Entry 2: A healthy fear for those furred.     Mother always said there would be days who's events would progress like this. Then again, she also mentioned the festering maggots of the many Hells and the glory of the Keeper of Secrets. I always did love my mother.     But onto topics of true importance, the nothingness that is our cult. I am thoroughly certain of one thing, and that is something I can't recall, maybe, no, perhaps again another time, yes, or no, which would it be in that case? I do not know, or perhaps I just wish not to say.     Again I deviate. The cult fared as well as one can, though again we encountered more of these silly warbands and found ourselves fighting amongst them. What a pestilence is war - bless the Keeper!     Our actual faring in battle this time was less impressive. These Skaven are impressively fast, closing in on our position well before what I anticipated. In addition, their mage made quick work of Rax, myself, and even Thanatos, though I later discovered the big guy left to go rough up a straggler he heard out in the distance.     .....doubt is knowledge.....doubt in your worthless religions, your meaningless lifestyles, your petty concepts of kindness and understanding! I will pray for you.....     Finally deciding to leave this senseless conflict, we left in the direction we came, picking up a few shining stones for inspection and use as well as selling one (it seems the people will alter their willingness to give coin based on your possession of these stones - how silly), and the fool paid us many coin.     Upon finding Thanatos, he had the straggler tied to a lamppost, bleeding extremely slowly, his life a blur of life's meaningless memories. Our large friend had extracted the sternum of this fellow, and with his claw, fashioned it into an unholy relic of sorts. Thankful, I took the item from Thanatos and wore it around my neck.     There was little else of consequence this day. We discovered a few more weak minds in the vicinity, and as is our calling, tainted their minds as only the worshippers of Slannesh, that wonderous Prince, could. There is to be much shed besides blood among some of these people tonight - clothes, tears, souls, and perhaps some spit if we're so lucky. I'm not a picky Captain.     Dance, dance for me, silly humans. Shed your salvation away. This dance shall be your first, and forever shall you dance for He!     -Tylor Turn the page. Back to the previous page. Close the journal.