The Enemy Within Revisited Cast:
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Falco the Apothecary (Michael Morgan) Ripwise the Halfling Chef (Savage) Hargrin the Dwarf Trollslayer (Kevin Bronakowski) If the witch Etelka Herzen had once made this place her home it was doubtful whether she’d be keen to do so again in the future. Left in the hands of the goblins the place had swiftly fallen to rack and ruin. The place stunk of filth and urine. There were literally goblins everywhere. Having said that it didn't take the members of our party very long before they began reducing their numbers. We'd barely even crossed the threshold of this strange mage commissioned - dwarf built Tower before the Trollslayer had split the skull of a sleeping 'sentry' goblin as easily (and as dispassionately) as if he'd been chopping firewood. Now i'm not the biggest fan of goblins but the poor thing wasn't even given a fighting chance to defend himself. Not that I dared to mention my misgivings since the stocky mohican sporting fighting machine seemed to take the existence of goblins as a very personal matter and their removal from the land of the living as a welcome task that filled him with glee. In any case my fears about the goblins plight were swiftly dispelled upon entering the next room. The rank stench of urine that hit us we opened the door of this small dimly lit room perhaps once a storeroom but our assaulted noses indicated was clearly now used as a latrine. Tied up here we saw a man and woman Helmut and Hilda in quite an awful state. Both had been left in here perhaps for amusement and the manic look in their eyes as we freed them spoke of untold atrocities witnessed and suffered. In the next room we discovered the aptly named Dumpling, the sister of our halfling pie fiend. And before you ask no 'fiend' is not a typo for friend. Anyway Dumpling seemed a pleasant enough little thing with a round dumpling like figure and a pleasant enough smile that almost made her look female if you could look past the beard and the hairy feet which I profess to not being able to manage. She seemed scared out of her tiny mind (well she is Ripwise's sister after all) and so it was decided by Ripwise that it best she wait where we'd found her, cowering under her bed, until the coast was clear. Pressing on we walked straight into a room full of goblins, a whole room of them, seems they were sleeping in here and so the carnage began. Hargrin did what he did best, kill goblins and the others joined in as best they could. Never much of a brawler Gustav threw insults far more cutting than the blade he wielded while Falco waved his blunderbuss around in such a cavalier fashion that it was a miracle his blunderbuss sprayed shot missed us his comrades and found only the flesh of enemy targets. I wish I could say the same for the rat catchers dog though which in all the confusion seemed to latch on to the trolls layers loin cloth with a toothy grip and refused to let go. Ouch! Speaking of confusion, sure the scenes so far were carnage but all of my strange companions and the scenes I had so far witnessed paled in comparison to what my eyes were finally to spy in that tower. After a pitched battle on the spiral staircase we fought our way almost to the top to be greeted with the strangest sight indeed. A goblin, seemingly their leader was adorned in a bright frock and diamond accessories complete with tiara and such. I'm not sure whether this Etelka Herzen would have survived the shock of this Gutbag Throatstottler (as he proudly declared himself to be) wearing her frocks. It was certainly almost the death of me as the sight froze me to the spot long enough for a rusty gobbo sword to swish past my ear just close enough to shave a lock of hair but thankfully sparing my ear. To battle then. Tiara or no. This frock wearing greenskin freak needs to die even if it means spilling his vile blood on this pretty dress of his. by GM Noely
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Hi ho, hi ho! Off to the pub we go...
