Andric Vogel's Journal Vol II
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Marktag, 22nd Day of the Month of Pflugzeit:
Asked by Father Morten to deliver missives to my companions to request they attend him regarding the icon tomorrow. Still no word on Rudiger or Oldric at The Blazing Hearth. Silas Greentree should be given an award from the temple for his culinary skills. Luther and Diebold on another hunting trip. Left word with Silas to inform them.
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Backertag, 23rd Day of the Month of Pflugzeit:
A great test Sigmar sent me and my companions today!
It started normal enough, Luther and Diebold arrived at the temple and I escorted them to Father Morten. Father Morten asked for their stories, thanked them on behalf of the temple, then rewarded us with gold. He then asked us to report to Commander Shutzmann our experiences on the road north and the number and nature of the small beastman army that pursued us north. We did so.
While there we were accused of murdering Father Morten. This false accusation was quickly proved such by our logic.
A fine young watchman, Nicodemus was given the task of finding Father Morten's killer. Commander Shutzmann asked that we assist. We were given a warrant, signed by Shutzmann, in order to assist the undermanned watch in investigating this heinous crime within the temple precincts.
The Icon was stolen by Father Morten's killer and his notes taken. We quickly determined that the murderer killed father Morten with a dart from the second story window. We retrieved the dart and tried to follow the tracks left by the attacker, to no avail. On returning to the watch, we learned that three others were recently murdered with the same weapon as Father Morten. We visited each of the murder sites and located a blood trail leading from one site to the sewers.
The watchman was slain outside the offices that Father Morten kept for teaching at the Collegium Theologica. Those offices were searched.
At the Dwarfen Engineer's Guild we were made to wait outside while Throngor entered and spoke with the doorman, a pompous dwarf. Throngor said that something of value was taken, but would say little. I was able to coax meaning from his obscure speech. Stolen was a map of the sewers.
At the Morrspark we discovered a band of possible Altdorfers had identified the third man who had been murdered as Gerhard Kroen, commiting his body to burial and commisioning a tombstone with the twin-tailed comet of Sigmar, sword on the sinister and hammer on the dexter with the letters O and F on sinister and dexter sides, respectively. There were three men, one tall and black-haired with a scar down the left hand side of his nose, who appeared to the priest of Morr to be the leader. A shorter, portly man, and a tall, strongly built one who appeared to be a fighter.
I wished strongly to identify the mark on the gravestone, but none could tell me more and Luther and Nicodemus claimed the spoor may be damaged or wiped away and they not be able to track the killer if they did not follow the trail quickly, and I was overidden by their concerns.
Concerned that the forces of darkness would have the better of us without daylight, I asked Luther if it would be possible to wait till morning, as it was nearly eight bells, and Morrslieb was full. Luther again said that he feared his ability to track the killer would fade with the dawn's light.
Nicodemus reported all to his commander, and we began our descent into the noisome deeps of the city's sewer system at ten bells. Long, disgusting, and loathsome was that trek.
Finally, near dawn, we discovered near one of the exits of the sewers unto the slopes of the Fauschag, a section of brickwork without mortar. Throngor led us through that place, where we were almost immediately beset by a horde of loathsome rat-men. We aqcuitted ourselves well, though Throngor was sore wounded even before the gruesome rat-thing of twice my hieght came. Nicodemus, possessed of the spirit of Sigmar in that moment, charged the foul creature, protecting Throngor. A ratman of a different sort followed the creature, whipping it and skittering in their foul, blasphemous tongue.
Truly, were we not blessed by Sigmar himself at that moment?! Were these foul mutants not the very thing Sigmar wishes good men to fight?! Shouting with joy and true faith, I leapt to join Nicodemus in fighting the beast as Luther shot arrow after arrow into it.
Diebold and Throngor turned and rejoined the fray after killing many of the lesser ratmen. Just as we slew that great beast, I heard a 'thupt' of air behind me. The next I knew Luther fell, clutching his chest, his face turning blue. I then located the source of the sound, yelling to my companions. Diebold, ever quick with his sword, found the assassin and struck him down with one mighty blow.
Throngor pulled the dart from Luther's flank, and I managed to stabilize him with my medical skills.
We searched the rest of the lair, locating the frame of the icon, but not its contents. Indeed, we found many crowns as well most of them of Middenhiem mint, and located the map stolen from the Dwarfen Engineers.
