”Enough waiting. I am a Priestess Captain of Ulric and I will not cower. You may all come with me if you want, but I am going to the Temple. If you wish to go alone, I understand. But meet me there.” She said, boldly, trusting Ulric to watch his own.
Jarvey eyes the imposing priestess wearily;
"Presume you Wolves got a store o' decent spirits..? S-somethin' to warm the c-cockles as well as the soul? If so I'm with you Mistress..."
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Adela nodded and then strode forward, her head held up high. She had a bloody axe in one hand, her shield on her back and a bloody sack in her other hand. She met anyone who looked at her had their gaze met without guilt.
”People of Nuln! Rejoice! For your city is safe. The Cult of Ulric has rooted out and destroyed a vile cultist who attempted to ally with beast men! The Wolf God protects his own! Rejoice, and walk with me to the Temple of Ulric! Give praise to the Lord of Winter!”
——
She kept an eye out for any store that sold strong spirits. Once there she strode up to the merchant and said in a booming voice:
”Ten gold of spirits for those who march with me! It is a time of celebration, for the Light has triumphed this day over the dark! Men of the Empire, raise your voices in Ulric’s name!”
Adela rationalized that skulking would make the guard swarm them, and a fearful populace would make the arrest all the easier. But a Warrior Priestess, covered in blood and leading a swarm of cheering men towards the Temple of Ulric? What Watchman would be foolish enough to stand in the way of that? It would certainly make a response inevitable, but at that point it would be directed against the Church. While many would be wary of making such a scene, she believed in the teachings of Ulric. She refused to be cowed. She refused to hide. She refused to be ashamed. She had done her Lord’s work and would act as such! And while ten gold was half of what she had on her, she was still a noblewoman and a Priestess Captain. The gold could be replaced, but what she wanted was for her crowd to be rowdy, loud, and joyful. Such a spectacle would do wonders for swaying the public’s perception of them.
Seizing on Adela's take, Ubaldo follows swiftly along, having his own experiences with crowds - for better and worse.
"We have the traitor's head! Rejoice, good citizens, rejoice!"
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"Come man, libations for the victors!"
Dirk was unsure that Adela's course of action was wise, but skulking around in the shadows didn't fit him well either. He moved up to stand behind her. If they were going to proclaim their victory, he might as well make the best of it.
[dice=Leadership to command a crowd 58]1d100
[dice=Charm to be seen in a positive light by any she speak to 58]1d100
Adela nodded and then strode forward, her head held up high. She had a bloody axe in one hand, her shield on her back and a bloody sack in her other hand. She met anyone who looked at her had their gaze met without guilt.
”People of Nuln! Rejoice! For your city is safe. The Cult of Ulric has rooted out and destroyed a vile cultist who attempted to ally with beast men! The Wolf God protects his own! Rejoice, and walk with me to the Temple of Ulric! Give praise to the Lord of Winter!”
——
She kept an eye out for any store that sold strong spirits. Once there she strode up to the merchant and said in a booming voice:
”Ten gold of spirits for those who march with me! It is a time of celebration, for the Light has triumphed this day over the dark! Men of the Empire, raise your voices in Ulric’s name!”
[dice=Charm Merchant, hopefully he will throw in more alcohol for free? 58]1d100
Adela rationalized that skulking would make the guard swarm them, and a fearful populace would make the arrest all the easier. But a Warrior Priestess, covered in blood and leading a swarm of cheering men towards the Temple of Ulric? What Watchman would be foolish enough to stand in the way of that? It would certainly make a response inevitable, but at that point it would be directed against the Church. While many would be wary of making such a scene, she believed in the teachings of Ulric. She refused to be cowed. She refused to hide. She refused to be ashamed. She had done her Lord’s work and would act as such! And while ten gold was half of what she had on her, she was still a noblewoman and a Priestess Captain. The gold could be replaced, but what she wanted was for her crowd to be rowdy, loud, and joyful. Such a spectacle would do wonders for...
Some in the crowd are awed by Adela's beauty and fall in happily, some are looking for something interesting to be able to discuss later and tag along as long as things are interesting and some resist all blandishments and just continue doing what they've been doing. A watch patrol falls in along side of your group as long as you're on the path to the Temple, careful to keep their distance.
The crowd cheers and doubles in size when the free alcohol starts being passed around which causes a festive atmosphere. Some of Adela's followers break into ribald satiric verses about the wolves of Ulric but are still happy to march along drinking their free drinks.
