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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
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