The Enemy Within Revisited Cast: Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Ripwise the Halfling Chef (Savage) Hargrin the Dwarf Trollslayer (Kevin Bronakowski) Dwarfs! Bloody Dwarfs! Here we are on our way to see a witch in a god forsaken tower that’s been built next to an accursed mine and who’s to blame? Dwarfs. Yes a witches tower built by who? Dwarfs? A town that’s on edge and and looking for blood following a whole spate of farm attacks and who’s the chief suspects? Dwarfs. A mine that’s been by lost and who lost it and wants it back? That’s right you guessed it Dwarfs. A whole catalogue of disastrous events and at the root of it all bloody dwarfs. But I need to keep my thoughts to myself. For the sake of my relationship with our new companion Hargrin the dwarf trollslayer (and by relationship I mean ensure that he doesn’t tear me limb from limb) I shall be careful not to share my real thoughts on this dwarf created shitstorm that we find ourselves in. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just the dwarfs in the party that I had to keep my eye on but, I am becoming increasingly unnerved by the actions of the other vertically challenged member of our party, namely the halfling who goes by the name of Ripwise Riverbank. As the chef in our party his cooking is second to none and I swear that his pies are simply ‘to die for’. But there’s something about this stunted little hairy footed fellow that disturbs me. I can’t quite put my finger on what it is but the fellow unnerves me and I usually have a good sense for these things. For one he most definitely has wandering hands. Oh he’s fairly adept and professionally sneaky about it but on more than the one occasion i’ve spotted his hands quickly dart into the pockets of those unfortunate souls whom he ‘helps’. Were it this alone then i’d be unlikely to be unduly concerned, but something about the way he sneaked off to do something to the dwarf that we found dying by the roadside (more on this later) gives me the creeps. I swear a heard a strangled cry and moments later he caught up to us with a beaming smile and no indication that anything was awry. But I know better. I shall certainly sleep with one eye on the shifty little stunty fellow tonight and all nights. But the problem with our party is who amongst them should I not watch like a hawk. I trust each and every one of them about as far as I could throw them. Which in the case of our jovial Dilettante cum minstrel wouldn’t be very far despite him seeming the most trustworthy of the bunch. But I wonder if his greed might pervade into more than just food. I swear if the man ate one of Ripwise’s pies he ate 20. And several for breakfast. The rat catcher cum apothecary fellow seems to eat little and bathe even less. A bit of a loose cannon that one (quite literally when he starts waving around his blunderbuss). And so it was this ragtag bunch that set off towards the Black Peaks in search of Etelka Herzen’s Tower newly built by dwarfs near the mouth of Black Peaks Mine. On the way we met the dwarf I mentioned earlier, Durak was his name and he lay punctured with goblin arrows and surrounded by several corpses of his green skinned attackers whose days of ambushing were over. So with goblins now confirmed in residence in and around this mine we headed first for Herzen’s Tower. There we found a slumbering horde in a bedroom (no doubt tired from their midnight massacring exertions) and were able to dispatch a couple of them before they had time to rouse from their slumber. Killing goblins while they sleep is this what I have been driven to? Sigmar save us all. But more of this next time, the carnage ensued next was grim and I do not wish to cloud my sleep with the nightmarish scenes that transpired next. Perhaps I will feel of stronger mind and constitution when I pen my next recollections. I do hope for both our sakes that is the case. by GM Noely A meaty tale of dwarven demise and halfling pies.
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The Enemy Within Revisited Cast:
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Falco the Ratcatcher (Michael Morgan) Ripwise the Halfling Chef (Savage) Hargrin the Dwarf Trollslayer (Kevin Bronakowski) We traveled to Kemperbad with Badigon's freight of brandy. The journey was not kind to Smof and myself, the cool weather and the worsening Ghoul Pox leaving us both infirm. By the time we arrived in Kemperbad Smoff was so laid out that the loyal brute could only groan and lay prone. Falco, using the herbs he had collected on our journey tried his best to concoct something to aid us, but his broth was merely bitter and tepid. I'll have to teach him the benefits of proper note taking. I must say, I thought that finally arriving in Kemperbad would have done something to improve our notoriously surly captain's mood, but he remained completely unchanged. Barking his orders and telling us to be off to do our business and be back before dark. We loaded the Ogre onto a palette and had him moved to the local hospice of Shaylla where the kind ladies there applied plasters and administered their ministrations. Upon seeing me and my weakened state they also took sympathy on my poor soul and took me to bed. Our companions, seeing that we were well taken care of, went off to see to their own business. I rested hours and felt the better for it though I admit I did worry for my friends well being in the city. When I met back up with them, they had met with the most fascinating little folk with the most glorious, enlightening, and aged pies: Master Ripwise Riverbank. It would turn out he needed to travel up river in order to find his sister. Our luck was to change, for the better and the worst. Badigon, having unloaded his wares and his friends had abandoned us. Could have had the decency to leave his boat behind. I have some very mixed feelings about his departure. Perched on our gear was Ripwise's companion, Hargrin, the Troll Slayer. His tell-tale orange mohawk was shaped with rank fat and it's odor was detectable from more than a few yards. After some time we secured a barge to take us up the river towards Grissenwald and the Black Hills... In Grissenwald we encountered a sad lot. The local area, it would seem had been subject to raids to the surrounding farms. The dwarfs from a local mine had fallen into misery and drink. Shadows of their mighty selves. The Reiklanders of this remote place seemed convinced that the dwarfs were behind the dark work of torching the farms. We would learn that the dwarfs had sold their mine to Etelka and then spent the money on ale. Ripwise discovered that his sister, Dumpling, was indeed around, last being seen in the service of Etelka only weeks ago. There was absolutely no convincing these people that the sale of the mine and the recent attacks weren't related in the slightest and that this witch wasn't behind the grievous attacks. It would seem that the task of convincing them otherwise would fall upon our weary shoulders.... by Davy White |
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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