Record of a speech given by the grot warlock known as "the Mooncaller" to the assembled horde of Waaagh! Mogrek in the aftermath of the battle for the Ashfall Delta. This document was discovered trampled into the dirt in the wake of the horde’s passing beside the remains of an unidentified Iscarneth spy.
I have managed to secure a hiding position within the camp itself. The rabble appear to be gathering for some form of address. Speaker doesn’t look like much. Emaciated and masked. I recognize that mask from the Emissary records. This is the Mooncaller who fought at Frørholm. Will continue to observe and record. Speech is beginning.
“Orruks, troggs and grots, fimm and ogors and gargants, I bid you most welcome to our humble procession. You have come here in answer to a call, a base thrum in the deepest recesses of your skull. We have all felt it, myself more than others, for I was present at the awakening of the mighty Mogrek Longblade himself! The primal power you all feel courses through me like liquid fire, and it has changed me. Yes, changed me in ways you cannot imagine. And I believe that it has the power to change all of you too. Make you stronger, make you fiercer, more cunning and more brutal than you have ever dreamed!”
Mooncaller has stopped and appears to be having some kind of fit. Looking around self as if confused.
“Wha… wha’s going on? Where am I? Me zoggin’ head’s splitting. It… it hurts so much. I’m frightened. I- Ah, forgive me. Let us resume.”
Don’t like what I just saw. Vines, tendrils coming from the mask?
“We stand upon the precipice of our greatest victory since the days of Gorkamorka. Mogrek seeks to lead us to a prize far greater than you can imagine, and all that stands between us and our goal? A mere backwater, not long recovered from civil war. So desperate are they that they turn to exiles and rats and ragged old bones to lead their defense. It will not hold. We are the brutal fist and cunning blade of the mighty Mogrek! Nothing shall stand in our way. Waaagh!!!”
Crowd has taken up the bellow. Deafening. Ears will be ringing for a while. Did mask’s eye just move?
“Ah, it appears we have a visitor. Why don’t you come forward and join us?”
He's looking directly at me. I must retreat. If this reaches you lord Dariel I am s
The text becomes illegible after this point, anything more completely obscured by blood.