Bald! <Warhammer>
It'd been several weeks since I'd last taken up arms for the Empire in their struggle against the Chaos filth. I'd spent most of that time in quiet contemplation, praying for Sigmars blessings knowing soon I would have to resume the fight and bathe in the blood of my enemies.
I wasn't built for this, even my father, Sigmar rest his soul, oft mentioned the fact that I wasn't the type to be wielding a hammer let alone going to War. But upon taking my vows and enlisting I have begun to enjoy the tasks Sigmar has laid before me.
In fact I enjoyed it far too much the first weeks of my internship, the Witch Hunters, Bright Wizards and my fellow Priests all shied away from me that first week as I raged into the lines of marauders and zealots. Knee deep in corpses, my cries to Sigmar all but lost in the crunch of bones and the clash of steel. My hair matted and twisted with gore and viscera, my robes all but sodden with blood.
A hand on my shoulder broke me out of my fervour as my brother priest whispered to me,
'They are gone lad'
It was then, in a moment of clarity, I looked around me at the battlefield and realised that I was the only one left on the field, the empire ranks stood ready behind me but not one would meet my eye. At my feet lay bodies, lots of bodies, some unrecognisable the punishment I had dealt with my hammer apparent on many of the broken and twisted forms.
At once I crumpled to my knees and a great calm came over me as I disappeared into the blackness.
And now I am here amongst the cloisters of the Seminary, four weeks they said but it's been longer I'm sure. Confined to my rooms for all that time my hands secured to my sides for my own protection they said. A priest, Brother Clarence, has been in every morning, he supplicates before me and whispers prayers of righteousness before me and I am embraced by Sigmars grace but I do not know why I must seek repentance.
Today is to be my day of release, according to the old Brother I have been cured of whatever malaise it was that afflicted me that vicious day on the battlefield. Many young priests upon taking their vows often rush in headlong into the fray but none with the ferocity I displayed that day I was overcome with fervour. Perhaps my time with the Witch Hunters had rubbed off on me, I wasn't to know but still I felt at peace now, the raging intensity inside me had dimmed and though I still felt the desire to crush skulls and bleed the Chaos scum, I would now do it with purpose and Sigmars blessings.
Clarence shuffled into my cell and took a small knife and released my bonds, I should of known earlier, my head felt light from the moment I woke up in this tiny cell. I put it down to the blessings I was receiving on a daily basis, being infused with Sigmars grace.
Apparently not as my hands glided over my smooth pate. 'BALD' I shouted, 'You shorn my hair like a goat?' I questioned the old man.
'To remind you of all that you have given up and all that you will gain in the future under Sigmars grace my son' he whispered gently diffusing my ire 'And with Sigmars blessings please accept these accoutrements so you may return to the battlefield wiser and stronger than before to bring to the light those heathen Chaos or exact Sigmars revenge on their souls.'
He laid a new set of vestments down on my pallet, 'wear these my son with our blessing, you will find them suitable for your use and should last you several seasons in battle, and take this' he said passing me a fine Maul, inscribed with ancient runes it licked with power, 'and crush some skulls Song' he winked at that last, the first time he had named me in my entire stay.
On that day I left the seminary I did so alone, with only the robes on my back and my mighty hammer strapped to my back. I took nothing else with me, hell even my hair had gone damn them all, I chuckled softly to myself rubbing my shiny head vigorously. Damn that's going to burn in this sun I smiled as I saw the empire lines forming up in the distance.
Soon battlelust would return but this time I would not get lost and Sigmars retribution would be swift and merciless on those who stood in my way.
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