The fellowship of the shroud

The sun had set, allowing a dark gloom to spread over the river and coastal fringes in the distance

Two days, two freaking days stuck on this boat. Back to Grissenwald no less First we drag
ourselves all the way to Kemperbad, only to turn back to that castle of the Von Richtenfell family
from which were now returning, back to Grissenwald. What did we accomplish nothing, spend
weeks travelling only to find ourselves back at the very beginning of the adventure, Bernards
mind wandered.
Bernard was in a very bad mood all during the trip back to Grissenwald. Some would say he was
even moodier than Heinrich and nobody has ever seen a cheerful wizard of the death college. The
other party members kind of let him be. Even since the event where he started dancing bear naked
in that temple he had been drawn to himself, avoiding conversations.
Not only did we accomplish next to nothing, but I lost my rune hammer too, basically I lost more
than I gained on this trip. I have to admit though that the necromancy part was somewhat
interesting and I managed to get me some coin Ill need it to get back some of my equipment,
probably Ill end up paying more that is necessary but hey not that anybody would care.
As the evening presented himself, the captain lit the lights on the boat. They would continue the
journey regardless of the customary habit to halt and secure the boat for the night. Dieter - the
noble - had insisted that the party would travel to Grissenwald as soon as possible. He didnt want
to loose any time as he was keen on travelling to Middenheim to further investigate the leads that
were exposed in castle Von Richtenfell.
Bernard was so self-observed that he ignored anything and everybody. When at last Conrad
nodded him, offering some dry meat he wove it away, he didnt care for any food. He would grab
some of the dry rations from his sling bag if ever he felt he needed too. He couldnt really care for
the rest of the group.
Darker and darker, the night grew. The storm lanterns of the boat shed some light here and there,
not covering the whole deck. The light travelled to shore never to reach it, leaving only vast
darkness and sounds from the water and animals in the distance.
Bernard was still sitting on a bag of sand, or whatever, in the back of the top deck. He had not left
this place for the last days. He just sat there, staring over the railing as they traveled back to
Grissenwald. He sat there and sunk deeper and deeper into his thoughts, worries and grieves,
staring into the vast darkness that lie ahead.
How could it all have been so pointless? Were supposed to travel to Sylvania, have a look around.
He should have been grasping the opportunity to gain information on why/how the darkness was
rising in the old world . Why did I stray from my path, why
His eyes glanced over the water, he saw the fiery flame of the storm lantern being reflected on the
water as if little flames were dancing in front of him more and more his eyes focussed until there
was only flame
SCREAMS a dark voice spoke, his friends dead mutilated, scorched a dark presence
roamed the tunnels voices in his head shouting in a language he didnt understand but at the
same time paralysed him. The fear, the horror, the bloodshed, . DARKNESS, then FIRE &

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BLOOD, BLOOD everywhere Leopold - a once fearsome witch hunter - now his body lay on top
of of cultists in some filthy Tilean sewer disgraced.
Heinrich suffered potentially the worst fate of them all. He tried to engage the servant of chaos
head on only to find he was no match for whatever was raised that night. A deafening blow
and then a flame of the purest white colour he had ever seen and Heinrich was no more
vanished into thin air FIRE BLOOD and then suddenly as if somebody opened a
window during a hot summer night, a cool breeze entered the tunnel, along with it came calming
sounds, the world froze. Bernard stood up, he could breathe easily, there were no bodies anymore
and the blood was gone WHERE IS THE DAEMON - was his immediate reaction and he tried
to find some form of weapon to counter the next assault wave
Instead of a wave of cultists or a daemon, something else drew his attention. Deep in the tunnel a
light started to shine, not the same type of light that recently had killed his friend but a soothing
light, nearly warm to the touch. a Voice spoke, the echoes travelled throughout the sewer system
ENOUGH then a calm voice spoke to him, well to his mind actually, GI LATHAM HI,
AHRAIN, GI LATHAM Bernard was flabbergasted someone greeted him in Eltharin. They
called him LATHAM the Asun rune for stealth, shadows, secrets, night. a Name he was called
before, but he could remember who was there with him in the sewers beneath Miragliano?
LE FAEL spoke Bernard and relaxed his stance from a defensive one to a more relaxed one. At
this moment he witnessed the silhouette of person in the light far away in the tunnel. The silhouette
approached him. Man i eneth ln (who are you)- Bernard addressed the person that approached
him, Man i eneth ln. A friendly female voice answered i mellon a friend??? in this hellhole.
Before he realised who he was talking to he stood face to face with Sigrid (the priestess of Taal &
Rana that he had met in the enclave and that he and his party had helped destroy the
necromancer oppressing her people).
You, here??? Why? how? my friends DAEMON BLOOD FIRE his mind spiralled in
madness but Sigrid took his hands and whispered Suil Annui, erio thl ln i faer hen (which
roughly translates in - Winds of the West, may your breath lift this spirit) and just like that
Bernard found himself back on deck, eye to eye with Sigrid. Its ok friend Ive experienced your
suffering now. you will have to let go. Whats done is done you cannot bring them back you need to
let he past be the past . Bernard broke, after the action packed last few days he had been
grieving a lot his lost friends. With a low weeping voice he silently addressed Sigrid thank You fair
lady but I am a broken man, everything that was dear to me was ripped from existence in those
damned tunnels in Miragliano evil was set free in the world that night and we paid a heavy price
for that. I was so unfortunate to survive the horror WHY ME? a petty thief and silly adventurer. I
couldnt really fight so I hid in the crowd and survived cowardly When Myrion pulled me out of
those blasted sewers I swore an oath to redeem myself and avenge the fallen. But what have I
done so far? What great acts of redemption did I realise already? NOTHING, I am disgusted with
myself I have wandered around the empire and learned nothing about our assailants 2
YEARS have passed, 2 years (his voice cracked up).
Sigrid comforted him we are but mere mortals, who are we to define what our role is in life? we
are like a drop of water, running from the hill each of us following a random path. Some of the
drops stop running earlier than others but all are equal dont think that you are any less than
your fallen comrades your purpose in life yet has to run its course, you survived because your story
is not finished. Dont overthink, dont look for your story, let it find you. Bernard nodded but could
prevent shedding some tears deeply ashamed about the fact that he was unable to avenge the
death of his friends.
Sigrid pulled a flash out of her robes and handed him a cold beverage, here, drink this, you
deserve a goods night rest. This iced tea will subdue your demons and calm you down rest now
Latham Hodo vae mellon (rest well friend). Bernard accepted the cup and drank the tea. Shortly
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The following few days were pretty uneventful. Bernard had shoved all the memories of his dead
friends in a deep corner of his mind and decided to focus on his actions of vengeance. During the
day time he spoke a lot with Sigrid, some party members. At night he tried to study a bit the content
of the necromancy. As the days went along so did his mood lighten up. The party started to have a
few meetings on what steps they would take once they arrived. Most of the members would like to
re-gear, buy better and more suitable armour, suits, weapons the works. Others would like to
seek guidance and healing at the temple of Shaliah
Bernard had made a list of goods he needed to buy. He had stocked up on some items he could
sell and would take the time to wander the streets, looking for what the city had to offer. But even
more than wandering the streets he wanted to be absorbed by the city, learn its secrets find out
where information could be acquired and figure out how to improve his weapon mastery. Not
necessarily simple combat skills, Bernard figured out that he would have to improve his stealth
fighting given he would never be a broad shouldered fighter.
At last they arrived at the city of Grissenwald
Before going to shore Bernard addressed Dieter in a private discussion. He wanted to remain as
anonymous as possible to improve is chances of infiltrating in the city. He agreed to sync up with
the party leader each evening just after sunset, sneaking into the mansion and sneaking out when
needed. At first Dieter did not agree with the idea of one of his party members infiltrating the city.
Dieter wanted to talk strategy and leave as soon as possible for Middenheim but agreed as others
in the party expressed similar requests, each wanting to spend a bit more time on their individual
needs rather than the quest they were on.
Without too much fuzz and delay Bernard set foot on shore and found his way easily into the city.
Round noonish he checked in into a small inn at the edge of the city centre, at easy walking
distance from Dieters mansion (roughly a quarter of an hour) and just far enough outside the city
centre to be at ease among people that dont really pay too much attention to others and that do
not ask too many questions - ideal as a base of operation.
The barkeep was an old man, covered in tattoos, a few yellow teeth wearing an eyepatch. He went
by the name of Granger and his inn was his own property, looking at his hands it rapidly became
apparent to Bernard that this guy had not been an innkeeper for his entire life, his suspicion was
quickly confirmed by the safe-house markings that were carefully applied in the naming of the inn
rusti nailz (the i in rusty was deliberately misspelled and the Z in nailz had a remarkable curl near
the end this was a guild house marked to ensure that no questions would be asked provided
coin was provided Bernard smiled as this was the closest to home he had ever been.
That night he chatted up the barkeep, explaining that he was a traveller from Wissenland on his
way to Altdorf to purchase spices, like the ones imported from the new world. He also explained
that he was a simple merchant who would by for the lord of Kell. From the inked he got a few
addresses to purchase a few items and also got some pointers to little markets in the city where
items could be sold. After a good meal and a few pints of decent ale, Bernard called it a day.
