In the deepest, darkest corners of the Southern Wastes there is the occasional whisper of a group of renegades. These renegades (so the stories say) are dedicated to Malal, the hierarch of terror and anarchy, who desires nothing more than the destruction of his fellow Chaos gods. The hatred in mutual.

Dedicated to the destruction of all be they for good or evil, Malal is one to engender dread amongst even the hardiest of souls. Perhaps even more frightening is the parasitic nature of this god's strength. As the power of the pantheon rises, as does his, and then the chaotic tendencies of his followers are given fresh impetus and they gain an increased ability to enact his plans.

For decades, as the war raged and then peace settled on the land, these rumours continued to nag away in the bars and other meeting places of the inhabitants but it is a name that was not meant to be spoken. Never meant to be heard. But it was...

Some time ago off the coast of Batmania, a large galleon was spotted by a passing brigantine. Upon attempting to hail the mysterious vessel they were apparently set upon and the last messages heard were the keening wails of those on board begging for their very lives. Then the signal died.

Now, the chosen of Malal, the Doomed Ones have chosen to reveal themselves. Operating from their massive vessel named "The Leviathan", they throw themselves on a disbelieving world. Seeking nothing more than the bloodshed of all as they follow the capricious whims of their master, the followers of the Renegade God have come to the Blood Bowl pitch. For now is the time of Malal whose power waxes brightly in the maelstrom.

Malal will not be denied. And Malalocide are to be his avatars in the world of the SWL.