As you reach the Temple Quarter, you see your destination only a couple of blocks away. However, barring your way is a man who is clearly the high priest of Sigmar in Nuln, along with several hulking warrior priests, temple soldiers, lesser priests, scribes and even witch hunters. "IN SIGMAR'S NAME GO HOME!!" the priest shouts at the folk that have followed Adela. "THIS IS A MATTER FOR THE PRIESTS TO DISCUSS!"
As the crowd disperses, the high priest of Sigmar turns on Adela and says, "Explain yourself Lady. What is this cultist plot you have uncovered and are crowing about?"
SL4 becomes 6 with attractive
”Skaven.” Adela said, seriously. ”I am Adela von Suderburg, Priestess Captain of the Cult of Ulric. And I am glad that my spectacle drew you out, as my skills are best suited to open combat. The faithful of Sigmar are rightfully to be lauded for their ability to ferret out enemies who hide in shadows. We are all greatly in need of your expertise.” She looked them all in the eyes as she spoke. ”Secular authorities are implicated. Our cults must work together.”
”The crowd got me here safely. Both from them and their allies. Without their cover I’d likely be dead by now. We have evidence. I would be happy to discuss this, but we should not do so here. I would appreciate if we may do so at the Temple of Ulric, so that I may wash the blood off, and report this to my superiors as well.”
Ubaldo's visage resumes utter seriousness when he sees the witch hunters.
"Excellent. I am Ubaldo Hartig, Magistrate of Nuln, and I will personally attest to the gravity of this situation. We must indeed speak and urgently."
dice=Charm 58]1d100
SL4 becomes 6 with attractive”Skaven.” Adela said, seriously. ”I am Adela von Suderburg, Priestess Captain of the Cult of Ulric. And I am glad that my spectacle drew you out, as my skills are best suited to open combat. The faithful of Sigmar are rightfully to be lauded for their ability to ferret out enemies who hide in shadows. We are all greatly in need of your expertise.” She looked them all in the eyes as she spoke. ”Secular authorities are implicated. Our cults must work together.”
”The crowd got me here safely. Both from them and their allies. Without their cover I’d likely be dead by now. We have evidence. I would be happy to discuss this, but we should not do so here. I would appreciate if we may do so at the Temple of Ulric, so that I may wash the blood off, and report this to my superiors as well.”
SL +3 which loses to Adela's SL +6
The high priest of Sigmar listens carefully to Adela (and even more carefully looks over her figure) and gives her a smile and a bow and steps close to her and speaks in a quiet voice. "Gottlieb Sperling, High Priest of Our Lord Sigmar in Nuln, it is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of such a lovely Lady Wolf of Ulric. We should retire to someplace away from prying eyes and ears to discuss this. You and I both know that word of a Skaven intrusion would cause panic, riot and ruin. The Temple of Ulric is closer than Sigmar's Temple, would you care to host our gathering?" Without waiting for an answer, Gottlieb signals to one of his aides and whispers to him. The aide signals to Gottlieb's retinue and except for the Witch Hunter the other's follow the aide back towards Sigmar's Temple. "Witch-Hunter Captain Reinhold Schild will accompany us as he will lead any expedition to deal with a cult that challenges the rightful rule of Sigmar."
Adela bowed her head and smiled at the high priest. ”Thank you, it is an honor.”
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Impressed with Adela's boldness, Hanna follows in the Wolf Captain's wake.
With the boisterous crowd, it is easy for Hanna to remain inconspicuous, not wanting her presence to dampen the enthusiasm Adela is able to muster.
Likewise, when the Sigmarites confront them, she doe not draw attention to herself, knowing her presence may blunt Adela's out her in public.
Once they've entered the security of Adela's temple, she'll feel more confident to speak her mind...
Ubaldo launches into a description of what has occured.
"We were each summoned by a letter to meet with Hieronymous Ostwald, Secretary to Her Serene Highness. We were tasked with venturing into the sewers to discover what force had caused the disappearance of most of the sewer jacks. Ostwald brought us to a divination ritual involving three blue mages. That ended poorly as one was possessed by a demon and slew the others before we slew it. After some days of preparation, we once again with Ostwald, who expressed fear of interference by the secret police before we entered the sewers."
"Once in the sewers, we soon ran into conflict. A group of Skaven - the very real ratmen. Those including a rat ogre, we slew. Soon after, a barrier or dam was breached and flooded the tunnels we were in. We escaped and came across a trio of hooded figures. One fled. The other two were skaven, including a white-furred caster, which we also slew and from whose bodies we retrieved a list of names. We gave chase to the third figure, who turned out to be none other than Count von Halstadt. One tense standoff later, he agreed to meet with us. This was yesterday."
