Enemy Within – Episode 4: “City of Sigmar, Sipping on Cognac”
In the wreckage left by the mutant ambush, the teamps managed a modest but welcome haul: 3 Gold Crowns and a crossbow, snatched up just before Pfister thundered onto the scene with the rest of the roadwardens. One mutant had clearly been worth the trouble… the others, and the coach itself, went unsearched. Some opportunities only knock once.
With the coach righted and the road reclaimed, the journey resumed—though not before the inevitable toll stop.
A curt “Are you a wizard?”, some suspicious looks, and an administrative tax later, they were waved through.
That night brought them to The Seven Spokes.
Little Norm—living dangerously—used Ratchet Line money to pay for lodging. The result? One tiny room, all of them crammed together like contraband, with at least one of the group on the floor.
By morning, Lady Isolde had moved on to a different coach line. Her farewell to Maria was brief and cutting:
“Adequate.”
No further explanation offered.
Altdorf finally loomed ahead. Stone, smoke, and power. As they crossed the square, the party caught sight of the Emperor himself, distant and monumental on the far side—less a man than a symbol carved into the city’s bones.
And now…
We open in The Boatman Inn, waiting for Josef Two nobles have decided to be special, words have turned sharp, fists are close behind—and their bodyguards are already shifting their weight. Somewhere nearby, the local lunatic is warming up to “help.”
Cognac on the table. Trouble in the air.
See you Thursday.
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with a group of coachmen who insisted they were “family,” our band of teamps secured passage to Altdorf — without paying a single schilling.
