The Goblin looked ready to bolt in an instant. Surrounded by fallen comrads, it ran for the door as clem sheathed his sword. Clem chuckled wyrly as the goblin sprinted down the hall and turned around to face the riddle on the wall once more. "What gets wetter as it drys....?" he muttered to himself as his elven comrad apeared beside him "A flame?" suggested the elf. Clem shook his head and struggled to hold a snarl of frustation from his lips. sweat dripped down his forehead so he pulled a small towel from his side pouch. Suddenly the ground began to shake and the wall on which the riddle was inscribed shattered like glass. "A Towel! A Towel gets wetter as it drys!" exclaimed the elf rushing into the opening "Treasure here i co-....-" his words were cut off by a deafening roar as the the elf became living torch and colapsed to the ground. Clem drew his sword. He'd always wondered why this place was called 'Dragons Cave'.

Clems adventures are just one of many begginings in the vast Warhammer world. There are two parts in this section. The player tips section is a place where a semi-expirienced roleplayer can recive tips and advice on how to make the game more fun and interesting. Then there's the begginers section where a complete newbie can find out what warhammer is and some of the basic rules.

"What is a game without the players?"