Warhammer: Old World Conflict D9

WARHAMMER: Old World Conflict

Then it came into the moonlight and we saw it true. Did we fight? I cannot say. All I recall is clotted fur and an embracing drool. Twisting limbs. Tearing rock. Rotting metal. Melting fingers. The stench of cadavers and burning honey. My eyes screamed, my tongue shook, my knees spewed. It ate my friends and drank my soul. It took my mind I know not where, for it is no longer here with me." +++ Interview with sole survivor of Reikwald forest patrol, incarcerated in Frederheim Sanitorium +++