Realm Ov Chaos- Dungeon to Deity

The folks from the Down Under Empire are organising what looks to be a cracking event in Sydney on January 24th 2026.

Even if you can’t make it on the day, they’ve made available a players pack with the rules and warband creation guide. 

It’s basically a very handsomely laid out, condensed, no nonsense adaptation of the original Realm of Chaos and Warhammer rules. They’ve done a great job stripping them down to the essentials and making what was once a complex, arcane system spread across many volumes, into an easy to pick up, fun skirmish game. 

The best thing about it is it hasn’t lost any of that bizarre, chaotic madness of the original in translation. I couldn’t resist rolling up a few different warbands, and I can’t wait to play it. Check it out and see for yourself.

The rules are available here on the Crom's Hall blog.

I’ve already rolled up a warband and started painting it up for some Realm of Chaos skirmishes.

The Merciless Maniple of Maimwrack Warspasm

Undivided Chaos Warrior Champion with chaos armour, and additional hand weapon.

Rewards:

Demonic Creatures: 2 chaos hounds.

Mutation: Technology (chainsword).

Mutation: Mechanical legs (tracks).

4 Dark Elves with crossbows, and shields.

5 Orcs with hand weapons, light armour, shield, and warty skin.

6 Skaven with hand weapons, light armour, shields, and irrational hatred.

 

From the Down Under Empire Discord:

 

**Realm Ov Chaos - Dungeon To Diety** is here! A one day GM-led narrative wargaming event using the Realm Of Chaos system. This event will take place on Saturday Jan 24th 2026 in Sydney at *(location TBC)* 

 

**What is this?**

It's Realm Ov Chaos! You know those super cool books that GW did in the 80s? That. We're finally playing a game with them. We've deciphered, tweaked and streamlined the system to make warband creation easy and to make a day of gaming as fun as possible. This is a love letter to oldhammer vibes and an era of gaming that we all missed. 

 

**How does it work?**

Players will roll up their warband using our easy step-by-step warband creation document and create their warbands in preparation for the event. On the day, players will run their warbands through a set of custom scenarios, earning rewards from the Chaos Gods as their champions strive to ascend to daemonhood and avoid being turned into a spawn. 

Players are encouraged to organise group calls, in-person hang outs etc to roll up their warbands. This is all about the fun and the hype. If you would like  and myself to jump on a call with you to assist with warband creation, we would love to help. 

**Do I need to know how to play WHFB?**

Not at all! We've streamlined the rules to throw out, gloss over or ignore everything that gets in the way. This wont be a super crunchy rules-lawyer tournament style event. Every player will be provided with a rules summary sheet on the day. The rules are a system to allow you to tell stories on the table, don't get too hung up on that. 

**GM-led? Can I bribe, coerce or otherwise influence the GMs?**

Absolutely! This is Chaos after all. 

And I will be playing the roles of the Chaos Gods and actively participating in warband creation and on the day. Your pleas and cries for aid will be heard, but you may not like the results.

A Briefe Treatise Touchyng on the Corrupcioun of Chaös

A Briefe Treatise touchyng on the Corrupcioun of Chaös

Wrytten by L. Mertzig, Scrybe of Schwanzfurt, Anno 2505 After Sigmar

 

Harke, good Sirs, and marke my sorowfull song,
For Chaös creepeth when the night groweth longe.
It stealeth softlie, as a serpent under brake,
And soyl’d be all thinges that honest men do make.

 

First falleth Vermin’s blight upon the ploughman’s field,
The kyne waxe leane, their milke to nought conceal’d;
Trees turn darke, as yf scorch’d by hell-fyre’s brethe,
And chyldren starte from sleep as ones half-touche’d by deathe.

 

Men once of courage, stedfast in their way,
Fall now to mumbling woordes they dare not saye;
Their dreames be fill’d with sinfull shapes unblessed of light,
That whisper’d in their eares foule secrets in the night.

 

One fellow of mine, a man both stout & true,
(I sorrow yet to sett his tale in viewe)
I saw his flesh wax pale and sicklye blew;
His eyen burnt with a wyld & balefull gleame,
I sweare no parte of hym remain’d but Chaös’ dreame.

O Sigmar strong, defende us in this our houre,
For Ruin seeks still our soules to devour;
Fayre thinges turn foule, the righteous brought to woe,
And all we wrought to dust & shadow doth go.

Yet still it spreadeth, hung’ring to command,
Throughe hearth & halle, through forest, forge, and lond;
What sad strength may holde save fayth & holy flame,
’Gainst Chaös’ touch, which seeketh our souls to claime?