Chapter I
Chapter I
The Nordost settlement in north-eastern Ostland lay where the edge of the Forest of Shadows meet the rolling plains. Not much more than a collection of longhouses, pastures and outbuildings, it was populated with generations of different branches of the Nordost family. The settlement was a harsh place - but it was home.
In the fall of 2002 IC, a lone priest arrived at the settlement, Skalle. What happened next continue to be a point of contention, but no one will deny that just one season later, the shadow of blight fell over the settlement. The harvest failed. Newborn calfs were stillborn or worse, born with two heads and beaks in place of mouths.
A branch of the family was convinced that the priest brought the blight. They set out one moonless night to lynch the priest when, seemingly out of nowhere, the priest sounded the old bell tower in a way that hadn’t been done in generations. The settlement was under attack. Warriors of Chaos was at their doorstep.
The men and women of Nordost mounted a brave defense. Ragnar, one of the ogre farmhands, singlehandedly downed a charging Chaos horseman by tackling the steed - buying several households, including many children, time to get away. Skalle surprised everyone by calling forth swarms of ravens and thick blue lightning-crackling mist that plunged the settlement into chaos.
A huge Chaos warrior had cornered Agnar when, out of the mist, Skalle swooped in. Agnar could have sworn the priest briefly had a pair of jet-black wings, like those of the swarms of ravens still swirling all around. The priest’s spear nailed the Chaos warrior to the barn wall before he disappeared into the mist once more. Agnar got away to rally the fleeing family.
Despite their fierce effort, the settlement was about to be overrun and Nordost hunting horns sounded - signaling a retreat into the dark forest.
The fleeing family heard caws and screams from the blue mist as they fled. Hours later, when they arrived at the deep seasonal dwelling in the dark forest, Skalle was already there waiting for them.
Half the settlement died that day, Agnar was now patriarch. A few members hailed Skalle for his aid, but most were even more suspicious of him. The Nordost family were a superstitious lot, and the sign of the raven was seldom a good sign. Some even said they had seen ravens with two heads in those swarms. Agnar’s word was the only reason Skalle had not gotten acquainted with the sharp end of a dagger in the night since.
The forces of Chaos moved on, but not before they burned all the building, plowed cursed runes in the fields surrounding the settlement, ritually slaughtering all the farm animals and filled the plowed ditches with their sacrifice. Nothing would ever grow or live there again, and they all knew it. The Nordost settlement was lost and the family homeless.
The forest dwellings they fled to were meant for a handful of people and seasonal grazing for herds of oxen. It could not support dozens of people, many old and some just children. They would have to move on. The family gathered up the few animals that got out of their pastures and stables in the chaos. With not much more than the clothes on their back, a few makeshift wagons and animals in tow, they headed south in search of a new life.
They are currently settling in on the outskirts of Mordheim, where they are hoping to find riches and rebuild a new home.