WFRP Doom

A prediction of the doom that will end a character

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Beware the man that is not a man!
The laurel wreath hides a poisoned thorn.
Tie not the ribbon, nor the feather wear; yea, the peacock is thine enemy.
The bun, the pastry, and the pie, yea, they art Morr's dishes!
Thirst not for blood, for it thirst for thee.
Cacklefax grips tight to coins of they doom.
Morr finds thee naked as the day of thy birth.
The limner's line shalt be false.
Tie not the ribbon, nor the feather wear; yea, the peacock is thine enemy.
Think not beyond thy station, for change is the herald of Morr.