After making sure his room was securely locked Bernard took the time to address a prayer to Morr
and Sigmar the 2 deities he had trusted on his entire life. Even more now than then he would seek
refuge in his faith. Though calmed by his talks with Sigrid he still grieved his previous party
members so he asked Morr for safe passage and safekeeping of his friends and he prayed to
Sigmar to infuse strength in him so he could find it in himself to go down his vengeful path. He
concluded his prayers by grasping his hand over his dagger in ritual sacrifice a blood offer to morr
just like Sigmar did on his doomsday by offering the bleeding heart of a bull to honour his
forefathers. In a swift move he drew blood, and grasped the medallions of Morr and Sigmar
hanging around his neck.
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HOLD THE THIEF . Bernard jumped out of his bed and drew his dagger, only to realise he
was still in the inn. The noise that had awoken him came from the street. The day had already
begun and based on how the light could be observed in the street Bernard estimated it was around
eight-ish Most like a merchant was robbed and the guard was chasing the thief through the
streets
aah city life Bernard smiled as he went down to get some breakfast after which he embarked
on his journey into the city.
First things first, I need to sell some stuff and preferably this silverware Im dragging with me.
Small items I can easily carry so they do not need to be offloaded Ill take my time to find a good
buyer, but this heap of plates, knives & forks no sir they need to go. It didnt take Bernard to sell
off his silverware and for the more or less acceptable price of 200 gold coins, not to bad a deal but
acceptable. Bernard needed to offload and he needed cash to burn.
Second stop on the way, the smithy where Bernard first sold his chain sleeve. In the end he
noticed that he lost a lot of his agility when wearing it and even more he couldnt bear the sight of
it, he had to wear it after facing total humiliation at castle Richtenfell .. this shirt had to go. The
reason however he visited the smithy was not to sell some stuff but he needed a new weapon, one
that suited him and his lifestyle. He was not a sword fighter and a dagger, well you use it to cut
bread and sausage a hammer was nice but in the end it only deals blunt damage and could not
be used for anything else besides driving poles in the ground to set up a tent or so , not really a
useful item when travelling a lot in the outdoors. No, Bernard had decided that the best weapon of
choice for him would be an axe, not a dual hander off course. No, a decent sized hand axe would
do.
The blacksmith could provide him with both a best quality axe and a kit to maintain it (oil, a
whetstone, leather cloth ). Bernard paid the man, thanked him and strapped his newly acquired
axe to his belt behind his back and use his travel coat to cover it up as usual. and no off to find me
some studded leather, a storm lantern, a tinderbox ..
Bernard had sunken deep into thought when an event happened that would snap him to alertness
just like a bear trap snaps the life out of an accidental fox that stepped on it. As he was planning
his next stops on the road of restocking of his gear a man briefly passed through his line of sight
Usually Bernard would care less for people moving down streets or markets but this guy, he could
have sworn that he had seen him before but he couldn't quite figure out where he stood
there, thinking where did we meet, hmm a guy with a tanned skin, short but curled moustache,
somebody from the southern regions of the empire may be, a merchant hmmm what else, a hat
- not uncommon - a hint of garlic when he passed me hmm a tanned man, clearly from the
south carrying a garlic smell, and I seem to remember hem exactly as he was when he crossed me
NO NO that cannot be, or could it ?
Instinctively Bernard started to walk in the direct that the man had gone, not trailing him, just trying
to go into the same direction, hoping to get another glance of the guy.
By noon Bernard had given up. He didnt get his chance for another glimpse and though that he
was chasing a ghost anyway. What would a Tilean do here in Grissenwald??? Given it was such a
nice day and that he had walked around pretty much aimlessly the last 2 hours Bernard ought it
time to call it quits, go over to a local bar and enjoy a small meal and a drink on the terrace.
There really are worse places in the world to be right now he considered while finishing his
sausage the sun on my face, a nice meal, a half decent mug of ale nice. But just when he
was about to put his lips on the mug his attention was drawn to a man, wearing a hat, having a
southern look standing across the street, talking to another guy. Bernard gently put his mug down,
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have a good look without getting spotted. Skilled in the art of silent movement, stealth and agile as
hell he slipped off the terrace of the bar, entered the street, snuck by some bystanders and was
able to position himself at roughly 2 yard, directly opposite from the guy, he could smell the
garlic just as he could a few hours ago AND JUST AS HE COULD 2 years ago!
SALVATORE MACCHIANI as a live and breathe , Bernard froze to the ground overwhelmed
by emotions. He kept thinking to act natural, dont give yourself away, dont let him recognise you
but for a brief moment, time stood still and he recalled this guy, Salvatore, approaching him in
his inn - the ugly duckling - looking for a group of men to save his daughter that had been taken
by cultists below his warehouse in Miragliano. This guy, was responsible for the slaughtering of his
friends he could draw his axe and end him here and now why the hell not??? - Bernard
kept arguing with himself.
After a minute that looked like ages, Bernard decided to trail him. First he wanted to figure out what
he was doing here, potentially recruiting new innocent victims for his blood fest? He needed
answers and this time he would make sure he would get them even if it would cost him his life
trying.
When the quick plan made sense in his head, a certain coolness took over. His emotions tucked
away pretty deep Bernard started the execution of his watch and learn plan. First of all he circled
around the place he was standing, to make sure that nobody was either following or watching him.
Then he disappeared into the alley next to the bar to check if others where watching Salvatore. He
stood there for a minute or 2 potential 3 until he was pretty sure that there were no hidden guards
or other shadowers around.
By that time, Salvatore finished up his discussion and started to walk down the street. This was the
queue for Bernard to get moving too. For hours he walked, taking notes of where they went and
approximately how long Salvatore halted to speak to somebody each time they halted. He figured
he would process the data when he was in he inn later this evening, using a city map he had
acquired from a local merchant that happened to be willing to lend him his map.
Remarkably one of the stops on the route included the temple of Morr in the lower city great he
is either a Morrite or an even bigger piece of scum than I already assumed, trying to make
arrangements within the holy temple. Sure take your time, pray, deal, whatever it is you feel like
doing, Morr is on my side he will smile upon your corpse when I had my way with you Bernard
mumbled
When Salvatore left the temple an hour or 2 later, Bernard had nearly given up. He thought that
Salvatore would have taken a shortcut exit rather than the main entrance, that he had been
detected or that a shady deal had gone down and that Salvatore would have made a run for it.
No, the guy came out of the temple and started walking like other civilians would do. Late in the
afternoon - around five-is - Salvatore entered an inn, the trusty tahr. Bernard waited 10 minutes,
checked for markings on the walls of the inn, disguised himself with what stuff he had with him and
entered the inn.
As he entered he saw indeed Salvatore, he was sitting in the far corner of the room, drinking wine
and enjoying a nice supper. Bernard ordered a mug of ale, a piece of bread and sat down 2 tables
down from where Salvatore was sitting and observed. He skimmed the inn - nobody was paying
obvious attention - he looked at Salvatore - this guy was obviously enjoying his meal - and finally
he rested, put his feet up and sat there ordering food and the occasional beer, smoking a pipe for
the remainder of the evening. He needed to make sure Salvatore would stay here so that he could
come back tomorrow and start a further investigation. He couldnt stay here tonight as this could
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After Salvatore left the dining room, Bernard mad sure he saw him entering the hallway up to his
room. At that time, Bernard returned to the bard and had a chat with the innkeeper.
Business is good? Cant complain - said the inn-keep. You a foreigner? or traveller? Business,
pleasure ? - enquired the inn-keep. Bernard grinned Well arent we the chatty type I travel
yes but I am from Wissenland, still our beloved empire and so no foreigner why? I take it the
lord of the inn is not a big fan of the diverse cultures with which us imperial merchants trade?
Well I cannot say that I dont like the coin they bring but I simply distaste some of their manners,
each of this guys has its own quirks take the guy that was sitting in the far end corner a
Tillean He DEMANDS to sit in that very corner every day and DEMANDS to drink only a specific
blend of red wine, I had to send my servant out to buy more. Sure he pays well but after all these
years of opening up an inn one starts to wonder if therell ever be a point where you get fed up with
these specific treatments and just tell FUCK OFF to a guy then again a customer is a customer
and I have to provide for my family
Bernard smiled I get your point, Im in the fur selling business myself and a deal with these
eccentric foreigners all of the time I too experience sometimes that I need to bite off my tongue
in order not to lash out at them, but like you said business first. Anyway, that Tilean you
mentioned how long is he in for? I might come back and bring some samples, typically southerners
have a weak spot for snow leopard furs
Ooh that guy he booked for a week and only arrived yesterday. Youll have plenty of time to
meet him Right - Bernard said - then Ill return later this week, heres a few silver to keep his
wine flowing your business might serve mine too Bernard nodded, smiled and left the inn
only to return to his own.
