probably caused by this infernal fare they pass for food." - Leopold Riogillo, Merchant Prince of Magritta. It’s odd though, I’ve been experiencing stomach distress. Thankfully, I ended their service when we returned to town. Weeks later, I learned that these creatures are something akin to holy spirits to the natives, and that if we injured any, we should be on the lookout for an attack. After, I flogged our guides, remonstrating them for their cowardice, as any master should. Luckily, through my own skill with the sword and the pistol-fire from my companions, we beat back the rude host, sending them scurrying into the woods. Stranger still, while we fought for our lives, our native guides just dropped prostrate to the ground, ignoring our cries for help, unmindful of the beasts as they tore through us and our guides alike.
They had the heads of great cats - larger versions than the ones stalking the night streets of our grand Empire - mounted on a naked Human body. I believe they are somehow related to our own Beastmen, as they combined the features and form of both Man and beast.
Anyway, while in Ind, my company had the misfortune of being attacked by an odd race of creatures.
It takes my breath away just thinking about it. What wonders I’ve seen! Fabulous temples, great white beasts with trunks and tusks, and that walk on four legs, birds of every colour, and the cuisine. Ogres, Skaven, Beastmen " While travelling to the lands of distant Cathay, I first passed through the strange land of Ind.
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