Snow White Hills Blood Bowl Chronicles

Truly I thought I had experienced every pleasure known from the flesh pits of Araby to the boudoirs of Marienburg. Yet they never quite satiated me. Always I sought for more; more intensity, more divine madness, more ecstasy. As I lolled in bawdy-house after bawdy-house, gambling den after gambling den, so I heard more and more whispers of vices so salacious even the most decadent of libertines became hushed and withdrawn when I tried to press for further information. This of course only roused in me a greater thrill of anticipation, a greater determination to uncover such utter depravity as might be offered me could I but track down the Disciples of Lanshor. Yes, I knew that if I were to find them, I may be putting soul and body alike to the greatest of risks, but it seemed like it would be worth those risks. Indeed, the thought that at last I might have found a pleasure regarded as truly abhorrent by the fools who make our laws only enhanced my fervour. That was twenty years ago, and my only regret is that I did not give myself up to the Aesthete a decade before instead of wasting my time with mere earthly desire.: — Rupert von Epstein, heir to the von Epstein dynasty; Pruest if Slaanesh