By the time he arrived at the rusti nailz inn the evening had fallen and shadow covered the streets
and market places of Grissenwald. Bernard had spent most of the way back to the inn checking
that nobody was following him while keeping an eye on the architecture of the city. If he wanted to
act he would need to have an impeccable knowledge of each and every back alley, manhole little
park and other details of the city he could think off. No detail could be overlooked.
He wouldnt have too much time for plotting his next move tonight as he agreed on attending a
banquet at Dieters mansion. A social event for which he had to dress up a bit and freshen up.
Upon arrival at the inn he decided not to announce his presence by entering through the front door.
Instead he circled one time around the block - making sure one last time that he wasnt being
followed - after which he climbed up to his room window via the rain-pipe.
After having checked his room for intrusion (he had placed certain items seemingly careless in a
tricky and disorderly fashion on the nightstand, bedside, floor and window-sill). Nice everything
is still in exactly the same spot as I left it in this is truly a safe house I must have a chat with
the inn-keep he mumbled. He removed his crappy disguise, fetched his good cloak and splashed
a bit of water in his face and hair. And now off to dinner Bernard left as he came, through the
window.
As agreed with Dieter he could easily enter the mansion through the service entrance. During
dinner the preparations for the trip to Middenheim were discussed. Bernard wasnt really actively
participating in the discussions, instead he sat back firmly in his chair, ate some food and
wondered why Salvatore was in Grissenwald As the evening progressed, so did the
consumption of spirits Bernard decided he had enough as the majority of the dinner guests
already started talking gibberish. He thanked Dieter for his hospitality - not that he noticed - and
made an exit through the servants quarters.
Before leaving through the mansions back door portal he quickly pulled a wig out of his sling bag,
mounted it on his head, pulled his cloak inside out and pulled the hood over his head. Thatll do
thatll do Bernard was not really happy with the quick & dirty disguise but at least this would

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prevent bystanders in the street from noticing that a hooded man entered and left the mansion via
the back door.
As he stepped up to the inn he quickly removed the wig and stepped into the entrance hall from
which he could overlook the rest of the smoke filled inn. There were still a few persons sitting
around here and there, chatting, drinking not paying attention to people entering the inn.
Busy day ? said the inn-keep as Bernard approach the bar. aye as usual too much to do in
too little time Bernard replied. I cannot complain however, business is good, the city flourishes
hehe yes she does, doesnt she lots of travellers, lots of traffic during the day and night
Bernard briefly caught the inn-keep blinking his eye to him. Bernard smiled, grinned actually oh I
see . Bernard unbuttoned his coat and sat down on a barstool. say that one would like to get
the latest spills on the underflow here, like for instance why the inns name plate seems a bit off
Now Bernard blinked and looked straight into the inn-keeps eyes, one hand beneath the
counter, slowly loosening the rope around his axe.
A moment of silence fell between those 2. The other bar folk kept to their own and ensured that a
fixed background noise filled the bar. Im not sure what you mean kind sir the inn-keep replied.
Oh surely you do my best man, such a fine establishment, such fine folk especially when the
barkeep has tattoos covering up some sever scars upon which moment the barkeep slowly put
is right hand in his side pocket. I think you know exactly what I meant, otherwise why mentioning
the night traffic? eeh, no specific reason you know, some deals are made during the daytime,
others during the evening in bars for example Bernard noticed that the barkeep had a bit of
trouble finding the right words to say, clearly he had been some kind of heavy hand that was
awarded with an inn for services delivered.
Instead of dancing the dance Bernard decided to cut the crap and go straight to the point Come
on, we both know we understand each other Bernard slowly leaned forward while opening his
shirt. The bartender sweated . At arms reach he slowly showed the tattoo on the left side of his
chest, a black raven in flight, the symbol of the night ravens his old guild back in Wusterburg a
quite known guild chapter in Wissenland and a few neighbouring provinces in the empire. Bernard
leaned back and buttoned up his shirt I think we understand each other, no?? the barkeep
nodded but replied this is a safe house, a dispute cannot be settled here
Bernard put up a broad smile Oh but fear not good man, I am here for business, I have no quarrel
with the local chapters here. I m a merchant, a tourist if youd like immediately the expression on
the barkeeps face cleared up Patrick said the barkeep and out his hand Richard said Bernard
and he shook the barkeeps hand. He assumed it would be safer not to share his true identity given
what he was about to undertake.
So Richard, lets talk business, what can I do you for, Patrick made a gesture to one of the
barmaids and a table was set up in the far corner of the inn. Please have a seat. So .. what brings
a Southerner here to Grissenwald. Bernard explained he had a personal matter to attend to, one
of the kind that required a fair level of delicacy to wrap it up. As it was personal to Bernard he
explained that information should only be spread on a need to know basis. Sure, sure no sweat
but what service can I provide . Im looking for 2 guys that can pack a punch and a secure
shelter, no interference no questions asked. I need full confidentiality, no names . a Mediocre
smile formed on Patricks face I cannot say this is a normal request for a stranger walking into
town but eh given your heritage I think it can be arranged. During the conversation Bernard
noticed the change in voice pitch and the rapid eye movement of the barkeep when mentioning
Bernards old guild - the night ravens.
They surely had a reputation clearly it had carried all the way to Grissenwald. Though Bernard
hadnt been in contact with the night ravens for quite a while he surely wasnt planning on informing
the barkeep here and would play the game until the end.

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for the right price Bernard nodded gimme a few days and Ill inform you. Bernard nodded
again and slowly pushed 2 gold pieces towards the inn-keep, who quickly made them disappear,
bit on them and smiled. A pleasure doing business with you Richard, please have a drink on me
and enjoy your stay in our city .
The 2 guys chatted until the inns barroom had emptied. Around midnight Bernard excused himself
for having to wrap up their little soire. He desired a good night sleep as he needed to address
more items tomorrow that required his full and undivided attention. Patrick nodded, shook his hand
and started wished him good night.
Back in his room Bernard couldnt help but feeling some form of satisfaction. With a little bit of extra
coin he would be able to snatch Salvatore from the street and interrogate him. The next few days
he would follow him and try to pin point a location for the hit.
Again he concluded the day with a prayer to Morr & Sigmar explaining them that his hour of
vengeance drew near.
The next day Bernard left before the dawn and headed over to the inn where he left Salvatore
yesterday, this time wearing a decent disguise. Just as he has positioned himself as such that he
could oversee the whole inn, he saw Salvatore walking down from one of the streets adjacent to
the inn. When he came within site, Bernard noticed the mud on his boots and clothes .. where had
he been, so early in the morning?? This guy was really a box of surprises. Furthermore, Bernard
watched Salvatore enter the inn via a back door, it nearly appeared as if he had a key
When the inn opened Bernard entered and ordered breakfast
Te rest of the day was filled with shadowing Salvatore. He followed him all over town, only to find
himself fall from one surprise into the other. Salvatore stopped by the morgue, the coroner, a few
bars, the smithy and last but not least the temple of Morr where again he stayed for a few hours
after which he returned to the inn where he met up with a few people.
Whats he doing here? What is his purpose why the visits to the morgue and MORR? WHY?
What kind of a twisted cultist was this guy? Salvatores behaviour really puzzled him. It should be
noted that he seems to meet both common people and others that are clearly some sort of
adventurers is what Bernard wrote down in his journal while having dinner at the trusty tahr inn, 2
tables away from Salvatore.
Curiously enough a hooded fellow came in, addressed Salvatore and both left quite soon after,
almost as if he was called away. Bernard immediately arranged his affaires and followed the both
of them into the darkness through the maze of streets and alleys of Grissenwald. Bernard was so
eager to know what they were up to that he nearly forgot to keep his cool and keep checking that
he remained concealed.
After walking for roughly an hour Salvatore and his companion met up with 3 other guys that were
standing over what appeared to be a corpse lying on the street, near the outskirts of the city.
Bernard made sure he hid in an unstoppable position from which he could observe what was going
on. It seemed that the 5 men were discussing it seemed like ages. Suddenly Salvatore clearly
signalled something to the others, pulled up the hood from his cloak, and went back from where he
came. Moments after he had turned his back one the other men pulled a small shovel out of his
backpack with he beheaded the corpse!
WHAT THE HELL, in the name of Morr Bernards thoughts ran free in his mind. But there was
no time to linger, he needed to move quickly if he were to remain trailing Salvatore.
As he snuck away from where he was hiding he could have sworn that he saw the limbs of the
corpse move just for a brief moment nah, just a secondary effect from the nervous system
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Salvatore went back to the inn without bothering to take another route, without checking that he
was being followed, Bernard was now highly convinced that he must have been linked to
supernatural cults as guild members at least would double check their path and safety.
Upon arrival at the inn - it must have been midnight - Salvatore walked up to the backdoor and
simply entered as if is was the front door of his home. Bernard kept on walking, glancing the inn
trying to spot signs, markings of any kind that would indicate that there was more to the inn than he
initially assumed however given the speed at which he walked by and the darkness covering the
city, no apparent markings could be distinguished.
