This story is a multi-crossover one-shot until I get more accustomed to Warhammer Fantasy and yes I know about The End Times it involves more than just Fate/Stay Night it also includes Goblin Slayer, Akame Ga Kill and Eberron, I may add more crossover characters if I decide to.

Shirou Emiya was currently unconscious in a vast sea of nothingness, he could not feel, he could not see, he was alone with his thoughts or so it seemed. Then he felt an uncomfortable amorphous presence shifting right next to him.

"Who's There?!"

"Oh, you noticed me! I expected as much sword-boy. Well, I'm someone that may or may not be important!"

"Okay, why are you here?" Emiya asked rather annoyed.

"Well, Mr. Suicide, I came here to give you a little heads-up! You see, when you wake-up you'll be in another world. Perhaps it's in another universe, perhaps it's not."

He cringed at the mockery of the lack of value he had for his own well-being. Deciding to ignore the fact it somehow knew of him.

"Well, anything I should know about where I'm going to wake up then?"

"Aw, where would the fun be in that? But I will tell you where you're not, Safe!"

Shirou then awoke to seeing himself surrounded by monstrous goat-men, he was tied to a large stick while being roasted over a fire.

"Shit."

Martha was a Turnskin, a variant of the Beastmen that starts out human only to become Beastmen later in life. Such beings are ostracized by their former peers and driven out from human settlements only to either become renegades or join Beastmen tribes as slaves fitting in to neither human or Beastmen society. In her case, as a beast-women she would serve as the Beastlord's personal sex-slave. She was reacting silently to being caressed lustfully by the burly Bestigor. Then suddenly she heard a violent explosion.

She then saw a man with snow-white hair, darkened skin and steel-grey eyes dual-wielding twin longswords as he cut her fellow Beastmen in twain. She assumed he was a Kurgan, already with his hair bleached white by chaos mutation. What a Kurgan was doing here she did not know, he probably wandered from his homeland for one reason or another. Her master stood and proceeded to charge him while his back was turned, it seemed like he would succeed, only for the newcomer to turn at the last second and stab both swords into the Beastlord's skull causing his eyes to go blank. As the large Gor fell limp to the ground the Bray-shaman fired a spell at the Kurgan which was dodged.

The man then turned to see the Bray-shaman charging in while riding a Razorgor. The Stranger responded by dematerializing his weapons and summoning a new one, revealing himself as a wielder of magic. The bronze-skinned stranger's new weapon was one that resembled a drill-shaped lance. Which he transformed into an arrow somehow and then materialized an insanely large bow. He then fired the bizarre combination weapon as he yelled loudly.

"Caladbolg!"

And then the ground shook as an intense explosion sounded blasting the Bray-shaman and his steed to a fine red-mist. A scorched chunk of flesh landed on the Beastwoman as she yelped. Realizing her mistake too late, she looked to see the man had noticed her. She cowered as he approached her silently. He stopped to look at her, as if inspecting her.

She was concerned about what he could be thinking. Was he planning to eat her because she wasn't exactly human? From what little she remembered hearing from tales as a human, The Kurgans were obsessed with mutation and were known savages. So, eating the tainted meat of Beastmen for a chance at further mutation didn't seem far fetched.

"Your different from the others, your timid, shy."

He assumed maybe because she was traumatized from being enslaved judging by how she was tied up. He probably made it worse after seeing him viciously slay her captors.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

She huffed in surprise at his words.

"You don't have anywhere else to go?"

She shook her head.

"You can come with me if you want, it seems dangerous out here."

She stood cautiously not knowing what to think of the mysterious man and after thinking about it, decided to reluctantly follow him. She wouldn't survive on her own and it was probably better than being a sex-slave.

Meanwhile

Slambo, Exalted of Chaos had planned everything out, leading an army of Norscans and Chaos United. He was going to Sack the Port City of Erengrad in Kislev and rise in power in a chain of victories to eventually crush The Empire. The Norscan Reavers had distracted the ships that guarded the shores around this area long enough to allow his army to hit land. He planned to attack Erengrad from the land instead of directly from The Sea of Claws. It would be less likely for them to expect such an assault from land.

He had brought several ships worth of Cavalry, Infantry, Siege weapons, Mutants, War Beasts and Monsters. As they marched, shambled and crawled their way, Erengrad came into view and then the fun began, as the resistance gathered to meet them head on.

"If I see any one of you dead with a clean blade, I'll Fuck your corpse!" yelled Slambo to his troops.

