Entry 1: Clearly we have found paradise!     Sun, son, burn, clouds, fear, not, happy clot, havoc cold burn, razor-edge sight, when will mortals learn, in madness there is might!     So, here we were - Mordheim. What a dump! The place was ransacked, buildings in shambles and the place just loaded with gangs and the like, all spinning closer to this giant rock's fragments like damned flies to our flesh. May the unholy powers bless those little pests, they've been fair company.     We walked the place until dusk. The wind started to pick up sharply, and we all silently rejoiced this by screaming our lungs off. There is pleasure in pain, so we also opted to set Thanatos on fire. Only his fur seemed to mind, and it kept the rest of us pining for more damned flame. Complaints are scarce amongst my congregation.     Finally, hearing a small bit of goings-on nearby, we went to investigate and found a sizable group of fleshie convertables fighting against their own, though they appeared to be of different origins. Deciding we had little better to do, we entered the fray.     .........none is all is faith is be......if life is this than make me bleed.....     Soulcrack was hit from afar by a pointy-ear, a rare breed of human known to be not. Caring little for this, as I knew Soulcrack was tougher than the arrow and the blood on the floor would taste fine later, proceeded to continue on with the fighting. Malice was shot down from pistol fire, though he got up and walked away afterwards (I'm guessing he sensed earlier what we all did later, an impressive act and one I shall have to recall) and left the rest of us to continue the fight.     Paincry, growing ever more excited with this situation, charged forward and planted his spear straight through the gut of one of the foes, only to be hit by another. Thankfully, Paincry had a few holes in his memory afterwards, because one of them was getting hit by such an easily avoidable attack.     We decided to take two of these shining stones the others pursue so ferverently and attempt to get a better idea of what they were. A street urchin begged to purchase one, so we gave him it for a sizable amount of coin. I do hope that child also finds the bit of Thanatos' flesh we snuck in his back pocket - a fine gift for anyone in his family who isn't already ill!     This place is an absolute dump. Welcome home, boys.     -Tylor Turn the page. Back to the previous page. Close the journal.