The Enemy Within Revisited Cast:
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Falco the Apothecary (Michael Morgan) Hargrin the Troll Slayer (Kevin Bronakoski) Bran the Amber Wizard (David Crapper) Rutger Horstmann the Zealot (Chris Taylor) It was…6 Sommerzeit? 7 Sommerzeit? I could not be sure. Our party left that accursed cave, hounded by the rat-things. Over the course of the next few hours, Bran led us back to the canoes, the sound of our pursuers growing closer and closer. Falco took off ahead, however, and it was all we could do to keep him up. He moved like a man possessed of demons, his strength seeming endless as we slogged on in the heavy air…thick with moisture and insects, it itself was nearly enough to spell our end. It wasn’t long before we saw our canoes, lying on the rocks just as we left them, our salvation and escape from this hellish landscape, plagued by spectres and rat-devils. Alas, our escape from this land wasn’t without difficulties. The…rat-things caught up to us, chittering madly from the shore, as they threw…strange shaped metal pieces at us. Both I and Hargrin were struck by the hellish projectiles, as our boat hadn’t found the current that Bran, Gustav, and Falco had found. It seemed as if their canoe was miles ahead of ours, and both Hargin and I were weakened from blood loss and the six hour flight to where we had left the boats, but we were able to finally catch current ourselves and a goodly portion down the river, we met our party once more. We decided to beach ourselves so that both Hargrin and I could have our wounds attended, as well as Gustav. All had born injury from the trip into that cavern, and for some of us the damage was physical, the cuts of foul blades, but for others, the lacerations were beneath the skin. Falco attended to Hargrin’s wounds while Bran began to place the tents. Falco mixed some sort of strange…poultice that he placed on both Hargrin’s as well as my wounds…the poultice induced us to expel the contents of our stomach, not being much, though, as our flight the previous evening had left us unable to sup. Hargrin looked much better afterwards; however, I felt the sting of the wound, in addition to the roiling of my stomach that the poultice caused. I don’t believe I could have eaten should the opportunity have presented itself at the time. We all bedded down for the night, and although we rotated the watch duties, our sleep was deep, and most of us awakened feeling refreshed, if not a bit sore from exertion. Save one in our party…Gustav. He cried out that he had fallen out of Sigmar’s light, with such anguish that I have rarely heard in the depths of men’s voices. The cause for this was apparent after a few minutes, as he showed me the strange lump high upon his forehead..what appeared to be a third eye. He begged me to not let him see the flame of the witch hunter’s pyre. So, the next few days were a quagmire of conflict for me. My allegiances to the Holy Order of the Templars of Sigmar should have made this an easy decision; give Gustav the mercy of a quick, painless kill and go on. But I am not to that point yet. It is my hope that the Shallyans can help him, to cure him of this mutation. Should that fail, I will perform my duties as expected by my superiors, as mercifully as I can as expected by a friend. However, the current situation we find ourselves in is more pressing. What happened here at Unterbaum? Why are there dead lying in the street, with the shafts of arrows sprouting from them? by Rutger Abend (aka Chris Taylor)
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The Enemy Within Revisited Cast:
Gustav Myrthenbaum the Dilettante (Davy White) Hargrin the Troll Slayer (Kevin Bronakoski) Bran the Amber Wizard (David Crapper) Rutger Horstmann the Zealot (Chris Taylor) If this craven narcoleptic ratcatching excuse for an apothecary ever wakes up, boy have I got a bone to pick with him…I grumbled to myself as we counted our losses following the Skaven attack. I should have chosen my words more carefully. Because that’s when the skeletons attacked. A bone to pick – Oh the irony, given that the Skaven skirmish was swiftly followed by a skeleton attack and now here we are fleeing the Devil’s Bowl with more vicious ratmen in hot pursuit. I know it’s a team effort and the makeup of this strange band of individuals is often greater than the sum of its parts. But I didn’t realise that running away would be chief among Falco’s dubious skills. I guess I should be relieved that I’m not the one having to carry Falco. For that and for keeping us alive in that battle we have Hargrin the Trollslayer to thank. Or rather it is Sigmar whom we must thank for bringing us our Trollslayer. For a time it appeared that the fight would go against us as a series of our most well aimed attacks were repelled or missed their targets and we in turn were taking serious damage. Until the Mohican sporting stone like fighting machine finally got into his rhythm and laid about the creatures, recklessly cleaving the ratfiends in twain with abandon . As I surveyed the scene the Trollslayer was panting heavily but had begun to calm from his almost manic melee state and was cleaning the blood from his fearsome looking axe blades. With Gustav waking from his concussion just as Falco slipped into one it appeared the worst of it was over. But we didn’t figure on those damn skeletons. It’s not that these undead were particularly hard to kill (I mean they were begging for a fatal release from their undead state) but by chaos they were sure relentless. No sooner had one emerged rattling it’s bones than another clattered through