Anierra pulled the heavy cupboard over the trap door leading down to the basement. Klaus, whom had been locked down below, hurled insults at the Elf and his compatriots, how dare they side with the mutant sympathiser! What right do they have to lock up a son of Sigmar while they let a heretic walk free!? Klaus looked over at the body of Anthea Flook and he felt no regret, it was something that had to be done, the same way a farmer shoots his horse if it is lame, Klaus must purge the mutant from it’s torment.
Anierra on the other hand was worried, Ricknar had told the Elf that Klaus was intending to burn the house down with the family in it. Why are humans so crazy? Who gave them a country again? No matter, Anierra’s immediate concern was to round up Mathilda and the kids, Rutger told the swordsmaster they would be most likely be hiding in some of the mining shacks. Ricknar however was more interested in Anthea’s mutation, more specifically the cause. Rutger told him that one day she left for Ubersreik and Rutger found her like that with no memory as to what happened, surely this was the work of the Warpstone which was romoured to plague the area, if Ricknar could get his hands on some of it his superiors would be very pleased indeed…
Anierra recovered the family who were somewhat hesitant towards the elf. Ricknar saw to Rutger’s wounds and the party decided on what to do about Klaus. He was a dangerous man yet Ricknar saw no wrong in his actions, he was by no mean as extreme as Klaus but he respected Sigmar and his values but was not prepared to punish the family. Anierra spent the night in the kitchen, guarding the trap door in case Klaus escaped and caused more trouble while the rest of the guesthouses’s tenants tried to get a good night sleep.
The next morning the party was woken up by a frantic door knock. “Mr Rutger, Mr Rutger!” cried a man at the door, his voice filled with urgency. Anierra woke up and answered the door and was greeted by a shabby looking man called Brieg. Brieg was terrified of the evil monster that answered the door instead of Rutger, Anierra being somewhat used to the slack jawed stares of mountain yokels commented sarcastically. Rutger appeared and calmed Brieg, saying that Anierra was merely an Elf and for the most part meant them no harm. There was coice came from inside the kitchen, Klaus calling out from his prison in the cellar was pleading with Brieg “Let me out sir, I have been captured by these mutant sympathises, I am a man of Sigmar release me good sir!”.
Brieg was very worried that Rutger was holding a man against his will in his basement but when he asked about it everyone told him it was a long night and left it at that. Brieg, who turned out owned a farm nearby and technically was Rutger’s closest neighbour said earlier that morning his farm was ransacked by a band of goblins and that they were coming this way, when asked about how far they were away Rutger said an hour and when asked how many it was evident that Breig could not count as his only reply was “lots”.
Rutger assumed that the goblin they killed the other night in the pantry was a scout and this was the rest of the gang, the group then let Klaus out and discussed there options. Klaus agreed to the temporary truce, he was not unreasonable and knew there was more at stake here than bagging a few heretics, after some uneasy exchanges with Anierra and Rutger the party decided to stand and fight. They had a defensible position which they could fortify and if they were caught out in the open against superior numbers they were doomed or otherwise known to Anierra “at a tactical disadvantage”. The party the proceeded to fortify the downstairs common and living room. The plan was to board up all the windows and leave the front door open, there they could eliminate the goblins superior numbers and fight them in small groups. The party was to protect the stairs at all costs as that lead to Rutger’s wife and children and even Klaus would not let any harm to come a woman and her children at the hands of greenskins, even though he had condemned them to burn only hours before.
Anierra and Klaus were to hold the front door while Ricknar provided long range support but it wasn’t long before they realised Brieg didn’t have a weapon. Rutger had provided him with a hammer (as in the literall sense) and a (superior quality) broomstick but that was it. Klaus, lent Brieg his cross bow under the express condition that he didn’t break it and party continued preparing the defences. Klaus, Ricknar and Anierra guarded the main doorway in the dining/lounge room, Brieg defended the common room via shooting out of the windows and Rutger with his long rifle would remain upstairs and fire down and pick targets of opportunity.
Klaus took the time to discuss the fate of the Lurchens with Anierra while they prepared, he argued the case of procedure in the Empire which was something which the elf was not up to par with. Klaus said the least he could do was incarcerate the family for the witch hunters to deal with, Anierra declined to comment. The party waited, waited and waited and soon all eyes were on Brieg, “Are you sure there were goblins Brieg?” asked an annoyed Rutger, knowing full well the exaggerated nature of his annoying neighbour, “Well I thought they were goblins…” Brieg replied unconvincingly. Just as he finished his sentence a small group of raggedy green figures appeared on the horizon, Rutger grimaced and the party hunkered down as the goblins had arrived.
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Grimsnot, gobbo war leader watched as his ladz advanced on the smelly humie building and it was bout time to! By Gork and Mork was he hungry. The gobboz had sacked a humie farm only hours before but it was slim pickings, the smelly runt tending to the place had fled and there was barely enough food to feed a sodding snotling, let alone a real greenskin such as himself. “At em ladz! Food time” he called raising his cleaver above his head while advancing much more slowly than his counterparts. After all, one didn’t get to be boss by charging head long into a fight right? That’s why Grimsnot was so clever, much more clever then these silly humies.
A crossbow bolt flew by and struck one of the leading goblins, Grimsnot didn’t care, he didn’t like that gitz any way. More bolts, bullets and even fireballs cleaved through the goblins as they hurried their way through the deep snow, eager to get to grips with the cowardly (and tasty!) foe. Grimsnot counted five defenders, two big tall things guarded the door (one of them looked like a elveses! But this did not scare Grimsnot) while another human threw fireballs behind them. The room next to them was guarded by an ugly man thing with a crossbow while up above another humie picked them off with a flame gun.
The humies at the door received the charge of his mighty gobbo war band FOOLS HA HA HA! The humies thought they were so clever, luring his gobbos into a trap like that but they weren’t as clever as Grimsnot, NO-ONE is cleverer than Grimsnot. While the silly humies were fighting his boyz he would break into the room next to them and attack them from two sides! No sodding orc would have thought of this, only a master gobbo such as himself could be so devious. Better yet the side room was only defended by the ugly manthing, victory would be swift.
Suddenly it was very hot, and Grimsnot checked to see if it was winter still, he could see snow but why was it so warm? Grimsnot soon realised why when a fireball exploded in his face moments later sending him sprawling into his snow and blistering his face. Curse that dastardly wizard thing! Grimsnot would eat him first once he was done writhing around the snow in pain!
The attack was going well, the humans at the front were busy while the Gobbos on the entry had gained entry and were fighting the ugly human, victory was close! Then something happened, his Gobbos burst from the side room running, far fewer in number than what went in. How could this be? Grimsnot watched in horror as the ugly human stood defiantly at the window, a blood soaked broomstick in his hand. Grimsnot panicked, how could a smally humie kill six gobbos by himself
armed with only a broomstick, he must be magic!! Grimsnot watched as the tall humies decimated his gobbos at the front door, this was not going to plan.
“Well one doesn’t get to boss by dying right?” said Grimsnot as he and the remaining gobbos beat a retreat. “Run” he screamed at the top of his voice as a large shadow appeared above him. The large humie swung his stick and chain down at Grimsnot’s head and he closed his eyes, “can’t hurt if I can’t see it!” he squeaked.
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The goblin slumped to the ground, half of it’s brains sunk into the snow next to it’s twitching corpse. Klaus swung his flail over his shoulder and looked back at the manner house, with the goblins defeated it was finally time to deal with these mutant sympathisers….
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