Enemy in Shadows - Warhammer Fantasy (Inactive)

Game Master Aubster

”...and that will stop the bleeding. Nothing life threatening, lad. Yer bloody well lucky ye are. It’s a miracle that it didn’t cause any more damage. Must be fated for something better, eh?” He said as finished cleaning and bandaging the wounds. ”Would take a good week or so to rest though, ye’ll be right sore in the morning.”

"Ow!....Ouch!!....Do you mind....Ow!! can be heard from Ruprecht as he suffers under the tender ministration of his dwarven nurse. Then , all bound up , he moves about stiffly, then acknowledges the dwarf's efforts, "Thank you, Valghaz....lucky indeed, if those horns had hit...I'd me having lunch with Old Morr , I think!"

He then looks down at the ruin of the summoning circle, opining, "I think that should be ever encounter such an artifact in the future, it's destruction should be our first priority!"

Do the Thorns want to take anything from the room or search the cabinet or just head back to the surface?

Landolf stoops down to look at the handkerchief on the ground. "Everywhere we go, someone seems to be involving themselves in the Ruinous Powers."

I'm not thinking of anyone we've come across with FS for initials. Hopefully it isn't something that should be obvious to us.

"It's possible this creature is what attacked the soldiers outside of Lock, Stock & Barl. If there's a connection between the two though, I can't see what it could be."

"Or it's just further proof of how fooked up our world is." Valghaz said. "Can't say that I want to get any authorities involved. It never seems to go well for us. Any side of the gobbo? That's what we were paid to come down here for, aye?"

Ruprecht leans down and picks up the three-socketed pelvis, "I think this maybe all that remains of our quarry...."

His eyes then turn to the iron cabinet, "I wonder if anything inside will make what we just went through worth it..." he says wearily.

Landolf stoops down to look at the handkerchief on the ground. "Everywhere we go, someone seems to be involving themselves in the Ruinous Powers."

I'm not thinking of anyone we've come across with FS for initials. Hopefully it isn't something that should be obvious to us.

"It's possible this creature is what attacked the soldiers outside of Lock, Stock & Barl. If there's a connection between the two though, I can't see what it could be."

F.S. is not someone you would know yet.

Ruprecht leans down and picks up the three-socketed pelvis, "I think this maybe all that remains of our quarry...."

His eyes then turn to the iron cabinet, "I wonder if anything inside will make what we just went through worth it..." he says wearily.

The three socketed pelvis is all that’s left of the goblin

Carefully opening the cabinet you find only a single piece of paper. Even as you look at the paper the letters seem to move about forming and unforming strange words.

Markus pales as he looks over the piece of paper. ”This is a spell, a most foul spell that would be used to summon a daemon. It requires a blood sacrifice and the bigger the sacrifice the larger the daemon that can be summoned.”

"Burn it." Valghaz immediately replied. "A'int nothing good that can come from letting something like that survive!"

I agree. No one should access to this heresy! Burn it, for the Empire's sake!

I agree. No one should access to this heresy! Burn it, for the Empire's sake!

With a whoosh the paper burns, not even leaving ash behind. There’s only the faint smell of corruption to mark that it was ever there at all.

Finding nothing else of interest in the heretic’s temple, the group retraces its steps back to your original entrance point into the sewers.

Do you bring Gottri’s remains with you?

Emerging from the foul sewers, you find that night has fallen in Bögenhafen. The hour is quite late and everything seems to be closed.

Where to now?

Ruprecht watches the paper burn with satisafction, wishing they could burn the whole room as completely.

He puts the goblin remains in his backpack, "Let's get back above ground, I need some fresh air to get this sewer and demon stink off of me..."

Once above ground, he take a deep lungful of , relatively, clean Bogenhafen air, then let's it out nice and slow. "I need a bath. We can return an fetch our reward for finding the goblin in the morning..."

I'm up for carrying Gottri's remains back with us, although Landolf probably looks to Valghaz for that. He's sure by now that he doesn't know what dwarven customs for caring for the dead would be.

"Even the Bogen would probably wash us off at this point. I doubt we'll be able to find a bath that will actually satisfy at this hour."

