WFRPRoC2


Warhammer Fantasy Role Play - Supplement

	And behold, a Daemon Lord comes in the full panoply of battle. At his passing, the trees gibber their rage and the stones shout their hate at the uncaring sky. He hunts the enemies of his Master, for his meat is mortal flesh and his wine mortal souls. At his left hand moans a Daemon, bound in the shape of an axe. Its songs of blood and hatred echo forth, and fill the sky with a moaning that stirs the dead. At his right hand stand Lesser Daemons, huntsmen all, straining at the leashes of the Hounds. They chomp upon the shades and spirits they have harried, throwing morsels of innocence to each other, so that all may sample the sweetest meat. Behind him wait the Legions of his Master, arrayed in armour fluted and chased with gold, brighter than the sun and darker than midnight. Each holds a shrieking sword, each shrieks in disharmony with his blade, each joins the chorus of Chaos, a promise of worse than death for those that hear it. Beneath their feet the earth writhes at their touch, as if seeking to escape their presence. Behold, a Daemon Lord comes, and we are doomed... -Codex Daemonica

		*Image of the Rule Book*

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