Sergeant Nichts Report
Filed White River 16th, 3127
White River 5th, 3127
With the White Raven located, my team made final preparations for what we knew to be a nasty fight.
Ach’Te headed out to hire mercenaries for a support force. When things got ugly, we’d need the numbers. His orders were to gather the mercs outside the walls to the south, but keep the men dispersed until just before we made contact. The last thing we wanted was to spook Tor Mastak into our activities early.
Gobsworth would serve as our “eyes” on the ground. I dispatched him back to our headquarters to prepare in case things did not go to plan.
Otherwise, my team prepared for the assault. We dropped everything identifying and left most of our kit with Gobsworth to transport later.
The weather was predictably cold, rainy, and overcast, which, was not bad for our operations. Already, Tor Mastak closed in. We had no time.
I believe at Jan’s insistence, Gobsworth purchased a Shrink potion in addition to those we had acquired from the head Black Wolf. Shortly before the operation, Gobsworth confirmed that Ach’Te hired 8 reliable riders to join our merry band. He set about scattering them across the landscape as campers, hunters, and the like. Still, it would not take Tor Mastak long to notice them.
As the 13th hour approached, we blacked out and headed into the streets, dodging Tor Mastak patrols. They had the city locked down. We arrived at the address near the South Gate to find an older couple there. We gave the pre-arranged sign and counter:
“Call: Are you a green fool
Counter: Only when I die.”
They led us to a covered entrance to a cellar area which they had prepared. I imagine they are will some organization. At present, their fate and identity are none of our concern.
I send Jan to cover the street, cloaked in invisibility. Tor Mastak were breathing down our necks, I could feel it.
Neithe covered the door upstairs, in case we did have unwelcome company. In the room, Kyzak prepared the man, doing for him what magic could not. I took a hair of his and mixed my High Magic Disguise potion. I despise magic like this, but a missing is a mission. Once all is in readiness, I down the potion. The pain was…indescribable, but within moments, I am the man. I can feel his weakness like a stone about my neck. So, I down the Strength potion so I can even carry my Tabor.
The man takes the Concealment potion and I give the signal. I head up and out onto the street. I can hear the dogs howling from all around. They have my scent. I sprint east, going for the far gate trying to draw the enemy away. My team is ordered to wait until the patrols pass, then make their way through the south gate. I lost contact.
For me, the hunters close. By the time I reach the south-east wall, I can see them coming through the gloom. Too open in the streets. I run up to the battlements to force them to come at me from either side. By the time I reach the top of the wall, out of breath in this wretched body, there are two kill teams coming from towers behind me and ahead. I am trapped.
I wait until the Kal close to within a blade length. Whatever their orders, these men do not attack, but close. So, they meant to capture the Raven. Well…they are about to get a rude awakening. One of them, I think, wondered at my weapon. Something in his lizard brain warned him that this man would never wield this monstrosity. But, it was too late. My trap was sprung.
I down the High Magic Dispel, killing the Disguise, and sadly the Strength boost. But no matter. My skin melted down to my natural form. Fools should have struck.
As soon as I regained my own strength, I launched my attack, charging them men before me. They never had a chance. Blows pinged off my armor and I swung my Tabor through the tightly packed bodies. Most of them were swept over the side to crush when they hit the stones below. The men behind charged but suffered the same fate. If they could have surrounded me. If they could have picked me off from range. But, no, on this narrow catwalk, packed in like a shield wall they were dead men from the moment I swung my weapon.
Below, another squad ran up, drawn by the screaming and sounds of battle. Eight more. I leap off the wall, and crash down, cracking the stones with my tabor, before charging through the stunned men. They died before they knew what hit them.
Not bad. Still, I needed to get the to gate. Two streets over, I hear the growling of hellhounds. From the darkness steps a Packmaster and three of the beasts. I ignore the dogs and charge the Kal. He seems surprised, especially when I hold my attack…just long enough for the dogs to close. Stupid beasts. Once they are within ranger, I lay about me with the tabor. Steel meets flesh in a blur.
That’s when I feel something clawing at my mind. Adepts. Bloody Abyss.
But then again, when one faces Tor Mastak, one must expect such things. Two of them, and they died surprised.
Still, with the Packmaster, I had 29. I’d hoped for a round 30, but not to be.
My path to the gate is clear, but when I arrive I stumble into a guard, young local. My…appearance seemed to concern him. I suggest he just let me go, or draw more Kal. I pointed out they would not likely spare him either. Whether the blood and offal dripping off my body, or the good sense, he nodded and even sold me a horse.
At with that, I was riding out the gate by the 6th.
White River 6th, 3127
After riding for a bit, it was clear I was not being pursued. So, I turned my horse south to rejoin my team. By the time I arrived, they were just mopping up a Kal camp to the south.
Apparently, they ran into the pickets and just chose to cut through the Acolytes and Guards. Impressive. However, as I arrived Karma alerted us that a massive sensation of Flame was coming from the west. We suspect that Black Wolf Brigade was attacking Kal troops, but we chose not to stick around to see. Not our fight. Jan went to loot bodies and wound up passing out. We tossed him into the wagon where the Raven was riding in his personal warded chest.
So, to through off pursuit, we head east to the Dominion. From there we rode until Neithe guaranteed we were not being pursued, before turning south again toward A’Davar.
White River, 16th, 3127
We arrived at A’Davar and turn the Raven over to the Lt. Healers look after Jan. Turns out the sword he tried to steal was cursed. Fool. Fortunately, he suffered only injuries to his pride.
My team was dismissed to go on leave. Prostitutes and floaters.
That evening, we received an unexpected summons from the Lt. When we arrived, there was a pompous fob sitting in the office. He spoke with the oily tone of a pedophile. But, he represented some faction that wanted to business with us.
All well, save for the fact that he had intimate knowledge of our less public operations. When Gobsworth returns, we must track the leak and kill them. But, the Lt pledges our services to the “Mysterious Benefactor.” So, our hands are tied.
Once my team gets their rest, we have a Tempest Commander to hunt.