Thrangis: Most o’ these homes are either locked are collapsing upon themselves.
Cornelius: The bright wizards were courteous enough to warn the local residents of the dangers in abiding so close to the Academy. Alas, the power hungry fools are too intoxicated by the red wind to notice they can hardly control their own abilities. The remnants you see before you is the result of those who… overindulged in their pursuits. I’m curious how many wizards it took to remodel this area.
Thrangis: …Grungni’s spit. I knew these manlings were nothin’ but fools and madmen! Me ancestors were right to have so much distaste for the winds o’ magic. It’s a blight upon the fools who dabble in it.
Cornelius: Are you not trying to find a particular dwarf who dabbles in these ‘blights’?
Thrangis: I… uh… I… I got me own reasons! You know that!
Cornelius: Quite. The winds of magic are not at fault here, but rather the simpletons who wield it recklessly.
Thrangis: Kind o’ like a greenskin messin’ around with some dwarven powder.
Cornelius: Something like that. Let’s check another door Thrangis.
Thrangis: Aye, maybe someone will speak up about these missin’ shipments.
Fancy Lady: Mmm, hi there love. Care for a’ evening unda tha sheets?
Thrangis: Err… I must be in the wrong place. I apologize for the intrusion mis’, I am tryin’ to find some cargo that was stolen recently. You wouldn’t happen to ‘ave seen anythin’ relating to that would you?
Fancy Lady: … I actually saw sum questionabl’ people bringin’ in sum questionabl’ crates to this very buildin’.
Thrangis: Really?! You sure this is the cargo I’m lookin’ for?
Fancy Lady: Mor’ than likely love. These were big crates. If’n you follow me I can take ya to ‘em. How’s that sound to ya?
Thrangis: That would be… that would be great.
Fancy Lady: Right this way love.
Thrangis: I don’ like this.
Cornelius: The winds grow dark here.
Fancy Lady: You say sumthin love?
Thrangis: Just a heavy breather, you know us dwarves… heheh…
Fancy Lady: Mmm, yes. It’s been a long time since we’ve had the pleasure of a dwarf here. Usually your kind stays out of the slums.
Fancy Lady: Ah here we are, the crates you were looking for yes?
Thrangis: Why is you accent gone?
Fancy Lady: Oh my, I seem to have gotten eager in our short stroll. Never mind the change now, young beardling, this will all be over before I find time to explain. Come sisters!
Thrangis: Ancestors take me!
Cornelius: Abominations! They must be dealt with. Sigmar knows what other vile incarnations of Slaanesh linger beneath us.
Demon: He has a magic book! Let us take it from him once we have our way with his body!
Thrangis: You depraved wretches! This is your end. Grungni give me strength to fell these miserable creatures!
Fancy Lady (Demon): Aghhhhh! What manner of magic is this! It burns, burns, burns down to my very being! Stop! AGHHHH!!!
Cornelius: What are you doing Thrangis?
Thrangis: Och, I don’t know. By Grungni’s beard I don’t know!
Cornelius: Well keep it up! Finish them now!
Thrangis: Right! Graaaagh!
Demon: You will not escape us. We know of you and your destination young dwarf. We will… come for you. Our maker… watches you…. even… knowww…..uhhhhh…
Thrangis: What do we do know?
Cornelius: Let us be done with this search for the cargo. A reduced fair is not worth the potential threats that may lurk in the rest of this city. To think that Altdorf has been tainted so…
Thrangis: I agree with ya there. Let’s be off.
Witch Hunter: What have we here? A dwarf leaving the establishment of suspected heretics? Very interesting.
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith -
All posts tagged Corruption
Posted by Thrangis The Red on August 13, 2010
Thrangis: None o’ these manlings knows when the next boat leaves for Barak Varr.
Cornelius: Perhaps your chances of success will increase if you find one who is not so inebriated.
Thrangis: Maybe there’s another pub somewh…. By the bloody axes of Grimnir! That’s Gotrek Gurnisson!
Gotrek: What a grand occassion. Fancy meeting another dwarf in such a place. I have been starved of good dwarven company! What brings you here beardling?
Thrangis: I have a journey to complete, but this is my first time in Altdorf an’ I need to know when the next boat leaves for Barak Varr.