"Today, we met with him. Von Halstadt was able to maintain a demeanour of politeness for only a short time before exposing himself under basic questions. He admitted to allying with the skaven to fight a chaos cult, supposedly to defend his patron with whom he had a frankly disturbing fixation. As part of this "alliance", he poisoned the sewer jacks on the ratmen's say-so. He was determined to have the list, which he believed to be a list of chaos cultists and made it clear that he would execute everyone on that list. Any attempt to make him see reason and repent for his crimes only revealed further depths to his delusions and bloodlust. He actually believed the word of these rats and their lies about their own numbers. Priestess von Suderburg here executed him. After this, we discovered a secret passage and chamber of the Counts. After retrieving documents from there, we exfiltrated through a sewer exit, and reached street level not long ago. It was then that we proclaimed our victory and that it came to your ears."
"You can see the utmost severity of this situation. Thanks to a gullible and high-placed madman, Nuln has been made vulnerable to the skaven and any other enemy who chooses to strike at us from below. We need to be united and as steel in our resolve. Do we have the support of the Temple of Sigmar?"
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Now washed, so she wasn’t covered in blood and sewer-filth, Adela was dressed in the simple robes of the clergy of Ulric. This included her axe and wolf-cloak. If anything it accentuated her natural charms. As Ubaldo laid out what had transpired, she quietly provided the evidence at the appropriate times. The head of the grey seer. The head of Von Halstadt. The letter of targets that were provided by the skaven. Thus, with the story being told, each detail was immediately supported by physical evidence.
Now washed, so she wasn’t covered in blood and sewer-filth, Adela was dressed in the simple robes of the clergy of Ulric. This included her axe and wolf-cloak. If anything it accentuated her natural charms. As Ubaldo laid out what had transpired, she quietly provided the evidence at the appropriate times. The head of the grey seer. The head of Von Halstadt. The letter of targets that were provided by the skaven. Thus, with the story being told, each detail was immediately supported by physical evidence.
Witch-hunter Captain Reinhold Schild leans forward as he hangs on every word of the story. ”Sir, we must gather our forces and strike at once. I will personally lead our forces and by Sigmar, I Reinhold Schild, will destroy this outrage.!”
Gottlieb gives you all a questioning look. ”As Reinhold said we will join you in destroying the infestation of our city but so far I have no clear idea of where to strike? Where would you have our force go? The sewers is too broad of a suggestion as we could spend weeks searching and find nothing.”
Dirk was relieved at the sudden turn in events following the sudden turn in events. It seemed that he wouldn't be branded a noble-murderer today, at least.
As Gottlieb asked for further direction, Dirk took the opportunity to speak up, "Well, the most obvious thing we can do is go back down to scout the sewers again. I'd agree that sending down soldiers in force with no idea where to go is unwise. Mighty convenient for our enemies that the Count had all the Sewer Jacks killed..."
Then another thought strikes him. "We also found some coded messages in the hidden chamber of the Count's that we mentioned earlier. We weren't able to figure them out in a hurry, but if some of the scholars here put their heads together, maybe they can make something of it. Could go back there now to make sure we didn't miss anything important as well...we were in a rush."
"It is excellent to hear such a response and of course, we do require a target."
"Indeed, Dirk. We could make good use of the Library's resources and perhaps shed some light on where we must strike!"
Hanna chooses that moment to step from the shadows, "Yes, we have a coded message. I must bend the resources of the local university to decipher it. Also, I was able to discern the mark of the Rat on the Count, though the others could not see it."
Her piece said, she waits for the inevitable disdain and hatred from the Witch Hunter and other Sigmarites when they realized they had a Wizard in their presence.
Dirk was relieved at the sudden turn in events following the sudden turn in events. It seemed that he wouldn't be branded a noble-murderer today, at least.
As Gottlieb asked for further direction, Dirk took the opportunity to speak up, "Well, the most obvious thing we can do is go back down to scout the sewers again. I'd agree that sending down soldiers in force with no idea where to go is unwise. Mighty convenient for our enemies that the Count had all the Sewer Jacks killed..."
Then another thought strikes him. "We also found some coded messages in the hidden chamber of the Count's that we mentioned earlier. We weren't able to figure them out in a hurry, but if some of the scholars here put their heads together, maybe they can make something of it. Could go back there now to make sure we didn't miss anything important as well...we were in a rush."
