Re: Chapter 2: The Border Principalities
The two men looked at Bjorn, offense immediately on their faces. That quickly faded away as they recognized a fellow member of their discipline. The younger man (he was around Bjorn's own age likely), the one giving his report, looked to his superior for permission. Upon the slightest nod from the other priest, he began the account.
"A day or so ago, during the morning liturgy and ascetics, several of us," He indicated the room, and other priests with a gauntleted hand. "received strong premonitions from above that something was wrong in the lands nearby."
"The only place of regularly reoccurring unholy unrest was at a barrow about a day or two from the city. We guessed that was where the disturbance originated, but dispatched the knights to range the countryside just in case. We prepared, and set off along back trails for the barrow, avoiding as many holdings and farms as we could."
"Nothing upsets the locals more than seeing a troop of warrior priests marching and kitted for battle." The older man interjected.
"Right. So we soon arrived at this barrow. There were evident signs of a serious struggle. Mostly dead ghouls, and a spot where we believe a vampire, or vampire-like creature had incinerated after being killed. A few of the barrows themselves were disturbed, and another handful of ghouls had come to do gods know what. We dispatched them, and searched the various tombs for any indication of who engaged the vampire, or where it had come from. One of the graves was sealed tightly, and we ended up having to crush the door down. Inside, we found the front antechamber nearly painted with blood and bits of flesh, but no bodies to speak of."
"We pressed on into that particular grave, to try and learn more but-"
"Which violates policy..."
"Yes, but with such a struggle, we needed to know if something was trapped deeper in. Eventually, after about an hour of searching we cam across a trap tunnel door. It came out deep in the woods behind the barrow, we followed a trail for about a hundred yards, and then it vanished. So, we sent for Cormac to take up the investigation, and returned here."
He finished with a little shrug, and then glanced around, as though looking for someone, or something. His superior picked up speaking.
"Honestly, that barrow is nothing more than a blight. If I could spare a priest and a bit of coin, I’d set up a wayshrine there to watch out for travelers, and keep the ghouls down. They can’t abide holy ground. It would be a great opportunity to spread the faith of Sigmar, but the duke has concerns more temporal on his mind right now.”