Valghaz sighed as he looked down at Gottri's remains. He *really* didn't want to have to manhandle those. The dwarf was everything he despised. He was an embarrassment to his clan and his ancestors! And yet, somehow, their paths had continually crossed. He thought to himself, what would Gazul say on this? And the answer was clear. With very substantial muttering he collected the remains.

Lore Dwarfs 37: 1d100 ⇒ 40
What does Valghaz know about how to handle a situation like this? Is it sufficient to bring the remains to the Temple of Morr, and trust that the remains are protected? Or does he need to ensure that Gottri receives a dwarven burial?

Lore Dwarfs: 1d100 ⇒ 26
What do expatriate dwarfs in towns like these do with their dead? Does Valghaz have any idea on that?

Ruprecht watches the paper burn with satisafction, wishing they could burn the whole room as completely.

He puts the goblin remains in his backpack, "Let's get back above ground, I need some fresh air to get this sewer and demon stink off of me..."

Once above ground, he take a deep lungful of , relatively, clean Bogenhafen air, then let's it out nice and slow. "I need a bath. We can return an fetch our reward for finding the goblin in the morning..."

Where do you want to go to take a bath? You have a room at the Journey’s End Inn or of course the Berebeli.

Valghaz sighed as he looked down at Gottri's remains. He *really* didn't want to have to manhandle those. The dwarf was everything he despised. He was an embarrassment to his clan and his ancestors! And yet, somehow, their paths had continually crossed. He thought to himself, what would Gazul say on this? And the answer was clear. With very substantial muttering he collected the remains.

[dice=Lore Dwarfs 37]1d100
What does Valghaz know about how to handle a situation like this? Is it sufficient to bring the remains to the Temple of Morr, and trust that the remains are protected? Or does he need to ensure that Gottri receives a dwarven burial?

[dice=Lore Dwarfs]1d100
What do expatriate dwarfs in towns like these do with their dead? Does Valghaz have any idea on that?

Valghaz knows that there’s a small Dwarven expat community in Bögenhafen so there’s at least one dwarf that acts as a priest for the community.

Here’s some background information about Bögenhafen: Bögenhafen is the largest town in the Vorbergland, the fertile strip of territory between the Reikwald Forest and the Grey Mountains. It is bustling and cosmopolitan, with as many merchants from Bretonnia, the Wasteland, Wissenland, Middenland and beyond as hailing from Reikland. Because of this, it is a hub of trade full to bursting with busy folk going about their business, working hard, hustling, seeking always to line their pockets and get ahead.
By day the streets are packed with teeming throngs of people: Humans, Dwarfs, Halflings, and even the occasional Elf or Ogre. During Schaffenfest the town grows busier, its population massively swollen by the influx of traders, speculators, and ne’er do-wells, all in search of a quick score or an easy mark. Seclusion is a precious rarity, reserved only for the town’s wealthiest denizens, safe in the luxurious placidity of the Adel Ring.

Teuerberg - A predominantly mercantile district, Teuerberg is the beating heart of Bögenhafen. While the physical goods traded may pass down the thoroughfares and river Bögen, it is here that their value is calculated and exchanged, and it is here that most of the town’s merchants have their own offices and private residences. Most of the high-class shops in Bögenhafen can be found here, too. The buildings are noticeably larger and better kept than those in either the Artisan’s Quarter or Bögenseite (and markedly superior to Altstadt and the Pit). Most of the inns are of above average quality, with prices to match. There is a dwarven owned tavern called the The Mother Load inside the Teuerberg district.

"I'm gonna have to take these remains for proper burial. Let's get to the surface, and I'll meet ye all back at the Berebeli." Valghaz said, as he wrapped up what was left of Gottri. In doing so, he looked around for whatever could be of use in carrying the remains...

Perception 30 to find something to carry the corpse in that wouldn't attract suspicion. If nothing is found, he will use his own bag and will have to buy a new one, and will use his cloak to carry the items which were in his bag. I can't imagine that carrying a mangled corpse around the good parts of town would be allowed: 1d100 ⇒ 57

The Thorns (minus Valghaz) make their way back to the docks and their little cabin on the Berebeli. A thoroughly inebriated Joseph is still awake when you return and he refuses to let you onto his clean barge until you’ve washed yourself and your clothes in the Bogen. He causes such a ruckus yelling about your disgusting smell trying to board his boat, that lights begin appearing on the nearby barges as folks come out to see what Joseph is going on about.