Gottlieb Sperling says, "Herr Liestag, I would caution against another visit to the Count's home. He was rumored to be the leader of the powerful secret police. It would not be safe to have the new head of the secret police find you've been looking into his predecessor."
"I agree that you must decipher the messages, they could be critical. The Library at the University would indeed be a good place to start."
Hanna chooses that moment to step from the shadows, "Yes, we have a coded message. I must bend the resources of the local university to decipher it. Also, I was able to discern the mark of the Rat on the Count, though the others could not see it."
Her piece said, she waits for the inevitable disdain and hatred from the Witch Hunter and other Sigmarites when they realized they had a Wizard in their presence.
The Witch-Hunter gives Hanna a long, long hard look. Gottlieb quietly speaks to him and Reinhold appears to relax a bit. "Since the reign of Magnus the Pious, we who devote our lives to Sigmar have become more accepting of users of Magick though we do believe that all Magick comes from Chaos and is therefore tainted. Your garb and possessions indicate a Wizard of Hysh. Is that so? We would consider that the least, uhm, unclean of the wizard orders and have worked with them occasionally in the past to both of our betterment. We shall treat you with respect unless some action of yours warrants a different approach."
Finally Gottlieb stares with some coldness into Adela's eyes and the kindly old man shows the steel of his character that allowed him to fight and claw his way to the leader of the Temple of Sigmar in one of the most important cities in the Old World. "You have done well Wolf-Priest but remember that the turf batter over Nuln was won long ago by Sigmar and that will NOT CHANGE. We gladly work with our Brothers and Sisters of Ulric but in turn they need to remember this is not their city. Your little parade earlier presses up against the line of what we will tolerate." With that said, the kindly old man is back and bids you a good day and suggests that you all meet for dinner to discuss the findings of your investigations.
Jarvey eyes the imposing priestess wearily;
"Presume you Wolves got a store o' decent spirits..? S-somethin' to warm the c-cockles as well as the soul? If so I'm with you Mistress..."
Jarvey seems to have gone from pale and hair plastered to his sweating forhead, to now very green about the gills.
To everyone and no-one in particular he mutters;
"Not that anyone gives a tuppenny toss fir a halfer like me, but I'm feelin' worse fir wears... Think a trip to an apothecary is in order afore I start spillin' my guts all over t' streets..."
"We shall head to the library then, and share our findings as soon as possible. We all want the same thing here - to protect Nuln from those who would do her harm."
Seeing Jarvey, Ubaldo utters:
"By Sigmar, Jarvey, you look dreadful! Take one of these to begin with for the fatigue. I have other vials but I know not if they would help you."
He passes over a vitality draught .
5 x Faxtoryll
5 x Healing Draught
5 x Healing Poultice
5 x Salwort
5 x Vitality Draught (now 4 presumably!)
He then says to Dirk:
"Could you escort Herr Glintloque here to an apothecary? Time is of the essence but he clearly needs additional assistance? I know a good one..."
Dirk nods at Ubaldo's suggestion and stands before Jarvey. "Can you walk?"
Jarvey rejects the proffered elixir;
"Much abliged Master Hartig... Afraid I won't keep it down long enough ta work its magicks... 'sides its not fatigue. Fever, and the trots..."
At Dirk's question he nods vigorously;
"Barely... but if the prospect of skittin' me breeches ain't impetus enough to get me leggies workin' then God's know what is!"
The halfling racks his brain for a nearby apothecary...
:
Jarvey rejects the proffered elixir;
"Much abliged Master Hartig... Afraid I won't keep it down long enough ta work its magicks... 'sides its not fatigue. Fever, and the trots..."
At Dirk's question he nods vigorously;
"Barely... but if the prospect of skittin' me breeches ain't impetus enough to get me leggies workin' then God's know what is!"
The halfling racks his brain for a nearby apothecary...
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Following Ubaldo's directions, you and Dirk easily find your way to the Apothecary.
"Sounds like you've got Ratte Fever lad," the elderly Apothecary tells Jarvey. "You're going to need to see a Physician to really treat that, but I can sell you some Digestive Tonic that'll keep you from puking out your guts until then. Should try and get it taken care of though soon as possible, the symptoms just get worse. Doktor Drexler is probably the best you can find outside the palace, maybe even better than the royal Doktor." He draws you a simple street map to Drexler's home.
"We shall head to the library then, and share our findings as soon as possible. We all want the same thing here - to protect Nuln from those who would do her harm."
