Mordheim!!!

The Warlock will be starting a Mordheim campaign very soon! For those of you unfamiliar with Mordheim, its a table top strategy game produced by Games Workshop some years back. I don't believe its supported much these days but it's one of the best games they have ever made, in this Warlock's humble opinion!

I'll be posting art inspired by the campaign here as well as stories... this is the first!

“So… you’re the bitch that cut the balls off Old Man Steiner…” the young, half dressed man said as he leaned forward in his chair, eyeing his new acquisition. “It wasn’t cheap, buying you… fortunately the old man’s son never much cared for the nasty fucker.”

A smile played on his lips as he examined the woman, naked and chained before him. Her expression was like stone as she stared off into the space above his head. “Are you thinking of a similar fate for me? Hmmm? Of course you are. That’s the real reason why the boy sold you. He was afraid of you, terrified almost.”

This brought her eyes down to meet the man’s own. The slightest of smiles played across her lips, but she said nothing.

“You’re not going to kill me girl. No. You and I are going to have a bit of a different relationship. You see, I know what you are. I know where you come from. And I know what that means. You and your sisters where brought here in chains, curiosities from the New World, beautiful, dangerous and entirely fuckable.” he let the last world hang in the air a moment. “Old Man Steiner got himself caught up in the beautiful and fuckable parts and let himself forget all about the dangerous. Is it true they found him with his cock cut off and stuffed in his own mouth?”

This brought more of a smile to the girl’s lips, but still no words.

“Doesn’t that look just say it all.” he replied, leaning back in his chair a bit. He played with his chin and considered for a long moment if this woman could really suit his needs. He had invested too much at this point to turn back now.

“Allow me to introduce myself, “My name is Silas Von Pakenwood, but you may simply refer to me as Master. I have had the unfortunate luck of being the youngest of five sons to a rather unworthy minor nobleman in the Emperor’s service. My life is destined to be one of unremarkable note or worse yet, committed to the service of the church. This however is not the destiny I choose for myself.”

“I don’t care who you are.” she said in a calm tone, her accent exotic and enticing without effort. “But I do have some thoughts on your destiny.”

Silas laughed despite himself, “I’m sure you do bitch. I’m sure you do.” He looked at her for another long moment before continuing, “If I unchained you and opened the door right now, what would you do? Where would you go? You don’t know a single soul in these lands and your home, if it even exits any longer, is on the other side of the world.”

Her eyes narrowed but he went on all the same, “There is a city, a ruined city, not far from here. So decadent and detestable were the people who lived there that it said that Sigmar himself judged those that lived there and found them lacking. He sent a twin tailed comet to exact his retribution on those men who had corrupted his land, rending the ground and sending ripples of destruction to every corner and district. It is said that the few who survived are tainted by chaos, driven beyond sanity, or worse. It is a burned wasteland of death and suffering.”

The girl knew this place. It was in fact the very city that her and her sisters were brought to in chains. It was a place she hoped she would never see again. “Mordheim, the City of the Damned.”