Mocking laughter is heard from the other barges as you clean yourself and your clothes the best you can. Rivermen call out helpful tidbits like, ”You’re supposed to bath in a tub and sh*t in the chamber pot. You all got it backwards,” and ”Been making extra money as human scrub brushes for the chamber pots?” The other comments are so lewd and insulting that they should never be uttered in the hearing of civilized folk. At some point you are deemed clean enough to board your barge and with a few more mocking laughs from the onlookers are finally able to reach your cabin and collapse into your bedding.

Landolf, is your servant going to help with the cleaning?

The following morning dawns dreary and overcast with intermittent rain showers that look likely to last throughout the day. It’s the last day of Schaffenfest but it appears that the weather will keep a lot of the crowd away.

Where to now? It may be a good idea for someone to list out what you’ve learned since you’ve been in Bogenhafen. It may help deciding the next things you want to do.

I owe Valghaz a response to his post above about his visit to the Mother Load but for now it’s a safe to assume that Valghaz has rejoined the group for today’s activities.

Yvonne helps Joseph escort the Thorns off the Berebeli, but helps to bring them water to wash up with elsewhere.

Assuming that you all decide to collect your reward first thing on the dreary day...

The Festival Court is in session this last day of the Schaffenfest. When you arrive at the Festival Court, you must wait for a boring hour as Magistrate Richter is presiding over a case involving two brawling labourers and is unable to see them.

When you are finally shown in to see Magistrate Richter to claim your reward an unpleasant surprise awaits. ”Reward? Nay gentlefolk you have earned no reward. The Goblin was crushed by falling crates in a warehouse on the Ostendamm about an hour after you entered the sewers” Richter offers his commiserations for your wasted time and effort.

Sorry, was a busy week...

Ruprecht hurriedly strips off his noisome clothes , leaving them on the shore and leaps into the river ignoring the catcalls and insults from the other rivermen. Then , his pale skin glowing , scrubs the offending smell from his clothes. Finally satisfied, he gathers up his scrubbed clothes and stomps onto the Berebeli.

Ruprecht blinks at the Magistrate's claim, "Strange that, since we followed the goblin's blood trail quite far into the sewers and found this..." he states loudly, tossing the goblin's three legged skeleton onto the table.

He is careful to avoid mentioning anything about the Demon that fought...

"I'm gonna have to take these remains for proper burial. Let's get to the surface, and I'll meet ye all back at the Berebeli." Valghaz said, as he wrapped up what was left of Gottri. In doing so, he looked around for whatever could be of use in carrying the remains...

dice=Perception 30 to find something to carry the corpse in that wouldn't attract suspicion. If nothing is found, he will use his own bag and will have to buy a new one, and will use his cloak to carry the items which were in his bag. I can't imagine that carrying a mangled corpse around the good parts of town would be allowed]1d100

** spoiler omitted **...

Cool Test for Barkeep: 1d100 ⇒ 66

The small crowd of graybeards that are still at the bar in the wee hours of the morning fall silent when Valghaz enters the tavern. The barkeep grabs a cudgel and storms out from behind the bar, face flushed red in anger at the sight and smell of the sewage covered Valghaz dripping gore and filth on to his clean floor. As Valghaz explains what happened he stops in his tracks and stares in astonishment at Valghaz. ”A kazakidum in Bogenhafen? A KAZAKIDIUM?!? Your words sound nonsensical but I can’t help but believing you.” That’s what happens when you roll an 08 on a Charm test

All of the dwarves gather around and stare at Gottri’s torn remains. ”Aye, that looks like the work of a daemon, it does,” one of the graybeards offers helpfully. ”Ach, this sounds like trouble it does,” adds another. The oldsters look at each other, Valghaz, the barkeep and the torn body and as one they turn and make for the door. Calling back to the barkeep, one of them bellows, ”we’ve some business in Altdorf that needs taken care of so we might as well get started on the trip right now. Best of luck to you.”

The proprietor suggests that Valghaz take the corpse to the Mourner’s Guild as they can prepare the body and hold it for the priest. Once the barkeep ushers Valghaz and his burden out the door, Valghaz hears multiple locks and bolts being worked.

