Many things were collected from the crypt of the Garden of Morr. Zarkon was able to sense the presence of magick from Lothar’s headstone. He didn’t even need to touch the item to see the barely-contained energy in the stone. From there on out, he had no trouble identifying magical items. Caius placed Lothar’s armor in a pile near the stairway. That’s also where the heavy headstone went once Zarkon had a look at it. Caius slid Lothar’s sword (which…
The Bawdy Countess II (how about the Two Bawdy Countesses?) sailed into port near Talabheim. Word on the street spoke of border skirmishes ahead. A storm gathered in the air and amongst the people. We bought some raincoats. Also, the rain is bad for armor. That has become a chore. Further upriver, we found a mutant adolescent tied to a tree. Gottlieb hunted his abuser. I cut the young mutant’s bonds. The lines between good and chaos grow dim with…
In Regensdorf, the burgomeister’s gate is open. The front door opens for us. There’s a butler standing patiently in the doorway. His Lord, our whole purpose for being there, was not at home. The butler had no food to share with us, we were quite late for dinner after all, and he expected to die just from talking to us. He did tell us the Lord had left quite a few days ago, taking 8 sets of plate armor, a…
A Time to Mourn After establishing that Morr was Hektor’s god of choice, the party set out across the Field of Verena toward the Garden of Morr. Garden, Temple, Cemetery…all the terms are interchangeable when it comes to the god of death. The rain had picked back up, after the previous day’s temporary lull. Lightning struck the far side of town, near the Lord Dorian Inn. It didn’t take long for Zarkon and Hektor to realize the party was being…
OK, you know what you can’t sell in Altdorf? An ultra-valuable, completely unique, well-known diamond. I know I’m from Nuln, but I’ve been a bawd, and I’ve been a fence, but I can’t sell a diamond in Altdorf. Go figure. We’ll work with the Family in Kemperbad. But while I’m in Altdorf, I guess I’ll make a few more connections. You know what I can buy in Altdorf? A light warhorse, wankers! Graf Todbringer might have just given us fancy…
There was no right answer, so we all decided to head through the flames and up the trap door. The bloody room was chock full of bandits. It was a room with cells on one wall, a door on another way, and a table in the middle. I dove under the table. Karl needed some help, but he dove under the table, too. Then the silly kid lifted the table from over us and used it to block the door….
The head of the watch met the party as they returned through the east gate to Stormdorf. The man had a thin, humorless face and a long-waxed moustache. A black leather eyepatch covered his right eye. His good eye had a piercing stare. He wore a black wide brimmed flat hat set at a rakish angle, and he wore a breastplate over black jerkin. His jerkin and his close-fitting hose were both fashionably slashed. His left arm ended in a…
Now, things don’t usually get worse than two bombs going off in your hotel room while you sleep, but you just hold on for a few minutes. On our third outing to find the Black Arrow’s hideout, Gottlieb leads us to the village of Grusligdorf. Inside what passes for a tavern, we find 3 Templars of Sigmar. We just happen to be down 3 horses, but we managed to keep from being all bloodthirsty toward fellow Knights. The tavern at…
We’ve been seeing these wanted posters for someone named The Black Arrow. Whoever Count Amadeus von Drakenberg is, the guy really has it out for the Arrow. We arrived in Swartzmarkt in the afternoon. We decided to take our chances at a place called the Crossed Lances. Inside, a roadwarden told us that the Arrow worked south of here. The Arrow preyed on minor nobles, usually, not merchants. We also heard that there was a boar problem around these parts,…
To The Farm! Something was burning in the distance. Thunder crashed, and lightning struck the temple of Sigmar behind the party. The tracks toward the farm were deep mud. There was no way Kraft could get her cart out to the farm. She stayed behind while the others went to investigate. Rain continued to pour off their wide-brimmed hats and well-used ponchos. It seemed the rain hadn’t stopped this farm from burning to the ground. Every building had been set…