Warhammer Online Men of Faith
Edit This Entry| Zone | Chapter 21: Men of Faith | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Zone | Chaos Wastes | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Story | Have faith, men of the Empire, for faith is all that can truly protect us! Sigric searched the eyes of his men for any sign of hope, but saw only fear. With each day spent in this accursed wasteland, the brave soldiers of the Order of the Griffon edged closer to madness. They had only their faith to cling to, and as a Warrior Priest, Sigric Drakenhof had done his best to remind them of it. Despite his best efforts, however, Sigric knew it was a losing battle. The journey to the Inevitable City had been fraught with danger. Attacks from the Daemons of Tzeentch grew more frequent as the army drew nearer to the dread city, but it was not the Daemons that Sigric feared. The creeping madness that had been gnawing at each man's sanity since their arrival in the Chaos Wastes was the greater danger. Sigric did his best to keep the terror at bay, but it was only a matter of time before it consumed them all. If the Order did not reach the Inevitable City soon, they would not reach it at all. His sermon ended, Sigric regarded the place where the men had made camp. Wrecked ships of every design lay all about, frozen in a sea of stone. The bodies of unfortunate sailors were frozen in cries of fear, now turned to stone like the waves had been. How such a thing was possible he did not know. In this place, the only certainly was uncertainty. A shrill, inhuman scream suddenly pierced the air. One of the sentries cried out a warning and pointed into the distance. The Daemons were coming. Sigric offered a brief prayer of thanks. Battle would focus the men's attention and stave off the dread of this place, at least for a time. As he picked up his hammer and shield, the old Warrior Priest found it strange that he should ever be grateful to go into battle against such terrifying creatures as were common in this twisted, perverse land. Such was the nature of the Chaos Wastes, he though to himself. "For Sigmar!" cried Sigric, charging forth to meet the enemy. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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