#29b The Ballad of Lord Voltaire: Part I
PART I - ON BARFUN MOOR
Foolish Voltaire’s evils three.
His artless evils three:
He swelled the ranks of the Raptured Court,
Provoked the wrath of a Khornate Lord,
And their course did not foresee!
‘Twas brillig, and the Lord Voltaire
Did canter over Barfun Moor.
He rode to seek the Beastmen’s lair,
Wherein the Realm Gate lay.
“Beware the Jabberslythe my lord!”
A Blood Knight called, as from the lair
A mutant beast emerged, absurd
With mauve and umber hide.
And as Lord Volaire’s retinue
Looked on in jealous reverence,
His nightmare steed reared up and flew
To bear their dread lord forth.
He took his spirit sword in hand,
Short time the chaos foe he fought.
He left it dead, and with its head,
The Soulblight knights advanced.
But as in triumph they went on,
A flock of ungors ambushed them
And rained upon their armoured heads
A hail of vicious darts.
The Lord Voltaire was swift to act
And summoned forth nocturnal fiends.
The beastmen fled, pursued by bats
Which rent their mutant flesh.
But even as the ungors fled,
Their greater brethren stood their ground:
A herd of feral bestigors
Now barred the vampires’ road.
The Order of the Blood-Drenched Rose
Collided with the bovine brutes.
The chaos creatures fought with skill
Yet only one endured.
Lord Voltaire caught this bestigor
And bound him tight with cords and chains:
A hostage might facilitate
A Chaos Lord’s respect.
And so they passed through bestial foes
To come upon the magic Gate.
Which Realm it led to none could know.
They entered nonetheless...
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