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Mad Mike

Another comment formerly deleted on GoogleTube. Grandpa Morty. Here's another original being within Warhammer that I've never before caught a hint of. Either in Bretonnia, or anywhere else in the human nations. A grotesquely, gruesomely fascinating persona, nonetheless. A morbid version of David Bowie's Goblin King in Jim Henson's Labyrinth, as I see the Muppet faces of that fantasy film's characters in my mental imagery of these crowding herd of desolate Mousillon peasants. Or, as Charlie Murphy's pimp daddy put it, looking “...bombed out and depleted.” Mortis is like some sort of human only partially cursed by the winds of Dar rather than of Chaos towards transformation into a ghoul, or ghoul-like thing. It's no wonder that Chlod originated from here, of all possible, despicable Bretonnian places. His pet rat, narratively long-since having departed this series, came from and then lived in his presence a less miserable existence than he has. Well-voiced ghastly Grandfather, GDN. Windy and wispy vocals, like a dusty mummy who had been buried alive. He seems a lot older than ninety years and counting. And just who/what is these degenerate denizens' “ancient protector lord”, now captive of Merovech? Maybe this short story whips out such an answer during its coming climax – maybe not. Either way, GDN, very many thanks go to you for another Sunday's set of novella Narrations. It's great to get this personal tour through Mousillon! From very far away. In anticipation of your continuance, be well and have a healthy and awesome week's ending.

GrimDark Narrator

Thank you. Sometimes I get the feeling that Chlod almost came out of a different story altogether. Especially since it takes more than half the entire omnibus of these books for him to actually become Calard's servant.