Bernard made haste in returning to the rusti nailz inn. He had to enter by climbing the rain pipe
again as the inn had closed for the night already. Up in his room he reflected on the events of the
day. What is this guys link with Morr not a death mage for sure. He travelled with one and
Salvatore is nowhere near like the death mage of his current party a death mage or instance
doesnt carry the sent of garlic with him though this could be a cultural thing. And what was the
deal with the corpse on the street. It almost seemed as if those guys requested Salvatore to
approve of something or given his opinion what was he? a crime lord, a cultist that harvested
bodies? More importantly why would he have approached a party of adventures his party, 2
years ago. Bernard couldnt wrap his head around it so he decided to give it a rest for now.
Tomorrow he would further investigate. After a quick prayer he put himself to bed.
The next played out pretty much in the same way as the previous days did. Bernard shadowed
Salvatore who visited roughly the same places always the temple of Morr for a few hours, always a
quick visit to the coroner, some bar visits and a visit to a random market. Instead of surveilling the
target Bernard now just followed him and drafted an action plan in his head. Each day, near
sunset, Salvatore would come out of the temple of Morr. A place he did not visit to pray as Bernard
followed him into the temple too. No, instead of praying to Morr or making some kind of offering
Salvatore entered the temple only to disappear immediately and without any trace.
While Bernard was waiting for Salvatore to leave the temple a series of thoughts crossed his mind
so each day he leaves here around sunset, has dinner at the trusty tahr, potentially meets a
few people over there and calls it at day Since I will have to wait for the night to set in I will
need some trick to lure him out if I want to be able to snatch him hmm I think the local fur
merchant should re-visit the inn may be Bernard smiled. yes, that will be the plan. I lure him
out, we go round back to my wagon and the 2 heavies take care of the rest.
As usual for Salvatore, he left the temple around sunset and headed over to the trusty tahr inn.
Bernard kept watch until the inn closed and headed to his inn soon after.
Upon arrival at the rust nailz Bernard noticed that a feint light was still lit in the dining room. He
quickly removed his disguise as good as possible and knocked on the door. a peephole slit open
and Bernard heard the inn-keep say ah its you Richard, please enter . As Bernard entered de
inn-keep locked the door and explained that he would like to talk business with him in the common
room next to the dining room.
The common room was a small area used to to keep extra bed sheets, pillows in fact lots of spare
items that are frequently used in the inn. As Bernard entered he saw that 2 big men had already
taken place at what seemed to look like a small table with some bags of flour or wheat placed next
to it. Behind Bernard the inn-keep entered Guys this is No names! interrupted Bernard. I
dont need to know you and you dont need to know me. All you need to know is that you will be
paid to aid me executing a plan to the letter , for which you will be paid correctly upon
completion. The 2 guys nodded and the barkeep kept to himself.
After Bernard had explained them the plan he showed them again his raven tattoo this proves
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the repercussions if things go south respect me and Ill respect you. Good night gentlemen see
you tomorrow as agreed. Bernard placed 6 gold coins on the table, nodded and took the stairs to
his chambers, where he as usual wrote down his findings of the day and prayed to Morr and
Sigmar. His day of vengeance would be nigh
Next day, Bernard was out and about before the crack of dawn. He carefully prepared his
merchants disguise and went over every detail of the plan in his head. He would trail Salvatore for
the last time. When he would have his dinner in the trusty tahr inn he would approach him,
pretending to be a fur salesman, trying to lure him outside to present his collection. Once round the
corner of the inn the 2 strongmen he hired would ambush Salvatore in the alley, bag him, load him
up on a dog cart and cover the body with a tarp. At the same time they would assault Bernard in
disguise and drag him in the alley. From that point they would leave and make way to a guild
house near the rust nailz inn. Bernard would remove his disguise and trail the dogcart from a
distance a sound plan!
He applied his disguise, blackened his axe and dagger with a candle (the soot from the flame
would lay a thick black layer on the metal hence it would not reflect light without losing sharpness,
off course this is a one use only trick ) and readied himself. He entered the streets again via his
bedroom window. Once he had established that there were no peeping toms around he left for the
inn where Salvatore was staying. He made haste as he didnt want to encounter any surprises.
A quarter of an hour later he was in position, ready to observe The inn was considerably close
to some form of farmers market. When Bernard arrived the merchants were setting up. He took
the time to stroll around and look at what was on sale mainly local food but in the far corner
there was a Tilean merchant selling dried garlic strands. Bernard bought 2 may be it will help me
getting a bit closer to him anyway Im sure the smell will piss off some of the party members
which is always nice .
When he returned to his position from where he observed the inn he saw Salvatore approaching
from a distance just like yesterday only today he as accompanied by the coroner. Both had their
pants covered in dirt/mud and the coroner was carrying a shovel over his shoulder. At the inn they
shook hands and parted ways. Bernard assumed that they must have come from the graveyard.
But why what is this guy doing there and 2 days in a row??? .
The rest of the day passed by pretty uneventful and predictable, just like the days before. Bernard
didnt really care, he carried out his mission without a glitch.
As the sun set Bernard knew that the time had come to for him to take action and finish what he
came to do. He checked his disguise one last time, made sure he had some furs hanging out of his
sling bag and approached the inn.
As he entered he was immediately greeted by the inn-keep of the trusty tahr Heey its the fancy
merchant people like you are always welcome in Vinnys inn. Have a seat, want some wine?
Bernard greeted the inn-keep too and skimmed the bar attendants yes HE was there, eating at
his usual table. Bernard took the glass of wine and asked if he could get the table next to
Salvatore, blinking at the inn-keeper when hinting that it would improve his business .
Once installed he took the time to order he ate a bit, not too much, just enough not to trigger
suspicion.
Salvatore was completely at ease, eating, drinking he noticed Bernard and nodded to greet him
- as is customary when greeting strangers in a polite way - and ordered some more wine. Bernard
addressed him when the waitress delivered the new bottle Excellent choice sir, are you a
connoisseur?? A fine gentlemen like yourself sure looks like one to have a nose for the finer
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cuisine wine, veal off course I was breastfed culture, as probably might suspect from my
accent Hmm, Tilean?? Replied Bernard. Salvatore nodded
Well I hate to abuse a good conversation during dinner but might you consider what I have to offer
? Salvatore looked intrigued Im a fur salesman, I travel the old world buying and selling the
finest and rarest furs. From snow leopard over mink to skink-leather you name it I can get it.
Surely a fine gentleman like you fancies a pair of snake leather boots with a nice brown fox border
no?. I cannot say I am not intrigued by you offer. Are you on the market here tomorrow?
Replied Salvatore. Even better replied Bernard I just packed up my stuff on my wagon here in
the alley, I could easily show you now if you wish, there is still enough light to have a good look and
you must feel the samples too, In my business seeing and feeling is buying. Ah why not replied
Salvatore. Bernard had just witnessed his 2 helpers pass by the taverns window so he stood up
pretty confident and invited Salvatore to follow him, blinking again to the inn-keep when they
passed the bar. He opened the door and with a generous after you he invited Salvatore to the
streets.
Its just around the corner, my dog cart should be parked in the alley explained Bernard while
following Salvatore. For each step Salvatore took, Bernard took half the amount, ensuring that
Salvatore would gain distance on him while still giving the impression that he was following his
customer.
The moment they had fully entered the alley he saw the dog cart (and 2 bums lying in the gutter, a
bottle in their hands) and guided Salvatore My samples are under the tarp feel free to help
yourself While Salvatore leaned over the cart grabbing the tarp one of the heavies stood up and
knocked Salvatore over the head with the empty wine bottle. Things however didnt really go as
Bernard expected He expected Salvatore to go down on the first hit but instead he turned to
face his assailant, blood gushing from his head wound ..
While the 2nd heavy prepared to strike, Bernard froze to curb at the sight of 2 blades sliding down
from the sleeves of Salvatores coat WHAT THE HELL . Quickly Salvatore dodged his first
attacher while stabbing him on the side The 2nd heavy however struck Salvatore again on the
head which mad him loose his balance . Bernard felt that things could go south quickly if he didnt
intervene at that moment. Quickly he drew his axe, ran towards Salvatore and struck him with the
shaft of his axe a hit that was one too many for Salvatore who fell unconscious on the alley
floor.
Damned man, you never said this guys was a skilled fighter look at me, Im lucky my guts arent
hanging out One of the Heavies growled. Dont be a pussy, its a deep cut yes but youll live
you cannot bake a cake without breaking some eggs Ims sure youre used to more in your line
of work. Here is leather strap, put some cloth on the wound and strap the leather band around
your waist. You, help me load this guy on the cart. Bernard put Salvatores body on the cart,
covered it up with the tarp and told the 2 guys to get moving.
As they left the alley Bernard started to remove his makeup, wig and the rest of his disguise. There
was blood on his coat so he decided to wear it inside out.
When he too left the alley he could see the dog cart in the distance, good they are making good
progress and hes not limping they should be at the house pretty soon he mumbled. Bernard
checked the clearing around the inn, nobody hiding in the shadows, no lurkers Ok, time to
move.
Carefully Bernard started to follow the guys with the dog cart, carefully not to raise any suspicion.
