Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: The Enemy Within: Enemy in Shadows

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"At the appointed time, we shall rise from our secret places and throw down the towns and cities of the Empire. Chaos will cover this land, and we, the Chosen Servants, shall be exalted in HIS eyes. Hail to Tzeentch, Changer of the Ways! Njawrr’thakh ‘Lzimbarr Tzeentch!" The Empire of Karl Franz stretches from the Sea of Claws in the north to the Black Mountains in the south, and beyond that perilous range, the wild and untamed lands of the Border Princes. It is a beacon of civilisation in an untamed world. Sigmar, its founder, is now a god, his influence still shepherding his chosen peoples. From mighty Altdorf, all are fairly ruled, from the poorest citizen to the most luminous noble, each a proud heir to Sigmar’s glorious destiny. That, at least, is what the child and the sycophant claim. The truth of life in the Empire is rarely glorious, often short, and never without peril. If you wish to climb out of the gutter, you better have the coin to pay for the privilege, or failing that, a blade to cut your way free. The Empire itself is a fractious mess, a handful of Great Provinces vying for power and always with a keen eye toward snatching any advantage from a neighbour. The nobility are witless hedonists, or scheming misanthropes, heedless of the suffering left in their wake. This cankerous state cannot go on, and indeed revolutionaries whisper of a better world. Some preach that ancient and terrible gods, the ruinous powers of Chaos, offer the only hope of change. They whisper sweet succour and velvet promises, embracing the witch, the mutant, and the heretic. Their secret plots and unseen deeds suffuse the Old World, and patiently they await that prophesied day when they will arise from their secret places and throw down the works of Man, and Elf, and Dwarf, to usher in a terrible age of Chaos. From this tangle of political machinations, hidden cults, and foul ambition, a scant handful dare to hope for something more. Ordinary folk who refuse to accept their lot in life, who dare to hope for a better life. Whether by sword or by flame, by hidden betrayal or by tremulous sin, they mean to claim it. Most will perish, and a few will wish they had. The rest? Well… There are no heroes here, only those with the mettle to survive and prosper. How will you fare in the Grim and Perilous Fantasy world of Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay! Gather your heroes as you take them from humble beginnings as penniless adventurers to the halls of the great and powerful, where every decision can change the fate of the Empire. So, stick a feather in your hennin hat, grab your zweihander, and unleash your small but vicious dog; it’s time to stand against Chaos or at least put a few pfennigs in your pocket!