[dice=Athletics:53, to avoid tsunami of sewage]1d100
[dice=Endurance:39, to avoid vomiting all over!]1d100[dice=Endurance:39, to avoid disease!]1d100
Hanna follows the rash Ulric-ite at a more contemplative pace, knowing any rushing about may bring about a debiltating bout of heavage.
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Hanna moves up quicker than she though she might, pushes down the nausea...could she actually be getting used to the smell?
Concentrating briefly, she musters the Winds of Light and utters the alien syllables necessary to harness them...
... but a piece of sewage lodged in her teeth decided at that moment to become free again, causing her to retch in the middle of her pronunciation of the final power-binding syllable.
Through the gas she goes!
Dirk was accustomed to seeing his allies fall, though it looked like the vapor wasn't killing them yet, perhaps. Gripping his axe tightly, he held his breath and charged into it. If someone didn't hold the line, these rats might kill them all.
Round 1 Combat
At the first sight of the Skaven ahead, Ubaldo charged full-bore into them sword swinging at the smallest of the three foes. Unfortunately, Ubaldo did not take into account the ultra fast reflexes of the Skaven and missed with his sword as the Skaven slid away from the attack
Ubaldo rolled a 75 for his Melee Skill check which is a miss with SL +0 because of Advantage 1
White Skaven rolled a 31 to Dodge which is a success with SL +1
White Skaven wins the Opposed Check and gains Advantage +1
Hanna also bravely charged forward to support Ubaldo with her Magick pronouncing the arcane words as she charged, but a piece of sewage lodged in her teeth decided at that moment to become free again, causing her to retch in the middle of her pronunciation of the final power-binding syllable.
The hooded man took one look at the situation and climbed the ladder as quickly as he could disappearing from sight.
The hooded skaven reached into his cloak and removed a glass globe that glowed with an evil green light. Taking careful aim, he threw the globe so it shatter at a point that the rest of the group would have to transverse to reach him. His squeaky voice called out, "Kill Kill the humans Quick Quick" A noxious green gas quickly filled the air around the shattered globe.
Adela was the next to enter the fray as she braved the gas to move to the aid of her comrades. For a moment it seemed as if the gas would be too much but then she called on her determination to ignore the effect. She also moved to attack the white furred Skaven who stood between her and the hooded foe.
Adela rolled a 34 to attack with her Axe which is a success with a SL of +8 (adding in the Advantage for Charging and the bonus for Ganging up).
The small Skaven tries to Dodge again which is a Failure with SL -2 (with Advantage +1 from Ubaldo fight)
Adela wins the Opposed Check with SL +10 total and now has Advantage +2
Hit Location is Right Arm
Damage is 4 + 5 + 10 + 1 -3 = 17 Wounds which kills the White furred Skaven
Adela may need to name her Axe as Skaven Bane as it again takes the life of one of the rat folk, striking through fur, hide, muscle, bone in one swing.
The momentum of her mighty first swing naturally carries Adela forward into the other Skaven who is stunned to already be under attack.
Adela rolled a 51 which a success with a SL of +4 with Advantage +2
Hooded Skaven tried to Dodge but failed with SL -1
Adela wins the Opposed Check with SL +5 and now has Advantage +3
Hit Location is Left Arm
Damage is 4 + 5 + 5 + 1 - 4 - 4 = 7 Wounds
Failed and is now Stunned
Just like chopping wood, Adela uses her Axe to attack first the right side of a foe and then stepping forward the left side of the next foe. The powerful strike badly wounds the Hooded Skaven who is Stunned.
Jarvey grimly followed Adela and tried to move through the gas cloud. Unfortunately for him, his small size works against him as the gas is more concentrated nearer the ground. Jarvey only makes it a few feet before he slumps to the ground unconscious.
Last but not least, Dirk moves forward to join the battle. Maybe it's a lifetime of clean living at work, but Dirk has no trouble at all ignoring the gas and charges forward to attack the one remaining foe. Even better, that foe has been clearly stunned by Adela's blow.
Dirk rolled a 17 to Attack which is a Success with a SL of +9 with Advantage for charging plus Advantage for target being stunned by Gang Up bonus.
Success with SL +1 due to -10 penalty for being Stunned.
Dirk wins the Opposed Test and now has Advantage +2 (possibly +3 if target stays stunned)
Hit Location is Body
Damage is 4 + 5 + 8 - 4 - 4 = 9 Wounds for a total of 16 Wounds which kills the Hooded Skaven
Adela set-up the rat thing and Dirk knocked it down burying his axe into the Skaven's gut ending its existence on this plane of reality.
