"WHAT IN SIGMARS NAME IS THIS NONSENSE!"
A sigmarite priest with a kettlehat firmly planted on his head steps inside and looks around.
"You beast, may purchase whatever you like, but that does not make you inquisitor! I also found this ungor..."
An ungor head comes bouncing on the floor. In his forehead is a mark from Mathis hammer and if you look carefully one can see an imprint of letters saying: "Owned by Sigmar!!!"
"This fellow was running around with caviar, so I liberated it in the name of Sigmar and purifyed it in the holy fire. But it still did not prepare my for this... However, the vision of St. Rufas spoke truly to me, and I know must take the actions necessary."
"So in the name of Sigmar and our beloved protector St. Rufas the Everpresent I declare you all condemned to death by fire!"
A great silence falls upon the assembled, before a laughter begins, since no flames appear. Mathi grumbles something from underneat his kettlehat and walks out of the door.
A few seconds pass before a roar is heard as several barrells of the finest Nordland Tar, ignited by a Barrell of Bugman“s finest, goes off outside and flames catch the Chapterhouse.
Inside, beams that turns out to be from the holy Nordland timber suddenly spring ablaze.
Mathi take a zip from his keg of Bugman“s as he watch the fire from the porch of his church. He raise the keg in a toast.
"To you, Sigmar, Ulric and Rufas! I did it all for you!"
Chapterhouse
with all inside