Somewhat numbly Valghaz left the tavern. He was acutely aware of how bad he smelled, and the reaction of the longbeards had driven home how dangerous of a situation he had been in. Feeling somewhat lightheaded he followed the direction to the Mourner's Guild so that he could dispose of the body properly. Once honor was satisfied, he was more than ready to head back to the others and to quietly wash himself off and go to sleep. At the moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

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Present

Valghaz nodded at Ruprecht's actions, glad to see the man taking charge of the situation. He knew that he wouldn't have handled it nearly as well.

Sorry, was a busy week...

Ruprecht hurriedly strips off his noisome clothes , leaving them on the shore and leaps into the river ignoring the catcalls and insults from the other rivermen. Then , his pale skin glowing , scrubs the offending smell from his clothes. Finally satisfied, he gathers up his scrubbed clothes and stomps onto the Berebeli.

Ruprecht blinks at the Magistrate's claim, "Strange that, since we followed the goblin's blood trail quite far into the sewers and found this..." he states loudly, tossing the goblin's three legged skeleton onto the table.

He is careful to avoid mentioning anything about the Demon that fought...

Magistrate Richter looks at the skeleton with some interest but then shrugs his shoulders and reiterates that he has been informed that the missing goblin was killed in the warehouse. He’s happy to give you directions to the warehouse and will answer any other questions that you may have.

Ruprecht glances to the side and sees that steam had begun to emanate from Valghaz's ears. Raising a hand to his friend, to forstall the inevitable dwarven rage at the injustice, he asks the Magistrate, "Indeed, we would enjoy the opportunity to investigate. Those that notified you, did they swear to the truth of their statement before you , Eminence?"

Ruprecht waits for the Magistrate's answer, then something else occurs to him, "Oh, and by the way, did these individuals happen to claim the reward?"

Ruprecht glances to the side and sees that steam had begun to emanate from Valghaz's ears. Raising a hand to his friend, to forstall the inevitable dwarven rage at the injustice, he asks the Magistrate, "Indeed, we would enjoy the opportunity to investigate. Those that notified you, did they swear to the truth of their statement before you , Eminence?"

Ruprecht waits for the Magistrate's answer, then something else occurs to him, "Oh, and by the way, did these individuals happen to claim the reward?"

”Well no, not to me. It was all handled at town hall and I was simply notified of the resolution of the matter. You might inquire there.” The Magistrate pauses thinking, ”You really should speak with Doctor Malthusius if you believe that an error was made. After all the filthy creature belonged to him. He may be able to vouch for you.” The bailiff comes up to the Magistrate and says something in a quiet voice that you’re not able to overhear unless you have some talent to do so. Richter claps his hands together and explains he must get back to the court as cases are starting to pile-up.

Feel free to ask anything else you want, otherwise Richter gets back to work.

Ruprecht does have Beneath Notice , not sure it would apply here:
Tests: Stealth when in plain sight
The high and mighty pay no attention to your presence, knowing
you are well beneath their notice. Assuming you are properly
attired and not in an incongruous position, those of a higher
Status Tier will normally ignore you unless your presence
becomes inappropriate, which can make it very easy to listen into
conversations you perhaps shouldn’t. Further, characters with a
higher Status Tier than you gain no Advantage for striking or
wounding you in combat, as there is nothing to be gained for
defeating such a lowly cur.

Ruprecht does have Beneath Notice , not sure it would apply here:

Tests: Stealth when in plain sight
The high and mighty pay no attention to your presence, knowing
you are well beneath their notice. Assuming you are properly
attired and not in an incongruous position, those of a higher
Status Tier will normally ignore you unless your presence
becomes inappropriate, which can make it very easy to listen into
conversations you perhaps shouldn’t. Further, characters with a
higher Status Tier than you gain no Advantage for striking or
wounding you in combat, as there is nothing to be gained for
defeating such a lowly cur.

Since Ruprecht is actually in the middle of a conversation with the Magistrate it’d seem unlikely he’d be unnoticed but I guess it’s reasonable to think that the bailiff would ignore his presence so sure, Ruprecht overhears the following:

”Sir, a reminder that Councillor Teugen is expecting your report as soon as the Festival closes and there are still many cases to hear.”

