Post by riot on Jan 23, 2015 20:29:11 GMT
The forlorn faces at the inn table spoke volumes about how successful the first foray into Mordheim had been.
The foul beer and worm ridden bread did not help lift their spirits but it was all they could afford after the disaster of their first raid and the Chirurgeon bills that followed
One poxy shard of Wyrd stone.... ONE!
The eyes of the men glowered at Crashhart. "Red” was already busy hauling their heavy armour and beautifully forged weapons into the merchants cart outside.
"Come on lads" Crashhart boomed "the armour made us too conspicuous any way! Think of all the new gear we can get with the funds".
Crashhart raised his rough, wooden, goblet. "A toast....... New beginnings".
The men murmured their response and downed their beers, wincing in disgust at the putrid taste of the liquor.
"Right boys, I'm popping outside to finish up with the merchant, finish your 'feast' and I'll see you outside".
Red was already sitting in the back of the cart as Crashhart exited the inn and jumped up to sit next to the merchant.
This would be a new beginning alright! By now the poison would be taking its toll on the others, the piss flavoured beer disguising its taste perfectly!
The sold off wargear and the bounties for his dead outlaw band would be just enough to fund his new warband.
Too many mistakes had been made the first time out and mistakes will get you killed in Mordheim!
The letter from his old "friends" from Lustria had cemented his decision. It was time to start again....... New beginnings indeed!
The foul beer and worm ridden bread did not help lift their spirits but it was all they could afford after the disaster of their first raid and the Chirurgeon bills that followed
One poxy shard of Wyrd stone.... ONE!
The eyes of the men glowered at Crashhart. "Red” was already busy hauling their heavy armour and beautifully forged weapons into the merchants cart outside.
"Come on lads" Crashhart boomed "the armour made us too conspicuous any way! Think of all the new gear we can get with the funds".
Crashhart raised his rough, wooden, goblet. "A toast....... New beginnings".
The men murmured their response and downed their beers, wincing in disgust at the putrid taste of the liquor.
"Right boys, I'm popping outside to finish up with the merchant, finish your 'feast' and I'll see you outside".
Red was already sitting in the back of the cart as Crashhart exited the inn and jumped up to sit next to the merchant.
This would be a new beginning alright! By now the poison would be taking its toll on the others, the piss flavoured beer disguising its taste perfectly!
The sold off wargear and the bounties for his dead outlaw band would be just enough to fund his new warband.
Too many mistakes had been made the first time out and mistakes will get you killed in Mordheim!
The letter from his old "friends" from Lustria had cemented his decision. It was time to start again....... New beginnings indeed!
