Chaos Never Sleeps

Today is Nachexen 13, Bezahltag; I sit here in the ThreeFeathers Inn in the old capitol Nuln.  Morrsleib, the greater of our moons rides high tonight and is unnaturally bloated, casting odd shadows about my room as I write.  It is fitting that it is the lord of death Morr’s moon that shines upon me, for tonight I shall pass through his gate into the realm of the dead.  I know that in the course of my work, cleansing our Empire of the taint of Chaos, I have been touched by the foul hand of the Lord of Decay, the Great Unclean One, the Carrion Crow, and Hungry Earth, the dark god of pestilence and disease, Nurgle.