Having regained their strength in Unterbaum, the group stands at a crossroads of destiny. Three potential paths lie before them: stay on the trail of the Witch Hunter to save Martha, head north to Middenheim to strike at the inner circle of the Tzeentch cult, or finish the game in the Reikland by heading to... Continue Reading →

Despite the unsettling presence of Corroberth's mutants, the exhaustion is so great that the group accepts the Druid's invitation to stay and fully recover. The following morning, after taking a look at the injuries, especially those of Fredrich, which show deep, purplish bruises, the group listens to Corroberth. Corroberth: (The Druid Priest speaks calmly) "Thanks... Continue Reading →

In the vineyard, the group finds nothing of interest. The tracks become increasingly difficult to follow due to the dirty rain that is increasing in intensity. The water is yellowish and seems greasy, making everyone uneasy: this place is cursed and contaminated by Sigmar only knows what. Wolfgang: (Coughing, spitting out yellow water) "It looks... Continue Reading →

The communal dinner ends, and with the last minutes of natural light available, the group splits: Drumin and Wolfgang take a reconnaissance tour of the village. They immediately note some interesting elements. There is no warehouse that could hold the quantity of valerian root that the Druids are said to purchase. There is no artificial... Continue Reading →

Arriving at the village, the group is greeted by Martha, an attractive woman in her forties who, offering them spiced water, welcomes them to Sephiron, the name of the Druidic community-village. The woman gives a brief presentation of the village and the imminent rite that is about to be celebrated around the cross in the... Continue Reading →

That very day, after purchasing a sturdy mule for baggage and enough provisions for several days, the group immediately set off for the Druid community. According to the directions, it would take three days to reach the village. There were no established paths, but the locals suggested first following the course of the Narn and... Continue Reading →

Descending from the Black Peaks, the group changed their minds. Exhaustion and the awareness of the risks prompted a strategic retreat, bypassing the ruined stronghold.Waldemar: (Limping, but with a firm voice) "Friends, we cannot return to the mad King. We failed the mission of vengeance and we do not have the Witch's head. Showing up... Continue Reading →