- "Phaw. That weren’t so tough. Wake me when we find something worthy of my axe."
- —Matademonios anónimo
En cada generación hay uno o dos Matadores que no hallan la muerte que ansían. En cada oportunidad el destino les traiciona, o tal vez les hace continuar, y con el paso de los años, se vuelven más y más feroces, decididos a encontrar la orgullosa muerte que les aguarda.
Cuando ni los Trolls ni los Gigantes ni los Dragones logran acabar con un Matador, este pasa a cazar a los enemigos más poderosos de todos: los Demonios del Caos. Los Matademonios son individuos terroríficos. En el mejor de los casos apenas conservan su cordura, y la vergüenza de su continua supervivencia pesa siempre sobre su conciencia. Aun así, se cuentan entre los mayores guerreros que jamás han existido en el Viejo Mundo.
A Slayer Finally Meets his DoomEditar
When a daemon slayer finally meets his doom, his surviving companions should decide how to honour him. It would certainly be remiss of them not to contact the dwarf’s family and old associates to tell them of the manner of his passing.
Such a journey could be perilous in itself, as the dwarf holds lie in remote mountainsides. The reception may not be a warm one either, and if the news is not good (for example the slayer may have died in a dishonourable manner – by accident or in combat with an unworthy foe) the dwarfs might hold it against the messenger.
Notable Figure: Falki RingulssonEditar
Falki Ringulsson was a young apprentice stonemason of Karak Hirn. His master, Gotri, allowed Falki to oversee the completion of a joist they erected in a feasting hall. Five months later, during raucous celebrations, part of the roof gave way and crushed the revellers underneath.
It seemed his joist had proved the weak point and Falki blamed himself. Gotri tried to console his apprentice, explaining that accidents happen, but Falki fell into a deep depression and took no solace from anyone’s sympathy. After months of his apprentice’s moping Gotri suggested making atonement might ease his apprentice’s conscience. He didn’t mention any particular penance, but everyone knew what was implied. Falki shaved the sides of his head, dyed his hair a bright orange, and swore the slayer oath. He travelled to exotic locales, met wondrous beasts, and slew them.
Seventeen years later, few dwarfs from Karak Hirn would recognise the now mighty Falki Ringulsson. He has faced down some of the most dreadful opponents the Old World has to offer and has earned the title of daemon slayer. However, a secret bitterness lurks in Falkri’s heart. No longer a callow youth, he now considers Gotri responsible for the accident that led to his shame, reasoning that the master mason convinced him to take the oath to focus blame on Falki. If the mason had taken his responsibilities seriously he would have checked that his apprentice’s work was sound. Falki wants one last meeting with Gottri before meeting his doom.
- Warhammer Fantasy JdR: Career Compendium (2ª Ed. Rol).