Warhammer Fantasy

What have we done?
Odric's Journal

15th Day of Brauzeit

What have we done?! I don’t know where to begin: A lizardman spawning pit here, in the heart of the Empire?! I cannot possibly fathom the consequences of this, all I can pray is that the inevitable war does not weaken both forces against the armies of corruption.

We came to a walled inn one evening; I have been making excellent progress with the siren. She tells me her name is Tan’Sel; it is not very pronounceable in Reikspiel, but that is as close as our tongues in the air can come. I settled into the stable, and we were told that every night daemons mass outside and attack the inn. Very odd indeed; to summon a force of daemons of that size (approx. 50) in this area of the Empire where the winds of chaos do not blow that strongly would take either a truly prodigious (daemonic?) sorcerer, artifact, or some kind of rip in the Empyrean. We were later to discover the cause was something of a mix of the former two.

My companions inevitably carved their way through the daemon wave, and left to discover the cause. I chose not to join them: Were I to interrupt my research every time such a thing occurred I would no longer be a researcher. This was a decision I would later regret.

Firstly I would regret it because of the magnificent tale they told me; they spoke with what could only have been a potent entity from the Empyrean, an ancient dragon and an ancient unicorn. The latter two had apparently had a grudge for centuries over who was the most graceful and beautiful; very few interactions have been recorded between magical beings, so this rare glimpse is quite valuable to my research. Also of interest is the nature of the unicorn’s territory, warped to a state of excessive verdancy; this certainly lends credence to the concept of the forest spirits as daemon-kin, one could infer that these changes were symptoms of the aethryrian leaking through (somewhat like a more pleasant form of the blood dripping down the walls in the presence of khornate daemons).

Secondly I would regret it because I might have had time to change the course of what happened. My curiosity and eagerness to witness such a thing got the better of me, and I did not think through what I was enabling… had I had time to ponder the ramifications surely I would have chosen differently. If.. if if. If only I hadn’t had to kill those two witch hunters the night before last, if only I had thought to disrupt that ritual all those years ago rather than letting the daemon distract me as I took notes. I fear that one day I will run out of second chances. They came to get me and bring me to the temple, they asked me questions and I answered honestly. The place was utterly fascinating. Then they switched it on.

WANTED: Robin Hood

WANTED: Dead or Alive

Wanted poster robin no nottingham

Robin Hood the Notorious poacher, vandal and outlaw is wanted DEAD OR ALIVE; a reward of 1000 gold coins is offered by his honour Justiciar Abel Nottingham in the name of the Baron Galahad Fitz-Carrel of Parravon.

Robin is a known trespasser into Athel Loren the Realm of the Fey, an agitator of the peasants, and known thief of the Baron’s rightful taxes.

BE WARNED: Robin is a skilled archer, swordsman and a master of disguise and other deceitful trickery. AnD aN EXtrEmELY HAndSoME FelLOW

Known associates:

  • Friar Tuk Morrund – known agitator (wanted alive 200 gold) AnD lechEROuS oLd cOoT
  • Will Scarlet – swordsman and vandal (wanted dead or alive 150 gold) SurElY MoRE iS WaNTED fOR sUCh A dAsHInG mAN??!!
  • ‘Little’ John – strongman and thief (wanted preferably dead 300 gold) sHOuLdNt HaVE SToLeN HiS HAt JoHN!!!
Memoirs of Magnus

They don’t understand the danger they’re all in. They don’t realise the threat he represents, how he courts chaos. They think they will suffer no consequence being so close to him. They shall see the truth. The horrors that stalk that…. man. The demons shall claim them all if they allow him to live. That Bretonnian will probably relish the thought of the challenge, the imbecile. He would see the world burn for his pride and vanity. That chaos elf, I was warned of the creature he truly was. But even with all the preparation I put myself through, seeing….. it…. chilled my soul. The child…. the innocent…. I fear the wizard has engratiated himself to the young one, the poor childs soul may hang in the balance. Now I sit in this cell, powerless to help him, powerless to free them, and us all, from the Terror that old man will unleash upon this world…..
How could we fail?……


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