Jarvey stirs and gets back to his feet as the gas dissipates.
Seeing the hooded man flee up the ladder and the skaven chopped to pieces, Ubaldo powers towards the ladder, stowing his sword in the scabbard just before his other hand seize a rung.
Seeing the hooded man flee up the ladder and the skaven chopped to pieces, Ubaldo powers towards the ladder, stowing his sword in the scabbard just before his other hand seize a rung.
[dice=Athletics to get up the ladder swiftly 42]1d100
[dice=Perception with Night Vision to keep track of the hooded man 62]1d100
Ubaldo continues to dash ahead of everyone and scampers up the ladder. He finds himself in a large cellar, full of crates and barrels. Ubaldo sees the hooded man dash up the stairs leading from the cellar.
Weighed down as she was with plate armor, Adela said ”Hanna, Jarvey, see if you can shoot him down. Dirk, let’s secure these bodies for any evidence. Cover me.” With that she planned to cut the head off of the white furred Skaven, to take as proof of their deeds. Along with whatever evidence might be found on their corpses...with care taken, of course, to touch nothing of theirs with bare skin. Who knew what lingering effects might lay upon their possessions?
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Jarvey picks himself up, wheezing from the gas and stinking from the cake of sh1t he's covered in.
The halfing recovers his dropped pistol, attempting to clean it as he eyes the ladder quizically;
"Shoot down the Magistrate? I have no love o' officialdom nor lawdogs but seems a little excessive Lady Wolf..."
As the priestess sets about beheading the ratmen corpses, he gulps and checks his weapon is primed...
"...but if ye be sure, then fair 'nough...
Hanna gulps as she eye's the ladder, "Nay, Dirk follow them, I cannot over exert myself. I will stay and assist Adela..." she says, though the thought of fresh air tempts her mightily.
She then assist with searching the fallen ratmen for anything that may aid their endeavour...
Ubaldo continues to charge after the man, planning to slash him across the back if he will not stand and fight!
Dirk was given conflicting orders, but if Hannah was willing to take his post, he wanted answers. He climbed quickly up the ladder to chase after the hooded man.
Weighed down as she was with plate armor, Adela said ”Hanna, Jarvey, see if you can shoot him down. Dirk, let’s secure these bodies for any evidence. Cover me.” With that she planned to cut the head off of the white furred Skaven, to take as proof of their deeds. Along with whatever evidence might be found on their corpses...with care taken, of course, to touch nothing of theirs with bare skin. Who knew what lingering effects might lay upon their possessions?
Removing the cloak from the larger of the dead Skaven, you find that his fur is a mottled combination of white and grey and he has several inch long horns growing out of his skull. The curl at the end, like a ram's horn.
Both of the Skaven have small leather pouches with Warpstone Tokens inside. The white Skaven had 5 tokens and the bigger SKaven has 17 tokens.
In a separate pouch on the bigger Skaven you find 5 Gold Crowns and a list of names written in crude handwriting. Chaos Cult HeroMiss Ostwald Breeder Becker Dockter Drexler
Ubaldo continues to charge after the man, planning to slash him across the back if he will not stand and fight!
Dirk was given conflicting orders, but if Hannah was willing to take his post, he wanted answers. He climbed quickly up the ladder to chase after the hooded man.
Dirk either sees Ubaldo exiting the cellar through a door at the top of the steps or stopping at the door to listen.
With head and evidence in place, Adela looked around with slight concern. ”No sound of shooting, or fighting. I fear the worst. This is why I wanted someone with ranged options to end it quickly. We should ascend and see what has become of them.”
Caution returning to him, Ubaldo ceases his dash and listens at the door.
He then slowly starts backing, and to the side, away from it, so he is no longer close or in front of it.
If any of his allies are also upstairs, he will mouth:
"Ambush"
As Adela fails to clarify, and Dirk hoists his bulk up the ladder, Jarvey shrugs to himself and ascends also...
Lady Wolf's too busy claiming 'er kill. I'll stick with the big fella...
Once up, and glad to be clear of the sewage he'll attempt to hustle to catch up with the langshanks.
Dirk nods at Ubaldo's warning and looks at his companions. They didn't have a lot of time to dawdle if they wanted answers. He raised his axe, questioning whether they wanted to press on despite the danger.
Dirk nods at Ubaldo's warning and looks at his companions. They didn't have a lot of time to dawdle if they wanted answers. He raised his axe, questioning whether they wanted to press on despite the danger.
It’s a typical interior wooden door. One swift kick would smash it open. Or, you could try the handle to see if it’s even locked.
