Their story
Their story is not written yet.
Marauders of Chaos · kept by TomSign in to keep a warband
“The Order was founded near the year 1800 by Godefrey de la Vieuxbourg, Castellan of the Ferric Keep, who styled himself la Lance Sanglante after a rune of welling dragon-blood impressed itself upon him in the hour of a kill. The Annals of Hargendorf for 1867 tell of armoured reavers who cut down a garrison, demanded a duel, and left a symbol of slaughter daubed upon the square in the blood of the townsfolk; Herr Lehman von Grafenrich calls them plain Norscans, and Herr Lehman is wrong. Theirs was no headlong dive into heresy but a long and certain road, and they ride it still beneath a writhing crimson rune on a black field. Now a Questoathed of the Order has come to the City of the Damned with three of his brethren. I pray to the God-King that you never face them, and I confess that as I write of them my quill grows steadier, not weaker.” — from the Codex Sanguinatum of Brother Waldemar, called the Lunatic, sometime Scribe of the Order of the Cleansing Flame
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| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 5 | 4 | 4 | 4 | 1 | 5 | 1 | 8 |
Lord of the brotherhood of the mailed fist, thrice honoured by the Axe-Father, slayer of Roland de Hauteville and taker of the skulls of champions. The Codex Sanguinatum says the ground resounded when he rode out from the Ferric Keep, and that all who saw his pennants knew the Order was abroad. He has sworn an oath that brought him south from the frozen forests to the soft green lands and, at last, to Mordheim. What the oath demands he has told only the Bloodfather, and the Bloodfather does not say.
1 battle fought · 1 put out of action · 1 night out after curfew
Merovech won at the Pit without drawing steel. The wagers paid out. The story paid better. The Pit drew the overflow from the gibbets. They wanted more of what they had seen.
Put out of action: Norri Stonebrew — Merovech sought to honour the Slayer's fury with gloriosu combat. Dwarven stubborness and bare skin are not enough to stop a morningstar
| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 4 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 8 |
An Imperial name and an Imperial education, both put to uses the Colleges would burn him for. Reinmar reads the rune where the brothers cannot: in the pattern a wound leaves on stone, in the way blood runs across broken ground. It is he who daubs the symbol of slaughter on a square when the fighting is done, and he who tells Merovech what it means. The brothers call him Bloodfather.
1 battle fought · out of action 1 time · 26 nights out after curfew
Reinmar sat with Sister Agathe in the ruins by Sigmar's Bridge and said little. The saying was not the point. The two of them did not speak on the way home.
Reinmar von Altakre sang the boat song with the wrong words. In Fussenbach the words matter. The ale stopped coming. The Flagon's window glowed green from the wharf side. The landlord drew the curtain and it glowed through the curtain. In the Flagon a Watch sergeant, deep in his cups, said the name of somebody in The Order of the Welling Rune and a price for it.
What Reinmar did Finish the cup and go. By the time anyone might have asked, it was done. The cup was finished. The sergeant was still talking when the door closed.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now. The chandler's candles burned green and the chandler sold them anyway and said it was the tallow.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The chandler's candles burned green and the chandler sold them anyway and said it was the tallow.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave. Ash from the west came in under the Flagon door and settled on the ale. Nobody minded.
Reinmar von Altakre sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. The landlord wiped ash from the bar between rounds and asked, every time, whose it was.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it. The Flagon's fire would not draw and the room filled with the smell of somewhere else burning.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The hat sat in the Flagon's corner and drank water. The whole room drank slower.
Taken out by: Orri Oriksson
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave. The hat sat in the Flagon's corner and drank water. The whole room drank slower.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The Flagon's fiddle stayed behind the bar. The landlord pointed at the ceiling and shook his head.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now. The Flagon was full of bargemen with coin and no sense of how much.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village. The bargemen sang the boat song and got the words right, being bargemen. The village forgave them.
Reinmar von Altakre sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. The Flagon ran out of pumpkin ale and served something from Bechafen. Nobody complained and everybody noticed.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The Flagon served through the hatch. Nobody came in. Nobody wanted to be the one who brought it.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now. The hat sat in the Flagon's corner and drank water. The whole room drank slower.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village. The landlord took the fiddle down from behind the bar and put it under the bar. Hats do not like fiddles.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave. The landlord took the fiddle down from behind the bar and put it under the bar. Hats do not like fiddles.
Reinmar von Altakre sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. The Flagon went quiet twice. Both times a hat had come in.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The landlord wiped ash from the bar between rounds and asked, every time, whose it was.
| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 7 |
The name was not given for shields he has carried. Guillame came to the Order the way most of its knights do, by winning the duel the Order demands of every keep it passes, and then finding he had nowhere to go home to. He delights in seeking challenges with fellow knights, laughing in the face of their false chivalry as he adds yet more skulls to his collection. He hopes to lay them someday at the grand altar of the Ferric Keep for the glory of the Axe-Father.
1 battle fought · out of action 1 time · 3 nights out after curfew
Guillame traded at the tithe barn and was paid from the tithe chest. The tithe is the Elector's. The Elector will not hear of it, which is the problem. The hanged man's boat was sold before he stopped swinging. The bargeman who bought it did not want it. He wanted what was under the boards.
