Disclaymer I don't own Warhammer Fantasy because it belongs to Games Workshop.
It was a normal day for me. I got up at a reasonable time and made myself ready for school. When I was dressed and through the bathroom, I went downstairs to great the rest of the family.
''Morning.'' I greeted still a bit tiredly. Maybe the Vermentide marathon with my friends hadn't been such a great idea, but what can I say I am a little Warhammer nerd. Great worldbuilding, great lore and stories just the company was kind of a dick from time to time.
''Morning Eric. ''Greeted my mom back. ''Ready for school?'' I just nodded and made a bowl of cornflakes with cocoa. After that I took my schoolbag and with a final bye I was gone. Sadly, it was raining like it did usually in these times... Shit
I lived in Neustadt a pretty normal German town. It wasn't too big so you could reach everything by food in at least half an hour. It was also not too busy and always quite calm. Of course, from time to time there were the occasional celebration days but nothing like the Oktoberfest in Munich or the Karneval in Köln... so much alcohol and drunk people.
My school was a building from the 70s a so called Bausüne (build sin) it was gray with a bit of blue and looked like it could quite decide if it wanted to be a bunker complex ore a factory. Nut in the end it was a Gymnasium and I had decided that I wanted to graduate here so that was a compromise I was willing to make.
I went inside and went up the stairs. Now there is one thing you should know because I seemingly didn't. If your school has very polished steps and your shoes are still slippery from the rain outside then. Don't. Run. The. Stairs. Up. Which I for whatever reason did.
And two things happened.
Firstly, I slipped and fell foreward just to hit the stairs with my chin and dying like an idiot in the process. And secondly it started the most fucked up adventure that anyone in this world could experience.
Sucks, doesn't it?
The next thing I noticed was that it was dark. ''Hm.'' I thought. ''Maybe I am not dead and this is what comatose people experience. Weird I always thought that this was kind of like a dream''
''You are not dreaming, nor is this a coma my child.''
Suddenly the darkness vanished and was replaced with a golden light and in front of me was a man. He looked a bit like Thor just in more awesome. He was tall broad had red hair and beard and bore a golden Viking like armor and had a very awesome war hammer.
''God? Is that you?'' I asked nervously. If this was my final trial before death or hell then I had to admit that I had expected something differently.
He chuckled. ''Although it might be true that I am a god I am not your god. I am Sigmar Heldenhammer and I think that you know pretty much about me and the world I am from.''
My eyes widened at the realization. The multiverse was actually a thing and not only that but there was a universe were Warhammer was fucking real. ''HeiligeScheiße.''
''Holy shit indeed child. But we are not here to talk about godhood and holy colon products.''
Finally, I pulled myself together and nodded. ''Since I know who you are I have another question I thought I died, ore is that not the case and this is some kind of afterlife?''
Sigmar shook his head. ''Sadly, you are actually dead, your life is over. But this is also not the afterlife right now you are indeed only one step ahead of the place where you would have gone if I hadn't done this. Right now, I give you a choice and pleas here me out.''
I swallowed. So that was it? I just had died like this? My life, my family and everything else was gone. And now someone who I thought to be fictional was here speaking with me and offered me an alternative. To his regard I hadn't much a choice, so I nodded showing him to continue.
''You see, the realm I am from is in quite the troubles there are Chaos, Skaven, Druchii, Orks and so on. In times like there is a need for men and women like you. Not warriors but people who see more than black and white, people who have dreams and ambitions. In short, I want you to go to my realm and help not only the Empire but the whole world against those who seek to destroy and corrupt it.''
''But I am not hero material! I am an 18-year-old guy close to graduating. Why do you choose someone who died because he fell on the stairs like der letzte Depp and not a Naivy seal who died after killing a dozen terrorists?'' I yelled desperately. Of course, I wanted to be a hero but that really wasn't a way for someone like me. If I had to choose between fighting a giant unkillable monster and surviving by cowardly running I would most probably choose the second option. After all, '' Werüberlebt und läuftvonhinnen, kanneinandermalgewinnen.''
Sigmar laughed at my little outburst. ''I am not looking for a hero or great warrior there are enough of that kind there. I don't need someone who takes the jackhammer and crashes through a door. I need someone who puts a piece of dog shit into a plastic bag then squashing it flat and putting it through the mail slot after he froze it when the owners aren't at home. I need a needle or a scalpel, not a chainsaw. Someone who pokes the enemy from time to time with a pointy stick in the back while the main threat is attacking from the front.''
''But still, even for that I am not really suited I am an 18 years old boy with at best average constitution and no experience.'' I argued back.
Suddenly Sigmar placed a hand on my shoulder and suddenly I felt calm and collected. ''Don't worry my child. Trust me I would not have chosen you if I hadn't been sure that you weren't fit for it. Of course, you are not ready yet but you will be and even more in later times. But I won't just send you their unprepared you would most probably die in your fist week. First, I will give you a new body with muscle memory, you won't be a demigod like man but you will be able to defend yourself. And you will also be part of a certain group of individuals so that you will be able to do something.''
I was trying to compensate all those information but luckily Sigmar's God aura thing was helping me with that. And really what was my chances. Eather heaven forever or trying again and help actually.
So, I did the only reasonable thing.
I nodded.
Sigmar smiled. ''Good decision. Now Eric Steger van Wolfenstein state-issued-Wit hunter of the church of Sigmar it is time.''
And with that, I opened my eyes again.
So this was the prologe. I hope you liked it. I will try to keep this storry running but pleese don't expect some kind of masterpiece. but if you have idears or found mistakes i made just leave a review.
Dealer van Wolfenstein