From a distance he could already see the rusti nailz inn. Great he thought by himself we are
nearly there, phase 1 is nearing completion. A few minutes later he stopped at a house marked
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guy opened. yes?? The postman always knocks twice - spoke Bernard with a calm voice. yes
he does, yes he does the man at the door nodded and opened up to let Bernard in.
After the front door had been closed - using a 3 bolt system - Bernard was escorted to a door
behind the staircase. From there they descended into the basement. Just as he expected not a
normal one, but a gateway to a series of rooms that no doubt spanned over multiple houses and
most likely had a connection to the sewers somewhere.
Bernard was lead to a small room from which he could enter another room in which they had laid
Salvatore. Bernard had a quick chat with what he assumed to be the housekeeper. He was
explained that he could roam free in the house and ask for anything he needed as he saw fit.
After the informal chat, the housekeeper left and Bernard prepared himself to go in the room next
door.
He dropped his coat but pulled up his hood to the level of his eyes to stay anonymous for as long
as he would like. He made sure he only took in a dagger that was carefully stashed away in his
boot. As he opened the door he saw Salvatore lying on the floor, his head wound had been taken
care off - as requested by Bernard - and he had been stripped to his underwear though a blanket
and a bucket of water was available in the room.
Bernard entered and sat down on the floor across the clearly passed out Salvatore. So many
things he would want to ask, so many bottled up anger but he should keep his cool, he needed
information as most likely Salvatore was only a pawn in a greater scheme. He didnt seem to be a
practicing cultist though his body was covered in tattoos. A big black rose was tattooed across his
back, the roots of the flower seemed to line up with his ribs while the rest followed his spine
That must have heart like hell thought Bernard furthermore there were other symbols placed
here and there on his body. 2 of those intrigued Bernard.
On his right upper thigh he had a tattoo of big black raven, sitting on a tombstone while his left
upper thigh displayed a raven in flight with a rose in his paws an image he knew very well for he
wore an exact copy of it as a necklace this was a symbol of the faith of Morr, so where the black
roses and the raven on the tombstone this guy is a Morrite, but no preacher or acolyte. They
usually do not get these tattoos some of Bernards rage turned more and more to curiosity.
Time flew by, Bernard waited. He had no clue how long they had been there, he didnt really care
to be honest.
At long last Salvatore started to wake up
As his hands were bound behind his back, getting up was not easy. he tried but given the room
was lit by a single candle he couldnt orientate himself and his balance was severely disturbed.
Bernard let him try a few times only to see him fail over an over again. He decided to remain in the
shadows a while longer until Salvatore was fully awake.
Salvatore had stopped trying to get up and decided to sit with his back leaning against one of the
walls. Not so easy when youre not in full control of your senses hey Bernard spoke in a firm
and intimidating voice, not that it really seem to have an impact on Salvatore. Ive been better
replied Salvatore Why am I here, who are you I have no beef with any of the guilds here I have
paid all my bills and respected every house rule of the city. I will be asking the questions here,
you will only speak when asked to, have I made myself clear.
As clear as the southern accent that you use when you try to intimidate me mocked Salvatore
Bernard lost it and kick Salvatore full frontal in the teeth Lets he how witty you are now with you
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Now, I see that I have your attention What is a Tilean merchant with a secret devotion to Morr
doing here in the Empire. Salvatore spat another gust of blood on the floor iwts a fwee
counfwy I mewchanf, mow religion Bernard turned his back to Salvatore, walked a bit
towards the opposing wall at which point is turned 180 degrees and kicked Salvatore in his lower
abdomen.
Salvatore folded like a sheet of paper in the wind, spitting blood,slime and what was left of his
evening supper. Bernard stepped over Salvatores body and put his boot on his head, Salvatore
grasped for air doing so he inhaled his own vomit which made him even vomit more. He kept
standing there for about a minute after which Bernard ought he had enough.
He lifted his boot and walk away to the bucket with water. As Salvatore crawled away from the
pool of blood, vomit and bodily fluids Bernard took the bucket and emptied it over Salvatores head.
Based on Salvatores shuddering he grinned quite cold it seemed he thought by himself.
So are we ready to talk? All I want is clean answer, but remember no cockiness no attitude. I
think Ive made that clear already.
Look .. Im a Tillean merfant, I fisit the Empire to strengfen my buffines relafions. In Tilea we pray
to Morr like you pray to Sigmar I mean no harm
SO you are a MERCHANT a MERCHANT . Bernard approached Salvatore and shouted
Then tell me WHY A MERCHANT ROAMS THE STREETS AT NIGHT BEHEADING CORPSES
WHY does a MERCHANT visits the GRAVEYARD with a CORONER
Tell me WHAT DO YOU SELL
Salvatores look changed from slightly playful (but obviously in pain) to full focus AAH I see that
I have your attention now you piece of filth I dont know what it is that you do but in my book
befouling corpses at night it not the job of a typical merchant
So until you start speaking the truth or giving me some answers that make SENSE I will keep you
here and beat Ill even cut off you limbs and beat you with them if it makes you talk as far as I
am concerned your life is FORFEIT, after were done here YOU NO LONGER EXIST
Bernard sat down and stared at Salvatore who kept pretty much to himself. The more they sat
there, the more Bernard started to relax. His focus on Salvatore softened and he found himself
staring at his boots instead. Salvatore used this moment to try and grab the blanket.
Bernard grinned, this was the moment he had been waiting for with cat-like agility he jumped up,
drew his dagger and planted it in the middle of Salvatores hand the latter one screamed as the
dagger went through his hand Bernard retracted the dagger, grabbed the blanked and move to
a far away corner of the room.
Items like this must be earned by ANSWERS THE TRUTH, TELL ME THE TRUTH

Look, the more you decide to play this game the clearer it gets that you are not a merchant, a
normal joe from the street would break and would have given me his wife, house and sold his
children . You put up a fight, you are resilient, you have been TRAINED So STOP WAISTING
MY TIME and tell me YOUR BUSINESS here
Bernard sat down again and tried to gain control of this emotions again, he knew this was going to
be a long long session this guy was a pro, not a cultist high on some sort of drug. He had
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After he took a breather, Bernard continued. You did not sell anything, all you do day in day out is
run around, visit the coroner, the morgue the temple of Morr and the graveyard
For a first time Salvatore replied you seem to have an unnatural interest in me, tracking my every
move As I said before I am a Merchant nothing more. All the encounters you mention are purely
random and pulled out of its context
Bernard started to loose its cool again enraged he shouted RANDOMLY PULLED OUT OF
CONTEXT AN UNNATURAL INTEREST Let met tell you something I have my reasons for my
personal interest SALVATORE MACCHIANI the name echoed through the room.
Salvatores attitude changed from tired but focussed to full attention in a split second. The ever
silent attitude was altered WHO are you .. and why would you call me by that name
Bernard replied in a calm, somewhat natural voice I call you by that name, because that name has
been engraved in my mind like it has been chiseled in stone, ever since that day you approached
ME And he lifted his hood
Salvatore didnt really seem to recognise him sorry but
QUIT PLAYING THE FOOL!!! Bernard rumbled. You feign that you have no remembrance of me
but I remember you like it was yesterday. You approached me and my party in Wusterburg 2
years ago your daughter had been kidnapped and abducted into the sewer system beneath
Miragliano RINGS A BELL???
YOU what happened wasnt my fault I was sent
Bernard jumped up and planted his knee in Salvatores chest So you DO remember YOU
laid us into that hellhole, ALL of my party was SLAUGHTERED there that day there was no girl
only cultists and a DAEMON
Salvatore rolled over the floor moaning
YOU were SENT I NEED ANSWERS, part of me DIED that day you were sent to do
what to destroy us he paused . to destroy the witch hunter ??? he spoke very calmly.
No No NO none of that, Ive already said too much. I told you my daughter was missing, this
was true . STOP LYING TO ME Bernard grabbed Salvatore and punched him in his kidneys
via his back. Salvatore shouted out from the burning pain in his body. Bernard stood up and kicked
Salvatore in the other kidney with the heel of his boot at this point Salvatore lost consciousness.
Bernard quickly stepped out of the room. A guard stood there. Bernard asked him for a new bucket
of water and some bread, the guard nodded and left.
As Bernard re-entered the interrogation room he saw that Salvatore had gained consciousness
and had rolled on his back.
Where were we .. oh yes, you were about to tell me WHO YOU ARE, WHAT YOU DO and more
important WHY YOU WERE SENT to lead us to our doom
Look, you can keep playing it cool which will only lead to me guaranteeing you a painful death
after which I conclude my vengeance until further clues present themselves OR you could spill
some beans and will rethink what I will do to you.
Salvatore smiled wrong reaction and Bernard ran towards Salvatore pulling back his fist to
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STOP shouted Salvatore, Stop please I cannot tell you a lot, I am bound to silence
Salvatore looked down, as if he was ashamed, disgusted with himself.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. Bernard opened, accepted the bread and the
bucket of water.
Information earns my respect Bernard walked over, washed his hand and bound it with a piece of
cloth. He then put a piece of bread in front of Salvatore that had been dipped in water.