The Streltsi of Erengrad were known to wield handguns and halberds into battle and he saw Ungol Horse Archers and Gryphon Legion as well. So, luckily, he had prepared just for that by sending Rot Flies, Chaos Furies, Plague Drones, Frost Trolls, Bile Trolls, Frost Wolves and a Tzeentch Sorceror. Followed by his Marauder Horsemen, Gorebeast Chariot and Chaos Chariot. The defenders were starting to have a lot of trouble dealing with his forces and that was when he noticed two other armies come to attack the Kislevites as well. A Warherd of Beastmen led by a hulking DoomBull and an army of Ogres.

Slambo was pleased at the unexpected advantage in the siege, truly this was a sign of favor from The Gods! He then unleashed the rest of his forces.

Glak Orceater was a particularly large Chaos Ogre even by Ogre standards, he had two heads total, a mouth on his gut, an extra pair of arms and a pair of tentacles on his torso. He was the envy of many an Ogre as expected due to his prowess in eating and overpowering opponents, mostly eating. He came here to take advantage of The Beastmen's assault, for both food and smashing humans. He had eaten several corpses already and was looking forward to more fresh meat. If he didn't get some soon, the Gnoblars would have to do in the meantime.

Voghox Deathblade was a Doombull that was pitch-black in color and had received gifts from each of his gods, a Collar of Brass blessed by Khorne, enhanced intelligence from Tzeentch, a Blade of Degeneration as a gift from Nurgle and lastly enhanced Martial Prowess from Slaanesh. He realized there were two other armies as well, he grinned savagely as he wasn't going to let them show him up. He proceeded to charge into battle.

As the Kislevites brought out their cannons and began firing into the enemy ranks, Slambo decided to get serious. He released the Heralds of Chaos and Greater Daemons, there was a pair for all four Chaos Gods. Voghox, meanwhile had commanded the Bray-shaman to launch plague-ridden corpses into Erengrad.

The Herald of Slaanesh appeared more feminine than most other Daemonettes with a sultry smirk on its face and eyes gleaming in crazed excitement next to a Keeper of Secrets. The Herald of Khorne was howling in insane bloodlust mirroring the Bloodthirster next to it. The Herald of Tzeentch was cackling maniacally next to the squawking Lord of Change. The Herald of Nurgle looked like a twisted mockery of a Bard, wearing a filthy Jester's Cap and playing a fleshy bagpipe, his music seemed to please The Great Unclean One behind him. They all joined into the siege bolstering the morale of their forces.

Glak Orceater was pounding against the gates of Erengrad as soon as he got there. Arrows and Gun-shots seemed to mostly bounce off of his thick skin. Voghox was tearing through the defenders with his blade and crushing some less fortunate ones underfoot.

That was when a completely unexpected savior arrived from out of nowhere. A loud gust of wind was heard as an armored giant of a man arrived out of nowhere as he sent several enemies flying. A Grail Knight had for some reason come all the way from Brettonia to Kislev!

The two monsters that lead their respective armies turned to the New Challenger. He was a paladin riding a powerful warhorse and wielding a gleaming clay-more into battle.

"Begone Fiends! By my Oath, I shall not allow Thee to prey upon the innocent! Face someone more comparable to your own Girth!"

The Residents from Brettonian Square cheered at seeing their savior, believing his arrival was a sign from The Lady herself.

The Unnamed Knight had come all the way here following a prophetic vision telling him of strangers summoned from beyond The Warp all over The Old World. Some were human, others not so much. But he had to get to them before the Ruinous Powers did first.

Elsewhere in The Land of The Dead

In the dread desert, beneath the moon´s pale gaze, dead men walk. They haunt the shifting dunes of the breathless, windless night, brandish weapons of bronze in mocking challenge and bitter resentment of the life they no longer possess. And sometimes, in ghastly dry voices, like the rustling of sun-baked reeds, they whisper the one word they remember from life. The Name of the one who cursed them to their existence, more than death but less than life. They whisper the name, Nagash...

In the haunted lands of Nehekhara what was once a great prosperous land is now a festering, inhospitable waste ruled by the unquiet dead. A grim reminder that man should never be allowed to play God. But now the Tomb Kings were searching for an intruder that had managed to evade them so far. They walked past what seemed to be a rock and stopped as they vaguely sensed something. They turned to face the rock.

The skeleton archers drew their arrows and fired at the disguised creature. As they suspected red eyes with cross-shaped pupils opened as the beast burst from the soil to escape. The intruder had adapted frighteningly well to their homeland, developing a stony exterior. The creature had even adapted its mucus membranes to corrode the Tomb Swarms that attempted to enter its body through openings. It was a beast with strength worthy of Geheb and stealth worthy of Qu'aph.

