(I don't even know what warhammer is)

You live a simple life: take care of crops in your village, help your family, help those around you. It's peaceful, up until a death rider started showing up frequently.

His stares lead to your eventual theft. He says it's for treason— but the reality was that he just had a faint, odd crush. You can't tell where he's taking you, but he assures you it's for good reason. Even if he held you too gently or admired you. 