Snow White Hills Blood Bowl Chronicles

Have faith,' the Enchantress had said to me, 'have faith that they will come, for their memories stretch longer than the minds of Men can reckon and they owe debt to your family.' Easily said in the long hours of the eve before a battle, but hard to hold onto in the midst of the fray when your comrades and followers are being slaughtered all about you. My duty lay in defending our land against the incursion of the Sigmarites, but my men were few and the Empire's army vast beyond easy reckoning. My scouts could not even give an accurate count of their horde, telling me they numbered as the stars. Still, my obligations were clear and so I prepared my troops to go to their deaths. The night before I engaged the invaders the Enchantress Ciara came to me and spoke of old debts between my line and the denizens of Athel Loren, telling me to send to them for aid. I had always been taught that it was unwise to rouse the People of the Wood, but then again, it is also foolhardy to disobey the advice of an Enchantress. I sent three of my bravest hunters, knowing in my heart that they would never return and even if they could get my plea through, there could be no response that would arrive in time to make any difference. That day I rose to watch the dawn, expecting it to be my last. When we finally engaged the enemy, the battle went as I expected. My men fought bravely, singing psalms to the Lady all the while, but they still fell all the same. In combat, there are tides that only a veteran can know and sometime past noon, I felt a change unlooked for in the current of that day. I heard a sharp, piercing cry resound even over the din of battle and the cries of dying soldiers. A black and white raptor as large as my horse sped past overhead, bearing an archer whose arrows did not miss, followed by a host of his fellows. The People of the Wood had come at my call and they came on swift wings.: — Gerard du Lacaren, Knight of the Realm