Snow White Hills Blood Bowl Chronicles

This happened back during that bad winter, seven years ago or so. I was up near Ice Break Ridge searching for a cluster of griffon nests that I knew was round those parts when a big storm forced me to take shelter in a cave. Now it was one of those grand beauties of a storm, mind you. The World's Edge was shaken to the very core with the force of it and I thought I was going to go deaf from the echoes in the cavern. Even with my hands pressed against my ears I could still hear it. I was crouched against the floor, hoping it would end, when I heard a very different sort of sound, and that close by. A kind of snuffling sound. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise and I figure I'd picked a bear's cave. Wasn't no bear, though. As I looked back into the darkness, two luminous eyes like kindled fires lit up and looked about. In the flashes of lightning, I saw scaled legs scrabble against the rock as the thing stood upright. It walked past without even bothering to glance at me. Last I saw it, it was scaling straight up a cliff. I saw others like it waiting at the summit of a mountain, their forms throwing massive shadows across the mountains as they fought amidst the lighting. I've never been back to Ice Break Ridge since.: — Barthelm Vander, Hunter