Guillame Shieldbreaker kept the usual arrangement on the lower docks. The usual coin.
Guillame Shieldbreaker moved the usual sliver through the usual bargeman. The usual tenth for the ferryman.
Taken out by: Jorgrim Bitterbrow — Knocked down from the force of jorgrim’s axe, guillame attempted to crawl to safety, underestimating the known fact that dwarfs are natural sprinters.
| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 1 | 7 |
A Kislevite by his name and his patience, and the only brother who does not seem to enjoy the work. Krylov keeps the Order’s pennants and mends them by lamplight, the crimson rune on the black field, and rides at Merovech’s left where a Questoathed keeps the man he trusts. He speaks little in the Reikspiel and less in his own tongue. The Bloodfather says the rune took him in a snowfield east of Praag, and that is all the Order knows of it.
1 battle fought · out of action 1 time · 3 nights out after curfew
Krylov sat by the Flagon's fire and listened to the landlord's boy tell the story of the mill wheel. It gets longer every night.
Krylov Vasilyevich kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it.
Krylov Vasilyevich sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. Krylov kept watch on the lane. A Watch patrol passed and pretended not to see.
Darkest moment: During the aftermath of the battle, Krylov succumbed to his wounds. As his soul begun to leave his mortal shell, Khorne himself intervented, returning his soul to his body so he may continue his bloody work.
Taken out by: Norri Stonebrew
1 battle fought, 0 won · 1 put out of action · 3 of their own taken out · 29 nights out after curfew
Merovech won at the Pit without drawing steel. The wagers paid out. The story paid better. The Pit drew the overflow from the gibbets. They wanted more of what they had seen.
Reinmar sat with Sister Agathe in the ruins by Sigmar's Bridge and said little. The saying was not the point. The two of them did not speak on the way home.
Guillame traded at the tithe barn and was paid from the tithe chest. The tithe is the Elector's. The Elector will not hear of it, which is the problem. The hanged man's boat was sold before he stopped swinging. The bargeman who bought it did not want it. He wanted what was under the boards.
Krylov sat by the Flagon's fire and listened to the landlord's boy tell the story of the mill wheel. It gets longer every night.
Guillame Shieldbreaker kept the usual arrangement on the lower docks. The usual coin.
Krylov Vasilyevich kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it.
Guillame Shieldbreaker moved the usual sliver through the usual bargeman. The usual tenth for the ferryman.
Krylov Vasilyevich sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. Krylov kept watch on the lane. A Watch patrol passed and pretended not to see.
Reinmar von Altakre sang the boat song with the wrong words. In Fussenbach the words matter. The ale stopped coming. The Flagon's window glowed green from the wharf side. The landlord drew the curtain and it glowed through the curtain. In the Flagon a Watch sergeant, deep in his cups, said the name of somebody in The Order of the Welling Rune and a price for it.
What Reinmar did Finish the cup and go. By the time anyone might have asked, it was done. The cup was finished. The sergeant was still talking when the door closed.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now. The chandler's candles burned green and the chandler sold them anyway and said it was the tallow.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The chandler's candles burned green and the chandler sold them anyway and said it was the tallow.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave. Ash from the west came in under the Flagon door and settled on the ale. Nobody minded.
Reinmar von Altakre sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. The landlord wiped ash from the bar between rounds and asked, every time, whose it was.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it. The Flagon's fire would not draw and the room filled with the smell of somewhere else burning.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The hat sat in the Flagon's corner and drank water. The whole room drank slower.
Put out of action: Norri Stonebrew
Taken out: Guillame Shieldbreaker; Krylov Vasilyevich; Reinmar von Altakre
Their part in fullReinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave. The hat sat in the Flagon's corner and drank water. The whole room drank slower.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The Flagon's fiddle stayed behind the bar. The landlord pointed at the ceiling and shook his head.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now. The Flagon was full of bargemen with coin and no sense of how much.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village. The bargemen sang the boat song and got the words right, being bargemen. The village forgave them.
Reinmar von Altakre sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. The Flagon ran out of pumpkin ale and served something from Bechafen. Nobody complained and everybody noticed.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The Flagon served through the hatch. Nobody came in. Nobody wanted to be the one who brought it.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the Flagon's corner warm. Nobody argued for it.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon in the usual silence. Companionable, by now. The hat sat in the Flagon's corner and drank water. The whole room drank slower.
Reinmar drank two and went home. The village barely noticed. That is the point of a village. The landlord took the fiddle down from behind the bar and put it under the bar. Hats do not like fiddles.
Reinmar drank at the Flagon and was neither welcomed nor asked to leave. The landlord took the fiddle down from behind the bar and put it under the bar. Hats do not like fiddles.
Reinmar von Altakre sat where they always sit. The landlord poured without asking. The Flagon went quiet twice. Both times a hat had come in.
Reinmar von Altakre kept the usual stool at the Flagon. The usual pumpkin ale. The landlord wiped ash from the bar between rounds and asked, every time, whose it was.