Seeing Jarvey, Ubaldo utters:
"By Sigmar, Jarvey, you look dreadful! Take one of these to begin with for the fatigue. I have other vials but I know not if they would help you."
He passes over a vitality draught .
** spoiler omitted **
He then says to Dirk:
"Could you escort Herr Glintloque here to an apothecary? Time is of the essence but he clearly needs additional assistance? I know a good one..."
The University of Nuln is an ancient institution, one of the first schools founded in the Empire and certainly dating back to the earliest days of the Empire. Though its prominence has waned somewhat, especially in the face of the progressive centres of learning in Altdorf, the University is respected and regarded as one of the finest in the world. Part of Nuln's cosmopolitan nature stems from the diverse student body that comes to study here, for wealthy parents send their children from as far away as Araby to study here. The school specializes in mathematics, philosophy, theology, literature, and some sciences, disdaining the fringe sciences of newer programs. A student studying here receives a fine, albeit classical, education, with an attention to becoming a good imperial citizen. The student body is almost exclusively noble, with only a very few sons of the merchant class in attendance—tuition is high indeed.
The campus of the university rivals that of the Imperial Gunnery School. Situated along Commercial Way, it consists of four large buildings—three hold lecture halls, while the last is for students—surrounding a great statue of the school's founder, Sebastian Veit, a scholar and pious follower of Sigmar. Each building is named for a cardinal point: North Hall, East Hall, South Hall, and West Hall (the dorms). The school's architecture is much like the Imperial Gunnery School, being large and intimidating. Visitors can tour the South Hall to look out onto the Reik Platz, though only at certain times, which change with each semester. Decorated with the stone busts that celebrate the great scholars who studied or taught here, as well as religious paintings recounting the deeds of Sigmar, Magnus the Pious, and others of import to the Empire's history, the interiors are not much more appealing than the exterior.
The North Hall contains the University of Nuln Library which takes up the top two floors of the massive building. A librarian is helpful in narrowing down the area of the library to look.
Taking the tonic in a sweating hand, as he tries to ignore the increasing lurch of his bowels, Jarvey looks pensively to Dirk;
"Heh. Bottom's up an' not out eh?!"
He smiles weakly and gulps the elixir down...
As the fire in his belly temporarily recedes, the Coach Meister breathes easier and looks to the elderly Apothecary;
"My thanks for the map and my breeches thank you for the tonic. How much do I owe?"
Taking the tonic in a sweating hand, as he tries to ignore the increasing lurch of his bowels, Jarvey looks pensively to Dirk;
"Heh. Bottom's up an' not out eh?!"
He smiles weakly and gulps the elixir down...
[dice=Endurance 50 (+20)]1d100
As the fire in his belly temporarily recedes, the Coach Meister breathes easier and looks to the elderly Apothecary;
"My thanks for the map and my breeches thank you for the tonic. How much do I owe?"
"I am glad that it helped sir. That'll be 3 Shillings."
Jarvey forces a smile and hands over the coins;
"3 Shimmies well spent. My thanks."
He looks over the map, then nods to Dirk;
"Right big'n. Lets get to this Doktor before things take a turn for the worse again..."
Jarvey and Dirk follow the map toward's Doktor Drexler. A short distance from Drexler's home. you pass through a small alleyway.
The University of Nuln is an ancient institution, one of the first schools founded in the Empire and certainly dating back to the earliest days of the Empire. Though its prominence has waned somewhat, especially in the face of the progressive centres of learning in Altdorf, the University is respected and regarded as one of the finest in the world. Part of Nuln's cosmopolitan nature stems from the diverse student body that comes to study here, for wealthy parents send their children from as far away as Araby to study here. The school specializes in mathematics, philosophy, theology, literature, and some sciences, disdaining the fringe sciences of newer programs. A student studying here receives a fine, albeit classical, education, with an attention to becoming a good imperial citizen. The student body is almost exclusively noble, with only a very few sons of the merchant class in attendance—tuition is high indeed.
The campus of the university rivals that of the Imperial Gunnery School. Situated along Commercial Way, it consists of four large buildings—three hold lecture halls, while the last is for students—surrounding a great statue of the school's founder, Sebastian Veit, a scholar and pious follower of Sigmar. Each building is named for a cardinal point: North Hall, East...
Senses perhaps heightened by the tincture, Jarvey attention is drawn toward threatening shadows in the alleyway;
"Dirk! Skaven around us! Count three!"
