“I am the Hammer.
I am his word in this land,
I am the bearer of His blessings.
I am the Gauntlet about His fist.
I am the Bane of His foes
and the woes of the treacherous.
I am the End”
Blessed be Sigmar and his holy hammer.
Contrarily to some of my companions, I welcomed Curd Weiss’ offer to inspect the road on which some convoys had been lost. Indeed, what seemed like a petty mission could very well provide leads as to who wanted to disrupt commerce in the city, and especially the arrival of gunpowder, which was in itself a threat to the safety of the city. I felt inside me that this Black Cowl was part of a larger conspiracy to weaken the Empire.
By a dreary and rainy morning we left the city on foot, using my dear old Silver to carry the excess gear, as well as Fraulein Meitner. Her garment was most irregular: had she not been wearing riding boots, her dress would have revealed her ankles. I shall have to atune for noticing this. I cannot afford to be distracted by such matters, not when I am so close to priesthood…
Our job was to find go to the Welcome Inn on the road, and ask if they had seen the missing coach. Easy enough, it is about 12 miles from the city. The missing cart was transporting fine silks from Cathay, a few crates of wine and some black powder. Heavy rains from the previous night turned the road to mud and may help tracking the wagon, had it gone off-road.
An hour after passing the city’s North Gate, we encountered a garishly adorned wagon (a moving shop it seemed, with many drawers and collapsible stalls on the outside), driven by an old woman wearing a wide brim hat. Otto tried to take a look at the content of the drawers and got the attention of the wagon’s other resident, a dog. He decided to give up his inquisitive manners before I could get my cat o’ nine tails ready to chastise him… A discussion ensued, but we did not learn anything useful from the old lady. She had not seen the Red Arrow wagon on her trip, which was a bad sign. Lisa bought a red scarf from the peddler and we were on our “merry” way.
The landscape around us was rolling hills criss-crossed with rocky paths, clumps of trees from time to time. Eisadryil Sunblood soon spotted a set of recent wheel tracks getting off the road. Lisa Meitner dismounted and started checking the side of the road. She spotted a strange creature: brown beard, pointy ears, very large and square, and the legs of a goat … A Satyre ? A beastman ? He took off and scampered into the wild. Fraulein Meitner came back to us and explained the strange encounter. I could not let such an altered beast escape and searched in the direction Lisa was coming from. I soon found more tracks from the wagon and followed them. They led me to a creek, where more mutated monstrosities were eating and drinking around the wreckage of the Red Arrow coach. These vile creatures were drunk and arguing. They had slaughtered the ox that was previously pulling the cart and eating it. Most of the bottles from the shipment were opened, the keg of powder was opened and part of its content had poured into the water already. The silk seemed untouched. Outnumbered, I decided to go fetch the rest of our company, to prepare a proper ambush. Alas, Sigmar judged this attempt at stealth as cowardly, and I was quickly spotted by the monsters. Some of them started fetching their weapons, other were already charging. I decided to retreat in orderly but swift fashion so as to bring the beasts toward the rest of our group.
Battle ensued… Lisa and Eisadryil provided ranged support while Jaimyn Chakir Yarekson and I rushed to contact. Otto prefered a more subtle approach and started flanking the enemy, but was intercepted by the very same goat-like creature that Fraulein Meitner had previously encountered. Several crushed skulls and pierced hearts later, we were victorious. The satyre, named Tom, somehow negotiated with Otto for his safe passage, against some information: he mentioned that another group of similar brigand was part of the same outfit. We noticed that all the corpses wore the same scare mark, cut into their flesh: a crown with 3 prongs. This could be an important information.
We turned the wagon upright and recovered what could be saved: some powder that Otto kept for his blunderbuss, several bolts of fine silk, and a couple bottles. Silver would pull the wagon for the rest of our journey. We followed several bloody tracks along the creek, and found the remains of the driver. What was left of them, that is. It seemed the creatures had eaten most of him. We buried what was left of them and I provided a short prayer for the safe departure of their eternal souls. We gathered some wood and burned what was left of the corrupted creatures. With our duty done, we resumed our trip toward the Welcome inn.
The fortified inn by the road shared its grounds with a convent of shallaya: the Shallayan Institution of Treatment. I paid the sisters my respect and cleaned myself from my enemies’ impure blood. Otto decided to follow me, but was more interested in the sisters’ wiles than in their wisdom. I made sure he was no trouble to them. The rest of the group settled in and used Curd Weiss’ note to get room and board. The place was very comfortable and we spent a very restful night there. After a solid breakfast, we departed the next morning and headed back to Averheim with the recovered wagon.
As we reached the city and made our way to the Red Arrow on Festag (the day of rest), we noticed Averheil was very quiet and covered with a light fog. Weiss was satisfied with the result of our mission and paid what he had promised. He had another job for us, and we were to visit him the next day.
We later investigated the crown shaped tattoos we had noticed on the mutants. It belong to a cult for mutants, which was once powerful and was now only the shadow of its former self. We inquired about Ute’s whereabouts, and discovered that she was still missing.