Martin has been uncharacteristically…not cautious since we got to Castle von Wittgenstein. That lead-lined box with the moon rock in it was awfully heavy to try to lift back out of the hole, so Martin picked up just the rock in his hands! Well, the guy morphed into all forms of freaky before putting the rock back. Now he’s stuck with a perpetual thumb halo around his scalp. I think from now on, Goblins are going to be afraid of Martin.
These tunnels we were in started shaking. Then we heard explosions. Or was it the other way around? Either way it was freaky, and we needed to leave. We shut the rock back in the box and hauled the box out of the hole with rope. Well, I tried to help, but the ceiling was falling down on my head, and I chose survival instead. But Larry and Gottlieb got the box out. They went out a different route than us, but they got the box out.
Underground, we found the boat. Those backwoods simpletons had repainted our boat and renamed it “The Countess Wittgenstein.” I don’t think I’ve been so mad at anyone since this whole series of events began.
We reconnected with Larry and Gottlieb in time to hide the box in the river and pilot the ship around to the town’s pier. The boat was damaged in the destruction of the castle, but we were able to patch it up well enough to get us to Kemperbad. There, we’ve been hired to guard a caravan heading to Middenheim. Which is fortuitous, as our boat caught fire in a businessman’s dock in Kemperbad, and it’s going to take a while for it to be repaired. We may as well have it repainted while we’re gone.
After a long time of river travel, I have to get used to riding a horse or driving a cart again. On the other hand, I’ve only heard grand tales of Middenheim. It will be nice to get back to a proper city again. Sigmar is out, and Ulric is in!