[dice=Initiative (Perception) 26-20]1d100
** spoiler omitted **
In the darkness of the alleyway, Dirk hears the quiet movements of the Skaven as they close preventing them from surprising them.
After a short time looking over the notes, Ubaldo looks up at Hanna.
"We need outside aid. For gold. Once we have arranged for a reliable researcher to take on this task, we need to gather Jarvey and Dirk if they have not already returned."
Dirk grips his warhammer tightly and nods to Jarvey. "Yeah, I hear them."
The halfling flashes a hard smile at Dirk's senses;
"Good to see those cauliflowers ain't just fir cushionin' blows!"
Through gritted teeth he draws his repeater;
"Alright rat-boys let's be 'avin' it!"
Three of Clan Eshins finest assassins close on the two of you. Their robes are black, their fur is dyed midnight black, even their tails and teeth are dyed black. The distinctive stench of attacking Skaven is missing from these three and they say nothing but move together in harmony as if they have practiced this maneuver for years. The only light source they have is their long stabbing daggers each that glow with the putrid green of Warpstone. As everyone knows, sometimes even a single drop of Warpstone in the blood can cause hideous mutations.
Initiative Order
Three Master Assassins - The Skaven movement is almost like a blur, it is so fast compared to Dirk and Jarvey
Dirk and Jarvey (in any order)
Assassins 1 and 2 spring forward at Dirk, identifying him as the bigger threat as in Skaven society, size is usually correlated with deadliness. Assassin 3 charges Jarvey.
Assassin 1 Attack Roll
Failure with SL -3
Assassin 2 Attack Roll
Success with SL of +6
Assassin 3 Attack Roll
Failure with SL -1
After a short time looking over the notes, Ubaldo looks up at Hanna.
"We need outside aid. For gold. Once we have arranged for a reliable researcher to take on this task, we need to gather Jarvey and Dirk if they have not already returned."
The famous researcher Hieronymous agrees to try to decipher the parchment for you.
Neither Dirk nor Jarvey arrived at the library. You do know that they were heading to the Apothecary earlier.
Hanna takes the translated note from Hieronymous and looks with dismay at the revealed syllables, "Another mystery! Perhaps a ritual or command..." she trails off , lost in thought.
But she remembers her manners and offers the researcher a few gold for his troubles.
The putting the original cipher and translation under her tunic, turns to Ublado, "Let us see how Jarvey is holding up under the minstrations of the Apothecary..."
"We should. Hopefully he has not had a mishap."
Dirk defends against the oncoming Skaven with his shield, trying to blunt the force of their attack.
"Little runts!" Dirk shouts as he tries to bring his warhammer down on the rat-creatures.
"We should. Hopefully he has not had a mishap."
Ubaldo's excellent Night Vision allows him to see a scuffle that's occurring in an alleyway a few blocks away. The details are hard to make out but you can tell there are 5 creatures engaged in a fight, 4 of them man-sized and 1 the size of a fat child.
Dirk defends against the oncoming Skaven with his shield, trying to blunt the force of their attack.
[dice=Melee (Defense) Shield 43 (+1 SL) vs Skaven 1]1d100
[dice=Melee (Defense) Shield 43 (+1 SL) vs Skaven 2]1d100"Little runts!" Dirk shouts as he tries to bring his warhammer down on the rat-creatures.
[dice=Melee (Basic) 63]1d100
Dirk almost contemptuously slams aside the attack of the first Skaven but unfortunately that pulls his shield out of position and allows the second Skaven to strike with his dagger. Between his farm bred toughness and his excellent armor, the Skaven's blade barely scratches Dirk's skin (1 Wound of Damage) but immediately that small scratch feels like it's both on fire and freezing at the same time. Dirk struggles to keep his balance...
Dirk puts his Warhammer to good use against Skaven 1.
Skaven had a Defense Roll of 84 which is a Failure with SL -2. Dirk had an Attack Roll of 47 which is a success with SL +2 which becomes SL +3 due to +1 SL for having a practical weapon. SL difference is +5 and Dirk now has Advantage +1.
Hit Location is 74 - Body
Damage is SB (5) + Weapon (4) + SL Diff (5) - AP (1) and TB (5) for a total of 8 Wounds inflicted.
The lead Skaven assassin staggers back after taking a crushing blow to his chest. However, even after being hit that hard, he makes so sound and his dagger is immediately up and ready to attack again.
That's exactly correct.
As they are set upon Jarvey brings his trusty repeator to bear on the Skaven assassin threatening to gut him...