Dirk lifts his weapon and sets down his lantern, readying his shield as the group gathers together. Then he lowers his shoulder and charges through the door.
Dirk lifts his weapon and sets down his lantern, readying his shield as the group gathers together. Then he lowers his shoulder and charges through the door.
You fling open the door at the top of the cellar steps and run into a room well lit from early morning sunshine coming through the windows. The rooms itself is bare of furnishings. You have finally caught up to the man, but he is not alone. There are three additional men, all dressed in black with black cloaks holding pistols drawn and aimed directly at you. The man you've been chasing turns and faces you, "Halt, in the name of her Serene Highness, the Countess Emmanuelle, and by the authority of Fritz von Halstadt, you are under arrest."
Make a local lore skill test.
Ubaldo fixes the hooded man's associates with a steely glare.
"Are you aware that your leader here consorts with enemies of Nuln, whose heads we now have? Arrest *him* and do not interrupt us with nonsense."
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Adela strode forward at Ulbado’s statement and held the head of the white furred Skaven aloft.
”I am Adela von Suderburg, Captain of the most holy Order of Ulric’s Templars! It is by the will of my GOD that I have led these brave men, and woman, into the depths to root out the corruption that gnaws at this city’s heart. Look upon the visage of that which swells beneath your feet!” The light of the lantern gave the skaven’s head an even more demonic visage. ”We are not under arrest.” She said, emphatically. ”In fact, you will escort us to the Temple of Ulric, and you will summon your master. We will then have a discussion about what is known about this threat and what the Cult and your organization are doing to identify, contain, and purge it.”
She spoke with the pure confidence of someone who was born into a position of authority and who had from there earned every scrap of power that she wielded. Her piercing blue eyes bore into each man without fear, and she stood with the pride of a warrior covered in the glory of battle...rather than the rancid shyt that had washed over them.
SL5
Hanna slides all of the warpstone tokens into one bag, "These will have to be disposed of safely..."
She does the same with the gold and the note..."Miss Ostwald?? what does this note mean?"
Then she makes her way slowly up the ladder, surprised to see the others standing by a door.
She's not too surprised when the man claims to be a representative of her Highness, "Under arrest....I think not. For we are operating under the authority of Her Majesty!"
Jarvey holds his tongue, allowing the langshanks to parley it out.
He does not however lower his own pistol...
[dice=Lore Local 57]1d100
[dice=Lore Law 52]1d100
Ubaldo fixes the hooded man's associates with a steely glare.
"Are you aware that your leader here consorts with enemies of Nuln, whose heads we now have? Arrest *him* and do not interrupt us with nonsense."
[dice=Leadership 64]1d100
The hooded man sweeps back his hood and glowers at the party. He has close cropped steel grey hair, bright blue eyes and a scar the runs from his eye to his mouth which is twisted by the scar into in a permanent sneer. Spittle flies from his lips as he screams at you.
”YOU FOOLS, you’ve ruined all of our work to uncover the Chaos cult at work in Nuln!! We’ve been using the rat folk to spy out the cultist and bring back the names of the ring leaders. And now, Chaos can flourish unchecked. Are you dupes or are you Chaos worshippers?”
Adela strode forward at Ulbado’s statement and held the head of the white furred Skaven aloft.
[dice=Charm 52]1d100
”I am Adela von Suderburg, Captain of the most holy Order of Ulric’s Templars! It is by the will of my GOD that I have led these brave men, and woman, into the depths to root out the corruption that gnaws at this city’s heart. Look upon the visage of that which swells beneath your feet!” The light of the lantern gave the skaven’s head an even more demonic visage. ”We are not under arrest.” She said, emphatically. ”In fact, you will escort us to the Temple of Ulric, and you will summon your master. We will then have a discussion about what is known about this threat and what the Cult and your organization are doing to identify, contain, and purge it.”
She spoke with the pure confidence of someone who was born into a position of authority and who had from there earned every scrap of power that she wielded. Her piercing blue eyes bore into each man without fear, and she stood with the pride of a warrior covered in the glory of battle...rather than the rancid shyt that had washed over them.
[dice=Leadership if needed? 58]1d100 SL5
The leader of the men is obviously taken aback by the power of Adela’s personality. You can overhear him mutter to himself. ”A Warrior-Priestess of Ulric? Here? But why would she help the cultists?“
However the man is as arrogant as any noble and he quickly recovers his composure. He performs a perfunctory bow to Adela, ”I am the master of these men Templar. I am Count Fritz von Halstadt and this is not Middenheim and the White Wolf does not rule here, the Countess does. She has personally authorized myself to destroy the enemies of Nuln. So, no we do not go to the Temple, we go to the palace where you all will answer for this interference.”
