"For a good time, visit Gretta 54 Altdorf way"
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Gretta gasps in horror as she see's Largyn lurch towards her, bloody fingers outstretched like some demonic children's toy! vs 35 (WP): SUCCESS! Gretta is actually TOO SCARED to faint, if such a thing is possible. She squeals and tries to backpedal in the frozen snow, but the corpse like hand still has a hold of her ankle! Something hits the snow and rolls past her then, sparking in the white snow...SSSSSSS....TINK...TINK...TINK... Gretta looks at 'The Raven' and blinks.
Despite all the horrible things she had done to torment Caspar, Gretta knew in that very moment that he was in fact the man she desperately loved. "CASPAR, NOOOOO!" she cries, drawing her long knife and leaping after the wayward bard before it's too late! vs 38 (AG): FAILED! The undead are too many! Where did they all come from?! Someone, no, SOMETHING grabs her ankle and Gretta goes down, landing hard on the ice packed earth. She can see it begin to happen then. Caspar squaring off against the monstrous form of some armored skeletal atrocity with burning blue eyes. In an act of desperation, Gretta hurls her dagger at the monster... vs 28 (BS): FAILED! wooosh...wooosh...wooosh! the blade spins end over end and vanishes into the inky blackness of Ulric's winter cloak. "Oh, Gods..."
Drying her tears, Gretta trails after the party, looking from left to right. "Well, that's done it," she says. "I think we've alerted every living thing within ten miles that we're here..." Gretta trudges forward, glaring at the back of Caspar's head.
As Gretta skulks away, covered in Kurgan blood and stung from being slapped by Caspar, her lip begins to quiver. vs 35 (WP): FAILED! Gretta lowers her head and bursts into tears, her arms wrapped around her shoulders as she weeps in great heaving sobs.
Gretta hits the snow HARD, a red welt rising from her blood stained cheek. Her eyes burn with rage and anger at being scorned and struck.
vs 39 (WP): FAIL! "How dare you strike me!" she screams, howling like a banshee. A moment later she's on her feet, launching herself at Caspar, all spit and venom. And then Njord is there, stepping between the two quarreling lovers like a living wall.
"All you need now do is to ride me like a horse." Gretta muses, toying with the locks of her hair. Dripping in human blood, it's a ghastly sight. Njord doesn't seem to mind in the least. Gretta then turns her gaze slowly towards Caspar as if to judge his reaction to her weighted comments. Wickedly, she smiles at him, toying with the last and final button of her now very strained blouse.
vs 55 (FEL +10% Seduction): FUMBLE!!!
Gretta turns a pale shade of green as blood and teeth spray all over her... vs 30 (T): EPIC 01 SUCCESS!!! A moment later the hue of sickness passes, and Gretta simply brushes the blood away from her eyes and smiles. Covered in a sheen of red, she has an almost demonic look about her now... "Hrm, I bet he didn't see that coming." Gretta laughs. THERE'S SOMETHING NOT RIGHT ABOUT THAT WOMAN!
Gretta leaps through the snow like a rabbit, bounding up to Caspar and Njord. "Oh, thank the Gods you're all right!" she exclaims leaving over to kiss...
"Caspar, no!" Gretta shouts in alarm as Caspar unexpectedly throws himself into the unfolding melee beyond.
Ironically, just then, another button on Gretta's blouse pops open. It's suddenly become VERY obvious that the young woman is working with ample tracks of land indeed! Largyn, Njord and Caspar all gawk openly, though Caspar does a better job of disguising it (barely). Albrecht facepalms his forehead, clearly not impressed by Gretta's antics.
"Uh, if we're done congratulating each other, there's Kurgan over there that stand between us and Wolfenburg. I don't think they're just going to let us walk in." Gretta sighs. "I don't know about any of you, but I could really use a good bath..." Gretta begins to dream of the warm cozy inn's of Wolfenburg she's always heard so much about.
"Hrmph, this hidden tunnel isn't quite so hidden anymore, is it?" One by one each of you cast Gretta a sidelong glare as if to say, Thank you Mistress Obvious!
Gretta, (seemingly) shocked, steps in front of Njord and raises her hands. "M'lords?!" She shouts, "Is this how we treat our prisoners in the Empire? Have we really fallen that far?" You see a sly grin flicker across her face before she turns. "Warrior," she says at last, stepping towards the Kurgan. "I'm not sure if you understand me, but know this. Things will go better for you if you talk. We promise food and water and a warm place will be provided for you." "Warm place under earth," Njord mutters to himself, looking unhappy. Ignoring this, Gretta continues. "Will you not cooperate?" Gretta kneels close to the Kurgan warrior (but out of arms length, she's not stupid), the top buttons of her peasants blouse magically pop open as she does so.
vs 34 (FEL -10%): Your jaws drop as Gretta turns on the charm. There's something about this woman that isn't right! You keep saying it to yourself and yet...she's so damn charming!
"Uh, Captain? Lutke's sleeping again..."
"I have a bad feeling about this..."
