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The Adventures of Darius Fontane III, Witch Hunter. Chapter 2


The Dwarf’s courier talked like a Halfling as he loaded his masters half of the gold onto the cart. He had been authorised, if we were successful, to inform us of a debt of honour that needed to be resolved. I made my scorn for such foolishness quite clear but, as I have come to expect from the company I keep, the sound of a reward had piqued their interest. I listened to the courier’s story for the mere interest of correcting the heathens when they would, undeniably, become disorientated later on. It seemed that the identity of a certain corpse had to be ascertained and Lord Bravia “himself” would pay us handsomely for the information. The corpse was in a tomb on the western edge of the Middle Mountains, only a few days walk according the priest Victor Vile. The overwhelming positive nature of the man is beginning to annoy me, its almost unnatural…

It took over two days of searching before we eventually found an entrance to the tomb. Vile had assured us it was nearby and was confident the path onwards would reveal itself soon enough. My master always said confidence was a shield for the weak minded. In the end the appetite of the troll slayer Thorgrim Longbeard was beneficial for once, the roof of the buried chamber beneath him gave way, giving access to the hero’s mausoleum.

Immediately upon entering the darkness our party came to realise the reason for such a tempting reward; an Ogre. I had always hoped to vanquish such a creature, a warped fusion of Chaos and man, my faith in such a feat fuelled by the memory of the mighty minotaur I had killed not 3 weeks hence. Alas my hopes were dashed as Talion, the Ranger Mage summoned a sword of fire to skewer the beast’s black heart. Despite my misgivings about the Elf’s magic powers they do, on occasion, prove useful. The magical boots found in the Ogre’s bag did not appear to be inherently evil and gave the wearer a much lighter and faster step. Quick to point out the advantages of such a find I quickly slipped them on before any ill-founded objections could be raised. Hesitation has led to many a man’s death.

Once again the priest insisted on lighting the dank passages in front of us as we moved through a maze of hallways. As I had feared, his eagerness led him astray. We chanced upon a corpse that had seemed to have fallen many years before, perhaps another fool ensnared by Bravia’s pleadings. Despite our warning, Victor moved quickly to perform last rites on the dead body and in doing so set off a vicious trap, resulting in a crude spear to shoot from the wall and impale his shoulder. Talion’s magicks were quick to repair the damage and, amusingly, the shock reduced the priest from his usual loud and inappropriate sermons to pathetic murmurings of penance.

As we emerged into a circular room bathed in a blue light, the Elf revealed that it was a focal point for the surrounding magical energies. While I could not sense such power I allowed myself the satisfaction that a closed mind is like a wall the Gods of Chaos cannot scale. My suspicions of those of us more inclined to the raw chaotic energies were put aside as Thorgrim demonstrated his hereditary sense for hidden doors by falling into a pit trap.

While he was not hurt as much as he deserved to be, the lack of rope to help him escape proved a dilemma. I was inclined to leave him where he was, the Dark Gods always welcome fools with open arms, but the other two showed a staggering lack of fortitude and refused to move on without him. Eventually I convinced the priest to rip his fur cloak into strips, tie them together and use the makeshift rope to pull the Dwarf up. Thankfully Thorgrim hadn’t heard of my plans of abandonment, the pettiness of a Dwarven grudge is something I can do without! Then, as we began to leave the chamber, a swarm of giant bats descended upon us requiring great sweeping blows to dispose of such vermin. My mind wanders now to my studies of foul Vampires using bats as spies, how far will my quest take me?
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Another series of passageways followed, twisting west with many branching corridors leading to other parts of the tomb. Markings on the doorways indicated the path to our objective, making the journey simple enough for the priest to avoid leading us awry. Covering our rear I could not see the nest of webs and bones ahead of us before it was too late, the sticky residue capturing and holding us like lack-lustre marionettes. Father Vile and I managed to break free before the spiders attacked in full force. Although blocked into a corner by the trussed figures of the Elf and Dwarf, I was forced to exact my vengeance through my trusty pistol with faith keeping my aim true.

Talion took so long to break free of the webbing I began to believe he was feigning tiredness to let the rest of us deal with the blasted arachnids. However, the grievous wounds he had suffered from the spiders, unable to afford any protection from their attacks, proved my accusations false. Amongst the remains two rings were found. The first I recognised straight away from my studies in Altdorf, a Time Freeze Ring, which the slayer gladly took. The second was unknown to me but the huge amount of power it contained was unmistakable. The priest volunteered to study it further, an offer that strengthened my belief that greed is a welcome companion to this mans pious nature.

Soon after we emerged into the tomb chamber itself, a shrine to the hero of ages past, now desecrated by a horde of evil greenskins. Goblins I recognised, the smaller, dog-like abominations I did not. Thorgrim later told me his people called them snotlings, an uncomplicated name typical of Dwarves. With a sense that our task was nearly completed the slayer activated his Time Freeze Ring, slowing the passage of our enemies and allowing us to penetrate the filth’s defences before they could react. When time reasserted itself a majority of our opponents had been killed, while I removed the threat of reinforcements behind us by calling on the power of my amulet to cleanse the area of evil. The priest had found the use of his newly acquired ring as a goblin was struck down with a thunderous lightning bolt that would have slayed a dragon. With my back turned from the carnage inside the room a cowardly goblin took the opportunity to strike me with a small arrow. Thankfully the wound was not serious and the greenskin’s glory was short-lived as the Dwarf relieved him of his head.

The body of the hero was missing its left hand, just as Bravia had hoped. We took news of this to Middenheim, City of the White Wolf where I also hoped to resupply and seek aid in my quest from the local Witch Hunters Guild. Victor came back from Bravia’s estate with no reward, the cur who called himself a Lord had cheated us, insisting he had no agreement with us and already knew the identity of the hero in the tomb. Our reactions were predictable; Talion took his frustrations out on Middenheim’s Wizard’s Guild resulting in the City Watch throwing him in jail. Both Thorgrim and the priest drowned their sorrows at various taverns, leaving me to pay bail on the Elf. I simply added the traitorous lord’s name to my list; he will be dealt with eventually. Frustratingly, the unwanted attention my companions had brought has allowed two known daemon worshippers to escape the city before I could apprehend them.

We now sit in the Broken Knife tavern pondering how to be rid of the City Watch pursuing Talion once again, and the family of some barmaid Thorgrim apparently proposed to last night in order to get one last jug of Bugman’s XXXX. I wonder at my placing in the sin I have somehow surrounded myself with, they have been….adequate over the course of the last few weeks and should prove useful for my needs. All I need now is a way to get us out of here…
 


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