The Enemy Within Revisited Cast
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Falco the Ratcatcher (Michael Morgan) Badigon the Boatman (Shane) It was a grey and wet morning when we left the stink of Altdorf. I love the city I grew up in and it certainly is the greatest the Empire has to offer but for all it's treasures and wonders they are built a top a great midden heap and it's miasma is offset none by all the luster the capital offers. We traveled by way of Badigon's boat up the River Reik. His curses falling on on the gloom of the Reikwald as he tried to turn us into a workable crew. Hardly any wonder he has had troubles keeping a regular contingent of deckhands. The Sigmarite priest we left behind, his outrage at the new protection offered to mutants under Karl Franz's new writ consumed him wholly and we left him before he should cause us any more grief. As we came to the place where the Reik and the Tuefel join we laid eyes on the magnificence of the Castle Reikguard, home to the heir of the throne, Prince Wolfgang Holswig-Abenauer. A glorious place though it would be sometime before I was made an honoured guest there. More of that later, though. It was the next day that we would come upon the signaling tower, the dwarfs, and the mystery on that hillock that would change our live for the worse. When we first laid eyes on that tower, I mistook it for one of the great giant stones. The way the light silhouetted it's form and from the piss poor description on the History Book of Alfred the Mad I was convinced this was the case. I have since corrected the failings of that Hammer-Smacked-Toad-Licker so others won't make the potentially dangerous mistake themselves. Excepting this document one should not believe everything they read... As we came up on the tower two dwarves desperately flagged our ship down. We pulled up, but not soon enough for these frightened individuals. They splashed up to the boat frantically and Smof hauled them overboard, onto the deck. The Dwarfs wrung their clothes while making nervous glances over their shoulders. Within minutes it was clear as to why, their foreman came over to collect the two wretches who had been intent on using our boat to help them try to flee that place. Intrigued by what was causing them such concern, we enquired of their foreman. Master Isembeard would come to tell us about the recent problems he was experiencing with workers disappearing. He went on to tell us that half of his original twelve have vanished. Our captain quickly surmised that this could be very profitable, us having ale on board that these being dwarves that would need the soothing qualities of the alcohol. Upon agreeing to help for a reasonable compensation, Isembeard took us for a tour of the signaling tower. It turns out the tower was being built upon an older, unfinished site to which Falco took some umbrage with. We spent some considerable searching for any hidden entrances. During our search I found a pouch containing a locket with the portrait of two dwarfs, a wife and child of an undetermined sex. The master engineer determined the two dwarfs were taken in the night, and indeed did not run. We advised the dwarfs to abandon the tower but they were loath to as they would lose their profits if they abandon the project. Six more nights to finish the work and fulfill the contract is all they needed. With that in mind and a commitment made to pay made by the dwarfs we came up with a plan to lay the trap. I would be the bait while the others watch. I took the time to begin writing, by flickering candle light, in my journal and catching up on the observations made on our travels up the Reik. The night would have a couple of unfortunate turns. The first would be the case of some dwarf with more stones in his head than sense, who decided to relive himself without telling us. It was almost the end of that fellow and he was chastised terribly for his folly. After that draining encounter we tried a second time to establish a trap. So deep into my research I failed to notice that the others had fallen asleep and that a creeping horror was about to make me it's new meal. It pulled me towards a hole that had never been, a deep black pit that filled me with terror. As it screamed in it's horrible, high pitched keen I regained my courage and yelled to my sleeping fellows that danger was afoot. Smof was the first to get to my side and he drove the beast back into the dark. The others arrived, late I might add, and we decided on a course of action given the new threat and it's source. As we argued about our next course of action, the thing attacked again, pulling me down and dragging me into that nameless pit.... by Gustav (aka Davy White)
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The Enemy Within Revisited Cast
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Falco the Ratcatcher (Michael Morgan) Badigon the Boatman (Shane) With his boat now repaired Badigon, seems in such a good mood that he goes on a spending spree and treats everyone to new equipment. In all the euphoria, nobody seems to notice that it’s the groups communal money that he’s spending, and of course the smuggler isn’t about to tell them. As Gustav and Badigon return sporting a new suit of chainmail, Falco can’t help but wonder what happened to their old leather armor suits as he picks at the holes in his grubby ex rat catcher rags, and doubts their ability to protect him from a sharp quill, let alone a sword. “With friends like these…” he mutters to himself, with a heavy sigh. Not content with a cargo hold half full of illicit Bretonnian Brandy, Badigon loads up more slightly less illicit liquor. In for a penny and all that. The party have another meeting with Hieronymus Blitzen in which he tells them more about the nefarious witch known as Etelka Herzen. Their future course it seems lies South in pursuit of Miss Herzen (and her Elven accomplice) last seen headed towards Grissenwald, Black Peaks. Before leaving Altdorf, the party notice they’re being tailed (badly) as Falco sneaks around behind him to cut off his escape route, Badigon employs the tactic of yelling at your would be pursuer as though they are a naughty boy. Confused the man tries to make a grab for a weapon and then thinking better of it, a dash for safety. Falco and his friend the Blunderbuss have other other ideas though. Faced with the bad smell of an angry rat catcher and looking down the wrong end of a blunderbuss the strange fellow decides to quaff a pill thereby ending his own life. The lengths some people will go to, to avoid listening to one of Gustav’s tales. Well, that’s a suicide the party are responsible for to add to the already long list of murders. What time did Badigon say our boat leaves Altdorf? by GM Noely |
Noely Been a fan of Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay since the 80's. The Enemy Within always stood out as a classic and at the time, and arguably since there was nothing like it. And these pages are my homage to it. Welcome!Enter adventurers! Leave your weapon at the door, grab an ale and make yourself at home. And don't forget to subscribe while you're here. Archives
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