The Van Tanncred Sword [Warhammer] Sigmar Sees All

Angestag 15th Ulriczeit 2522

Fresh in from a day of woes and delights. I am still in a good mood though that probably has more to do with the 26 shillings I found myself receiving from the carelessly unguarded purses of Talabheim’s drunks. A small fortune, no where near what I gave up today in return for something great - friendship and a quality crossbow to protect my back. I hope I do not live to regret that gift.

It is late so I will try to make this brief. 

We discovered the sigil of the crossed hammers and comet is the mark of a group calling themselves the True Church of Sigmar. They have sprung up with this 'second coming' the flagellants were wailing about. We have also seen it on many doors, windows and walls throughout the city today. 

We were reunited with Brigitte when she came to beg our interception in trouble with her uncle. The followers of this ‘True Church’ are demanding merchants in her uncle Johann’s street, and others, turn from the church of Sigmar to their ‘true way’. They have been using intimidation and violence to bring about their wishes but oddly are not using this to extort money or goods.

We have interceded and met with these zealous thugs through a bit of well used subterfuge. Apparently there is to be a meeting tomorrow night for those who have converted. We shall not disappoint. Being temporary converts ourselves.

Sigmar sees all. I am sure he will appreciate the use of cunning deceit for the result we expect to gain. 

The men I heard marching this morning turned out to be over 500 mercenaries of various companies. Tileans, Estalian pikes, even dwarven gunners. It seems they may be here to cover the city’s own regiments that left this summer to engage with Chaos in the north. The city’s watch and the soldiers who are left are stretched with the demands of the native populace and the strain is showing now they have a small army of flagellants growing outside the crater walls. 

All serious matters but the other happenings of today balance this woe, balance my mind.

Talkative and confident from his victory of yesterday, Hans accompanied us when we went shopping. At this point Grunnd had more important matters to attend to than making a worldly man of Hans.

At an armorers I got myself a decent blade. Good length, weight and balance. Still much heavier than I am used to, being a favorer of the rapier, but better than nothing. Danielle was there to get herself a crossbow on recommendation from Grunnd. I am sure he would rather that if he was going to be hit in the back by a bolt, it not be one of his own.

Danielle and Hans were in quite a discussion. I was unsure whether it was good or bad, humorous or irritable. I caught a little about crossbows and their price. Just as I picked up the beautiful piece of weaponry, similar craftsmanship to Grunnd’s, a loud crack let off behind me. When I turned I found Danielle’s face red and furious. Hans face was red with the perfect shape of a handprint seared on his cheek.

I very quickly purchased the weapon and placed it in Danielle’s hands. Steering her out of the shop to prevent an all out fight. Luckily she was using two hands to grasp the heavy gift to her chest. The booming laugh of the blacksmith followed us out of the door.

I didn’t learn until later that Hans had offered paying for the crossbow in return for  her warming his bed. 

The boy is lucky all he got was a slap. Lucky Danielle did not have her new weapon or her old, that family heirloom of an iron skillet, to hand at the time. Bedding your first woman may make you a man but it certainly does not make you a good man or sensible to women’s sensitivities. 

She got her own back a little though. When he returned from drowning his sorrows in the afternoon she happily helped Grunnd sober his sleeping form with a full pale of cold water. 

Sometimes the non-violent option can be just as satisfying.

Mäuschen

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