Gracefully Salvatore ate the bread as if it was a gourmet meal.
So, you were sent but youre bound to secrecy. This brings me back to my first question
WHO are you and more important WHAT are you Dont given me the merchant story again. You
know me, you recall what I am cut the crap. Ive trailed you for a whole week. You have no
contacts here except for the hours you spend at that temple of Morr in the city. You admit being a
Morrite your tattoos show your dedication
If a put a few things together you are some form of Morr extremist this links with the trips to the
graveyard and the coroner. But why behead this corpse in the street and how did we fit in the
story? Again did Leopold had to be taken out as a form of revenge? pay-back? A witch hunter of
the church of Sigmar that had to disappear?
Who enforces the silence? Surely not the acolytes of the temple
Salvatore kept nodding his head as some form of negation. No no I cannot tell. The witch
hunter was not the target, your party was not the target no war with the Sigmarites please. I was
sent to find a team to investigate something that exceeded our capabilities. What happened was
never meant to happen there is blood on my hands, blood that I can never repay I
understand your anger but I cannot
You cannot WHAT Bernard reclaimed his cool being angry would not help him now. He was
at least comforted by the fact that the party was not deliberately lead to its doom.
What do you do, what do you investigate or who do you investigate do you even know what
happened there? Bernard paused as his emotions got the better of him a daemon was released
there those cultists were performing a blood ritual is it that what you investigate? Are you a
witch hunter? Clearly not Ive known one for more than a decade and he was not covered in
Sigmar tattoos . He did not operate mainly at night
Salvatore answered I was tasked with getting help, your friend Leopold was a renowned witch
hunter my friends needed his help. The cultist problem was getting out of hands this was not
our expertise many Tileans died since that beast was set free we couldnt stop it either
Your expertise come on man you run around at night you have a tight link with Morr but
when it comes down to daemons you back off thats not your expertise. What do you investigate
then? the dead? do you investigate cults that worship the dead??? Do you investigate
necromancy??? Are you some form of Morrs helpers, helping those that are dead cross the
river?
I will not tell on my friends spoke Salvatore A property that I respect but I need more
information, I guess Ill pay a visit to the Morr temple then. Meanwhile youll remain here. I will
make sure that care will be taken.
Bernard grabbed his coat, dagger and left the room. He instructed the guard to attend to the
prisoners medical needs and arrange a meeting with the responsible of the house. The guard
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Bernard had his meeting, payed up 10 gold pieces in exchange for the guild to hold Salvatore
captive and tend to his needs until Bernard returned. Bernard asked for the clothing that Salvatore
was wearing.
An hour later, Bernard was back on the street, dressed as Salvatore (he did not take all the
clothes, just the most apparent ones). Based on the position of the shadows in the street it must
have been near sunset the next day! He had spent a day and night interrogating Salvatore but
was too pumped with adrenaline to feel tired. Off to the temple
While going through Salvatores stuff and clothes he discovered a necklace and a brooch. Both
depicting a raven holding a sword and spyglass in his paws. A symbol he had never seen before.
Clearly linked to the belief of Morr but unlike the symbols he had grew to known.
Bernard quickly stopped for a drink and a bite before continuing his trip to the temple of Morr.
As he approached the temple the sun was about to set. He wasnt really on time to link up with
Salvatores time schedule but he figured he would wing it.
He entered the temple, donated a silver piece as offering and stepped up to the altar where he
kneeled and prayed silently to Morr.
Morr, deity of the underworld you hold my friends in the palm of your hands for quite some
years now. I feel you are the key to my salvation, to my vengeance. Your people will bring piece to
my mind. I offer my services to you and request you humbly to guide me to your people
Just as he wanted to continue a hand grabbed his right shoulder.
Youre a bit late today too much work? Doesnt matter his excellence is ready for your lessons
Bernard tried to remain in full control of his nerves and emotions. He stood up kept the hood over
his head and put his hands in his sleeves, crossing them across his chest.
He followed the acolyte that had addressed him. Together they walked to a door behind the altar.
On the door there was tiny engraving matching the necklace and brooch. Im definitively in the
right place though Bernard.
The acolyte opened the door through a series of hidden pressure plates on both the floor and the
wall.
In the room behind the church sat bishop Petrus Medini the head of the church of Morr in
Grissenwald. Salvete amigo (welcome friend) he whispered Wow classical language thought
Bernard. Bernard nodded, kneeled and kissed Petrus ring.
The bishop signalled to his acolyte to leave them alone (as usual) by waving his hand briefly.
Tell me friend what is new today Bernard grabbed his dagger out of his boot and replied
Absolve me, pater, quia peccavi (forgive me father for I have sinned) he waited just long enough
to hear the bishop reply Salvatore??? with a tone in his voice that gave a way that he didnt
recognise the voice of the person in front of him. At his moment Bernard lashed out, drawing his
dagger and putting it to the throat of the bishop.
Dont even think about making a sound unless you want an earlier encounter with Morr
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I am not Salvatore but I hold him captive Ive been investigating him ever since he lead my
questing party to its demise in Miragliano 2 years ago Im here for answers and YOU will give
them to me
Salvatore is some sort of investigator but a fanatic Morrite. What does he investigate, why does he
get daily trainings at this temple and why do you guys were Morr symbols that are not know to the
public. I am very familiar with witch hunters and have a decent understanding of religion in the
Empire but you seem to be leading a clandestine cult of Morr and I want to know what it is that you
do, why I was part of a greater scheme to kill a cult in Tilea and
Slow down my friend troubled soul Slow down. Pull away your blade please Im an
old man I will not be able to harm you, my only weapon these days is knowledge.
Bernard put back his dagger, removed his hood and stood in front of bishop Petrus.
Knowledge is all I seek father. Ive been dealt a great wrong a while back, a wrong that haunts me
until this day. Salvatore lead me into it so I made it my sole purpose in life to hunt him down when I
met him here in Grissenwald. Based on my analysis he is part of some sort of Morr cult that
observes the dead, why and how did I fit into the storyline I figure you owe me as much as an
an explantation for all the grief your people have caused me
Petrus bowed his head, and cited part of a prayer to Morr for forgiveness
My friend, Morr might forgive me for what I am about to tell you, but the rest of my order will most
definitively not Then again, I am an old man, whos to tell how much time I have left. So who can
blame an old man for sharing a few of his thoughts
I saddens me to hear that you have been part of a great horror. I have heard about what
happened in Miragliano a while back, let me be the first to offer my deepest condolences to you.
the things that took place there should never have been possible on through lack of manpower
could we not have seen this event coming Rest assured that you and your party members were
never intentionally lured into a trap of whatever kind, a part of the church of Morr reached out to a
child of Sigmar to aid them in the elimination of a festering evil there was nothing more to it.
More good men besides your friends were lost that day so we too were grief struck when the news
came
Thank you for you openness and honesty father but you speak of an order I have been a
worshipper of Morr my entire life but never have I heard of a Morrite order busy with investigations
and actual actions versus chaos Bernard humbly bowed his head.
There are any things in this world that you are not aware of my dear sorry I didnt catch your
name?
Bernard replied Bernard in a calm but firm tone.
My dear Bernard. The tale of my order takes us ages back in time, way back we are members
of the fellowship of the shroud a secretive order of Morrites that investigate the undead and
more specifically that keep the dead dead some of us are mere scholars such as myself, others
are agents, operatives in the field that feed us information about necromancers, vampires and
undead. And few, too few in fact are the manu militari of Morr vampire hunters or witch hunters
grouped in the league of Ostermarkhough few will admit membership as the shrouds methods
are considered questionable. Petrus paused briefly to take a breath
As I told you, the Fellowship of the Shroud exists as a secret order within the The Cult of Morr.
One of our main chapter houses is based on Siefriedhof. Our history likely dates back a thousand
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and to Blessed Commander Anthon Aethelbert who after Lanfranchis death reformed the order
under guidance of the Cult of Morr.
Bernard was flabbergasted by what he had just heard.
Though the official church of Morr denounces the existence of the fellowship, it has existed well
since forever. Be aware that not only the official church of Morr denounces the existence of the
fellowship, also the other churches of Sigmar, Shaliah to name a few and often send out witch
hunters to investigate the morrite worshipers trying to prove membership which in their opinion
equals to heresy!
Bernard nodded, silently trying to absorb as much as possible of the info that was provided. So all
of the time Salvatore was in town, he was hunting undead, vampires , necromancers or
gathering intelligence here, in Grissenwald?
The Bishop nodded Yes, he is a loyal servant one of the few remaining which is a pity these
days given the darkness that is flooding our world.
Bernard was enormously intrigued by this newly acquired knowledge. He had been a Morrite his
entire life, operating in graveyards, tombs, praying to Morr for support and guidance. To him it
seemed as THE opportunity not only to redeem himself by increasing the commitment to faith in
his life but also a way to get approval for his quest for vengeance as he would keep striving to
wreak havoc on those that had caused the slaughter of his friends. Furthermore, there was a
practical aspect, he had encountered a powerful necromancer with his new party and had
witnessed first hand to what they are capable off and they were about to travel to Middenheim to
investigate another necromancer even a cult .
