Before the Great War, Praag's Street of Shifting Signs was home to grocers who scrawled their wares and prices on the slate in chalk every morning. On the other side of the wall was the home of a mad old seer who kept vast diaries of what he claimed were visions of the future. True or not, in the fires of Chaos, one place leaked into another, and now, every morning, the slate signs write their own messages. Mostly, these are nonsensical random combinations, but many believe the words can and do tell the future, if one knows how to read them.[1a]


  • 1: Warhammer Fantasy RPG 2nd ED -- Realm of the Ice Queen
    • 1a: pg. 73

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