WFRP Dooms

Thy generosity bringeth tuppence and a sword in return.

Thy last exclamation is love.

Manann's folk shalt love thee not.

Thou shalt die in bed, but not thine own!

When abandoned and alone, Morr shalt befriend thee.

The bun, the pastry, and the pie, yea, they art Morr's dishes!

Thou shalt sup from the cup of corruption.

Just before he uttered your doom, the doomsayer died, his face frozen in a mask of horror.

Eat neither the chitterlings nor the meat with tubes.

Thy soul, consumed with anger, shall be blinded to the unseen enemy.

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