Wolf Riders

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THE OLD WORLD TIMELINE

 

A brief guide to the history of the Warhammer World

 

 

 

 

Contents

 

 

Wolf Riders by William King

The Tilean Rat by Sandy Mitchell

The Phantom of Yremy by Brian Craig

Cry of the Beast by Ralph T. Castle

No Gold in the Grey Mountains by Jack Yeovil

Hammer of the Stars by Pete Garrett

Pulg's Grand Carneval by Simon Ounsley

The Way of the Witchfinder by Brian Craig

WOLF RIDERS

 

by William King

 

"Honestly, gentlemen, I don't want any trouble," said Felix Jaegar sincerely. He spread his empty hands wide. "Just leave the girl alone. That's all I ask."

The drunken trappers laughed evilly.

"Just leave the girl alone," one of them mimicked in a high-pitched lisping voice. Felix looked around the trading post for support. A few men in the heavy furs of mountain men looked at him with drink-fuddled eyes. The store owner, a tall thin man with lank hair, turned and began stacking bottles of preserves on the rough wooden shelving. There were no other customers.

One of the trappers, a huge man, loomed over him. Felix could see the particles of grease stuck in his beard. When he opened his mouth to speak the smell of cheap brandy overwhelmed even the odour of rancid bear fat that the trappers covered themselves with against the cold. Felix winced.

"Hey, Hef, I think we got a city boy here," said the trapper. "He speaks right nice."

The one called Hef looked up from the table against which he had pinned the struggling girl.

"Aye, Lars, right pretty he talks, and all that nice golden hair, like cornstalks. Could almost take him for a girl himself."

"When I come off the mountains anything looks good. I tell you what - you take the girl. I'll have this pretty boy."

Felix felt his face flush. He was getting angry. He hid his anger with a smile. He wanted to avoid trouble if he could. "Come on gentlemen, there's no need for this. Let me buy you all a drink."

Lars turned to Hef. The third mountain man guffawed. "He has money too. My luck's in tonight."

Hef smirked. Felix looked around desperately as the big man advanced on him. Damn, where was Gotrek? Why was the dwarf never around when you needed him? He turned to face Lars. "All right, I'm sorry I interfered. I'll just leave you gentlemen to it."

He saw Lars relax, letting down his guard as he advanced. Felix let him come closer. He watched the trapper spread his arms as if he were about to hug him.