WFRP Doom

A prediction of the doom that will end a character [wfrp] [character]

Heed not the smith, in his artifice lies thy doom.

Tie not the ribbon, nor the feather wear; yea, the peacock is thine enemy.

Lack of breath fills thy last moments.

Heed not the smith, in his artifice lies thy doom.

The written word shall spell thy doom.

Tie not the ribbon, nor the feather wear; yea, the peacock is thine enemy.

Morr sends a maiden.

The limner's line shalt be false.

Thou shalt die in bed, but not thine own!

Rats wearing the Horns of Taal shalt bite at thy heels.