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7/16/2025, 1:42:28 PM
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As you reminisce you notice a dust cloud on the horizon, along the road, and growing closer. You point it out to Johann.
“Oh, you have good eyes, Sir Gurnemanz. Yes I see it. About 10 miles out. What could it be?”
You step forward, and put your helmet on. The HUD boots up, the silver lion of your chapter blinking in the corner as lengths of data scroll by. You hear the clicking and whining of processors, and your vision is magnified severalfold beyond even your augmented biology. It locks on to your target, and you can clearly see the coming group.
“It is horses. There are men upon them. Riding at full speed.”
Johann frowns. “Do they look like normal men?”
You look at him in confusion, and he shakes his head. “Normal as in… like myself. No spikes or closed helmets, are there?”
“No. I can see their faces. The two at the front have hats on, but that is all. Red hair and blonde.”
Johann relaxes. “Oh. That is alright then. Road wardens or the like. I wonder what they’re in a hurry for?”
He shrugs as you take off your helmet. Gnorri is equally unperturbed at the news, and you help them test the stability of the platform before they start pulling it down the hill. They are taking care to not let it roll down uncontrolled, and by the time you arrive back at the gates of the town the squats are clamouring for another drink. Johann for his part goes into town to fetch that map he promised you earlier, promising to come back soon.
By the time he returns, the horsemen are clearly visible even to the unaugmented eye. Johann takes one look at them and swears.
“Morr! I didn’t think it was those kinds of hats!”
Soon enough, the horsemen are at the town gates, and have stopped. You look at the two in front, with their long leather coats and tall, wide brimmed hats, covered in all manner of weaponry, and wonder who they could be. Their demeanour almost reminds you of Inquisitors. Johann whispers to you.
“The Witch-Hunters. They are either good news, or very, very bad.”
They ride up, one hand on their horses bridles, the other hovering close at their sides, near what looks to be holsters. They do not open fire, though Gnorri and his fellow squats look at them sullenly. They glare at you from beneath their hats, then the red-haired one opens his mouth.
“In Sigmar’s name, explain yourself! What is this thing?!”
He points at you, while his companion remains silent.
Johann quickly steps forward, his hands upraised.
“Gentlemen! Please! We are friends! This is Sir Gurnemanz, who recently fell from the stars! He has helped us drive off greenskins and beastmen! Please, he is no threat!”
“He looks like a Norscan to me. I want to hear it from him!”
As you reminisce you notice a dust cloud on the horizon, along the road, and growing closer. You point it out to Johann.
“Oh, you have good eyes, Sir Gurnemanz. Yes I see it. About 10 miles out. What could it be?”
You step forward, and put your helmet on. The HUD boots up, the silver lion of your chapter blinking in the corner as lengths of data scroll by. You hear the clicking and whining of processors, and your vision is magnified severalfold beyond even your augmented biology. It locks on to your target, and you can clearly see the coming group.
“It is horses. There are men upon them. Riding at full speed.”
Johann frowns. “Do they look like normal men?”
You look at him in confusion, and he shakes his head. “Normal as in… like myself. No spikes or closed helmets, are there?”
“No. I can see their faces. The two at the front have hats on, but that is all. Red hair and blonde.”
Johann relaxes. “Oh. That is alright then. Road wardens or the like. I wonder what they’re in a hurry for?”
He shrugs as you take off your helmet. Gnorri is equally unperturbed at the news, and you help them test the stability of the platform before they start pulling it down the hill. They are taking care to not let it roll down uncontrolled, and by the time you arrive back at the gates of the town the squats are clamouring for another drink. Johann for his part goes into town to fetch that map he promised you earlier, promising to come back soon.
By the time he returns, the horsemen are clearly visible even to the unaugmented eye. Johann takes one look at them and swears.
“Morr! I didn’t think it was those kinds of hats!”
Soon enough, the horsemen are at the town gates, and have stopped. You look at the two in front, with their long leather coats and tall, wide brimmed hats, covered in all manner of weaponry, and wonder who they could be. Their demeanour almost reminds you of Inquisitors. Johann whispers to you.
“The Witch-Hunters. They are either good news, or very, very bad.”
They ride up, one hand on their horses bridles, the other hovering close at their sides, near what looks to be holsters. They do not open fire, though Gnorri and his fellow squats look at them sullenly. They glare at you from beneath their hats, then the red-haired one opens his mouth.
“In Sigmar’s name, explain yourself! What is this thing?!”
He points at you, while his companion remains silent.
Johann quickly steps forward, his hands upraised.
“Gentlemen! Please! We are friends! This is Sir Gurnemanz, who recently fell from the stars! He has helped us drive off greenskins and beastmen! Please, he is no threat!”
“He looks like a Norscan to me. I want to hear it from him!”
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