After the slaughter at Skaalgrad, General Horstmann was taken before the Grand Council of Enquiry in Talabheim. He was unrepentant, despite losing the field and over half of his men to the foul Norscans. When asked what had precipitated his downfall, his answer was simple. Division in the ranks. He seemed to think that no further explanation was required.
— Record of the trial and execution of Alberich Horstmann Talabecland State Archives
If you build walls under the castle to keep out the mines; and walls above the castle to keep out the giants and flying creatures, then you might have a safe castle. Exept for Magic. And running out of food.
Walls can't dodge!
— Siege Engineer Uwe Diamondscar at the siege of the goblin fort of Three Pikes
He'd have to be one hell of a shot to get me from -
— Last words of Duke Reinhand of Carroburg
What I like best about a siege is that there is nowhere for them to run...
— Witch-hunter Zacharia Schmundt
No Rest until the Blood of Greenskins flows like Dark Ale upon the Earth!
— Josef Bugman
Not that I have anything against senseless violence, manling, but why exactly are you strangling that old man?
— Gotrek Gurnisson, Trollslayer
Labouring hard with a shovel in the darkness, stoking a massive boiler and bathing in the heat. Life on board an Ironclad, eh? Just like being at home.
— "One-eye" Morgim, Sea Engineer aboard the Legend of Grimnir
We sons of Grungni may have drunk deep from the bitter waters of misfortune, but we yet survive. Whilst a single Dwarf draws breath, we will fight the evils that assail us, and we will never, ever give up.
— Hengist Stonebelly, Dwarf Longbeard
Manling coins are like their words: never trust them. Use your weighing scales and keep your axe handy!
— Dwarf saying
There is nothing as sure in the world as the glitter of gold and the treachery of Elves.
— Old Dwarf saying
Revere the ancestors, obey your king, bear your arms with pride, fear no foe, hate the Greenskin, mistrust the Elf, and you can do no wrong.
— Old Dwarf saying
I call you out, Magnus, son of Megnin, son of Murbad! Gather your armies if you can, for your head is mine to hew from its neck, just as your grandsire took my father's hand a century hench today!
— Thrundil Barrelbeard, settling an old debt
When I were but a lad, my father, the King, taught me three things: Never accept a gift from an Elf, never trust gold that glistens in the darkness, never forget a grudge. On his deathbed I swore to uphold those values to me own dying day, and Grungni willing, I will.
— King Alrik Ranulfsson of Karak Hirn
KILL FOR KHORNE!! KILL FOR KHORNE!! KILL FOR KHORNE!!
— Scyla Anfingrimm, Chaos Spawn of Khorne
Tendril, pinion, snapping claw, bladed limb and drooling maw...
— The Ulfwerecant
Service to the old gods does not end in death.
— Varag Skulltaker, Norse Champion of Khorne
Let them come. I tire of killing women and old men.
— Cormac Bloodaxe, Norse Champion of Khorne
From the harsh snowlands they come, blond of hair and blue of eye, and tattooed upon the arms and face and chest. Their eyes are mad with bloodlust, for blood they thirst, driven forth on the whims of the gods they seek to appease. Clad in few garments and wielding clumsy and brutal axes and maces, they rage against the civilized lands of the south, burning, pillaging, looting all before them to offer up as sacrifice to their uncaring masters beyond the gates of hell in the Northern Wastes.
— The Liber Chaotica, Volume the First: Khorne on the brutal Norscans
One way or another child, Chaos will open your eyes. This I promise you.
— Chaos Knight
Then I pity you and all the world. For amongst all the races of Men, the Gods favour we Norse alone.
— Norse Marauder, speaking to an Imperial
Call us savages because we strike at you. But know this — it is we who are the closest to the Ruinous Powers. We most favoured of the gods shall raid your lands, revel in your suffering and destroy you. Despair! For all that remains for you is the taste of northern steel and the end of your world. Such is the will of the gods.
— Hallbjorn, Norse Marauder
Face me if you dare, stunted whelp, or do you lack even an Elven maid's courage? I thought the Sons of Grungni were great warriors, but perhaps you are no true Dwarf. Indeed, maybe you are instead some breed of bearded goblin, though in truth, I have seen a finer beard on a Troll's back-side.
— Wulfrik World-Walker, Chaos Champion of Norsca, to the Dwarf King Thurbad Stonebeard
"Khorne!" they roared, invoking the sacred battle-name of Kharnath the Blood God, Lord of Battles. "Khorne!" they howled until it seemed the walls must fall from the violence of their voices alone. "Khorne!" they shrieked as they gnashed their teeth and bit their shields.
— Norse Berserkers at the Siege of Wisborg
And then those sails appeared on the horizon. White, but dripping with the bloody symbols of their foul gods. And then came the black wood of the boats, dragged through the froth by tireless, muscled arms pulling on a hundred oars. I rang the warning bell from my lookout and me lads formed up, each one sweating at the arrival of these beasts. The crossbowmen loosed bolt after bolt, and many fell, but still the howling fiends ran up the beaches with no care for armour or shields. They looked like rabble, but fought like daemons, crashing through our lines, butchering men left and right, clubbing limbs into gore and hacking heads from bodies like they were attached with butter. I'll never forget that morning...
— Ostlander Sergeant's account of a Norscan raid
Yes-yes Warlord Krizk- for a treaty-pledge of just 200 Slaves, 12 claws of warptokens, a Breeder and certain alliances and pledges, one of our very-very finest Clan Moulder Rat Ogres can be yours...
— Clan Moulder Haggle-master