backed closer to the grimy walls of the Monsters Lair.
fiends, return to your graves!" He swept his sabre forward in a
wide arc, cleaving in two a number of Skeletons which were advancing
towards him. They fell to the ground in a pile of bones, the magic
which gave them movement dispelled.
still they came. No less than eight more ran from the adjoining
backed up further and felt his back press against the wall. He was
destroying the Skeletons, that was sure, but not quickly enough.
For every one that he killed, another two appeared as if from nowhere.
He though quickly about possible tactics that he could use.
throw me one of your potions, quickly!" .Kar shouted across the
room to his fellow Warrior.
you got 75 Gold?" inquired Coric, crouching down behind the barrels
in the adjacent corner.
Gold? Here I am surrounded by Skeletons - " Kar's sabre sliced through
the air, bringing destruction to another Skeleton, "and you want
to know if I have 75 Gold?"
ingredients are imported from the lush forests of Lustria. They
don't come cheaply I'll have you know. How can I continue to purchase
the herbs I need if I have no money?" Coric rummaged around in his
backpack, adding strange herbs and spices to a flask.
thrust his left hand into the pouch at his belt and drew out a handful
of coins. "Here, catch." He threw the coins across the room at Coric,
then punched a Skeleton in the face with his gauntlet.
caught the Gold and began to count it.
Sigmar's sake, Coric! Count the blessed money later! Just give me
the potion!" Kar ducked as a Skeleton's sword flashed overhead,
and kicked out, knocking the Skeleton's feet out from underneath
him. Kar brought his sabre down and cleaved the fallen Skeleton's
rib cage in two.
Coric stoppered the flask and heaved it across the room to Kar,
who deftly caught it. Clasping the neck of the bottle with his left
hand, he uncorked the flask with his teeth and emptied the contents
down his throat.
all that is holy, what ungodly things do you put in these?" gasped
the Witch Hunter as he used the empty flask to smash an advancing
Skeleton's face in.
moment later the Witch Hunter's clothes began to stretch, almost
splitting their seams. He felt his muscles bulging and decided to
try out his new found strength.
were but five Skeletons remaining, all forming a half-circle around
Kar, preparing to assault him together.
his sabre, Kar swung it towards the Skeletons from the right side.
The sabre cut into the bone of the first Skeleton, throwing it off
balance. While it fell, Kar used the butt of the sabre to destroy
another's skull. He then brought his foot down upon the first Skeletons
pelvis, crushing it into dust. Feeling like he could take on another
dozen undead, Kar continued his sweep of destruction, cutting through
another's knees and then pulverising it. The last two Skeletons,
hearing a noise off to the side turned their heads. Coric's head
appeared from behind the barrels, then just as quickly disappeared
when he saw the Skeletons approaching.
grabbed one of the Skeletons by the arm and jerked it towards him.
The Skeleton turned, overbalanced and fell into his comrade. The
two collapsed onto the dungeon floor and tried to rise, but Kar's
boot put an end to that action. He twisted his boot until the bones
shattered, then kicked the remaining bones into the corner.
battle over, Kar sheathed his sabre and straightened his clothes,
the effects of the potion having worn off.
rose from behind the barrels, counting out the money Kar had thrown
him earlier. "Thanks for the money Kar, it's all here." He said,
pocketing a few coins and stowing the rest in his backpack.
I'm so pleased" muttered Kar looking around the room. He spied a
small leather pouch in the far corner protruding from underneath
the broken bones of a Skeleton. Heading over for it he crouched
down and pulled it from beneath.
hurried over. "What's that you've got there Kar, hmm?"
pulled the drawstring of the pouch, and let the contents spill into
Gold!" Kar tossed the money on the ground. "I fought off a horde
of Skeletons for 3 Gold!"
scooped up the money and deposited it in his Gold pouch. "With this
I can buy a stick of cinnamon from town." He picked up the lantern
and headed for the archway.
around, and seeing that the coast was clear, he beckoned for Kar
Coric reeled back, grasping his right shoulder. A small dart had
embedded itself into it. Blood poured from the wound, and although
it in itself was not life threatening, the fact that the dart had
been coated in a poison was.
leapt forward, pistol at the ready. Raising it out in front of him,
he spied a small figure in a black cloak skittering away down the
corridor. "A Skaven Assassin!" he whispered.
the figure in his sights, he mouthed a prayer to Sigmar, and fired.
figure crumpled to the ground at the end of the passage with a sharp
squeal. Satisfied, Kar turned his attention to Coric. Grabbing the
end of the dart between two fingers, he pulled.
gave a cry of pain - the dart was barbed - before lapsing into unconsciousness.
dragged Coric over to the wall and propped him up. Searching through
his backpack he realised he had no bandages, provisions or healing
potions, or anything else that could heal his fellow Warrior.
he remembered Coric's potions, and grabbing his friend's backpack
began to rummage through it.
to himself, he remembered Coric's Alchemical Kit. Searching, he
dragged out a small pot, a flask, a wooden spoon, and many small
stoppered jars and placed them on the ground in front of him.
my friend, I don't know what you've got here, but I'll see if I
can make you some sort of potion..." he trailed off, not having
the faintest idea of the correct ingredients.
emptied an entire jar who's contents appeared to be water into the
pot, followed by a reddish powder. The contents of the pot bubbled.
grabbed a blue jar, and raised it to his nose. It smelt like manure,
but he tipped it in anyway.
potion turned a bright blue, and began to give off a vile smelling
covered the lower half of his face with his scarf and continued
to mix the potion with the spoon.
isn't working," he muttered, a sign of panic beginning to creep
into his voice.
began to writhe in agony, crying out in his sleep for the King to
save him. His face was flushed, and beads of sweat trickled down
it onto his clothes.
fellow, must be delirious. I have to help him." In frustration,
Kar unstoppered the remaining jars and emptied their contents into
the pot. Giving the now red, viscous liquid a strong stir, he picked
up the pot and slowly drained the contents into the flask.
sure hope this works," he murmured, bringing the flask to Coric's
lips. He managed to get a portion of the liquid down his friends
throat, and then sat back and waited.
the jars littering the floor, Kar gathered them up and threw them
into Coric's backpack, hoping that his friend wouldn't mind he had
used all of their contents.
murmured and his head rose from his left shoulder where it had been
resting. Slowly his eyes opened and he looked around.
what a nice rest that was." He looked at Kar, sitting on the floor
beside him. "Oh, you've had one too, how nice." He rose to his feet
and it was a moment before he got his bearings. "This way I think,"
he said, heading off down the passage.
was mystified. The potion seemed to have cured him, but at the same
time erasing his memory of the last half hour. He slung his backpack
onto his back, checked that his pistol was back in its holster and
set off after Coric.
him up, the two strode side by side. Coric spotted the dead Skaven
Assassin in a heap at the end of the corridor.
chap, I wonder what happened to him," he said glancing at Kar.
the bend, the pair came to another room. A blue circle pulsed on
the floor, its concentric rings glowing from dark blue to light.
glanced around the room. On the far side was another archway similar
to the one they had just entered by. Against the left wall were
piled a number of crates. Anxious to see what they contained, he
headed towards them.
hand shot out, grabbing hold of Coric's robes. "Wait, it could be
a trap!" He slowly looked around. There were many areas of dark
shadow - perfect for Monsters to be lying in wait.
from the shadows leapt a dozen Skaven. Angered at their comrades
death they had prepared an ambush for the two Warriors.
retreated back around the corner, yelling to Kar, "You deal with
them, I'll start making some potions."
a sudden thought, Kar muttered "Ah yes, I've been meaning to speak
to you about that..."
story by Andrew Brockhouse.