You want to know the best thing about being Isekei'd into the world of Warhammer Fantasy in the time of legends and myths? Being in a time of legend and myth. Want to know the worst part? Being in the warhammer world with the fact that the gates had already fallen and the deamons were invading. On the one hand, that was a decent EXP farm. On the other hand, it was a relentless tide of warped and twisted abominations, even as I moved into the dubious shelter of the mountains. My first meetings with the dwarves did not exactly go too well... but at the same time we warmed up to each other. Nothing quite like slaughtering demons and tides of mutated beasts... and I'll admit, I asked them, that if my changes started getting to bad, to put me down.

They seemed to respect that. Gave me a place to sleep, and I was happy enough to earn some bread and beer fighting for them, though I think I made them grumble when I would not take gold, only iron. Heh, gold was less useful than iron, than steel for killing the hordes of chaos. Still, what 'gifts' of gold they gave me... I wove my own spells into jewelry, gifting them back in turn, and they could sense the power. For in this setting, was there any spell in the D&D toolkit as useful as Protection From Chaos?

Why, I even managed to give one of my works to Grimnir himself, as he marched north. There was something in that moment, something historic that resonated to me. In a way... I could only hope that my own contribution to his trek would help, let him kill a few more the fucking things.

Drarik Bronzefire

The human was good luck, but had the sense to not attend the banquet. Was it perhaps unfair, considering that the man was willing to fight alongside them, that he hated the dark powers from the north and rested little as he stalked and hunted them. Each of the holds knew, that he would leap from crag to crag, running from battle to battle among the peaks, drawn to where the fighting was at its most fierce. He was not of their race, simple and crude in many respects, but he fought well and asked for little in return.

The last, along with his strange powers that worked by binding something like magic, but not, into physical objects, had won him far more suspicion than welcome truth be told. Some dawi gave him gold, and then the fool gifted it back, and changed. Axes and hammers almost fell on him, before he explained, before eyes fell on the precious bands. Bands that pushed the powers and creatures of chaos away, that shielded one from the influence of the dark powers. A powerful secret and one that he tried to share as well as he was able.

Morgrim asked why. The human laughed, a barking thing, his grin savage, near feral. "Your father goes to the fallen gate. On his island Caledor prepares a master spell to channel the winds of chaos away from this world. Alone, either may succeed. Together? The world survives. I am not strong enough to travel into the wastes. But, if I can? I will help as I may, that chaos be thrown back." And he winked. "Its why I share, as if more know how to make it, more shields, more survive to strike against chaos."

He sighed. "But, I worry, that this is the first war of many." We all paused, as Grimnir turned his eye to him, his presence baleful.

"You doubt me?" The words were simple, the axes ready to strike, as the human shrugged.

"Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Even if you slam the great gate shut, I worry that now that they have the scent, they will try and burrow into the world, or something from our world will try and reach out to theirs, making a new door, if not a new gate entirely." It was something to ponder, as our great warlord considered the words, nodding, the suggestion of a smile cracking his lips as the man finished. "Vigilance will be the surest defence, and death will break before a dawi forgets."

Matt

Now, it was not long after meeting one of the dwarfs ancestor gods on his trek north that the whole thing ended. I still made sure to make many bands of Protection From Chaos, and helped work some of the spells deep into the rock of the holds, all in the hope that the Norse Dwarves would endure and last. I even managed to teach a few how to use some of my D&D spells, even if it was closer to artifice than wizardry.

Which of course, is when I decided to go a wandering the world, mostly just to stretch my legs, see what was there... and to try and remember some of the times in the lore correctly. Of course, I did have some plans. Sure, they were simple plans, and I would have to try remembering them far, far into the future, but at their core? Hear about Nagash? Kill Nagash and shit down his neck. Seriously, fucker was able to get the Skaven to work together with no backstabbing, and thats after he was killed the first time.

Also, no lich Nagash, no vampires... and probably no necromancy, which may have some consequences and another route would need to be done to deal with the skaven. Also, note to self, avoid the :Lizardmen. Not sure how I fit in with the Great Plan and those fuckers were organic machines, not people. And I did not want to test how a Slann mage priest could probably pimpslap me out of existence, before or after genderbending me to send my ass to the great beyond without a hint of lube.

A few decades later, I somehow ended up attached to the traveling adventuring band of one of the greatest adventurer of the age, before he went insane thanks to his hot but crazy mother and plunged his race into an age of strife, civil war, on and off invasions and enough slavery and blood sacrifice to make you wonder just how fast people on this world could breed. I speak of course of Malekith of Nagarythe. Before of course, his mother really fucked him up in the head. Of course, I was more of a pet and curiosity than anything close to an equal.

But, as they started dealing with the dwarves? Well, the prince learned that I knew the dwarven tongue and I was tapped as a translator. And honestly, those early days the prince was a curious and friendly soul, a noble and shining beacon. Hopefully... there would be a way to prevent him from becoming the Witch King. One could hope anyway.

Malekith

A question had burned in him, but one that he did not want to speak in public, much to the amusement of his friend. It had happened that day, when the human his band kept around as a combination, cook, porter and curiosity had been approached by several dwarves baring the markings of northern holds, all of who seemed to treat him with respect and friendship, even as thoughtful eyes were placed on him. Still, he poured the drink, he could not restrain himself. "I find myself wondering, perhaps a little later than I should really, just who the human I accepted into my ranks is."

It was thoughtful, as Snorri chuckled, his eyes twinkling with cheer. "Long lived for one of his kind at any rate, supposed to have fought against the demons and attended the banquet for my uncle on his march north." He pondered this, as Snorri took a deep quaff. "They are a strange lot up there, and they claim he can speak dooms and is behind some of their more interesting bits of smithcraft."

Now that? He raised an eyebrow. "Really? A human, whose people consider a sharpened stick or lashing a rock to a stick as complex, managed to teach your people something?"

He could not help the little smirk on his face, as Snorri glared at him. "Oh, his metal working is as crude as you'd expect, but the magic he weaves into his works? Caused a bit of a stir when he managed to actually teach some youngsters to harness it like he could, but the first rule he put in place?" There was a knowing smile in the high eyes eyes, something playful about his lips. "A ward against chaos. Even works, even if its not perfect."

The implications of that, the possibilities... his mind turned towards the human, a part of him curious. "And he speaks dooms? Prophecy?" Truth be told, his mother complained enough about her visions having gone unheeded for him to at the least consider it, even if he was not sure of things. "How accurate is he?"

Because, as Snorri seemed to consider something, that cast just why the human had followed them in a potentially different light, even as they eventually turned to other topics, of hunts and battles... and of course, some of the affairs of state that needed to be discussed. Of the human, nothing else was said.