Malleus Maleficarum - journal of the hunt

[Ome Mathieu]

Malleus Maleficarum
- journal and reports of a witch hunt in the city of damned souls
and the wicked.
by High Inquisitor Luis Alonso de León.




Upon entering the City of the damned, I had an eerie feeling about it's alleyways and closing walls, there is a lot of evil stirring around here, forces to be reconed with...


First off, I should start with a small introduction to this mission, the Witch hunt in the dark and damp alleyways of Mordheim, city of the damned.
I, Luis Alonso de León, have been sent there with the task of seeking out the potential enemies of our blessed faith, and to immediately obliterate any such possible threat. But, whilst doing that, I am also to hunt for the unearthly material known as Wyrdstone, to investigate, and judge it's potentials. For it appears to be a highly valued good, since long within the boundries of Mordheim, but recently the hunger for it is starting to spread throughout the empire. Said to have powers that can easily twist a man's minde and lure him into chaos, it is to dangerous to leave unattended. and so I was send her, as a true keeper of the faith, I should have least difficulty resisting its powers.

I will obviously not go alone into this grim world, for the risk my person would run can not be allowed. therefore I assembled a band of fierce warriors to assist me in my searching out, interrogating, and judging of the possible threat to our faith.

As allways, the scarred Martin will be by my side. Since he came under my care some 14 years ago, scarred by a false Inquisitor, his soul was balancing on the edge of sanity, dwelling on the question wether or not he was indeed to be put to trial or if his soul would endure. But the faith was strong in this one, and he kept true to himself and the gods. Trough our journeys we'd grown experienced, and he'd grown more and more protective of me than the other way around. To such an extend is he protecting me that I can now fully focus on my tasks as Inquisitor and not worry about my back, for I know him to be there, allways.

[Ome Mathieu]

This time however, is not like any normal journey we've ever been on, in a normal city we could always count on a dose of fear, staying the potential unrest. And if needed, there would allways be backup in the form of highly religious fanatics, who are -though by the looks of them one would think of them as insane- highly dependable and steadfast.
This City of Mordheim, is a different tale all together, though we have our usual fanatics by our side, this place is drenched with evil, so foul it fears none or nothing. By ourselves we could never best any foe we'd encounter here, so -Insulting to our pride as it is- we decided to enlist the aid with yet another Inquisitor. One who has seen fierce battles in the outer reaches of the empire, and therefore as hardened as can be in the arts of combat and punishment. He is a ambitious man, and well known to have his way with the heretic. This man I write of is known as Frederick the fierce. Frederick as well as I has had a very loyal follower for a long time. I do not yet know his name, for Frederick -who refers to him as "his blade" is never away from his side, and allways answers for him. Which has led me to assume that the rumours about this "blade" are true... It is said that he is a Cathayan fugetive who, by chance stumbled upon Frederick just when he was in a most dire need of aid -cornered by 8 heretics amidst a small town of unfaithfull- taking note of the malice in the heretics minds, "the blade" rushed in, and had taken 3 enemies down before even Frederick realised what happened.

A most welcome deed, but I wonder what it is he ran from, and if he is to be trusted, afterall, I never heard him speak, nor state his goals in this empire...

Frederick, appearing as ambitious as a Inquisitor should be, spoke of an old keep in Mordheim, of which he thought he know the location, it is a well defendable safehouse for us, and should be relatively clear of the evil, since it used to be a house of Justice and faith. We should make our way there, and make it our base, from which to operate with precision...

[Ome Mathieu]

We are closing in on Mordheim, and we have found ourselves in very welcome battle hardened company, though their faith is solid, I am not fully contend with these minds, alas, we need them in battle.

We have been joined by a Warrior priest known as Gregor, and his ever fanatic followers, for now that means some dogs, and 4 religious fanatics claiming to give their lives for the faith... they may do so under my command.

We have closed in on the City of mordheim, and it's stench can be picked up in the air. Tomorrow we shall set foot among the first buildings upon the road to Mordheim, a ghostly scene where citizens still dwell and make their living, whilst deamons and twisted lifeforms crawl out of the darkness that is the spawning ground of Mordheim.

[Ome Mathieu]

Battle!

we have entered these foul grounds today, and found ourselves immediately surrounded by heathen races, came here to claim treasure, and fall victim to Chaos in it's process. we advanded on these dwarfs, knowing that true faith would prevail, and just as we were about to close our grasp on this rabble, a new threat appeared.

