The Troubled Road Home

Durak on In Passing the Old Dwarf Road, Part I

April 19, 2007 · 1 Comment

The battle had been bad enough, but it looks like the aftermath will be worse. As I approached the Lord and Lady’s rooms I could see Davrus comforting his daughter in Ulla’s cabin. On the floor was the ruined corpse of the maid we picked up in Nuln. When I spoke Davrus’s name they both looked up. The girl’s face had a porcine snout. She turned away immediately, but not before I saw the terror in her eyes. And now, as I meet her father’s anguished stare, the conflicting instincts of sympathy, revulsion and a desire for brutal mercy burn in my veins.

Only a few minutes ago I had been woken by Jurgen Heyder shaking me by the shoulders. Behind him was an oxen-headed beast man intent on eating one or both of us. We fought the thing until it lay dead. Albert had been awoken by the wild sprays of blood from the thing’s wounds; his eyes were wide and white in the gloom. About this time I finally realised fully somthing that I had only noticed peripherally a moment before. There was no sound – not a whisper as Albert gibbered and Jurgen yelled. I gestured Jurgen upstairs and Albert to raise the men.

On deck there were a couple of beastmen carcasses, but, on the other side of the barge, my men were taking a pounding from four more of the monstrosities. Carlotta was down with what looked a mortal injury. Changil was flailing away, but to little effect. I barrelled into the mêlée wearing only my nightshirt and underbreeches landing blows left right and centre with my axe.

Soon we had all but one of the beastmen felled. The last one, the bastard, pulled two of my men overboard. I dropped my axe, reached out and grabbed a leg, but I, too, was pulled off my feet. A massive hand grabbed my own leg, but soon I was in the water. The beastman swam for its life and we returned to the barge.

By this time Felix was on deck attending to Carlotta. I hope he saves her. She’s a good man. With her broad, short form, she looks a little like a dwarf woman. Shouting alerted us to more trouble belowdecks. (Sound also appeared to have returned.) I took the men down and we found that Faustus (who I will always think of as ‘the jahgrapher’ in old Rudegar’s speech) had killed two men as they slept. The others had him restrained. I looked into his eyes and saw staring back at me the blue eyes of that whore-witch, Lenora. I don’t know whether there was anything of Faustus left in there, but I wasn’t taking any chances with chaos sorcery. I killed him – but those damned eyes stayed alive. I had the body bound and covered. We’ll burn it later – and that of Leo, who suffered a similar fate.

Kultzmann had barely managed to kill his own bodyguard – Leo, the guard I had assigned him. The guard I knew had some association, however slight, with chaos magic, even though Kultzmann had demanded someone with no such connection. I ignored this because, on the basis of his past work for me, I trusted Leo. It got him killed and nearly finished Roland off, too.

After dealing with Faustus I went to investigate what had happened – and found Davrus and his daughter. In the cabin’s wall I can see a small hole – certainly not big enough for a person to come through. What made it? I’m going to have to do something with that girl.

The night’s attacks must have something to do with seeing the Quintus barge earlier today – I suppose I mean yesterday, now. Ada informed me that the luxury barge was ahead of us early in morning. I recommended that we keep it in view so we could make sure it wasn’t about to set some ambush for us. Maybe it got away after I went off duty in the evening.

The day was mostly eneventful. In consultation with Albert (I don’t know why, but the little fellow likes to hang around so I might as well humour him) I reassigned the men into three patrols: Wolf, Bear and Eagle. We also saw just what kind of snotty bitch this Ulla Walder is: she wanted to stop people walking on deck above her cabin. I organised a little bit of sparring up on the sun deck. When Kultzmann came up with his nearly-betrothed, he seemed pissed off – evidently the noble half of his blood had come to the fore.

Shit. If the Osaner girl has become a mutant, it means something changed her. Something that is probably still in that cabin. I need to get Davrus out of there. Now.

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Albert on A Spot of Time in the Port III

April 15, 2007 · 2 Comments

Kultzman’s orders were surprisingly easy to comply with this day. All I was to do was to plan a wedding for the whore and Zimmerman. Durak was to guard the boat and I must say I did a better job of my duties than he did. Well I suppose I should give him something of a break, he couldn’t have known someone had snuck a beastman into a box, sent it to sleep, and had it delivered to our ship! Our enemies are nothing if not inventive in their attempts on our lives. I stayed happily below deck with my door locked as Durak and some recruits dealt with the still sleepy beastman.

Honestly I didn’t do much for the wedding. Kultzman had already organized a priest, a harpist and some tailors to come and suit up the couple. All I did was ask for the Halfling cook family to organize some food, buy a wedding cake and get everyone on deck to attend the service. Zimmerman did say something disturbing though, apparently servants who are fucking must get married according to Kultzman. I have to let Carlotta know that it is over because there is no way I am marrying her! During the service two of our men were killed mysteriously, but that is getting ahead of myself.

At lunch some bastards tried to punch my ticket. I had gone to lunch with the Halfling servant to the Harbormaster. She was agitated but I thought it was merely some dating nerves. The date was going well until someone attempted to put a club through my skull despite being in a room full of diners. What I said before about inventiveness? Take it back, this was amateur hour. I didn’t even bother trying to fight them and ran screaming from the restaurant until I got back to the boat. The bastards didn’t have the guts to attack me when I had my friends around.

Seeking some kind of vengeance I grabbed Durak and stormed off to the Harbormaster’s office demanding the girl and making formal complaints to the guards. Apparently the girl was probably acting under duress, bitch could have warned me subtly so I don’t feel to guilty about setting the guards onto her.

Durak had organized some shipwright to take a look at the damage done to our boat by some river troll, or something, during the night. I ignored it all because there was no way I was going near the water if something nasty was down there! Well the shipwright had his leg ripped off and Durak only barely managed to save the man. Thankfully a Guard Corporal was there investigating some murders on board the boat. The guard had found a hatch in Kultzman’s quarters where something had crept in and cut the throats of the guards.

With the guard’s permission we took the barge to a drydock facility to have the barge raised and the damage inspected more carefully. I quickly penned a note to Kultzman to let him know where we were going. At the drydocks a strange fishbeast was found under the barge. Others swiftly killed it and burnt its corpse. I am so glad we went to the drydocks!

Kultzman arrived later with his potential wife, a petulant Josi, a medal from the Countess and a crate of guns.

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