Gotrek: Count your blessings beardling, the next boat departs in only a days time. Seems they’re trying to finalize their manifest before heading off. They’ve been running into a bit of trouble though; bands of thieves and rebels against the empire took off with some of their goods. They are trying to round them up before they have to depart, but finding them is proving to be difficult.
Thrangis: Hmm… You sure are well informed.
Gotrek: Well who do you think they asked to try to retrieve their property? I have bigger things to deal with right now, but you should take a look around the slums. If you manage to come across any of the missing cargo, the captain of the ship may reduce of the price of your voyage.
Thrangis: Aye, sound advice. I got a days time to wait anyway, might as well. Couldn’t hurt to save a few pieces of silver. Who knows ‘ow long the road I’m on is goin’ to be.
Gotrek: That’s the spirit! Let me buy you a drink before you go. By the way, what’s your name again?
Thrangis: Thrangis of the Hammersmith Klan.
Gotrek: Ah, I’ve known a few of the Hammersmiths. Ran across a slayer named Gibinlun in one of my travels. He was felling a great den of trolls.
Thrangis: Och, Gibinlun’s a slayer now? I pray he regains his honor in battle.
Gotrek: Aye, the prayer of any slayer.
Gotrek: Be wary when you wander about in the slums. There’s more than poverty that grips at the heart of this city.
Thrangis: I’ll stay wary, my thanks for the drink.
Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Posted by Thrangis The Red on August 10, 2010
I don’t know ‘ow much more I can take. What floor I’m on, I don’t even know. The front door was left wide open, there wasn’t a soul inside. Nothin’ but stairs, stairs, and more stairs. I feel like I’m almost at the top, but I can’t bloody well tell. I have to rest for the time bein’, I may keel over…
My break is charmin’. I ‘aven’t had a chance to smoke up me pipe in some time. Either it’s been too wet, windy, or a horrible mixture of both. This’ll give me some time to think ’bout what may be stayin’ in this tower. Strange that the raiders would leave it be and yet burn everything else to the ground. I don’t like it, not one bit.
I reckon maybe something lives in here that even the raiders don’t want to mess with. Maybe that’s what’s got this place lookin’ so nice with its lit lanterns and swept floors. Haven’t ‘eard sound nor step of anything yet though. Och, by Grungni, whatever is hidin’ in the shadows better jump out at me already. I’m sick of this feeling!
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Posted by Thrangis The Red on July 13, 2010
I’m startin’ to wonder how long all these fires ‘ave been ablaze. I haven’t seen sign of nothin’ an’ nobody all this time, yet I find more and more of these buildings burnin’. The river that runs through this land runs rank with stench, bloated corpses ferry themselves downriver or dock against a low tree limb. Those damn soldiers in High Pass could do a greater good ‘ere than hold’n up in that tavern o’ theirs.
I thought I heard the cry of a wild boar time and again, still I have yet to come across any living thing. Maybe all the raiders already came through here or maybe their waitin’ for me up ahead. I’m startin’ to hate this damned area.
There was a large tower silhouette in the distance an’ that’s where I decided to head. It happened to be the only thing not on fire and I’ll be able to see what lies farther along the trail once I climb it. Only thing that worries me is that it’s the only building not on fire…
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
[Side note]: I’d like to apologize for the delayed update. It’s been a rather scorching week so far and having no AC is really taking its toll on my “daytime” (sleeping with a fan on me). Thankfully the temperature is dropping this weekend and I won’t be so inclined to forgo any computer activity during the day. Expect the updates to continue on schedule and on time. :D
Posted by Thrangis The Red on July 9, 2010
Those manlings mus’ think themselves a humorous sort. Talk of raids that may or may not be this end o’ the mountain. I could smell smoke from fires burning in the valley below. I’ll be movin’ forward from now on with a keen eye on me surroundin’.
The closer I get to the bottom o’ this mountain all I can see is thick blankets of smoke in the air. I can’t ‘ear a thing ‘cept for the roaring of fires. Nothing is stirring and I don’t like it.
I made it through the smoke, seems most of it collects near the base o’ the mountain. The air gets clearer and I become more troubled. The sights before me unsettle my nerves for the time bein’, but I ‘ave no other path to take.
- Thrangis “The Red” Hammersmith
Posted by Thrangis The Red on July 6, 2010