Mautoa

<<E al momento opportuno sorgeremo dai nostri luoghi segreti e abbatteremo le città dellíImpero. I nostri fratelli sorgeranno dalle foreste per massacrare e bruciare. Il Chaos coprirà la terra e noi, i servi scelti, saremo elevati ai SUOI occhi. Onore a Tzeentch, Colui che Cambia le Strade. Njawrríthakh 'Lzimbarr Tzeentch>>

“Your character stands atop a grassy hill . . . the sun glints off your golden hair, rippling in the warm breeze ...you absent-mindedly rub the gem-studded hilt of your magac sword, and glance over at the dwarf and elf, bickering as usual about how to load the horses . . . the magic-user has memorized her spells, and says she’s ready to go . . . a dangerous dungeon entrance gapes at you from the mountain nearby, and inside, a fearsome dragon awaits. Time to get moving. ..