The sun rose over Lancre In Granny's cottage Heather woke up with a huge headache and some very disturbing memories. Verence awoke to find his wife and child missing. Shawn Ogg found his mother missing from her bedroom, and Greebo unconscious on the bed. Shouts arose from around Lancre as the crime was discovered.
The shouting crowd filled he Great Hall. Verence stood at the stop of the stairs trying to make himself heard. Finally he cracked.
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!" he bellowed. Everyone fell silent.
"Right, everyone has lost someone. Magrat & Esme were kidnapped." he said in a more normal tone of voice.
"Mum's gone as well." spoke up Shawn from the foot of the stairs.
Heather shouted from the doors at the far end.
"Granny's gone too!"
The crowd started shouting again.
"SILENCE!" Verence bellowed. "Have they got all the witches?"
Mrs Nitt spoke up from somewhere in the middle.
"Our Agnes went into Uberwald to see that Priest that christened your baby, Sire!"
"Right, at least she is safe. Shawn, Peter, come with me. The rest of you stay here. We'll have a plan in a minute." As he turned there was an outburst of yelping as Heather made her way though the crowd with the help of a sharp hatpin. "I'm coming as well!" she shouted.
'You? You're just a girl!" Weaver shouted back.
"She's Granny's Apprentice!" Peter shouted.
Weaver blinked. "Oh...that's all right then." he muttered and tried to hide in the crowd.
"Jason Ogg?" Verence shouted.
"Yes Sire?" Jason called back.
"Everyone and I mean everyone is to stay here. Understand?"
"Yes Sire!"
They met in Verence's office.
"They didn't go over the bridge," Shawn was explaining.
Verence was standing in front of a map of Lancre. It had a lot of green on it.
"So they still must be in Lancre.' he mused. There was a knock at the door. "Yes?" he called.
Millie opened it.
"This note as given to Big Jim Beef, Sire. He dosent know who gave it to him, and they rode back down towards the plains." Verence unfolded it.
"IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR WIVES, DAUGHTERS AND SONS AGAIN, YOU MUST GIVE US ALL OFF YOUR VALUABLES. IF WE DO NOT SEE THEM, YOU WILL NOT SEE YOUR FAMILY." he read. He looked up.
"Bugger that! Shawn, do you think we could take them out?"
"We did OK against the Elves." Shawn said, tapping his chain mail just in case. Heather spoke up.
"Me and Peter can go find the camp, they wont see us." Verence looked sceptical.
Heather faded into the foreground, her hair fading into a wood beam, her dress into the shadows. Verence blinked and she had disaperaed.
Peter moved as well, into a shadow and froze. With no movement by his part, he vanished as well.
Verence nodded.
"Ok, while Shawn arms the people, you two go and find their camp. When you find it, one of you come and let us know. All right?" Both nodded and left the room. Verence turned to Shawn.
"Ok, Army Chief. How are we going to do this." Shawn looked down at his boots while he thought. He looked up.
"We put the poachers & the hunters in groups of five. It'll be their jobs to get as close as they can without being detected. Form the rest of them into patrols of about 10 each."
"Woman as well?" Verence quiered.
"You want to tell them they have to stay behind?" Shawn asked.
Verence nodded.
"Go do it." He commanded. Shawn saluted and ran off.
"Now we see what we can do without the witches help." he muttered to a picturegraph of his wife. "Now the midden really hits the windmill."
The shouting crowd filled he Great Hall. Verence stood at the stop of the stairs trying to make himself heard. Finally he cracked.
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP!" he bellowed. Everyone fell silent.
"Right, everyone has lost someone. Magrat & Esme were kidnapped." he said in a more normal tone of voice.
"Mum's gone as well." spoke up Shawn from the foot of the stairs.
Heather shouted from the doors at the far end.
"Granny's gone too!"
The crowd started shouting again.
"SILENCE!" Verence bellowed. "Have they got all the witches?"
Mrs Nitt spoke up from somewhere in the middle.
"Our Agnes went into Uberwald to see that Priest that christened your baby, Sire!"
"Right, at least she is safe. Shawn, Peter, come with me. The rest of you stay here. We'll have a plan in a minute." As he turned there was an outburst of yelping as Heather made her way though the crowd with the help of a sharp hatpin. "I'm coming as well!" she shouted.
'You? You're just a girl!" Weaver shouted back.
"She's Granny's Apprentice!" Peter shouted.
Weaver blinked. "Oh...that's all right then." he muttered and tried to hide in the crowd.
"Jason Ogg?" Verence shouted.
"Yes Sire?" Jason called back.
"Everyone and I mean everyone is to stay here. Understand?"
"Yes Sire!"
They met in Verence's office.
"They didn't go over the bridge," Shawn was explaining.
Verence was standing in front of a map of Lancre. It had a lot of green on it.
"So they still must be in Lancre.' he mused. There was a knock at the door. "Yes?" he called.
Millie opened it.
"This note as given to Big Jim Beef, Sire. He dosent know who gave it to him, and they rode back down towards the plains." Verence unfolded it.
"IF YOU WANT TO SEE YOUR WIVES, DAUGHTERS AND SONS AGAIN, YOU MUST GIVE US ALL OFF YOUR VALUABLES. IF WE DO NOT SEE THEM, YOU WILL NOT SEE YOUR FAMILY." he read. He looked up.
"Bugger that! Shawn, do you think we could take them out?"
"We did OK against the Elves." Shawn said, tapping his chain mail just in case. Heather spoke up.
"Me and Peter can go find the camp, they wont see us." Verence looked sceptical.
Heather faded into the foreground, her hair fading into a wood beam, her dress into the shadows. Verence blinked and she had disaperaed.
Peter moved as well, into a shadow and froze. With no movement by his part, he vanished as well.
Verence nodded.
"Ok, while Shawn arms the people, you two go and find their camp. When you find it, one of you come and let us know. All right?" Both nodded and left the room. Verence turned to Shawn.
"Ok, Army Chief. How are we going to do this." Shawn looked down at his boots while he thought. He looked up.
"We put the poachers & the hunters in groups of five. It'll be their jobs to get as close as they can without being detected. Form the rest of them into patrols of about 10 each."
"Woman as well?" Verence quiered.
"You want to tell them they have to stay behind?" Shawn asked.
Verence nodded.
"Go do it." He commanded. Shawn saluted and ran off.
"Now we see what we can do without the witches help." he muttered to a picturegraph of his wife. "Now the midden really hits the windmill."