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Chapter 1 The onset of the evening storm was surprisingly beautiful. I peered into the blue-tinged glades, blinking every so often as lightning burst forth from swollen skies in the distance. Far below was a sea of mist, obscuring the ground in a haze of white. On occasion, I could see the...

Daughter of Ghrond A Sorceress Quest In the desolate northern wastes of Naggaroth, where snow smothers the ground and the wind cuts like knives, the black citadel of Ghrond stands beneath a boiling sky. But a few leagues further north lies the maddening, ever-shifting realm known to mortals as...

A new world, a mountainous metropolis of metal and glass… That's what the messengers and scouts kept reporting back upon arrival at a trash heap of scavenge piles that only seemed to grow by the second, dumped from the treadmills embedded in the walls in the plate of the sky. Indeed, the reports...

The Greatest of Kings Character Creation "You will have heard, my lord, of a region to the east of the Tilean city-states ... sometimes known as the land of the Border Princes. This land is reckoned by its own people to be civilised enough, and it is not unlike Estalia or Tilea in that...

Ch 0.5 Character Creation Part 1 Welcome to my first quest. I've been inspired mostly by "A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism," one of the best pieces of fiction I've ever read, but I also draw from "A Tattered Eagle" over on Spacebattles. This quest will be about a citizen of the empire working...

"How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." ― Bram Stoker, Dracula *** "We cannot go any further. From here onward, you must go on your own." You mutter thanks, and after a moment...

To the south of Tilea and Estalia and the west of the Dead Lands lies the realm of Araby. An ancient land ruled by semi-independent city-states ruled by sultans or caliphs in the west and nomadic peoples who traverse the rest of the country's inhospitable deserts. You are one of the many people...

It is a time of lies. A century after the assassination of Mandred Skavenslayer, the Empire is once more at a precipice. Gunthar II, known as the Faithful, had brought men together once more on hunting out witches and rooting out cults. Only dogma and paranoia appears to hold the Empire...

The Old World, home of the Empire. The Empire, greatest of the human states in the Old World (no matter what the Brettonians say). The Empire has lasted for over 2500 years and shows no sign of stopping in its long march towards the future. You are a small cog in this machine, a single person...

It is a time of lies. A century after the assassination of Mandred Skavenslayer, the Empire is once more at a precipice. Gunthar II, known as the Faithful, had brought men together once more on hunting out witches and rooting out cults. Only dogma and paranoia appears to hold the Empire...

I - A Judgement Deferred They are burning a woman in the village square. That is what the stablehand says when he takes your steed, eyes wide with awe and fear alike, but in truth you hardly needed him to speak the words. The skies above are blue and clear, the early spring breeze tinged with...

Rain pours down outside a packed tavern, the din and drench muted by thatched roof and wooden walls underlaid by stone. The crackle of a fireplace and a calm hum of people break through the rest as dozens drink frothy Imperial beer. Woodsmoke and smiles fill the air. All except you are smiling...

Just a bit of a thought I had from a number of different quests here as well as my general knowledge of Warhammer Fantasy. I do not claim to be an expert and haven't seen anything personally to disprove this theory. Any way, the thought. So with the Lizardmen having the most "continuous"...

From fading fires, a spark drifts outward through the liminal spaces, feeding on drops of blood falling from a dreaming city. It devoured the glimmering lights of shed power from lands between and consumed the errant specks of soul-stuff floating throughout the currents of life and death, until...

━<><><>< 2204 I.C. ><><><>━ Being a Dwarf sucks. Controversial opinion? Maybe. Why have I come to that conclusion? It's simple really. Being forty-five years old and still only being considered barely an adult sucked. Being able to subconsciously recreate the exact emotional response I felt...

This is a dark age. A bloody age. An age of daemons and of sorcery. It is an age of battle and death, and of the world's ending. Amidst all the fire, flame and fury, it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of bold deeds and great courage. From the sprawling cities of the empire to the...

Every second, the souls of billions of people from worlds across the omniverse are taken after death and sent to the Great Resting Area or Grest, a place beyond the reach of any being save for those who manage it and those who have been chosen to inhabit. Each species, religion and culture are...

Hi everyone! Decided I might as well start a second quest up, and this one's been in my brain for a while, exited to have y'all! Five years ago The city of New York vanished. Five years ago we were brought to our new home. Five years ago the mayor ceded power to the NYPD for "the duration of...

The Year of our Lord Sigmar 2383 Most teenage graduates of educational institutions spend their time recovering from a massive hangover. Either in the arms of a loved one, in the temples of their god or screaming the name of their god from the nearest outhouse. Apprentices of the colleges of...

"Dear readers, Have you ever seen a dwarf, a slayer mind, tossed? Flying through the air as if shot out by a great cannon of Nuln make. Would you believe me if I told you the woman who did it lived to tell the tale or that the dwarf was thrown at his request? A steep arc his flight was, of...

The year is 773 since the Scarlet Realm's founding. And Uluiru has fallen. The northwestern kingdom was once a bastion of safety amongst the cold tundra, its sea borders and sorcery providing enough fertile farmland for a nation to survive off of. Its mineral wealth assisted greatly in its...

The Year is 2395 IC, and an imperial auction has ended! Rejoice, for your family has purchased the Writ and Responsibility, along with the potential Prestige, of establishing an Imperial Colony in the New World. Go Forth, honorable servant, bring Faith, Steel and Gunpowder to distant shores...

Warhammer Fantasy: A Princess of the Borderlands 2250, Landing Part I The year is 2250 by human reckoning. To the elves of Ulthuan, it is the 87th year of the reign of Finubar the Seafarer. Sigmar's empire lies in tatters, riven by civil war. Kislev and Grand Cathay form an unbreakable bulwark...

The Empire of Sigmar Heldenhammer is perhaps the greatest nation of the Old World. For a long, long time, it forbade the practice of any kind of magic, on pain of death, for fear of mutation and corruption. Magic was practiced anyway, but by traditions that hid themselves, for good or ill...

As the headset boots up, you take a moment to consider things. The advances in technology were considerable in the last few years. Who would have thought that by 20XX, you’d have full immersion VR? Feeling, tasting, and touching a completely virtual world; something that a few years ago would...