Rel's Journal
Getting ready for the big confrontation. Ian found a small village called Bittenthrop. It was a small fishing village with about fifty people in it. I rode in with Anchor and made contact with the village. I paid the first family very well to leave their house. I did not want the Witch Hunter to kill them for sheltering us. They had a baby, and so many people were just good, hardworking people. I can’t see them get hurt.
I paid them all to leave, Ian helped. The bigger families got one gold to leave, the single people or couples got fifty silver. I think that was more gold than they see in a few years. These poor people have at least a shot of getting away and starting a normal life, because if we don’t kill this bastard, I do not put it past him to take it out on all of them. The only ones that didn’t leave were the village miller and his daughter but they holed up tight in their two story mill. Anchor and Ian especially built up massive fortifications. They used the oil that we bought and what we found around the village to create fire points to help in case of attack. I brought our horses into the great hall since Blimey is in the barn in a sniper spot. I think that the horses will be safe. I have been spending large amounts of our time standing by the trail on Revica Horse, waiting. I also made Ian promise that if anything happens to me during this battle that he will take Revica Horse and the contents of her saddle to that woman who helped us in Altdorf. He said that she used to be like him, and that she retired, got married, and has a little girl. I already sent money and instructions home to the horse farm; little does Ian know that he has a source of income for him. I don’t intend on getting out of this alive. If it comes to me or the Witch Hunter, he will die. He killed the only person I loved; for that he will pay. Now, it is just Revica Horse and I. The sun is setting and all will be well. This bastard will fall by my hand.
The Journal of Ludolf Wulrich, Guard Captain for Graf Sigfriend Von Soponatheim
We heard that Foul Ian the Black (Sigmar curse the chaos spawn) had terrorized an entire fishing village into leaving their homes. The Graf assembled the army to attack. Luckily, we were nearby and could get to the village without overly fatiguing our horses or men. Though I warned him to stay back, the Graf came with us, as did that Witch Hunter who has been burning chaos spawn throughout the country looking for Foul Ian. We brought the volley cannon, and thirty men down the trail. Ten men commandeered a barge to come down the river, and six soldiers rode from each side of the beach. Before we came in mass, three good men volunteered to act as scouts. They posed as foul bandits who wanted to join Foul Ian for a share of his bounty. Somehow, the bastard found them out and killed them. Maybe he didn’t find them out. Maybe he just enjoys the killing now, or maybe he sacrificed them to one of his foul gods. It doesn’t matter I guess. They are dead all the same, but back to the battle.
As we rode in, the Witch Hunter slipped off his horse and disappeared into the woods. We proceeded in when all hell erupted. Those bastards set the forest and most of the village on fire. Our horses spooked and it took us a while to ride in from the forest. We couldn’t get the volley cannon in, so we left it and the wagon. The bandits managed to set a boat and raft on fire, which kept those men out of the fight. As they rode off, they killed the men that rode down the beach after them, and started to get away. That was when the Witch Hunter attacked. He shot Foul Ian right in the chest, almost killing him. It must be part of the pact that he made with his evil masters, but he lived and shot the Witch Hunter. He shot his nose off. We thought we had the woman pinned in, because the Graf insisted that they be taken alive, besides Ian. She broke away and shot that poor Witch Hunter right in the back of his head. He died in Sigmar’s name, doing what was right. We got the bitch surrounded right as the others rode away. I heard from Sven that she got cut a few times, then as he was getting ready to capture her, she put a pistol against her head and shot. Crazy bitch. She was probably chaos tainted, too.
I rode off after the others with the rest of my men. They had a few with them that could ride well, and we had Sigmar on our side. Every time it looked like they were going to get away, we caught up. Finally, we ran one of them down. He got off his horse and killed three of my men with a damn blunderbuss. Four more crashed into them and got hurt, but we took him alive. I know that he’ll suffer for what my men’s lives before he dies, but that doesn’t bring them back. Then Ian and the dwarf got away. I rode and rode, but my horse gave out. I will get that bastard. It’s just a matter of time. He will pay for his children buggering, Nurgle infected, warpstone loving ways. Sigmar will see to that.
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