Gretta lets out a gasp of horror, stepping forward on her tip toes to better see the scene unfolding below her, grabbing both the arm of Caspar and Njord. Both men turn their heads to stare at Gretta, then look at one another. They blink.
"I suppose the least we can do is dig a grave for him. A really...small...grave." Gretta blinks.
vs 36 (INT): Gretta gives Lutke a grim look. His wounds, whatever caused them, are beyond her limited skills. Making her way to the wounded soldier:
Gretta bites her lip and cocks her head slightly as the dying man slumps backwards with a final gasp of breath. It's hard to tell from her expression how she feels. She almost seems clinically detached, as if she's studying the nature of death, waiting to catch of glimpse of Morr himself as he snatches the life from the fallen soldier. You come to the conclusion that Gretta is a complicated woman with some serious baggage.
It's strange, Gretta thinks, that living a life under such dire circumstances as these could feel comforting. And yet, somehow it does. These people, these brave and broken Gray Wolves, have become the closest thing to family Gretta has ever known. After having prepared the evening meal, Gretta moves from slumped figure to slumped figure, tending wounds with her healers craft.
CASPAR: vs 36 (INT): NJORD: vs 36 (INT): ALBRECHT: vs 36 (INT): KRAK: vs 36 (INT): BOOM: vs 36 (INT): WOUNDED STRANGER: vs 36 (INT): In the end Gretta does amazing work, spreading soothing ointments over savage wounds, bandaging shattered fingers and broken limbs. And yet, something goes terribly wrong when she attends the wounded horseman...
No longer rocking back and forth, Gretta stands, looking about nervously. "Just a dream then?" she whispers, clutching the side of a half burned wagon.
Gretta's mind swims with the impossible shift in reality before her. As a child she'd always been special, given to strange visions and dreams, but THIS was something else entirely. "Oh Gods," she gasps. "What...what is happening?" Looking upon the face of her companions, their eyes are a mirror of her own shock and horror. vs Will Power 39: FAILED! Something in Gretta's already fragile mind bends sharply and then suddenly snaps. Gasping for breath she collapses backwards into a prone sitting position, rocking back and forth...back and forth.
"Oh...Gods..."
LUTKE: Trying to grab Gretta has become as easy as walking uphill in a gale storm. Some unspeakable invisible force is howling around her now, and the strange wind you had sensed before has become nothing short of a torrential howl! "Ssalmani-ia ana GISHBAR tapqida duppira!" she incants, and then all at once slamming her hands together there is a crack of thunder and an ominous screaming laughter that withers the very courage from your bones! The Cave Troll howls in what must be terror, it's wild eyes staring this way and that. vs WP 27 <-- Failure! With a terrible howl of primal fear, the massive Cave Troll turns in a panic, charging into the low burning fire Albrecht had set earlier, crashing through the packed Dwarvish cart (sending debris flying everywhere) and into the cold foothills beyond. Then, silence... Gretta's eyes swim back into her face and she swoons, confused. "What, what happened?" A moment later she faints...
A strange shadow passes over Gretta's face as her eyes begin to flicker backwards in her head... "Epu-ush salam kashshapi-ia u kashshapi-ia!" She moans, "Ina qibit iqbu-u ilani mushitum!" "UPU UNTI PI-IA IPRUSU!" she howls in primal rage, hands extended!
The Tryst of Caspar and Gretta: Panting, Gretta rolls off you, the soft curves of her young body framed by the distant firelight where your fellow Gray Wolves are camped. You've never felt more invigorated in your life!
"Caspar, I think I might love you." Gretta muses, pressing herself against you once again. "But there are things about me," she pauses, her face filled with fear. "I'm not like other girls." Her secret, whatever it might be, is cut suddenly short by her screams of alarm! You reach for the cold steel of your blade and roll, half naked, to your feet. THERE! Eyes? EYES IN THE DARK!
The Tryst of Caspar and Gretta: Extending her hand, Gretta leads you away from the roaring flames of the camp and the drunken songs of the Dwarves, deeper into the cool darkness of the low roofed cave. "I know I should be grateful to be in the company of so many brave men. But truth be told, I've been waiting for a chance to be alone with you." Gretta laughs, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She pulls you down towards her, folding you into her warm embrace. "Quickly now, before the others notice we're gone!"
As you busy yourself with the final preparations for the night, you notice Gretta slide her way next to Caspar, sitting at his side while whispering into his ear. You can't make out what is said... For Caspar's Ears Only: "So, I was thinking that I might make amends for destroying your precious loot. What say you let the others stand watch this night? Share my bedroll with me, Sir Knight?" Knight? What's all this nonsense about?! And then you look into her eyes, radiant pools of desire, the locks of her red hair...wait, wasn't it blond? You could have sworn... Gretta blinks, tugging at your tunic.
Gretta shivers in the chill afternoon sun, her eyes locked curiously on the group of six naked men standing knee deep in snow. "I've heard rumors of something strange happening in Altdorf. I guess there was some truth to it?" As the men begin to ramble and chant once more about the second coming of Sigmar, Gretta clutches her garments tightly, wrapping her cloak about her shoulders. A look of fear crosses her youthful face. |