Hanna slides all of the warpstone tokens into one bag, "These will have to be disposed of safely..."
She does the same with the gold and the note..."Miss Ostwald?? what does this note mean?"
Then she makes her way slowly up the ladder, surprised to see the others standing by a door.
She's not too surprised when the man claims to be a representative of her Highness, "Under arrest....I think not. For we are operating under the authority of Her Majesty!"
[dice=Charm:28]1d100
Count von Halstadt notices Hanna and he faces hardens even more if such a thing is possible.”A Wizard eh...no doubt you and your dark arts are the reasons these fools have been led astray. Nay Wizard, speak no spell, we know how to deal with your kind n Nuln and a single word will lead to my blade removing your head from your shoulder. Nod slowly if you understand. If the Templar vouches for your behavior, we will not gag you but you will come with us.”
Jarvey holds his tongue, allowing the langshanks to parley it out.
He does not however lower his own pistol...
”Holster thy weapon Halfling. You are literally outgunned here.”
Hanna ignores the Count's threats , she's heard and endured much worse. Instead her eyes narrow and she shifts her perception to that of the Winds....seeing what kind of stink of Chaos lies on this man...
Adela held the head up high and took a step forward. ”This. Is. Chaos.” She said, her words as cold as ice. ”Chaos is naught but lies! Nothing is to be believed from the spawn of darkness.” She lowered the head, but her eyes stayed sharp, demanding an explanation.
Jarvey continues to watch and listen, before being ordered to stand down.
He flashes a grimy smile;
"No can do. If the She-Wolf of Ulric smells more than scheisse here... I believe her."
He cracks the hammer on his pistol;
"Now you Gentlemen lower your pistolen... or I turn the Count here into a sieve."
Ubaldo glares at the screaming man before him.
"Are you insane or just an utter fool? Look at the heads, you deluded spitlickle. You consort with warp-tainted mutant rats and accuse *US* of foul deeds?"
He looks around again at the followers:
"Gentlemen, your leader has taken leave of his senses and I repeat, as a Magistrate of Nuln: arrest *HIM*."
Dirk stood by while the others argued with the assembled troops. This was why he couldn't stand city folk. One nobleman was playing at a game with skaven, trying to hunt down a cultist while the Sewer Jacks died for it. He assumed the guards were trying to help, but got caught up in all their rules and weren't able to do anything. Then they were hired by yet another faction in the city and were running in circles as people died.
Fools the lot of them.
Hanna ignores the Count's threats , she's heard and endured much worse. Instead her eyes narrow and she shifts her perception to that of the Winds....seeing what kind of stink of Chaos lies on this man...
[dice=Second Sight,perception:61]1d100
The Winds of Chaos do cling weakly to the man, as if he has had multiple encounters with Chaos creatures. But Hanna gets no sense that the man himself is a creature of Chaos nor a user of the Black Arts.
Adela held the head up high and took a step forward. ”This. Is. Chaos.” She said, her words as cold as ice. ”Chaos is naught but lies! Nothing is to be believed from the spawn of darkness.” She lowered the head, but her eyes stayed sharp, demanding an explanation.
"Aye Templar, those foul things are indeed creatures of nightmare but sometimes it is necessary to use a minor evil to counter a major evil as you obviously know as you seem to work with a foul user of Magick to accomplish your goals. Besides, the risk from my approach is non-existent as everyone knows that the rat folk are no threat to the Empire in any way. But the rot, THE ROT I SAY, inside the Empire, inside Nuln is the true threat that must be faced. That is why the Countess has charged me with this task and why I will do what I must to succeed. Do not push too hard My Lady as I must again remind you that this is not Middenheim and the White Wolf has no authority here."
von Halstadt speaks with the conviction of a true fanatic. You get the sense that if not for his present assignment he would happily joins the Flagellants and move from town to town scourging them of foe of the Empire (real or imagined).
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Jarvey continues to watch and listen, before being ordered to stand down.
He flashes a grimy smile;
"No can do. If the She-Wolf of Ulric smells more than scheisse here... I believe her."
He cracks the hammer on his pistol;
"Now you Gentlemen lower your pistolen... or I turn the Count here into a sieve."
The men around the Count also pull back the hammers of their pistols as the tension in the room is raised even more by the Halflings action.
Ubaldo glares at the screaming man before him.
