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We arrived at Mordheim hungry, ready to take place in the great hunt for treasures within. The edges of the city were civil enough, but barren, and after two days of fruitless searching we left the other looters and penetrated into the dark heart of the city.



It was four days when the corpses first started appearing, another two when the stench of smoke filled the air and did not disappear, another four when we realized our maps only led us in circles when we tried to return to the city gates, and a fortnight when we met another living soul amongst the burning ruins.



He was weightless, suspended above a grisly pile of bone and stinking flesh in a gibbet that had unkindly not fallen when the building it was attached to collapsed. Fiery hair hung lankly over shoulders bedecked in filthy rags. The noose hung round his neck held a sign placed as a punishment for some horrid crime, now forgotten. His clouded eyes narrowed shrewdly as he spoke to us in a loathsome trill:



“We are the King of Mordheim, and We demand our Royal Toll for passage. Deliver unto Us the Royal Gift of Meat before our Throne, and ye shall be allowed to pass unmolested through our lands.”



We laughed at the caged man. Half mad from wandering the endless streets, we drew our blades and took turns dancing beneath the gibbet, bones crunching underfoot as we jabbed at the wretched man’s hanging feet. The man howled and rattled the bars of his prison in pain and impotent fury, a sound pleasant to our ears after the frustration of being lost in the city’s maze. As we played, the buzzing flies disappeared and the everburning flames shrank in fear.



From everywhere and nowhere it came, an unnatural shriek that pierced the soul. Two of our number fell to the cobbles clutching their ears with bloodied fingers. The rest of us abandoned our prey, clambering over ourselves and scattering into the labyrinthian streets of the dead city. The caged man’s screams of fury devolved into howls of unhinged laughter that echoed through the winding streets, mocking our fear as we fled into the darkness. Blinded we ran, panting, gibbering, raving, until one by one we felt the jaws of oblivion catch on our throats.



Silence deafened the cobbles and ruins. The man in the cage watched expectantly as the nameless thing lurched back through the streets, fouling all that it touched. It paused before the man’s cage and extended a single pulsating talon, on which hung a mangled arm. The King of Mordheim greedily snatched his toll.
“Still warm” the caged beast spat through red teeth. Its duty done, the unknowable thing shambled off to where nightmares dream, to slumber until the King’s Law was transgressed again.


A small terrain piece I made a few months back and a short story I wrote in my head while making it, wanted to share both.
C+C appreciated.

Looks pretty good and definitely fits the Mordheim aesthetic to a tee. Do you actually play Mordheim, or was this just for fun?

Thanks! Yeah me and my friends play, unfortunately the rest of the terrain and models are WIP.

Cool, I look forward to seeing more. I went on a Mordheim binge a while back...but my main opponent is four hours away so it fizzled pretty quick. Still built a big table's worth of terrain!