The Aftermath
Gotrek looked over at Felix, he had been in bed for six weeks since the battle at the sewer entrance. Felix had reicieved a severe blow to the head, his skull had cracked. Also, the rat ogre had scarred his back with its claws while trying to pull him off. It wasn't looking good. Gotrek sighed, and left Felix' bedside, desiring fresh air. Stepping outside, Gotrek saw the usual rabble of village folk doing thier daily buisness, he didn't feel he could ever be a part of this human culture. Gotrek longed to be back with his breatheren, but he was needed here. Skaven attacks had become more frequent, and there was rumour of a war in the land of elves. Gotrek decided he would go for a drink, after the desruction of the Weary Traveller, he had to walk nearly twice as far to quench his thirst and sit alongside his fellow bar junkies. Upon arrival Gotrek recognised many of the regulars from the Weary Traveller, it seemed they'd also chosen this place as a substitute. The bartender looked happy, no doubt he was raking in the cash after his competitor went bust. Gotrek pulled up a stool.
"And what can i get you sir?" The bartender asked, grinning.
"A bottle of your strongest." Grumbled Gotrek.
"eh? are you sure? it's mighty powerful!" The bartender queried.
"Aye I'm sure!" The bartender reached under the bar, and brought out a dusty bottle, obviously it wasn't very popular among village folk.
"And may i ask you're name?" Called the bartender from the other side of the room.
"Gotrek" He replied, taking a swig of the drink. "Why?"
"I would like to know the name of the first person to drink an entire bottle of that stuff. I'm Jeomard by the way."
"Hmm." Mumbled Gotrek, gazing over to a drunk half asleep at a table, drooling. He downed half the bottle. Getting sick of this bartender, Gotrek finished the rest of the bottle hastily, paid what was due, and made his way out.
Felix felt odd, he knew he was being helped, but by who's hand was a mystery to him. His dreams were all that he saw in this state, he gained a new understanding for the situation there. What was a black mass in his dream turned into hordes of skaven. He saw a figure in his dreams, carried on a platform high above the skaven ranks. Bearing horns, and a vicious glare, Felix believed this was the skaven leader. But then again, it was only a dream. Felix ached all over, he couldnt do anything about it though. So he slept.
In the sewers the skaven warchief was outraged. not only had a regiment of his skaven lost to a dozen village folk, but he had lost a rat ogre, and Commander Jainer.
"What Happened?" He demanded of one of the survivors.
"Forgive us sire, but there was a dwarf and a human sire, the dwarf was like a demon, his axe conquered us with ease, and the human, the humans agility is what killed the rat ogre and Commander Jainer sire. They were too powerful, we couldn't hold them, please don't blame us" The feeble clan rat pleaded.
"And tell me why you sent my men into the human ranks." The Skaven Lord was fuming.
"Sire it was bloodlust, our fellow skaven were infuriated by the enemy and so charged at them. I couldnt have stopped them if i tried!" The clan rat was genuinly scared now, the skaven lord believed the clan rat, but he had a reputation to keep.
"Dispose of him." He ordered, the clan rat screamed out his apologies, but it was too late, the decision had been made. Its screams could be heard throughout the sewers from where it was being executed.
Gotrek started to make his way back towards Felix, staggering slightly. In his drunken state he decided to take a shortcut through the alleyways. A gang of youths tried to rob him, they didnt do much though. So Gotrek carried on to Felix. When he arrived he saw something he wasn't expecting. Someone was standing over Felix that shouldnt have been. Gotrek stood and watched what the being did.
Whos this strange creature? Friend or Foe?
