Memoirs of Magnus 5

The days grow dire indeed. I nearly achieved what could be the only way in which I could attain a noble end with this group, falling in battle against the forces of the ruinous ones. But, true to form, destiny defecates upon me from a tremendous height… then the witch rubs it into my wounds… Our latest misadventure began with the parting of Odric. I have little doubt that we shall cross paths with him again. Hopefully by then I shall have gained the skills I require to complete my original mission. He granted everyone a gift before he departed. An obvious attempt to corrupt us with demonic crafts. To me, he granted a compass of bizarre design, perhaps I can make use of it to further my goal. That would be a delicious irony, destroyed by the gift he gave me.

Anyway, we proceed to travel towards Tilea, where we hope to stop and trade some items (I thought we were out to battle the forces of chaos, but I seem to have become a travelling salesman), when a most peculiar storm snares us. Hilda struggled to control the vessel and we drifted towards the eye of the maelstrom. Any questions we had as to the origin of this storm were quickly answered when from the swirling darkness emerged demons of varying form.
I must confess, I had thought all our previous encounters were due to our proximity to the villainous Odric. Their presence here may just be that the dark ones have not realised he is no longer with us, they learned this the hard way.
The sight of an opportunity to prove myself worthy of the title of Witch Hunter was… overwhelming to say the least, I nearly found myself caught unprepared for the battle. But as I gathered myself, I raised my pistol and fired into the horde. As the demons surged onwards one of the creatures riding on the back of the flying disc exploded for seemingly no reason, Clearly the presence of souls on such a virtuous quest is anathema to these monsters. ToMas’ hound joined us in our fight, and I must say, something about it seemed…. off. And I’m fairly certain it consumed some of the demons flesh as we battled.
Wave after wave of foul, wretched monstrosities dragged their loathsome forms from the realms of chaos. They say pride cometh before the fall, this is true. For in my greatest moment, shortly after I slew my first demon, a strange floating manta like creature savaged me most furiously. But I would not be beaten. Though I was gravely wounded I refused to falter before the demon.
As the battle raged on, we realised there would probably be no way out of our situation… and then things took a downturn. A new form of demon entered the battle. These were more skeletal than the ones we had been facing. However, true to their chaotic nature, these new arrivals engaged their brethren instead of us. The demons that had boarded our ship turned to join the aerial battle the skeletons had begun, but the were promptly dispatched before they could escape. At this point Ozric ordered the witch to take me below decks for healing and recuperation. Given I was severely bleeding from my many lacerations, I did not protest (I honestly doubt at that point I possessed the strength to protest). I fell unconscious when I was laid out on the doctors table, and was so for an hour or so. I was roused by the pungent aroma of what can only be described as some sort of poultice formed from the excrement of bears (… dear Sigmar…. she wouldn’t…. would she?). When I opened my eyes, I was welcomed with a most terrible sight. A warrior of chaos. In full plate. I reached for a pistol when Odric step up and placed his foot on my hand. It seemed that this chaos warrior had been leading the skeletal creatures and wasn’t here to harm or hinder us (I can’t say I felt the same way about him, but I didn’t have the strength to mount an attack, this dark soul shall face justice in due time) Ozric asked to see my compass, rather annoyingly he passed it to the chaos servant who walked through a portal with it. He returned shortly after, looking slightly beaten (HA!) as he handed it back to me.
He tells us that the chaos gods are planning something big, and that we’ll need to free a goddess in order to stop them. She is incarcerated in a trideca locked prison beneath the city of praag, the cursed city. (Who locked her up, and if they didn’t want her to escape why bother making keys? And then hand those keys to 13 complete strangers… did they do background checks on these people?) Nothing about this sits right with me. We have no reason to believe this agent of chaos.
Either way, he frees us from the maelstrom that had us trapped, but he used it to deposit us in the heart of the realms of chaos, where one of these keys apparently is hidden. Then without so much as a by your leave, buggers off. Gonna shoot him some time soon.

Memoirs of Magnus 5

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