the opening after it. Then another, and a fourth. Luckily there wasn’t a fifth since one of our number was currently slumbering (curled up in the foetal position and muttering something about his mother – or someones mother). In any case I digress. With the undead finally vanquished there was nothing left but to search the belongings of the unfortunate and long lost hiking party. Some peculiar potions that we’ll run by Falco, when he’s caught up on his beauty sleep and some maps which even without Gustav’s reading skills are clearly duplicates of maps we’ve already found. But what’s this? A strange cylindrical necklace. Just like the one that was missing from the Observatory we visited prior. So it looks like we’ll be heading back to the Signalling Tower for more undead and ghoulrot action. Yes Gustav in particular seems about as delighted by that news as a mutant speaker would be at a Witch Hunter conference. So here we are again. On the run with no time now to rest, reflect or plan our next move. Simply fight and flight. Bran’s bird call filled the air and announced. "More Skaven are coming." We chose to fly. So here we all are panting heavily and gasping for air and running as fast as our legs will carry us. While Falco is…sleeping. Sigh! It’s gonna be a long, long road ahead. by GM Noely 
The Enemy Within Revisited Cast:
Falco the Apothecary (Michael Morgan) Hargrin the Troll Slayer (Kevin Bronakoski) Bran the Amber Wizard (David Crapper) Rutger Abend the Zealot (Chris) 3 Sommerzeit The events of this evening have been…strange, indeed, and worthy of journaling, should my party fall in combat to the forces of the Ruinous Powers. I pray to Sigmar that it doesn’t happen, but should it do, let this stand as a record of our activities this evening. As we sought a place to camp for the night, we came upon a lake with many stones about it. The place felt…strange, off as it was, although this being the Barren Hills, it should have come as no surprise to any of us. As I was contemplating whether the stones were some sort of place sacred to either Taal or Rhya, or perhaps both, it was then that we were accosted by an apparition! It was the apparition of a female with a bluish glow about her, and when she spoke, it was as if someone had scattered bones on dead leaves…an eerie, mournful voice. Sadly, I could not recall any of my lessons on apparitions…I’m sure Lector Gerhardt will see that I’m properly re-educated on this subject before I am Ordained, should that fateful day come to pass! The apparition didn’t seem to mean us harm, although Gustav cried out and fainted dead away at the sight of the apparition. Efforts to rouse him were unsuccessful. She bid us to follow her, and we abstained from doing so initially, fear that she would lead us into a trap. As she floated away and realized that we were not following, she turned to us and the terror that radiated from her was…palpable. Steeling my resolve and calling out to Sigmar, I was unaffected, as were several of the others. I’m rather sure that had Gustav been conscious at that point, he would have likely fainted dead away, or fell with a heart malady. After a brief discussion, the party decided to follow her, only so that we could get a moment’s rest to set up camp and sleep, as it had been a long day! I have marked our destination as best as I could on the map on the next page, so that we might find this place once more. She led us to a cave, and stated that her party, some one hundred years prior, had been searching for a special type of stone. She told us that when it was found, it turned one of her companions, one Dagmar Von Wittgenstein into a murderous parody of himself that slew her and the rest of her party. I believe that she was referring to Warpstone, if I’m not mistaken. Anyway, we located her bones, and buried them in a more dignified manner, each of us falling silent to mark the somberness of the mood. I recited what few prayers to Morr that I could recall, as Morrite religion has never been my strong suite. It settled the apparition, and the hideous wounds that she had appeared to suffer seemed to slip away. Her voice became stronger, and she told us that a female had come through and had promised to bury her bones, but had failed to do so. Given the lack of foot traffic in the area, save our quarry, we could only surmise that the female in question was the Witch..it appeared we were on the correct trail! The apparition told us in life that her name was Brumhilda, and she was a devout Sigmarite. As the apparition faded away after thanking us, we were…accosted by rat-men who begged for stone. Falco, upon seeing the hideous creatures, became terrified of them, telling us that we were going to die if we engaged them. This did not stop Hargrin, who closed with the largest of the creatures to trade blows. Upon seeing this, Falco and Little Gustav fled, only to return a short time later stating that we were surrounded. It appeared his senses had returned! Although the battle with the creature and his two allies…other rat-men, was short, it was vicious none-the-less. Hargrin was wounded many times, as was I. Bran, displaying his mastery over the Earth, hurled bolts of amber that collapsed the passageways behind the creature, blocking any reinforcements. When the last of the creatures fell, we quickly moved to finish our task of reburying the remainder of the apparition’s party, and exiting the foul cave in order to find somewhere less dangerous to rest our weary heads! Chris Taylor (aka Rutger Abend) |
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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