Valghaz took off his candle-helmet and scratched his head. "Suppose we should talk to Doctor Malthusius then. Hope this isn't gonna be one of them, what do ye call it? Wild gobbo chases?"

Valghaz took off his candle-helmet and scratched his head. "Suppose we should talk to Doctor Malthusius then. Hope this isn't gonna be one of them, what do ye call it? Wild gobbo chases?"

Doktor Malthusius is pleased to see you all and invites you to his caravan for brandy and tobacco.

”I’m sure you did their best to recover the Goblin and I appreciate your efforts.”

Malthusius has heard that the Goblin was killed in a warehouse by the river, and is rueful at the loss of his best exhibitt.

Puffing away on his pipe, Malthusius commiserates on your lost bounty. He explains he’d be much happier if you had succeeded because now he has nothing. ”I understand why the townsfolk would not have been interested in capturing the beast but they even refuse to return the remains. I tried to get the body so I could stuff it for display but the Town Hall clerk refuses my requests. That makes no sense, does it? The body can’t be any use for anyone else. Sometimes I think that the Festival makes everyone in this town looney.” Puff, puff, puff...”I think I shall be glad to see Bogenhafen dwindle behind me once my show is back on the road.”

Do any of the characters have the Sixth Sense Talent?

<raises hand> I do.... I do!!!

Ruprecht wonders silently what report the Councillor was expecting, but gathers up the remains of the goblin, and with a respectful nod to the Magistrate, takes his leave with the others.

Going to wait for the result of the Sixth Sense...

<raises hand> I do.... I do!!!

Ruprecht wonders silently what report the Councillor was expecting, but gathers up the remains of the goblin, and with a respectful nod to the Magistrate, takes his leave with the others.

Going to wait for the result of the Sixth Sense...

Ruprecht has that itchy feeling between his shoulders of being watched by someone who is just waiting for a chance to stab him in the back but no matter where he looks or how clever he is trying to spot his watcher, he is unable to identify anyone acting suspiciously.

Landolf turns to the others as they leave Malthusius behind. "I can't say I disagree that it will be good to see Bogenhafen behind us. This trip has brought nothing but trouble, and we seem unlikely to see any profit from our efforts in the sewers."

"I dislike the notion that someone else is claiming our goblin find, though, even if we won't be paid for it some recognition would be welcome. Should we check into this warehouse?"

We talked earlier about Yvonne trying to set up appointments for Landolf to meet other nobles in town or to find a branch of one of his family's debt holders here. Has she been able to accomplish anything related yet?

Ruprecht's eyes narrow as he looks about, muttering under his breath to the others, "Feels like someone's watching....who means us ill..."

After closing his eyes for a moment, he looks back at Malthusius, "So you've given the reward to someone else....their names please. As we followed your critter into the sewers and recovered this...Makes sense that the clerk refused your request...they don't have a body." he says, reaching back into his pack and taking out the goblin's three legged remains...

Landolf turns to the others as they leave Malthusius behind. "I can't say I disagree that it will be good to see Bogenhafen behind us. This trip has brought nothing but trouble, and we seem unlikely to see any profit from our efforts in the sewers."

"I dislike the notion that someone else is claiming our goblin find, though, even if we won't be paid for it some recognition would be welcome. Should we check into this warehouse?"

We talked earlier about Yvonne trying to set up appointments for Landolf to meet other nobles in town or to find a branch of one of his family's debt holders here. Has she been able to accomplish anything related yet?

Malthusius stops you as you leave his caravan. ”If you can bring me the rest of the goblin’s body, I will pay you the bounty.”

Ruprecht's eyes narrow as he looks about, muttering under his breath to the others, "Feels like someone's watching....who means us ill..."

After closing his eyes for a moment, he looks back at Malthusius, "So you've given the reward to someone else....their names please. As we followed your critter into the sewers and recovered this...Makes sense that the clerk refused your request...they don't have a body." he says, reaching back into his pack and taking out the goblin's three legged remains...

”No, no friend, you misconstrue. No bounty has been paid. Interestingly there was no request by the warehousemen for a reward.”

