Captain's Log: 5th of Kaldezeit, 2514.
Picture, if you will, a gloomy night in the glorious Empire. The cold that chills your bones and the cawing of rooks in the dark trees surrounding the road. A charred body slumped on a smoldering pyre. On this road a frightening, lean man stood. His …
Captain's Log: 2514.
We had caught ourselves some rats but figuring out what to do with the Skaven proved to be the hardest part. On the one hand, they could assist us with the raid on the warpstone cave and brave whatever terrors lurked inside. On the other, they are abominations that ambush peo…
Captain's Log: 2514.
The morning sun made me wish for a stream of cool water. This hamling seemed as arid as the tales of Araby I had heard from adventurous sailors. Harbull is telling me that the word is actually "thorp" for a village smaller than a hamlet and NOT "hamling". Ah. Fair enough. Are…
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By the holy hammer, I've dreamed things no fine citizen of the Empire should suffer! Shifting shadows of a terrible realm that both tempts and dooms in equal measure. Constantly changing and forming new creatures and things more horrid than the last. I have been given glimpses of a…
Captain's Log: 10th of Nachenheim, 2514.
I don't like where this is going. Nope, not one bit. They're even letting us into their lairs now and inviting us to church! Chaos is... do you think they heard that? I swear I could have heard someone walk by. Probably a "deader"? Let's hope so. I can't b…
Captain's Log: 19th of Nachenheim, 2514.
Most of my time now is spent training at the barracks of the Order of the Knights of the White Wolf. The knights here are almost indistinguishable from the animals they worship. They seem to never shave and fight with an unnaturally savage ferocity. Our mari…
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