Memoirs of Magnus 3
As I sit in this cargo hold, on a ship of stone, and reflect upon what just happened, I can only assume the old man just made a veiled attempt on my life. Clever. He allows me to join the group to give the image that he is a gentle soul, then puts us on a ship tainted by chaos. Nice try old man, but it’ll take more than that to dispense with me. That he was so willing to endanger the rest of the group, and that they were so …. nonchalant about it, is a chilling sign of the depravity of the old man, and the blindness to his evil of the group.
I must confess, even I thought, at first, that all was well. We found a, seemingly, suitable vessel to ferry us to our destination, and embarked on our journey with the crew in seemingly fine spirits. I neglected the timing and position we were about to find ourselves in. We set out on the eve of the night that Morrslieb waxed full, on a ship on which all was going a little too well. Isolated from any help.
The vessel was woken by the screams of the bandy woman with a furry family. At the time I dismissed it as a frail minded person having a bad dream. A mistake I paid for the following night. The following morning it appeared my prayers had been answered, Odric was not onboard. I had hoped he had fallen overboard in his sleep, his wickedness dragged to the bottom of the deep blue abyss. The crew seemed disturbingly calm at the idea of one of their passenegers going overboard. Another sign that something was amiss was all of the animals we had brought onboard with us seemed extremely reluctant to awaken. Me and the Knight decide that there is potentially some truth to what the Ana girl saw in the night, and stand vigil in her room while she sleeps. Sure enough, she awakens in the night, saying there is something in the mirror. Viloman was swift in destroying the mirror, revealing an image of the ship rife with the corruption of chaos in the wall behind it. The world around us twists and warps to match the dread visage of the demonship. The small child then hands something to me. It seems he was the one who took my sword and, as I later found out, my pistols. the child is obviously more cunning and wily than I first thought.
Ana then did something that merits further investigation, she seemed to start uttering incantations over the weapons of the group. It was most likely just some sort of peasant superstition, but I would be remiss in my duties if I did nothing about a potential act of unsanctioned magic. Though I doubt she has the faculties to be so, she may turn out to be some sort of apprentice to Odric. By Sigmar! If that insane daemon-invoker is sharing his ill-gotten knowledge with others…………..
The elf, Viloman and I decide to search the ship for the vessels presumably demon captain. An opportunity to slay a beast of chaos should not be turned away lightly. As we search the upper decks the skies churn with Furies, progress around the deck is hampered by the constant assaults the creatures unleash upon us. Suddenly, a shrill screech emanates from the room Ana slept in and we rushed to face whatever hellspawn dared present itself. Alas the opportunity to face the abomination was narrowly missed, for I arrived at the room just in time to see a spectre cut down by Ozric and the wolf-elf. The Ghost casts itself through the hole where the mirror was and the knight charges past everyone, goes through the hole, and stabs at the vessels heart. The ships connection to the chaos realms is severed, and the ship takes on its true form, a craft that has not been cared for for many years, the crew are dead, and the wood used to build the ship is heavily rotted. Alas, we found Odric, alive and well, but we also found our horses and respective creatures awake and well too.
As luck would have it, we sighted a ship some distance away. the elf stood on deck firing burning arrows into the sea to gain their attention while the rest of us brought our belongings and beasts up from below deck. The ship was something to behold. crafted from stone with strange runic symbols carved into it. The only thing I have seen in my short travels that even comes close to describing it is the works of the dwarven folk. It is not, however, manned (if you’ll pardon the term) by dwarves. The crew look to be of an unsavoury nature, but our need was dire enough that we requested to board their ship. After we finished bringing our gear on board I was about to set fire to the tainted ship when the chaos elf, in a vulgar display of vanity, shot an arrow through my torch and set fire to the ship thus.
And so here we sit. I can only hope that we reach our destination without a dagger in the back.