Malthusius looks with stunned amazement when you pull out the three legged pelvis. ”Isn’t that something!!?! So tell me, do you have the rest of the remains? A single bone does me little good unfortunately. Is the rest of the goblin still in the sewer? Why did you butcher it to bring the bone, why not bring the whole goblin? I must admit to confusion.”

Did the warehousemen specified where they found the goblin remains?Did they all worked in the same warehouse?I'm pretty sure they didn't came back to you out of sheer gallantry. They surely had their hands already greased by someone else. Or maybe they seemed afraid?

Did the warehousemen specified where they found the goblin remains?Did they all worked in the same warehouse?I'm pretty sure they didn't came back to you out of sheer gallantry. They surely had their hands already greased by someone else. Or maybe they seemed afraid?

”My Lady, I received word from Town Hall about the goblin, I did not talk to the warehouseman myself. All I can tell you is that the goblin was killed at the Steinhäger warehouse. Of course, you must know that the Steinhäger‘s are one of the merchant families that rule Bogenhafen. I assume that the family rewarded their man themselves.”

Valghaz let out an exasperated sigh. "One of ye manlings just show him the proof." He said. "Feels like everywhere we go someone's tryin' to cheat us one way or another. We really need to get paid up front before we do shyt like this again." He grumbled.

Valghaz let out an exasperated sigh. "One of ye manlings just show him the proof." He said. "Feels like everywhere we go someone's tryin' to cheat us one way or another. We really need to get paid up front before we do shyt like this again." He grumbled.

”Gentlemen, Lady and Herr Dwarf, all you have shown me is a hipbone that appears to be picked clean. Where’s the body? If you killed the creature, why would you butcher it and only bring the hipbone?”

Ruprecht's shoulders visibly sag when it's revealed that a powerful family stands in the way of their just reward.

With a sigh, he nods at Valghaz's statement, "I agree, it does seem that the world is out to cheat us at every turn!"

He ponders Malthusius' demands for answers on the nature of the goblin's demise, then decides that discretion is warranted, "The creature fell afoul of a constant threat in the sewers... a sewer gas fire....then rats. This is all we found of it."

Rubbing his chin, "It may be that our reward is out of reach, but I would question those at the warehouse nontheless..."

As for reporting the temple...given the current climate of denial of the true nature of things ,ie : There are no Mutants in the Empire, Ruprecht for one would be very reluctant to reveal what they found, for fear of being implicated himself.

"Bounty just said bring the body, didn't say that we had to be the ones who did the killin'. Trudged through the bloody sewers, dragged a dead gobbo up to the surface, and what do we get for it? Just word that some umgi cheated us." Valghaz grumbled, to himself and to the world in general. "We should just say fook this town and focus on the grudge." He continued, still being very much focused on the previous slight against them.

Ruprecht's shoulders visibly sag when it's revealed that a powerful family stands in the way of their just reward.

With a sigh, he nods at Valghaz's statement, "I agree, it does seem that the world is out to cheat us at every turn!"

He ponders Malthusius' demands for answers on the nature of the goblin's demise, then decides that discretion is warranted, "The creature fell afoul of a constant threat in the sewers... a sewer gas fire....then rats. This is all we found of it."

Rubbing his chin, "It may be that our reward is out of reach, but I would question those at the warehouse nontheless..."

As for reporting the temple...given the current climate of denial of the true nature of things ,ie : There are no Mutants in the Empire, Ruprecht for one would be very reluctant to reveal what they found, for fear of being implicated himself.

Off to the warehouse...

As Malthusius listens to the explanation he shakes his head. ”If this is all that’s left of my exhibit, how can you know that it’s the right three-legged goblin? How can there only be a hipbone left? Did you not find a skull at least?”

Without a more believable story, Malthusius finally loses patience and ushers you out of the caravan as he must begin to close down the menagerie since the festival is drawing to a close. You see him stiffen in surprise and when you ask what caught his attention he points a shaky finger at the eastern horizon where the rain clouds have disappeared. ”Look there, Morrslieb is already rising. That’s an ill omen if I’ve ever seen one. Mind how you go.”

As you all trudge back across the city again, you encounter a very disturbed crowd in one of the town squares. You catch snippets of conversation as you work your way through the throng of townsmen. ”...must be mad” and ”...not true, is it? and ”why didn’t the Watch stop him...” and ”ignore...clearly a madman.” Asking for more information reveals that a man was ranting and raving and making all sorts of pronouncements of doom and that the man promised to return to the square again tomorrow.

