WFRP Dooms


Watch for the cloven hoof, it is thine enemy.
From above comes thy death.
Those born of Rhy's cauldron shalt build thee a ravenstone.
Thy broken cart shalt herald thy end.
Ready your coins on the thirteenth chime.
One bullock is safe, two bullocks bringeth the raven.
Just before he uttered your doom, the doomsayer died, his face frozen in a mask of horror.
The darkest rot shall eat thee from within.
The scythe shall reap thy flesh.
Water of all kinds is thy nemesis.