Admiral:
[align=center]The Doomsayer and the Feral Goblins, by Uhr-Kulmbizharr[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a man who lived all his life with a certainty of impending doom. He was even negligent of portents and hidden signs from Dark Gods and Daemons alike which contradicted his fears of death around the corner, and for this he was called the doomsayer. Whenever he travelled somewhere, the doomsayer went alone, for no armed caravan would have him and his gloom in its midst.
One day, the doomsayer was out prospecting in the wilderness, when he spotted a group of feral Goblins just in time to hide from them. To get past the vile Greenskins, the doomsayer had to sneak through a small gorge. He crept silently through it and even took off his hat, Hashut forbid, to avoid detection.
However, in the middle of the gorge, the Bull God struck the doomsayer with despair:
“They’ll be over me any moment now. This is the end! I’m sure the Goblins can hear me,” keened the doomsayer.
And so they did, for they heard his voice.
“I knew it!” yelled the doomsayer, before the feral Goblins ripped open his arms, split his bones and ate his marrow in front of the doomsayer’s own eyes. For such is the fate of those who would dare to make predictions of doom not based upon the omens and prophecies of high Hashut and Chaos.
- The Doomsayer and the Feral Goblins, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund