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Bezahltag, 24th Day of the Month of Pflugzeit:
We were given a reward by the Watch and Luther and Throngor recover even as I write this at Luther's bedside in the garrett room of The Blazing Hearth.
Luther is cheerful, when not sleeping heavily, and his recovery seems assured.
The late afternoon suns slants through the window, illuminating the dwarfish cypher on the map, and I cannot help but wish that the excercise of my faith in my Lord Sigmar did not require the death of and danger to such good people as Father Morten and my friend Luther here. Shutzmann rewarded us handsomely for our efforts, and Diebold and our new friends and companions, Nicodemus and Throngor await me downstairs.
Many are the people who are courting Diebold. Even his exceedingly minor nobility has led the common folk and even the few nobles aware of goings on around them to see him as the leader who saw us through the ratmen lair. I agree with them; he is a strong son of Sigmar, and I believe him to be capable of even greater things in future. He has yet to buy a round of drinks, so many are those who wish to ply the squire who slew Morten's killer with one stroke of his blade.
Throngor has bandages everywhere it seems, but already I can hear the dwarfish drinking songs begin. He seems to have made some decision, though he hoards his words as all his folk do.
Nicodemus Krebs is the toast of the Watch, and already there is talk of elevating him to sergeant's rank.
Oldric has left word of his pride in us, and says he will join us this evening.
I think on the darkness of the past weeks and feel once more the glory of Sigmar's hand on my shoulder for my part in winning one more night from the darkness. Stout friends have I, and none could count himself luckier than I.
My friends and I shall cherish this night we have wrested from the Evil that has broken its teeth on this ancient city. Still the maw gapes, ready to swallow our light. We burn all the brighter for it!
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Konistag-Festag, 25th through the 27th Day of the Month of Flugzeit:
Things move quickly, and I have not had much time to write except this evening, the 27th. Luther and Throngor continue to recover. Luther is up and around and has been seen by a physician, who asked today that he chop some wood and test his heart. It seems that he as made a full recovery, thanks to Shallaya and the guiding hand of Sigmar. Throngor shows the blessings of his blood, and heals with ease.
Asked by Father Morten to deliver missives to my companions to request they attend him regarding the icon tomorrow. Still no word on Rudiger or Oldric at The Blazing Hearth. Silas Greentree should be given an award from the temple for his culinary skills. Luther and Diebold on another hunting trip. Left word with Silas to inform them.
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Backertag, 23rd Day of the Month of Pflugzeit:
A great test Sigmar sent me and my companions today!
It started normal enough, Luther and Diebold arrived at the temple and I escorted them to Father Morten. Father Morten asked for their stories, thanked them on behalf of the temple, then rewarded us with gold. He then asked us to report to Commander Shutzmann our experiences on the road north and the number and nature of the small beastman army that pursued us north. We did so.
While there we were accused of murdering Father Morten. This false accusation was quickly proved such by our logic.
A fine young watchman, Nicodemus was given the task of finding Father Morten's killer. Commander Shutzmann asked that we assist. We were given a warrant, signed by Shutzmann, in order to assist the undermanned watch in investigating this heinous crime within the temple precincts.
The Icon was stolen by Father Morten's killer and his notes taken. We quickly determined that the murderer killed father Morten with a dart from the second story window. We retrieved the dart and tried to follow the tracks left by the attacker, to no avail. On returning to the watch, we learned that three others were recently murdered with the same weapon as Father Morten. We visited each of the murder sites and located a blood trail leading from one site to the sewers.
The watchman was slain outside the offices that Father Morten kept for teaching at the Collegium Theologica. Those offices were searched.
At the Dwarfen Engineer's Guild we were made to wait outside while Throngor entered and spoke with the doorman, a pompous dwarf. Throngor said that something of value was taken, but would say little. I was able to coax meaning from his obscure speech. Stolen was a map of the sewers.
At the Morrspark we discovered a band of possible Altdorfers had identified the third man who had been murdered as Gerhard Kroen, commiting his body to burial and commisioning a tombstone with the twin-tailed comet of Sigmar, sword on the sinister and hammer on the dexter with the letters O and F on sinister and dexter sides, respectively. There were three men, one tall and black-haired with a scar down the left hand side of his nose, who appeared to the priest of Morr to be the leader. A shorter, portly man, and a tall, strongly built one who appeared to be a fighter.