As bold as his original threat to assassinate the bishop, Bernard stood firm and asked how does
one join this fellowship of he shroud? long time have I sought a path to honour both Morr and my
fallen friends. I can think of no better way than to become an agent like Salvatore
Then he described his life and career choices, his commitment to Morr but also the more recent
encounters with the Von Richtenfell family and the plan of his new party to further investigate cults
and necromancy in Middenheim.
The Bishop remained silent Bernard could literally feel the time passing by.
This is not a light choice my son, it is not a career choice but a commitment for life. One that binds
you to our order and to Morr in a way you have never experienced. However given your experience
as a Guild member I feel you understand the true meaning of committing yourself to a cause. And
since the orders list of militants is not up to the level that it should be I guess we can consider
initiating a new member.
Ive shared a lot of information with you a bit too much but rest assured there is still a lot more
beneath the surface
The bishop looked at the windows and addressed Bernard Its getting late, I suggest you come
back tomorrow with Salvatore and well see from there onwards how to initiate you and how to
guide you. I take it you are in town for more than a few days still??? If so we can still properly train
you with the basics though I get the feeling the you draw experience out of lots of other aspects
from your past life, for now however I bid you farewell, see you tomorrow The bishop clapped his
hands and an acolyte entered.
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In all serenity Bernard left and found himself back on the streets close to midnight, wondering
how to handle things with Salvatore.
Since he was convicted that the only way is to face problems head on, he decided to return to the
guild house across the rusti nailz inn and talk to Salvatore.
On the way back to the guild house Bernard felt torn in two. For the firs time in years he felt
relieved - he got closer to investigating his friends death, a real chance to avenge himself - but on
the other hand he felt bad, really really bad for what he had Salvatore through.
In the back of mind he knew Salvatore was a trooper, a dedicated agent unwilling to reveal his
intentions no matter what. In some way this would not have been the worst that happened to
him given his profession. On the other hand .. its a persons compassion and respect for others
on which he is truly valued.
It didnt take Bernard long to arrive at the house. He removed his hood and knocked at the door.
Yes Ooh its you, enter The doorman closed up after Bernard The boss is upstairs, he
expects you . Though Bernard had expected this invitation he wasnt any less surprised when
he was asked to have a sit-down with whoever that lead this guild in Grissenwald.
He mounted the stairs, given there was only one door he approached it gently and knocked. Enter
A firm voice called him in. As he entered the upstairs room a person approached him to close
the door behind him. Amid a rather luxurious room stood a large dining table at the very end sat
a middle aged guy, smoking a pipe. 2 guards had positioned on either side of the door, windows
were nailed shut and were barred.
Aah the nameless one the night raven pleased with our services so far? Bernard grinned
with who do I have the honour of having this conversation and he bowed his head as he finished
his sentence.
Well I be damned, no formal introduction but he inquires me for my name look, Ill be very
open. The only reason you even had the opportunity to conduct your little business in one of MY
houses, the reason you are still standing here before for me instead of lying role up in a carpet at
the bottom of my feet is because I owe the night ravens. The provided me a service once. So you
better start with a proper introduction and you better explain why there is a half dead man in MY
basement while you wander off having a nice stroll through the city
Bernard straightened his clothes, cracked his neck a bit and started a conversation with a calm
voice but with a rather intimidating tone, after all he couldt let the guild get the better hand here or
he would loose everything. Ok, I guess some form of curtsy is in order here, as you know I a
member of the night ravens from Kell, my nickname is black rose, I cannot even remember my
real name being an orphan that grew up in the Guilds of the Empire. Ive always been called the
black rose. As for my business that is my own, I will tell you that it has been handled and I thank
you for your hospitality. I will pay up, if needed immediately, and then leave you guys be.
You really think you can walk into a house of the white crow, pay up and walk out again Im
afraid its not that simple Mr Rose
Look, what to you want? Bertrand snapped bad at the leader of the white crows. Do you really
want a gang war? Do you really want me to go back to Kell and from there alert the rest of
Wissenland that there is a guild active in this backwater hole of Grissenwald called the white crows
who make it their business to offer services and then violate the the guild charter of fair trade?? Is
it that what you seek? Bernard walked up to the guild leader Do you really want to have to look
twice, no three times over the back of your shoulder when walking through YOUR OWN CITY,
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up, kill my prisoner come on take your chance be a local hero Bernard finished his plea
by pulling the dagger out of his boot and plunging it firmly in the table in front of the gang leader.
Bernard noticed that his speech clearly had had an impact, he sat down and decided to cease the
moment or do you want to use this opportunity to forge a liaison, a trade union between the night
ravens and the white crows. Think about it, you could be the leader that upscaled your operations.
Bernard knew he had struck a sensitive nerve, he saw some twinkle in the eye of the guild leader.
Come to think of it that actually doesnt sound like a bad idea. You think they would be open for
it? the night ravens DO have a reputation said the guild leader and he smiled.
Well I cannot speak for the night ravens off course, but I know my way around in their inner circle
and I can surely speak well of our encounter. Furthermore I can offer you here and know a
partnership in my business, an activity I run in cooperation with the night ravens .
And what sort of business do you run, I must say that we are not a guild of assassins
Inquired the guild leader.
Oh no, rest assured, my business here was a personal matter. I am a merchant, my main activity
consists out of trading rare relics and archeological artefacts priceless items with sales margins
that have no upper limit. In this profession Im always looking for new sources of merchandise or
new clientele or even new trade routes whichever you can provide is fine by me.
Well then I think we can come to some sort of agreement smiled the guild leader. He offered
his hand to Bernard Lets shake on our new partnership, Im Kelen, the kid. Bernard shook his
hand after which Kelen signalled one of his guards to fetch a cheese platter and bottle of fine wine
to celebrate the new partnership.
Bernard drank a few glasses, ate a bit of cheese and excused himself for leaving a bit early for he
still had some business to attend to in the basement. Kelen nodded, confirming he understood that
business had priority over everything.
Bernard explained he would go down, finish up and leave. But he would return later the next week
to talk business. Kelen smiled and said goodbye.
On the way down to the basement he thought of how to approach Salvatore but could really
converge to simple way this would be without a doubt a complex matter to address.
Upon arrival at the holding room, he greeted the guard, opened the door and entered the room.
Salvatore was awake and had curled up in the far corner under the blanket Bernard had left there.
The room smelled of urine and other bodily fluids this had to stop.
Bernard approached Salvatore and gently grabbed his shoulder to reassure he meant no harm.
With a calm voice he addressed Salvatore Ive visited the temple and spoke with father Petrus
Salvatores facial expression changed from fully focussed to relaxed, as if a load was lifted from his
shoulders, he didnt spill the beans the bishop had lifted a tip of the veil apparently.
You should know that hold no grudge anymore against you I know now why we were sent I
still resent our selection for the task but you were only the messenger. Bernard cried and
pulled the dagger out of his boot. Salvatore started curling around Bernard, trying to tackle him
trying to get away from him No no fear not Bernard stretched out his arm to calm down
Salvatore I was trying to cut you loose, I mean you no harm not anymore.
Swiftly he cut the ropes tying Salvatores hands behind his back Youre a free man Bernard
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I apologise for my actions earlier I do no expect you to forgive nor forget what I did. What I did
to had to be done for me to move on, I do regret that it had to be at your expense. But there was
no other way not for me. I doubt you would ever have given me the information I needed so
I understand You have a suffered a lot, we all have Ive had worse indeed. I will get back on
my feet, dont worry, I am Tilean merchant we are used to being tough grinned Salvatore as he
was flexing his muscles.
Bernard opened the door, stepped out and fetched Salvatores stuff.
Here is your gear dont worry, all is there I merely used it to meet your fellows. Bernard
smiled.
When he was fully dressed Salvatore addressed Bernard What will you do now, now you know the
truth??
I took an oath of vengeance when I buried my friends I want to join, I want to be a merchant
and he blinked to Salvatore.
Salvatore nodded, suppressing a smile I think you will be a good one, Ill help you set up but thats
it then I must say that for now weve done already enough business for a while Bernard
nearly laughed but realised he couldnt as the guard could never understand what had taken place
here.
He approached Salvatore and whispered Come on, Ill grab you and show us out.
Half an hour later they were back on the streets a few hours before dawn. As they walked
towards the rusti nailz inn Bertrand offered thed both go his room and rest but Salvatore refused.
If you dont mind, Ill go to the inn where Im staying come see me there tomorrow. You have my
word that Ill be there be safe Bernard agreed, they said goodbye and each when on their own
path. Bernard - as usual - climbed the rain pipe and entered his room.
The next day he felt reborn he decided he had no agenda today. He would take a long
breakfast, have a stroll through the city, bye some new gear and meet up with Salvatore in the
afternoon.
He shopped around and bought:
- a full body studded leather armour
- a new storm lantern (for this one he had to run all over the city as he didnt just want any type
of storm lantern. He needed want a variant of the classical storm lantern, namely the one
whereby blinds could be applied to the side windows in order to either limit the light to the
bottom only or direct the light to a given direction)
- a new sling bag
- a best quality tent and a bedroll (he had really had it with sleeping on the ground )
- a tinder box and a flask of lamp oil.
