I can’t believe that she’s gone. My cousin Revica burned at the stake! She died because she got mixed up in some gang that had a chaos cultist. At least that is the rumor. It was enough to get her killed. The least that I can do is find the cultist that was responsible for getting her murdered, Slim Tuck’s vassal Kurt.
I haven’t written lately because I’ve been tracking Kurt for weeks. I keep missing him by a day or two. But, with the strength of the sightings, I know that I am getting closer and closer. It’s only a matter of time before I bury a bullet in his head.
I finally found him and his gang in a forest outside hear Boëgenhafen. I got the drop on him and with my gun at the back of his neck I demanded that he give me a reason to not shoot him. He said that he was not a chaos cultist, that the Witch Hunter who killed my cousin has gone rogue and that his crime spree is part of a plan to draw that son of a whore out. I have spent my life protecting the empire. The thought of a Witch Hunter that is rogue and killing innocents for personal vendettas is terrifying. I agreed to stay with Kurt on the condition that I am the one to kill the Witch Hunter if all his allegations are true. Then, before we even fully agreed to this (and one of his henchmen ran away) the coach he was robbing showed up. He had promised that no one was going to get killed, but immediately there was a shot that killed men, and the slaughter continued. I was sickened by the killing of good guards, and worse yet, horses. However, the fact that it was the Von Sopomhteim made it easier, and with a bandana around my face, I held up that little shit Siegfried In the end I took his pistol and we all managed to ride off. Kurt (who know wants to be called Ian) even split the gold with me. Forty gold and another nice pistol. I have never seen that much gold in one place in my entire life, let alone held it. I have been wanting a rifle for a very long time, but I do not dare spend this yet. Still, this is blood money and all of it feels odd to me. My gut says that Kurt is basically a good man, but I am now on the other side of the Empire’s law.
We’ve been riding for days, sleeping on the road, or in small places that cannot even call themselves inns. Detlef continues to annoy me, between eyeing other members for their gold and eyeing my body when he thinks I don’t notice. Of course I notice. It is what I am trained to do. Karl keeps mostly to himself, and Blimey is well…unique is perhaps the best word. What we are doing comes at great risk. If my part is discovered not only will I lose all of who I am, my family will receive further disgrace.
The bounty on Kurt is now worth 30 gold. For thirty, I am surprised that none of our group has turned him in. More troubling is the fact that there are bounty hunters tracking him here, three of them that are large and imposing. They tracked him to a whore house where we are waiting for Detlef. I gave him one of my pistols, I hope he knows how to use it because I think we are about to enter the maw of chaos.
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