WFRP Doom

A prediction of the doom that will end a character


In thy surest moment, thou shalt fail.
Ranald shalt abandon thee.
The Gods watch over thy end.
Tie not the ribbon, nor the feather wear; yea, the peacock is thine enemy.
Beware the purse, the sack, the velvet bag.
Just before he uttered your doom, the doomsayer died, his face frozen in a mask of horror.
The Gods watch over thy end.
Thy last exclamation is love.
From above comes thy death.
Thy last exclamation is love.