Entry 3: The 31st Day of the 10th Month of the First Year of the Third Millennium     Our new swordsman arrived from Marienburg today. He is a stout fellow and should do well as the foundation for a new group within our band whom we shall call the Redeeming Fists. We have begun training with him already.     I have had more conversations in the past days with those we meet in passing. I have learned that the band of skaven who wear green tunics are known to this area and referred to as the 'Green Flame'. They appear to be led by a power-hungry rodent named Maximillion, who is rumored to have extensive stores of wyrdstone. The tunics are apparently emblematic of this band and not of any caste of skaven. However, it has been confirmed that some skaven are skilled in magick, and upon my recounting of the storm we faced just a few days now past, the hearers seemed to have increased fear of such magicks.     Deeper thought regarding how to contact and deal with these Skaven has led me to send home for a youngblood. We had several such applicants for our band, and I wanted none such in our midst. However, I remember well the son of a tax collector of our province. His father was not well liked, and my father considered his an enemy. Such a man’s son could, perhaps, be considered expendable. I have no money to pay him yet, nor equipment, but this is not my present concern, for I will have him trivial fee by the time he arrives in this land.     My mind has also been distracted as of late. I have been hearing rumors of man-beasts roaming the streets and the dead rising from the ground. With all-hallows eve coming this very night, I am much on edge. While I would normally dismiss such rumors, I find them harder to disbelieve in a place such as this... Turn the page. Back to the previous page. Close the journal.