Originally posted 30 June 2018
Werner here, I want to say my piece on what happened today. Harbull is writing. After defeating the Valentina guards, we moved towards their main hideout. They were quickly trying to pack up their things and escape. They assumed we were members and directed the boatman and I to help. We soon were able to leave to a nearby door and met with the tall and scarred bodyguard of the boss. He told us to leave but seemed disturbed when talking about his boss, so we poked him about it and one bribe later got access to the boss' office.
Bloody stains were on the floor towards the bookshelf, foot prints. I was perplexed by this but Wanda figured it out right away: it was a secret door through the bookshelf. Surprised but proud of our discovery, I stepped forward and lead the way through shit-smelling sewer tunnels. Disgusting rats, a horde of the bastards, emerged from a recess in the tunnels. We were assaulted by hundreds of dire bites but with a line of burning books provided by the boatman, Harbull's excellent slinging and my ferocious sword swings we prevailed and passed this foul gathering of vermin.
We found a mine cart on tracks with a severed head and corpse clad in black. Upon this corpse we found weapons, some wealth and most importantly the gem! I gasped and refused to touch the damn thing, letting Wanda scoop it up with a sling and placing it within the magic box. We rode further into the tunnels in the mine cart but realized there seemed to be no way to stop! We heroically leapt from our would-be wheel-tomb and barely survived. This brought us closer to the jetty that would help us escape, but also new problems.
Not the Hyderman gang as I expected, oh no, they were on edge but not hostile to us. They spoke of weird chanting and Chaos shit from the jetty area and they hid behind barricades and waited for the cultists. I was going to laugh, just another gathering of vermin for us to defeat, until I saw what emerged from the jetty entrance. A THING of scales and slime, slithering at the speed of a man and leaving a trail, with horrible little eyes on stalks like a terrible snail from HELL! We fired arrows at it but fear caused our aims to not strike true. Our brave halfling, blessed by Sigmar, came up with a plan and with Wanda's help set it on fire. I was inspired and shot it straight in its ugly face. The boatman even nearly shot himself in the foot but luck saved him and shot the creature instead. Eventually the wounds and the fire sparked by Harbull finished it off. The cultists ran to the jetty, but I leapt over the barricade, kicked the nearest cultist down to the ground and used him like a sled in Kislev over the trail of acidic slime towards the jetty. It was too late, however, the cult had escaped along with their pale sorcerer master.
I finished off the barely alive heretic by beheading him. Something felt, ah, wrong about it and I still have this cold feeling that I cannot explain but it troubles my head... Ah, but at least the money was good and hopefully the taverns will be open. Drinks are on me!
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