For two centuries the ponies of Stable 91 slept beneath the earth, dreaming sweet dreams as the world above burned away in spellfire. But in that dark world, an ancient nightmare stirred from its slumber, awakened by the destruction of the Great War. From the ashes of the Crystal Empire it rose, spreading its waking nightmares across the wasteland's irradiated snowplains. It was only a matter of time before the ponies of Stable 91 awoke, screaming, never to see the light again. For in the Northern Wasteland, outside '91's stable door, only darkness awaits...

In the ashes of the Third War, the great Kingdom Lordaeron, once the seat of human civilization now lies in smoldering ruin. The Knights of the Silver Hand are scattered and broken. Where there was once life, now festers a virulent plague of undeath that consumes the living in its wake. Those few that survive fight to drive away the evil that walks their lands. Others are consumed by their fear and hatred of the undead. But in the hopelessness and disparity of the Plaguelands, ONLY the Light can restore that which was lost.

For ten millennia, the Ebon Purgators chapter has marched across the galaxy on its eternal, penitent crusade to redeem themselves for crimes not even they can remember. Now, at the twilight of the 40th millenium, the Ebon Purgators embark upon their last crusade. (All rights go to Games Workshop and its affiliate companies.)

In the GRIM DARKNESS OF THE FUTURE, life as a troubled, confused teenager is very, very difficult.