Mordheim

GEHEIMNISNACHT

By the Gray Sage

"....'Frans Karl, Frans Karl....', Johann whispers loudly, desparatly trying to get the attention of his fellow Marksman, whom he barely can make out in the swirling mist. It has been a weird outing that their
Captain decided to take them on. Going into Mordheim on Geheimnissnachte.. following the tolling of a strange bell, he was still hearing in the distance, they must have been crazy. But then, Volker Jandersz, their Captain, had led them to many a profitable outing during the last few weeks after comming to Mordheim.

This last venture was seemingly prompted by a story that old geezer in the funny robe had told the Captain three night ago in the Twisted Goat. That place always was crowded with strange people and stranger going ons..... He still remembered the cramps he had had after eating a plate of the thrice-cursed halfling cooks chili.

He duckes his head, as the strange shape in the mist that earlier prompted him to call his comrade makes another pass overhead.... if he did not know better he could have sworn it looked like a great fish, one of them sharks that Pieter the Sailor had told about. Poor Pieter..... he had bought it when they ran into that group of lunatics, suddenly appearing from the mist.... At first it had just looked like a
another group of drunken revelers.., but then blades where drawn and clubs had apeared. All of a sudden the crazy guy behaving like a chicken was not so funny after all. Well, at least that one he had
taken down in retalliation, his bolt had clearly taken it in the neck, nearly going al the way through.

He wishes he would still be able to use his trusted weapon, but the insistent damp had ruined his string and because the Captain wanted them to keep moving and had told them not to lag behind he had not yet found the time to replace it with a dry spare. He also wishes there was somebody near enough to see... so he tries to call his comrade again, 'Franz Karl....'. A reaction.... as the mist opens up a bit, from a doorway some meters away, he sees the familiar contours of his friend appear.... ' Franz Karl, here'.. he stands up and waves a hand to indicate his presence... at that moment he sees a vague shape diving down on his friend, its jaws open and with one snap take of the head and most of the upper body of his partner, to disapear again into the mist with a lazy flick of its tail........ Yelling on the tops of his
longs he bursts in a headlong sprint over the open area of the market square towards where he last saw his Captain.......

'Captain, Captain..... we are under attack..... look above you.... we are under attack by fish !!!'..."

TO BE CONTINUED........