaries. It still has some power. If I infuse it with the blessing of Nurgle, the infections will follow the old flow of magic through the wood. We will follow behind."

2. Orksodus: Savage Orcs vs Warriors of Chaos

"Don't let dem get past dis boundary," said Wurrzag. "Dey shall not pass. Dat is da will of Gork."
The stone axe scraped against his club, and Bonekrunk was ready to fight. "Ere we go," he said with determination.
"Or possibly Mork," the shaman added.

3. Brink of Doom: Warriors of Chaos (Nurgle) vs Warriors of Chaos (Slaanesh)

Sigvald idly tweaked the nipples of his breastplate. "This entire realm is an affront to my fair eyes" he yawned. "Pray tell me: is Phlothos amongst them?"

"He is, oh Scion of Slaanesh. He has not yet crossed the canyon, although his allies have: chariots, a giant and ... something far more terrible."

4. Mines of Morag: Night Goblins vs Warriors of Chaos

Phlothos sat heavily in his throne, the blackness of the cavern matched his mood perfectly. They'd already consigned the putrid carcass to the depths of the well. He'd wept as the swollen chunks of his old friend slithered out of sight. He still wept now. Something was leaking out of his eye, at any rate.

The goblins had come chattering out of the tunnels before the respectful silence of the funeral had finished. Listlessly, Phlothos sent his men forward, ready to slay the tiny defilers. 

5. Shore Leave: Warriors of Chaos vs Dark Elves

"Them, my lord. Naggarothi pirates, I should say."

Phlothos looked. There indeed, stealing out of the blasted landscape like thieves, was a substantial warband of elves. Riders and footmen alike had deep blue and purple cloaks. Some pushed bolt throwers, others goaded some vast, writhing creature ahead of them, treating it like a monstrous ox.

"What are they doing here?" Phlothos wondered.

"Does it matter?"

6. Marauder Dawn: The Empire vs Warriors of Chaos

Salaga contemplated the gold coins in his hand. "The Burgomeister is worried," he concluded. "He's never paid us in advance before."

The paymaster was busying himself among the mercenary regiments, freely distributing stipends and promising more if they fought hard. They'd marched a long way through the Border Princes to take this job, and it seemed their leader had doubts that they'd be marching back.

7. The Last Round: Warriors of Chaos vs Dwarves

Phlothos flapped his ghastly wings and settled on a nearby outcrop of rock to gloat over his handiwork.
"Your Majesty!" he bellowed, "One of your own returns to the Hearth! Shall we take ale together and parley? Drink deep and twine beards as once our fathers did? Or have the Dwarves of Garn truly no regard for their kin?"