"Are you insane or just an utter fool? Look at the heads, you deluded spitlickle. You consort with warp-tainted mutant rats and accuse *US* of foul deeds?"
He looks around again at the followers:
"Gentlemen, your leader has taken leave of his senses and I repeat, as a Magistrate of Nuln: arrest *HIM*."
[dice=Leadership 64]1d100
"You sir are nothing but a lap dog of the Lady Becker. If the Lady does not approve of my methods she is free to take it up with the Countess, but you," von Halstadt makes a dismissive gesture with his hand as if swatting away a gnat, "have no authority and are not worth wasting time on."
Suddenly the Count's eyes narrow in suspicion as he stares at Ubaldo and a crazed look comes over his face, "I see it now, this is a plot by the cults to remove me and you are part of the plot and you work for Lady Becker, therefore she must be one of the cultists that must be scourged and their taint cleansed in fire."
”Are you listening to yourself? Are you seriously calling me a chaos cultist?! The anger in her voice was palpable. She tossed the Skaven head at the feet of the fanatics and pulled her shield out. ”Do you truly trust this spawn of chaos?!”
All but ignoring the nonsense spouting from the Count, Hanna comments dryly to her friends, "He's a fanatic....but not a Chaos cultist, though I imagine he's easily led astray by his fanciful imaginings..."
She sighs, "Count, we fight the same evil. It is unfortunate that we did not know of each other's activities ....let us share efforts and information....so the Enemy does not win!" she entreats,hopefull, but knowing her word will most likely fall on deaf ears.
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Jarvey listens to the familiar clicking of the pistols being primed, then flashes a hard smile at the pistoleers;
"So you long-shanks just going to stroke those hammers, or do any o' ye have the stones to actually pull on us?"
”Are you listening to yourself? Are you seriously calling me a chaos cultist?! The anger in her voice was palpable. She tossed the Skaven head at the feet of the fanatics and pulled her shield out. ”Do you truly trust this spawn of chaos?!”
The crazed light in the Count's eyes brightens as his certainty grows that you all are either pawns or willing participants in fomenting rebellion in Nuln. He visibly struggles to maintain a civil tone with Adela as she is the only member of the group the Count does not believe is a Chaos cultist, at least not yet. He attempts to address the Warrior-Priestess in a courtly manner giving a bow to her before speaking but his words most likely are inflammatory.
"Pull in your claws She-Wolf, I never said you were a Chaos cultist. Actually, I think you are nothing more than a well-meaning but simple-minded Templar of a second rate God that has been taken in by your companions. You are free to leave for your temple at any time but the others must be put to the question.
They are not in the least surprised by the Skaven heads, it's as if they have seen the like before.
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Jarvey listens to the familiar clicking of the pistols being primed, then flashes a hard smile at the pistoleers;
"So you long-shanks just going to stroke those hammers, or do any o' ye have the stones to actually pull on us?"
The cold eyes of one of the pistoleers stares into Jarvey's..."Skin that smokewagon and see what happens"
SL6
”Second rate...? Not even Sigmar said...” It looked like the vein on her forehead was about to burst. ”Then show me your faith! Ulric stands with me! Can you say the same?!”
As she said this her axe exploded with an aura that radiated the chill of winter.
"You sir are nothing but a lap dog of the Lady Becker. If the Lady does not approve of my methods she is free to take it up with the Countess, but you," von Halstadt makes a dismissive gesture with his hand as if swatting away a gnat, "have no authority and are not worth wasting time on."
Suddenly the Count's eyes narrow in suspicion as he stares at Ubaldo and a crazed look comes over his face, "I see it now, this is a plot by the cults to remove me and you are part of the plot and you work for Lady Becker, therefore she must be one of the cultists that must be scourged and their taint cleansed in fire."
Ubaldo continues to glare.
"No authority!? You are clearly blind as well as foolish. I will repeat: I am a magistrate of Nuln. You rave about conspiracy and bemirsch the name of high nobility while *YOU* are the one consorting with chaos creatures! Those who stand with you are equally guilty. Those who have any doubt that this lunatic is leading you into damnation, this is your moment to choose."
Dirk puts his axe back on its belt loop and moves to stand between the two groups, raising his voice to be heard. "Can we all stop yelling now? This has gone on long enough that it's clear that no one here wants to kill anyone."
He turns to his companions and Jarvey in particular. "Look, we killed this guy's informant and he's upset. No one has shot anyone yet. Put your pistol and your flashy axe away."
Then he turns toward the guards facing them rather than the raving lunatic, "And no one here is putting anyone to the question, because we're going to tell you everything we know."