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Is Slaanesh or Tzeentch in control of dreams and nightmares? Moon icons always made me think Tzeentch, but then I read on 1d4 that Slaanesh makes Daemons from his nightmares.

I like the idea of Karl-Franz as a kind of Fisher King-type character. Like King Theoden, a clever and courageous man, held back by sickness and corrupt advisors put in place by the machinations of chaos.
Keep Deathclaw, but put him in the Altdorf Zoo, where he mauls anyone who comes near that isn't Karl-Franz. And the Emperor never comes, because he's practically house-bound, so Deathclaw just rots away as a wild animal in a cage that's too small.

Maybe that's a little too close to the Emperor in 40k. Call it a parallel.

Yes.

Too much for me. I'd see that as more of an Elector Count fallen from youthful greatness and refusing to let go.

I'd see Karl as a man who will literally never come home. He and Deathclaw will die of exhaustion in an honorless death, never getting any peace or rest.

So a dialed-up Barbarossa.

Dreams looks more of a "shared" thing

'Where's the next cottage?'

'Another league and a half that way.' Rolf answered, pointing in a westerly direction. Vaclav noted that though Rolf kept control of his voice, his hand was shaking. And he wouldn't look directly towards the cottage; Vaclav knew all too well what it felt like to find a familiar place distorted into a twisted parody of itself by the cruelty of war. Until you saw it for yourself, it never seemed real; only then was the beauty of memory replaced by the ashes of reality.

The shock hadn't broken Rolf, though; rather, there was a hardness to his voice. The sight of the burning homestead had tempered him like steel. He continued: 'And beyond that, past Zahnberg Creek, the village of Geigersdorf.' Vaclav knew it, a small village with maybe two hundred people living in it. The beastmen warparty would annihilate it.

Unless they were stopped.

Sargeant Pavel came over, and saluted.

'We've searched thoroughly sir.' He reported. 'There are no survivors, and none of beastmen around either.' Vaclav turned to Rolf and asked.

'Are there any storage cellars where someone might have hidden?

'Yes sir, over there.' Rolf pointed. 'Two grain cellars.' But Pavel shook his head.

'We found them.' he said curtly. 'Both broken open, and all the food looted. The beastmen didn't leave anything; takes a very good sense of smell to detect grain sacks in a cellar buried under half a foot of snow.'

'I'm counting on it.' said Vaclav said. 'Gather the men, we're heading west.' Pavel saluted, and went to shout his men into line; they had allowed themselves to become too spread out, as they picked over the debris in horrified silence.

Boris came over, flanked by two others of the old guard - Sir Friedrich Nagelstein and Sir Helmut von Stolzhaften, who'd both been fighting beastmen since Vaclav was in his crib. If you didn't know them, from the expressions on their faces it would be easy enough to believe that their hair had just turned white.

Hey everyone. So what do you guys use in terms of a carrying tray for your army? I have about 2k of Bretonnia, Lots of peasants and archers and I'm looking for a way to carry the army around on a flat platform like one big movement tray. RIght now I'm literally using a flat baking pan. Any suggestions?

'Bad business.' grunted Boris. 'It's been a long time since beastmen have come so far out of the wilds. Must be ten years since we saw a family slaughtered like this.'

'Thank Shallya's mercy that's its been so long.' said Helmut von Stolzhaften. 'I remember back in the days of Hrogmot's warherd. They burned half a dozen villages on their way past, and half a dozen more in the sixth months it took us to hunt down the survivors after we broke them at the battle of the Bek.' Helmut shook his head. Ostermark had lost a lot of sons that day, alongside Ostland and Hochland; the combined force had taken two days of pitched battle to rout the rampaging beastherd. He continued gravely: 'Worse than orks for savagery they are. Praise Ulric that the news came through to us so quickly on a night like this - we have to catch the chaos scum as soon as possible, or we'll be neck deep in filth and fighting for months to keep our heads above the mire. Show weakness just once and they'll all know. Trust me.' His words echoed the advice Vaclav's father had given to him many years ago.

Manfred von Schwarzfeld joined them. His face was red and his clothes ashen; he looked like he'd been searching through the still burning house.

'The warband that did this was large. You can see that just from a glance.' he commented.

'We can't tell from these tracks how many there were.' Vaclav countered. 'They're too muddled.'

'True. But there are more then us. Many more.'

'Yes.' Vaclav said calmly.

'I'm with you to the end, my lord.' said Rolf. Boris clapped him on the shoulder approvingly,

'That's the spirit boy.' The old knight turned to Vaclav. 'I don't know about the rest of us, but he speaks for me as well if you hadn't already guessed.'

'None of us want to turn back and leave the warparty loose.' said Manfred von Schwarzfeld. 'But courage and determination can't double the size of our force.'

'Oh, what of the numbers man?' said Friedrich Nagelstein. 'I've fought against beastmen before, and I've been outnumbered before. We need to press on and catch them before they get away.'

In all the stories Vaclav had heard, he didn't remember any battles of his father's time that had taken place at night, in the forest, without horses. Manfred looked as if the same thought had crossed his mind too, but he ignored Nagelstein and merely commented.

'My lord, if you gave the order to return to the castle I would defend you against any who'd question it.' Unspoken were the words: it would be reckless to head on now.

'I know,' Vaclav said firmly, 'but we're going on nevertheless. Don't worry, I don't plan to simply walk into a pitched battle with the beasts - I ordered the food from the feast brought with us for a reason. With any luck, there will be a chance to use it to even the odds in our favour. If not, if we have no opportunity to do anything but give them more manflesh, I'll turn us back. Our lives aside, handing them another victory would only encourage them further.' Both Boris and Helmut von Stolzhaften nodded in agreement at this. Vaclav continued: 'They've turned north-west, further into the forest, but I'll bet they don't head back into the deep forest. Not yet. They're still hungry. That means we have a chance to get ahead of them, and catch them as they swing back towards the forest's border.'

'Still, it's a large forest.' said Manfred. 'If we're not following their trail it'll be hard to find them again.'

'We not going to find them.' said Vaclav simply. 'They're going to find us.'

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