[WFRP] The Bloody Crown X

[LCP]

Stepping between the two halberdiers, Adelbert thrust his sword straight through the chest of the decayed corpse that stood before him. As Urgrim smashed the skull of the other with the edge of his shield, this one turned its sunken face to stare at Adelbert, reaching out with grey fingers towards him. Before it could touch his skin, the witchfires in its empty eye-sockets guttered and dimmed, and it collapsed like an abandoned puppet. At last, the fighting around the east gate had fallen still.

Ludo didn't notice - he had already left it behind. Slithering up behind the largest of the tombstones ahead, he peered around its corner to where Nahorek was still standing. A black outline amidst the blackness, for a long moment it seemed like the vampire hadn't seen him - but then the red eyes behind the mask fixed on his, gleaming like coals through the murk of the storm. Ducking back behind the grave, Ludo waited for the impact of whatever dark magic was surely flying his way. Nothing came.

Peeping up again, he saw only his target's back as Nahorek walked calmly away. As his black-robed figure receded into the rain, two new figures emerged, lurching in the opposite direction. Their usefulness spent, the two zombies who had carried the chest now stumbled forward to obstruct anyone who would follow their master.

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Amid the storm and the sounds of the dying fight, Sieghard was not sure every detail of his instructions had been understood - but the knot of men around him understood well enough to follow when he sprinted off up the west side of the graveyard wall. Ahead, he could see only a grey wall of rain - as lightning flashed inside the clouds, he glimpsed for a moment the black outline of the coach up ahead. Its horses lay crumpled against the cobbles, but in that split second of illumination, their black silhouettes had looked as if they were in the process of heaving themselves back upright...

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Nahorek has taken a half move, and used his other half action to begin casting a full-action spell. Probably as ominous slowmo piano music begins to play.

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Elsa

The two initiates seemed paralysed with uncertainty. They were probably too junior to have been told exactly what it was that had been stored in the Temple, Elsa reflected - they certainly had no idea what to make of the supernatural storm. Her lucid tone at least seemed to convince them that she didn't need putting to sleep.

Coming to a decision at last, the older of the two turned and ran out of the door, shouting for Sister Ioana. The other simply stood staring as the first raindrops began to drum against the window, the tempo quickening to a hissing roar of falling water.