The Wyrm dodged the arrows and began to fly away, but that was when a Khemrian War Sphinx came charging and spewed flames at the creature causing it to dodge again. The Dragon-like beast replied in kind by firing a blast of Energy from its maw at the War Sphinx destroying it along with Nehekharan warriors and some of the skeletal archers. The Intruder then continued to flee, going North.

In the Eastern Steppes not too far from Shirou Emiya's location

A man covered in armor made up of a combination of metal plates, leather and chain-mail, with a helmet obscuring his features walked alone. The others were not with him, he was concerned because he did not know where he was. Would his friends be okay without him there to protect them? Did the magical anomaly scatter them elsewhere in this world?

He looked towards the two moons in the sky. One was green like in his world, but the other was a pale white.

"At least one thing is still the same in this world." He thought to himself in his mind.

This man was known in his world as the Goblin Slayer and he was at a loss as of what to do. He was in another world, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know where the members of his party were and he didn't know where to search for help.

He then saw a group of what appeared to be two factions of abnormally large goblins fighting against each other. These were actually Hobgoblins and Black Orcs currently engaged in battle. Both Greenskin factions were arguably the most cunning and brutal subspecies. But Goblin Slayer only recognized them as Goblins of sorts fighting for dominance, he did not know of their hated rivalry. He decided to wait the battle out and finish off the ones that were weakened from combat.

Somewhere else within The Eastern Steppes

A gathering of Kurgans were attempting to overpower a great beast of an Orc that appeared to be in semi-feudal attire wielding a sword that wouldn't be out of place in Nippon. Any who charged the monster on horse-back with weapon in hand were cut in twain along with their mount in a flash of steel. Any who attacked on foot had their throats cut or were disemboweled. Even archers that fired from a distance were charged and cut down where they stood. The Kurgans who were known for their ferocity felt a new fear at viewing this giant's fierceness in battle.

Mugrub Fiendslayer was an Ogrillon born in the world of Eberron and raised in The Demon Wastes. Being born from an Orc Mother and an Ogre Father came as an advantage to surviving in the harsh unforgiving Wasteland. He was a Samurai and excelled in killing Cultists and Demons alike. Despite being raised by the Ghaash'kala, he wasn't actually among their ranks but still supported them, even though he would venture to other places such as The Shadow Marches or Eldeen Reaches he would still return home to help their cause. An anomaly after slaying a great demon had taken him here somehow and these savage tribesmen reminded him of the demon worshiping Carrion Cults of The Demon Wastes. They seemed to want to collect his skull as a trophy for their ritualistic pile.

He continued to slay them as they came until only a few were left. As they grew wary and began to hesitate, he decided to give them a choice.

He spoke, "If you flee, I will allow you to escape and return to your families. If you desire to continue fighting to avenge the honor of your fallen comrades, I will not fault you for it."

Unlike the Orcs of this world the Orcs of Eberron had several key differences, they had Males and Females, they were considerably more intelligent and they had a primal sense of honor and spirituality. His mother had taught him the ways of her people and he admired her values.

The Tribesmen seemed to be surprised at what he spoke. Some of them fled, while others chose to stay and fight.

"Very Well, you have decided."

That's a wrap for now. Anyways I'd like to say that I looked into lore of Warhammer Fantasy and I'm not sure when in the time-line this should be set before End Times because I don't actually know about the timeline besides the lore. Also, I know Shirou was wielding Over-edge Kanshou and Bakuya. Lastly, I had planned on putting Momonga from Overlord in Nippon for lolz but decided against it due to not having enough information I also originally planned to put a Warforged in the story instead of the Ogrillon.

Anyway, here's an omake!

An accused heretic was about to be executed by hanging as he walked onto the Gallows, blind-folded, the citizens of The Empire watched.

"May Sigmar forgive you in the next life." Said a priest as the noose was tied around the man's neck.

Finally, as the trap-door fell, everyone was ready to hear the crunch of the man's neck snapping. But they heard nothing as the man was miraculously still alive. In shock and delirium, the man was trying to run away despite still being suspended several feet off the ground.

"I knew we should have burned him at the stake!" Yelled the Witch Hunter a few feet away spectating.

"Well, Do something about it!" Exclaimed the Priest in Frustration.

The Witch Hunter scoffed and pointed his flint-lock pistol then fired, killing the man.