At the Steinhäger warehouse, you are met at the entrance by a seedy-looking fellow with a nervous twitch. He introduces himself as Anton Breugel the warehouseman. Anton reeks of cheap booze.

As Malthusius points to Morrslieb, Adelaida sighs

What now? Can't we have some good omens, once in a while?

We'll be as careful as possible.Safe travels to you, and may Sigmar protect you if needed.

Later, as they part the crowd while walking toward the warehouse, Adelaida listen to the whispered words

We should try to be on the square tomorrow, to hear the so called prophecies of that man. I'd like to know if they are consistent with the words of doom we heard in Altdorf.

Finally, she looks at Anton
Another one who tries to escape his sorry life through cheap alcohol instead of keeping himself straight and his soul solid.

Charm (40): 1d100 ⇒ 72
So, this is the place where he goblin was killed? Steinhager Warehouse?

She doesn't try too much to hide her disdain,and if the man was a soldier, he would get a firm dressing up, at least, from Adelaida

"Even in death grobi cheat us out of our rightful gold. Bah!" Valghaz said. "Let's let it go. This entire place is umgak. Talking to these wazzocks is like working a dry mine. Eventually it's our fault for expecting anything to come out of it."

I'm late to the discussion, but we were straightforward with the priest of Sigmar when we arrived in Bogenhafen and that went well enough. On the other hand, if memory serves there was distressingly little of the 'temple' remaining after the demon was gone. Do we know if it is the sort of site that would need to be cleaned up?

"We're already here, Valghaz. Let's see if they'll talk to us at least."

"Fine. Come on, azumgi*, Let's get it over with. This is turnin' me into a wanaz* it is. Don't know how much more umgi dishonor I can put up with." Valghaz grumbled to his friend.

* Azumbi = literally 'metal human', means a human that is dependable
* Wanaz = dwarf with an unkept beard

I'm late to the discussion, but we were straightforward with the priest of Sigmar when we arrived in Bogenhafen and that went well enough. On the other hand, if memory serves there was distressingly little of the 'temple' remaining after the demon was gone. Do we know if it is the sort of site that would need to be cleaned up?

"We're already here, Valghaz. Let's see if they'll talk to us at least."

All that was done in the temple was attempting to destroy the summoning circle and the destroying the spell scroll. Everything else was left behind in the temple, the candles, the bones, the cabinet and it’d be easy for the bad guys to repair any damage done. To eliminate the threat of the temple completely would take help from one of the temples.

As Malthusius points to Morrslieb, Adelaida sighs

What now? Can't we have some good omens, once in a while?

We'll be as careful as possible.Safe travels to you, and may Sigmar protect you if needed.

Later, as they part the crowd while walking toward the warehouse, Adelaida listen to the whispered words

We should try to be on the square tomorrow, to hear the so called prophecies of that man. I'd like to know if they are consistent with the words of doom we heard in Altdorf.

Finally, she looks at Anton
Another one who tries to escape his sorry life through cheap alcohol instead of keeping himself straight and his soul solid.

dice=Charm (40)]1d100
So, this is the place where he goblin was killed? Steinhager Warehouse?

She doesn't try too much to hide her disdain,and if the man was a soldier, he would get a firm dressing up, at least, from Adelaida

Anton Cool Check (35): 1d100 ⇒ 89

Luckily for Adelaida, Anton is not at all difficult to charm especially since Anton is a very, very lonely guy. ”Well, hello there pretty lady. What brings a bea, bea, beauty like you,” Anton stops to hiccup and then blathers on, ”to my little slice of heaven?” Anton absentmindedly scratches his rear before focusing his attention back on Adelaida. ”Goblin? Goblin? Oh yeah the goblin thingy. Yep, kilt it all by meself, I did. Yep, that’s me, Anton the Slayer” Anton busts out in laughter after calling himself a slayer. ”Got me a bit of silver from the headman I did so hows bout you and me go find a quiet, uh,...place, yep that’s it place, to celebrate?” Anton suddenly sneezes blowing snot all over Adelaida which Anton attempts to wipe off with a filthy rag. ”Oops”