Not even sure that this is the right category, but would it be possible to get a transcript of the pages in Warrior Priest’s book? The texture quality seems to be high enough, but the font makes it hard to read.
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Based on the first page, it looks like the text was taken from The Life of Sigmar, even the images are the same (p.10, p.34, p.89)
chapters:
- The Birth of Sigmar
- Sigmar and King Ironbeard
- Sigmar leaves his Empire
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WP book text:
I took this post and fixed most of the typos
The Birth of Sigmar (p.10)
In which the babe Sigmar’s head was wetted with the blood of many orcs and a twin-tailed comet was seen in the skies.
It came to pass that King Björn, chief of the Unberogen tribe, being a man of considerable virility and passion, begat a child with his comely wife Griselda, soon after they were joined in marriage. As the people prayed and made sacrifices to the gods for healthy offspring to be born unto them, Griselda’s belly grew round with new life. Oft she would walk in the village and talk to her subjects — for she was a compassionate woman and much loved — and she was grateful for the blessings that were heaped upon her, be they gifts of food or cloth or just a kind word and a promise to offer a prayer to merciful Shallya.
King Björn ordered feasts to be held in honour of his wife and coming child and there was much merrymaking, but he was scrupulous in his dealings with the gods, offering sacrifices upon their altars. All the folk were mindful that a child was essential to ensure the continuation of their king’s lineage; a man who could not produce offspring was considered weak and not fit to be chief.
Weeks passed and excitement grew. The wise men of the village did gather together to discuss at length the signs and portents they had witnessed.
‘On Sun Still day,’ said one, ‘I heard the cockerel crow three times as the sun left the horizon and it rained before noon.’ This elicited nods of approval for that was a good sign.
‘Yesterday morn,’ said one, ‘I saw a crow land on a branch, hop from one foot to the other, then fly off towards the east. That is a good omen.’ All those gathered concurred with this.
‘Indeed,’ said another. ‘I myself saw, on the first day of this month, a cuckoo push an egg from a nest and watch it fall to the ground. But it did not break and when I went there the next day, the egg had hatched and the chick had gone.’
This elicited gasps of astonishment, because that was a splendid sign.
Yet another man said: ‘On the night of the blessed conception, when our chieftain’s sap did rise and his lady’s womanhood reach fruition, I saw no less than three stars streak across the night sky over their hall.’
If any gathered there wondered what this man was doing near the chieftain’s bedchamber at that time of night, none gave voice to it.
Another man stepped forward and the others groaned, for he was known not (only for his garrulousness and panegyric speech, but also for his habit of embellishing the truth with fancy. It was an agreed notion that King Björn only kept his counsel because his tall stories and magniloquent oratory amused him so much.)
Sigmar and King Ironbeard (p.35)
In which Sigmar rescues King Ironbeard of Karaz-a-Karak from the orcs and receives Ghal Maraz, as a token of gratitude.
In his Great Hall, King Sigmar took a long drink of ale. Grass had been growing over his father’s burial mound for three years, and the Unberogen folk had taken Sigmar into their hearts as chief. King Björn had been gloriously slain fighting with the Taleutens against a Northmen invasion of their provinces. Björn had charged the enemy warlord alone and struck off his head, but had then been cut down by the vengeful barbarians. Sigmar looked at the tapestry depicting his beloved father’s death that hung over the fireplace and raised a silent toast.
‘What other business is there?’ he asked.
‘A little more, my lord.’ Eoforth, his most trusted adviser said. ‘You have passed judgement on the matters pertaining to law, and justice will be meted out according to your wishes. The tithes have been taken and rounded and have for the most part been met. The grain stores are full…’
(same part repeats once again, idk why)
Sigmar sighed. How he longed for action. Matters of state were important, of course, but he would much rather roam free with a company of men under his banner, seeking adventure and glory. His thoughts were interrupted as the doors were thrown open with a crash. Two foresters staggered in bearing a slumped figure between them.
Sigmar leaves his Empire (p.87)
In which the greatest man who ever lived looks once more at his land and then departs to join the pantheon of the gods.
There comes a time when every man’s tale must end. So let us end this book with the last story of them all. It is the simplest of His deeds and yet the most mysterious. It is the tale of when Sigmar left us, in order that He may return again, when our need is greatest. No one can say how Sigmar chose His time to leave, for although He was an old man. His years and trials had not robbed Him of His strength or vigour.
On this fateful day He took up Ghal Maraz and walked out of the Great Hall. He passed Wolfgart and His chosen bodyguard who were roaring with laughter at some jest or remembrance of times past. He strode down the path towards the market square where folk haggled and bartered with loud voices and much good humour. He passed them, smelling roasting meat and hearing the merrymaking of children playing in the gutters, as He had done in His youth so many years before. Down the streets He walked, where men sat and gambled or sparred with one another and womenfolk talked with babies on their hips or prepared food for the next meal, or, having already cooked it, or broth and beans out of earthenware pipkin balanced on their knees. Girls sat in groups, busy over fine embroidery. Sigmar saw life carry on in all its vibrancy as He walked by, unnoticed by all.
Out through the iron bound gate He walked and down the well-worn track. Carts rumbled past bringing trade and wealth into the town. On either side the fields were tended by men and women, sowing seeds from baskets hung around their necks. Children ran behind them, beating drums and yelling to frighten off the greedy crows the circled overhead. He saw sheep and goats grazing peacefully, overlooked by shepherds.
Then into the forest He plunged, journeying eastwards towards the mountains. He passed foresters as they cleared the track of fallen branches and laid traps for game. They carried hunting bows and axes and were accompanied by slavering hounds. But the beasts picked up no scent and Sigmar blessed them silently as He passed.
When He emerged from the forest onto the eastward plain He was no longer alone. To His left trotted a wild, gray-headed wolf, and to His right there was a giant boar with black tusks. As He set off up the hillside they followed at His heels faithfully: the wolf with his wildness and courage, the boar with his (wits and tenacity.)
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If this is true…aweseome attention to detail by Fat Shark to make it thus and not just some unreadable font on a few pages to make it easier.
And thanks to @Vladm0z for the work to bring this to light
Its very immersive to know this