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Rheden is a crappy little frontier village with nothing to recommend it. It's the kind of place people don't leave only because they never discover there's anything better out there. The river Talabec slides by, but it is very far from the mighty river you're familiar with further into the Empire. Here it has just left the World's Edge Mountains and is narrow enough to freeze in the winter, as now, then turn into a violent torrent in the spring. Rheden's buildings sit back from the bank, as if scared of being ripped away. | Rheden is a crappy little frontier village with nothing to recommend it. It's the kind of place people don't leave only because they never discover there's anything better out there. The river Talabec slides by, but it is very far from the mighty river you're familiar with further into the Empire. Here it has just left the World's Edge Mountains and is narrow enough to freeze in the winter, as now, then turn into a violent torrent in the spring. Rheden's buildings sit back from the bank, as if scared of being ripped away. | ||
| − | You are something the villagers of Rheden have rarely or never seen: representatives of imperial authority. You stand now in a farmer's barn, looking at the reason you were sent here: it is a covered, armoured sled, used here and in Kislev to transport gold or other valuables in winter, but it now resembles a sieve: full of holes, but with | + | You are something the villagers of Rheden have rarely or never seen: representatives of imperial authority. You stand now in a farmer's barn, looking at the reason you were sent here: it is a covered, armoured sled, used here and in Kislev to transport gold or other valuables in winter, but it now resembles a sieve: full of holes, but with the insides caked with frozen blood. This one was not transporting valuables, but a captive, the first person to be taken alive from the notorious bandit gang of the Black Kaiser, who has plagued the Empire/Kislev border for the last several years. What is left of the witness's body is now packed in snow, waiting for your inspection. The villagers whisper of demons who tore the woman apart, but to your practised Roadwarden eyes, it looks like many, many guns - impossibly many, in fact |
