16.2 Chaos Spares the Used

SESSION DATE: February 07, 2026
PRESENT: Rory, Kemurial, Zhanis, Freya

Deep Dive

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Adventure Photos

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Adventure Song & Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
The arrow flew on feathered wings across the northern wall,
To meet the eyes of darkling kings and watch the shadows fall.
Matto watched with narrowed eyes and spun a tangled thread,
Of whispered paths and ancient lies and messages we sped.
The acolyte has turned away to let the judgment bloom,
While in the market, cold and gray, we walked into our doom.

[Chorus]
The cold has changed, the Bear awakes, the fire begins to rise,
Beneath the weight of our mistakes and judgment’s heavy eyes.
Don't tell me survival is a sign of grace produced,
For the Architect has a grand design, and Chaos Spares the Used.

[Verse 2]
The market stalls were filled with men who wore a merchant’s skin,
But shadows stirred within the den to let the strike begin.
Steve McQueen and his chosen few, they sought to force the path,
But Rory’s rage was deep and true, a storm of holy wrath.
Through Lightning Bolts and Eldritch fire, the invisible was shown,
Until the cowards in the mire were scattered and alone.

[Chorus]
The cold has changed, the Bear awakes, the fire begins to rise,
Beneath the weight of our mistakes and judgment’s heavy eyes.
Don't tell me survival is a sign of grace produced,
For the Architect has a grand design, and Chaos Spares the Used.

[Verse 3]
The Temple doors are opened wide, a vault of stone and fear,
With nowhere left for us to hide while reckoning is near.
Max and Felix join the line, with Gotrek’s dwarven pride,
And Ulrika’s noble blood divine is standing by our side.
Eldrick speaks from the highest stair, beside the golem’s frame,
With the weight of every winter prayer and the pressure of his name.

[Bridge]
The black cat watches from the height, a familiar in the gloom,
As the Inquisitor brings the light to search the crowded room.
"Chaos comes as comfort," he says with a voice of stone,
"It comes to walk the easy ways where the seeds of doubt are sown."
The statues breathe in cursed Praag, the cold is turning black,
While we’re lost within the winter fog with no way to turn back.

[Verse 4]
Ursun knows when the winter turns, and Tor provides the spark,
Dazh provides the flame that burns the whispers in the dark.
We stand within the circle now, where fair trials never go,
To the iron law we’re forced to bow while the tides of treason flow.
"Chaos spares those it intends to use," the warning rings so clear,
For the only thing we have to lose is the life we held so dear.

[Chorus]
The cold has changed, the Bear awakes, the fire begins to rise,
Beneath the weight of our mistakes and judgment’s heavy eyes.
Don't tell me survival is a sign of grace produced,
For the Architect has a grand design, and Chaos Spares the Used.

[Coda]
The Bear endures the cold,
The stories must be told.
The used are bought and sold.

World Anvil Journal

sooo… we wewen’t thupothe to weave the thity but we wint to the waww anyway. i thhot the midnight wettew into the chaoth tentth with my awwow. a thkawy acowyte man thaid it wooked bad that we wewe thpeakin to the enemy. i thaid he wath wong becuth he dont know the whowe thtowy. then the bad cat fowwowed uth to the mawket. kimiweel thaid the cat ith majik.

then thum mean men thowrounded uth in the mawket! they looked wike mawket peopow but they wewe bad fytewth. it wath a big big fyt! theve mcqueen gwappowed me an knocked me pwone but i hit him back vewy hawd. i wajed an i thmited him thow hawd he died. i am vewy thtwong. fweya wath invithibow an thhe thhot wightnin bowtth at evwyone. kimiweel made them aww vewy thkaweed with a feaw thpeww an they aww wunned away. i wint ha thpeed with a pothion an i caught them aww. i hit robert vaughn thow hawd he wath thtunned. then they thowwendewed to uth.

but then the bad acowyte man matto came back with gawdth. he thaid we wewe hurtin hewpweth peopow! zanuth made a zone of twuth to thhow we wewe good but they wewe thtiww mean. they thaid we have to meet the high inquithitow wady in the tempow wight now. we waited fow our fwiendth makth an gortek an fewikth an ulwika to come hewp uth. gortek wath vewy angwy that anyone thought he wath with chaoth.

the tempow ith HUGE. ewdwik the high inquithitow wath thewe with hith thimowacwum an thwee big thtone monthtewth cawwed gowemth. the bad cat wath thewe too! ewdwik thaid a big thpeetch about the beaw god uwthun an how chaoth thpaweth peopow it wantth to uthe. he looked at uth wike he thinkth we awe bad. it fewt vewy thkawy an the pweththuew wath big. i hope we dont get executed in a puppet thhow. i need a WONG WEHTHT.

pweethe dwaugnir keep uth thaf fwom the gowemth an the thkawy inquithitow man an hewp uth find the keyth. pweethe hewp me find my mommy an my dady.

Private Notes

Children of Kislev…

You were not called here because you are strong. You were called because you are still standing.

Look around you. This city still draws breath. Its hearths still burn. Its walls have not fallen... yet. And do you know why?

Not because Chaos has grown weak. But because we have not grown soft.

Chaos does not always come as an army. It comes as comfort. As coincidence. As men who walk away untouched while others are taken.

It comes whispering: Surely this was chance. Surely this time means nothing.

Ursun teaches us otherwise.

The Bear endures winter not by closing his eyes... but by knowing when the cold has changed.

I tell you now: the cold has changed.

You have felt it. In the prayers that ring hollow. In the streets where laughter fades too quickly. In the way wickedness survives while the faithful are buried.

Do not tell me this is nothing. Nothing does not leave marks.

Tor does not strike blindly. When thunder rolls again and again over the same ground, it is not accident... it is warning.

And Dazh… Dazh does not ask what the flame will consume. Only whether the fire is needed.

We are not here to panic. We are not here to rage. We are here to stand watch while others sleep.

To question what others accept. To endure the hatred of the comfortable. To be called cruel so that Kislev may be called alive.

Some will curse us. Some will plead. Some will insist that survival proves innocence.

Remember this: Chaos spares those it intends to use.

That's it for this session!

Adventure Loot

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Platinum Gold Silver Copper

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