Mordheim is worse that I could have expected, foul Deamons have reached this far to it's edges. and though we took some out of action, their band advanced upon us quickly, chasing off the dwarfs, and making us it's new target.
I decided to pull out and make better plans for the entry of the city, the Blade bought us some time by luring the beasts into his swift circle of attack, but even he could nog prevail, and was wounded badly to the arm, before making his escape...
we will need better tactics!

[Scrap (zonder hobby)]

crunchcrunchcruh??
+++out of popcorn error+++

[Big Brother]

Hahahah! Geweldig! Hey Mat, je weet dat ook JIJ stukjes mag schrijven voor de Mordheim Post heh? Want zo geniaal zijn mijn grappen niet en ik kan wel wat humor van buitenaf gebruiken >_<
PS: Zijn de plaatjes al binnen?

[Ome Mathieu]

Again we have waged ourselves into the accursed city of Mordheim, still the same small band, but with better tactics, since we are so few, we decided to make this city our own...

sigh...

the Blade is behaving admirably, and is moving rapidly through these abandoned blocks of houses, jumping, crawling, growing. My ever trusted aid, Martin, takes his crossbow to the maximum advantage, and knows how to find positions from which to claim a lot of lives...

ahh..

We made our way into the blocks of houses, but right on the central square, we got into battle, with these blasted wolfskin clad humans. and they were many! again, we were forced to draw away from battle, but not without gaining some valuable experience in combat in these regions of the world.

auch... ...my body still aches a lot, I have received one of the heaviest blows yet, and I am forced to stay aside for a while, whilst recovering strenght. Therefore, I have decided that Gregor, should lead our band in the next few battles we will find ourselves in, for he has proven himself a strong, and reliable man of faith and power.

haaaaggg...

And above alle expectations, Sänder, one of the fanatics Gregor brought with him, was behaving so valiant and decisive in combat, that I felt confindent in promoting him. Lets hope that the other men Gregor brought will behave as good as this one has, (though Johan and Mark haven't shown much promise yet...)

sigh...

for now I am to rest, our next battles wil be even more violent, and I need to be ready...

[Big Brother]

And our city grows ever so slightly yet steady! Soon, the entire city will be ours!! Muwhahahahaa!!!!

Vette stuff! Het begint steeds meer te leven! Volgende keer zal ik er voor zorgen dat mijn delen ook op de tafel verschijnen... Ik zal dat tuintje ook even afbouwen, want die is denk ik wel geinig om op te battlen... Hoop ik! Toren is zoizo af, alleen de tegeltjes moeten even de juiste kleur hebben.... Mathieu?

[Ome Mathieu]

Mayhem!

We have encountered many a foe in so short a time, and tidings are ill.


the tower on the marketsquare proved a save haven for some time.

We did locate the tower Frederick spoke of, and I was able to rest in there, and restore some of my health. But shortly after taking our refuge there, the Blade spotted enemies on the horizon, foul Skaven! I sent out my trusted priest Gregor to make sure the would not reach my location, for I was too weak to defend myself. What news he came back with was good, except for the Blade being hurt after a collapsing floorboard while rushing into battle from the second floor... he will be accompanying me for a small period of time to ensure his recovering.
The Skaven how ever, suffered greatly for their intrusion. We butchered many, and crippled others, they never even laid their eyes upon my threshold.



The next day however, those foul Middenheimers showed their faces on the edge of our territory, we were forced to rush for the Wyrdstone not yet gathered from these streets. We knew of their strength, and we were cautious, but as if by magic, thick, doomspelling fog rolled in to our streets, and we could not keep track of one another. Being split up in the narrow streets, rushing for the precious stones, we failed to watch the backs of our band members, one by one we were cornered and viciously attacked by the Middenheimers. They struck with such force and precision, that we've had to say definite goodbyes to one of our hounds and to Gregor's man, Leiff the flagelant.


Gregor got severely beaten on the steps of a small temple.

They will be missed, and we no really need new recruits in order to safeguard our position in Mordheim!
But, even more disaster struck us, not only did the Middenheimers kill of some of my men, they took off with all the Wyrdstone left in these blocks too! With no money left to recruit new men, and a failing warband, I see myself forced to look for new streets and find means of survival, even now that I am still not fully recovered...

My mission to cleanse Mordheim of it's evil is not going well, I fear for it's effectiveness now that I've seen how far it spread. I need either a miracle, or reinforcements if I am to carry out the task that was entrusted to me the way it should be
... or face defeat and withdraw...

More tidings shall come... let us hope for better ones..