Mathilda lay on the floor crying, Klaus was holding Rutger in a vice like grip, Anierra was waiting, Ricknar was observing and Borki was wondering what the hell going on. Klaus was onto Rutger, he knew his game, Rutger was a murderer all he had to do was confess. Anierra turned it’s attention to Mathilda, intent on getting a confession from Rutger via Mathilda’s guilt. Mathilda looked distraught but Anierra read her expression intently, she wasn’t showing surprise at Klaus’s allegations, it’s as if Matilda was implicated as well. The elf tried this different approach but was interrupted by Rutger rushing to the defence of his spouse.
The mountain man showed surprising strength and broke from Klaus’s grip. Ricknar, sensing Klaus’s aggression, then proceeded to light himself on fire and interpose himself between Rutger and Anierra. Rutger eyes widened and proclaimed that Ricknar was a deamon as he attempted to strike Ricknar with his broom but Klaus grabbed him from behind and manhandled him down. Anierra immediately continued to question Mathilda, sensing a confession immanent. Mathilda began to speak, sensing the situation hopeless but the elf was interrupted by that oh so familiar chill.
The room temperature dropped and the party scanned the room, waiting for signs of their silent antagonist to return yet this time was different. The room temperature dropped again and the fire expired, the room was freezing and dark. The only illumination in the room was Rutger’s shielding spell, casting lights at crazy angles and creating a sinister ambience. Suddenly the room exploded in a freezing wind, the adventurers shielded their eyes and with a gale force blast a creature most foul materialised in the room.
The spectral form was in the rough shape of a human with a significant red tinge and it’’s dark red spectral eyes were a fearful sight and the party waisted no time at all at dispelling this creature the only way they knew how, with cold steel. Some of the group was rattled by the ghosts appearance, particularly Anierra but the elf did not waver and engaged the spirit with a deadly finesse. Klaus, having remembered talk of spiritual fiends from beyond the dead from his time at the temple called to the party to strike the creature down. Although it may appear not to damage the ghost each attack made against the fiend would disrupt it’s presence in the physical realm “Disrupt it enough” said Klaus, “And it’ll go away”
Anierra and Klaus pressed the assault with gusto but unfortunately to no visible effect. Ricknar, sensing hopelessness, sent a ball of fire the ghost’s way. The attack, like the rest, passed straight through the ghost but it’s reaction was very different. When the ghost was hit it’s form blinked in and out and this was the reaction they needed. The ghost, sensing a true threat, turned it’s full attention on Ricknar and launched a table at him. Ricknar attempted to evade the flying furniture but the suddenness of the attack caught him off guard and the heavy table split apart as it slammed into him, knocking the dazed wizard off his feet.
Borki, wondering why the hell he was in a house with shifty elves, crazy humans and hostile ghosts made his way to the stairs with an attempt to hall arse and return to the relative safety of the second story of the house. Klaus and Anierra made their feeble attempts at striking the ghost, Klaus however was particualr effective this time (most likely due to his exemplary faith in Sigmar) and caused the ghost to shift in and out again.
Ricknar pulled himself of the ground again and launched another attack at his otherworldly assailant. He launched a series of burning splinters at the creature, each projectile shifted the ghost’s presence further and appeared heavily unstable. The ghost raised the broken table and brought it down on Ricknar again, this time from behind and the wizard fell critically wounded on the cold floor. Klaus, in righteous fury, brought his weapon down on the creature and the ghost faded from view, the howling winds vanished and the room was still.
Klaus was onto Rutger seconds later demanding answers and who the hell was is ghost mate. The rest of the party was a little more reserved and tried to reason with the Zealot, the Lurchens were just as terrified of the ghost why would they be cooperating with it. Klaus wasn’t buying their Heresy and pressed further.
Rutger caved. He told the party he had something to show them, shame written all over his face. They followed him into the kitchen where he revealed a trapdoor and gestured for the group to follow him down inside it. Klaus and Ricnar warily followed while Anierra and Borki waited up top with Mathilda.