Around noon he returned to the rusti nails inn to offload and store his new gear. Afterwards he ate
a large multi coarse meal, chatted with the inn-keep and went on his way to meet Salvatore.
As the sun had passed zenith he arrived at the trusty tahr. He entered the inn and asked the innkeep (who clearly didnt recognise him) for the presence of his Tilean contact. The inn-keep notified
that the guy he was seeking was out on business.
No problem, Ill wait on the terrace, Ill take a beer & cheese platter please . And So Bernard
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It took a while - the sun was about to set - when Salvatore came walking over the market square.
Are you ready to go to the temple he softly spoke. Ready as Ill ever be Replied Bernard and
the left for the temple of Morr.
In the temple they both made an offering and kneeled before the altar and the statue of Morr. Soon
after they were welcomed by the same acolyte Bernard had met yesterday. Welcome, I will notify
father Petrus of your arrival and he left them to their prayers.
An hour later they were requested to follow the acolyte again they went through the marked
door into the large chapel but instead of meeting father Petrus there they were instructed to take a
seat. First Salvatore was called forth to join Petrus in his personal quarters, a small sub section of
the chapel.
Bernard waited, and waited and waited some more. It must have been night when he was called
forth.
As the acolyte opened the little door, giving way to the inner sanctum, Bernard picked up the scent
of garlic and incense the door closed behind him.
The inner sanctum, the private quarters of the bishop was some sort of combination between a
chapel and a library. The room was filled with smoke and candles were its only source of light.
Bernard was along in the room .. he started to wonder where the others were.
Suddenly a voice addressed him Bernard, If you came here out of your own free will, then undress
and approach the light Bernard started to undress and walked up to a bunch of candles. It was
then that he noticed a stairway behind an bookcase that had swung open. A stairway leading down
to some form of cellar.
Surrender yourself and prepare to embrace Morr
Bernard entered the cellar and saw 4 hooded figures standing on either sides of stone cut altar.
One of the cultists wore a distinctively different set of robes - obviously father Petrus.
Come forth Bernard we are the fellowship of the shroud. What is your intention?
Bernard, spoke I wish to join the order
the order has agreed to embrace you in its ranks, but be aware once you start your initiation
there is no way back. From this point onward you are sworn to secrecy upon penalty of death. Do
you agree and wilfully want to participate in this initiation ritual?
YES replied Bernard firmly
then place yourself on this altar and embrace MORR
As Bernard took place on the altar the cellar filled up with chanting in the classical language, a
sermon chant. Suddenly the room filled with smoke, not the incense or candle smoke but a thick
white smoke filled the room.
A dark voice shouted above the chanting Morr, lord of dreams, take this initiate in the palm of your
hand and guide him with your love.
Bernard noticed that he was getting sleepy, he tried to fight it but in the end he succumbed to the
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Suddenly he found himself awake in his tavern no doubt Great Im home he shouted
Barkeep, your best ale and a spicy sausage but no response. Bernard wondered why there
was no reaction, there seemed to be 3 people sitting in the back so there should be at least
somebody in the inn. He decided to walk over to the threesome to ask if they had been served.
As he got near the threesome his jaw dropped at the table sat Heinrich, Leopold and Tintel all
staring straight ahead and acting as if they were having a conversation with each other but without
making any sound.
Bernard approached and suddenly Leopold stood up and gestured that he was to be seated at the
table. He sat down and the 3 others started talking but he didnt hear any sound. He tried and
tried but couldnt heat what his friends were saying
In the end he gave up and left the table, only to see that Leopold stood up and gestured him again
to take place at their table Again the same scenario, lively discussions without sound .
Bernard couldnt figure out what was happening. He decided to stay seated and observe the
discussion though he couldnt lipread he got a very good look at the faces of his friends. It struck
him that they didnt look very well. All had a greyish skin colour and some of there facial muscles
would not react as they used to. He could distinctively recall that Heinrich had dimples in his
cheeks when he spoke yet now his cheeks remained flat.
The longer he sat there the more he observed them until it struck him they were dead. They
were talking lively among each other but ignored him until he left the table. Oh how his fiercely
wished he could converse with them but he remembered, they died and he had survived but
this would also mean that this whole situation was surreal.
All of a sudden he got an idea his friends were dead but he wasnt. They conversed but he
couldnt understand them because he was alive he had to die for him to be able to converse
with his friends. In a split second he pulled the dagger out of his boot and without thinking he
plunged it directly in his heart
Im telling you, we should tell him that he needs to cross the barrier he needs to come to us
Spoke Heinrich. But But I can here you guys I am here Spoke Bernard. His friends
reacted and started telling all that happened since they died Bernard participated in the
conversation and also took the time to apologise and say farewell. He was now at peace with the
death of his friends as he had been given the chance to say goodbye.
He had no idea how long he had been chatting there with his friends but suddenly they all stood up
and nodded Bernard didnt get it. He turned around and saw an acolyte with the markings of the
temple of Morr, standing there in the midst of the inn. His face was covered with a hood, his hands
in his sleeves. Bernard stood up and faced the acolyte. As he approached him, the room changed.
Suddenly he stood eye to eh something in what seemed to be nowhere. They stood in total
blackness, there was no floor, no walls nothing. The acolytes eyes were black holes. Though
there was no light he could see the acolyte pretty sharp. As he opened his mouth to ask WHAT?
WHY? the acolyte spread his arms wide open and a white raven appeared, a raven in full flight
holding a sword and a spyglass in his paws the raven came to life and flew towards Bernard.
As the rave touched his chest he felt a burning pain in his chest but not a like indigestion or when
you burn yourself on a hot stove. This pain, the burning his very soul burned.
Bernard screamed and screamed even louder Easy now easy now Salvatore held him as
he hung over the altars, sweating like hell nearly fully dehydrated
You made it, you survived the challenge each gets a personal challenge while in the palms of
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Youre now a true member of our faith of our fellowship Welcome brother Bernardus, you have
died and reborn into the faith of Morr.
Bernard sat upright on the altar to weak yet to stand on his legs. He noticed that his chest had
been bleeding but now the skin looked burned the symbol of the raven holding a sword and a
spyglass had been burned into his chest He hadnt noticed the symbol on Salvatores chest, but
then a gain his body hair grew thick and wealthy it must have covered up the symbol.
Hours later he was up and about and stood next to Salvatore and some acolytes in the chapel,
facing bishop Petrus.
He spoke to them about the formation of the order, its secrets, its teachings. At long last he
stopped preaching, his face cleared up and he finished with a joke indicating it was all over.
Well my fellow agents, we welcome our newest member brother Bernardus into our order!
The other agents applauded and shook his hand after which they left one by one. Finally only
Bernard and Salvatore stood in the chapel. A minute later, father Petrus returned from his library
with 2 books.
Bernard, take the time to read these books as they will guide you in the task ahead Bernard was
handed 2 books, one on necromancy and handling of the undead and one on burial rituals. For
now this is enough, go and rest - there is a temple of Shaliah nearby if you want to strengthen and Ill see you next week for a crash course.
Bernard and Salvatore walked through the temple and opened the doors to enter the street it
must have been near to dawn.
Father Petrus, who had escorted them, grabbed his shoulder and whispered remember it is
always darkest before the dawn. Remember this as it will keep you alive!
Bernard nodded, shook his hand and both he and Salvatore left. First stop, Salvatores inn. They
said goodbye, farewell actually as Salvatore would return to Miragliano the next day.
Until next time brother spoke Bernard Until next time Brother replied Salvatore, and each
went his separate way. In the case of Bernard, again to the inn, via the rain pipe through his
window.
The remainder of the week, Bernard spend his days reading / studying the books he had been
given. For that he travelled to the graveyard as he found it a relaxing place where he could read
anything without being disturbed or watched. Next to the studying he visited Dieters mansion
regularly - not that a lot of useful stuff happened there as most of the visits ended in drunken orgies
but it helped Bernard relax and take his mind of his studies.
The last 2 days of the week he went to the temple of Shaliah as hinted by father Petrus. There he
was treated as a king. Massages, spiritual healing a treat he gladly paid a few gold coins for.
The 3rd week in Grissenwald was entirely dedicated to his training as an agent. Father Petrus
educated him in various topics ranging from vampirism to necromancy, the old faith, religion in
general. Also he received linguistic training. His knowledge of the classical language was improved
and he practiced other languages such as eltharin and Tilean.
Again he combined training with visits to Dieters mansion and as promised he dropped by Kelen
of the white crow guild to give him the means to contact his business in Wusterburg, which he
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With still plenty of cash in his pocket, Bernard donated 50 gold to the church of Morr hence
removing all doubt that he would not be a faith full member of the cult of Morr he did that to hide
his membership of the shroud from internal Morrite investigations.
At last the day came on which the party would set out to travel to Middenheim. Bernard met up with
them at the agreed location. All geared up and ready to go.

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