I wished strongly to identify the mark on the gravestone, but none could tell me more and Luther and Nicodemus claimed the spoor may be damaged or wiped away and they not be able to track the killer if they did not follow the trail quickly, and I was overidden by their concerns.
Concerned that the forces of darkness would have the better of us without daylight, I asked Luther if it would be possible to wait till morning, as it was nearly eight bells, and Morrslieb was full. Luther again said that he feared his ability to track the killer would fade with the dawn's light.
Nicodemus reported all to his commander, and we began our descent into the noisome deeps of the city's sewer system at ten bells. Long, disgusting, and loathsome was that trek.
Finally, near dawn, we discovered near one of the exits of the sewers unto the slopes of the Fauschag, a section of brickwork without mortar. Throngor led us through that place, where we were almost immediately beset by a horde of loathsome rat-men. We aqcuitted ourselves well, though Throngor was sore wounded even before the gruesome rat-thing of twice my hieght came. Nicodemus, possessed of the spirit of Sigmar in that moment, charged the foul creature, protecting Throngor. A ratman of a different sort followed the creature, whipping it and skittering in their foul, blasphemous tongue.
Truly, were we not blessed by Sigmar himself at that moment?! Were these foul mutants not the very thing Sigmar wishes good men to fight?! Shouting with joy and true faith, I leapt to join Nicodemus in fighting the beast as Luther shot arrow after arrow into it.
Diebold and Throngor turned and rejoined the fray after killing many of the lesser ratmen. Just as we slew that great beast, I heard a 'thupt' of air behind me. The next I knew Luther fell, clutching his chest, his face turning blue. I then located the source of the sound, yelling to my companions. Diebold, ever quick with his sword, found the assassin and struck him down with one mighty blow.
Throngor pulled the dart from Luther's flank, and I managed to stabilize him with my medical skills.
We searched the rest of the lair, locating the frame of the icon, but not its contents. Indeed, we found many crowns as well most of them of Middenhiem mint, and located the map stolen from the Dwarfen Engineers.
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Bezahltag, 24th Day of the Month of Pflugzeit:
We were given a reward by the Watch and Luther and Throngor recover even as I write this at Luther's bedside in the garrett room of The Blazing Hearth.
Luther is cheerful, when not sleeping heavily, and his recovery seems assured.
The late afternoon suns slants through the window, illuminating the dwarfish cypher on the map, and I cannot help but wish that the excercise of my faith in my Lord Sigmar did not require the death of and danger to such good people as Father Morten and my friend Luther here. Shutzmann rewarded us handsomely for our efforts, and Diebold and our new friends and companions, Nicodemus and Throngor await me downstairs.
Many are the people who are courting Diebold. Even his exceedingly minor nobility has led the common folk and even the few nobles aware of goings on around them to see him as the leader who saw us through the ratmen lair. I agree with them; he is a strong son of Sigmar, and I believe him to be capable of even greater things in future. He has yet to buy a round of drinks, so many are those who wish to ply the squire who slew Morten's killer with one stroke of his blade.
Throngor has bandages everywhere it seems, but already I can hear the dwarfish drinking songs begin. He seems to have made some decision, though he hoards his words as all his folk do.
Nicodemus Krebs is the toast of the Watch, and already there is talk of elevating him to sergeant's rank.
Oldric has left word of his pride in us, and says he will join us this evening.
I think on the darkness of the past weeks and feel once more the glory of Sigmar's hand on my shoulder for my part in winning one more night from the darkness. Stout friends have I, and none could count himself luckier than I.
My friends and I shall cherish this night we have wrested from the Evil that has broken its teeth on this ancient city. Still the maw gapes, ready to swallow our light. We burn all the brighter for it!
The City of Middenhiem, 2522 YoE, Konistag-Festag, 25th through the 27th Day of the Month of Flugzeit:
Things move quickly, and I have not had much time to write except this evening, the 27th. Luther and Throngor continue to recover. Luther is up and around and has been seen by a physician, who asked today that he chop some wood and test his heart. It seems that he as made a full recovery, thanks to Shallaya and the guiding hand of Sigmar. Throngor shows the blessings of his blood, and heals with ease.
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