The cellar was dark damp and miserable, Rutger’s lantern only lit a small area, he gestured to Klaus to go on further and lowered his head in sorrow. Klaus readied his flail and ventured into the corners of the cellar. He was greeted with a horrific sight, huddled in the darkest shadows of the room cowered what appeared to be a woman. Her hair had fallen out, her clothes were raggedy and her skin translucent allowing full view of bone, vein and muscle. The creature panicked and lashed out at Klaus, scratching him in the face. Rutger cried out “Anthea no!” but it was too late, with a sigmarite battle cry Klaus plunged his flail into the mutated Anthea’s chest, sending her sprawling to the floor.
Ricknar hesitated, the fearful sight of the mutant stunned him and Rutger leapt to his sister in law’s defence, grabbing Klaus in the process “It’s not her fault! Leaver her you monster!” he growled. Klaus, shook Rutger from his grip and reminded the man the cult of Sigmar’s views on mutants. Rutger wasn’t listening, his concern for his sibling, no matter what she had become was too great “I was going to take her to the border princes when the winter was out, so people like you don’t get her” he sneered. Anthea was crying and she begged not to be killed, tear ducts visible through her translucent flesh as well us the rush of blood directed to her chest wound.
Klaus was done with this heresy and was appalled at the behaviour of the mutant sympathiser. He shoved Rutger aside and roared a mighty battle cry as he brought his flail down on Anthea’s head, spraying blood and brains on the walls of the cellar.
Meanwhile upstairs Mathilda heard Klaus’s attack and the death of her sister. She grabbed a rolling pin and set upon a somewhat amused Anierra who simply stepped aside. Anierra reasoned with Mathilda to back down, compliance was her only defence and she was lucky that it wasn’t Klaus she attacked. Mathilda made another half hearted attack and slumped to the ground in sorrow, weaping loudly as reality started to sink in. Fritz entered the kitchen, seeing Anierra standing over his crying mother leapt to her defence proceeding to wrap himslef around Anierra’s ankle while hurling expletives at the elf.
Meanwhile downstairs Rutger was feebly attacking Klaus with his broom, calling him a monster. klaus lifted his flail high,“Repent for your sins! That is the only way you shall stay living” but Rutger wasn’t listening, maddened with grief and rage he raised his weapon defiantly. Klaus didn’t hesitate for a second as he brought his flail down into Rutger’s chest with righteous fury. Rutger raised his broom to protect himslef but the heavy flail snapped the broom apart, opened a viscous chest wound and sent the poor man sprawling to the floor.
The cellar froze and exploded in a gust of wind. The creature had returned, red with rage it clawed out at Klaus. The blow passed right through him yet Klaus was inflicted with terrible pain, as if the ghost had reached out and froze his very soul and Klaus responded and swung back to no visible effect. Ricknar, luanched fire at the creature again and it faded out of existence for a second before attacking Klaus again. Although the creature once again leapt into Klaus his faith in Sigmar was true and the creature was unable to hurt him. The Sigmarite roared again and swung into the creature, banishing it from existence. Klaus wasted no time and moments after the zealot was onto Ricknar once again, “How come this creature only appears when your in danger?! how are you controlling it!!”. Ricknar wanted to know how Anthea had become a mutant in such a short period of time and questioned Rutger about warpstone in the area (as he had heard rumours). Rutger said he didn’t know how, only that she left one week and came back changed, he also said there was rumours of green rocks in the area.
Anierra shook of Fritz and told Mathilda to take her children and hide, the elf said it could not vouch for it’s safety with a maniac like Klaus in the party and it was best if they dissapeared. Fritz did not listen and charged heroically at Anierra (who was grudgingly impressed with the 9 year old’s bravery) and kicked the swordsmaster in the shins as hard as he could. Anierra was taken back by the strength of the child and hopped around unceremoniously all the while cursing expletives in Eltharin. Mathilda gathered her warrior child up and thanked the elf for it’s mercy and went and hid.
The ghost returned, yet this time it was different. Klaus and Ricknar watched as the ghost stood over the body of Anthea and looked down with sorrow. Instead of it’s red spectral form it was in the form of a transparent old man which slowly begun to fade into nothingness. Rutger said it was his father in law Joseph and that he musn’t have known Anthea’s condition, only that she was locked in the cellar. Klaus wasn’t buying his lies, everybody was too innocent. “We shall have to kill the family and burn the house, that is the only way to remove the taint” he said to Ricknar.
Ricknar looked back alarmed.