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“I am fine my master.” Mayleth announced as he stood at the foot of the bed she lay in. “She woke up and punched the medicae.” Sophie commented. “His pain was refreshing.” Mayleth added. “After that no one would go near her so we just waited.” Sophie said, “So what’s happened while we’ve been here?” “Dat other human, da one called Hal tried to kill all da Traders’ Association with another of dem stones. Would ‘ave done it an’ all if we ‘adn’t been dare.” “We?” Salia asked and Hazug grinned. “Da boss ‘as ordered us to go and track down da rest of da humans wot worked for dat Highbalt.” “Good.” Sophie said suddenly, frowning at the mention of them. “Well I got a warband together and we is gonna try and track them down.” Hazug then went on. “Then you require my assistance my master.” Mayleth said, getting out of the bed. Then she looked at Sophie, “I will require my clothes. Are they repaired?” she asked. At that moment the curtain surrounding the bed was pulled back and Thayne stepped in, coming to a sudden halt when he saw Mayleth standing in front of him naked. “I’m sorry I-“ he began, turning his back. “Sorry for what mon keigh? Mayleth asked as she walked right up behind him, “Does my body I offend you?” “Leave him alone Mayleth.” Salia said and Mayleth looked at her, smiling. “Look, here are your clothes and yes I repaired them while you were unconscious.” Sophie said, tossing Mayleth her clothes. “Wot does ya want?” Hazug asked Thayne as Mayleth backed away. “Apparently Hal got into the Traders’ Association meeting by delivering a letter from the only member who wasn’t there, a man named Viktor Mortel. The note excused his absence on the grounds of ill health but I was concerned that-“ “Dat it was a fake.” Hazug interrupted. “Yes. I was
worried that Mortel was already dead and so I sent word that my men were
to check out his home and verify he was safe.” “He wasn’t there.” Thayne replied, “According to his neighbours he’d packed up and left in the early hours of this morning. He took his clothes, valuables and women with him.” “Women?” Sophie commented. “Yes, he ah- he shares his home with four young women.” Thayne explained, glancing nervously at Salia and Sophie. “So ‘e ‘as servants.” Hazug said. “Not exactly.” Thayne replied. “A harem?” Mayleth suggested. “A wot?” Hazug asked. “The women serve to give him physical pleasure my master.” Mayleth said as she pulled on the last of her clothes and picked up her weapons from the cabinet beside the bed. “We don’t think he’s coming back.” Thayne said, “And given that there were no signs of a struggle at his home we believe that he was also working with the rebels.” Hazug grinned. “Dis gives us a lead.” He said, “If ‘e’s gone to join da rebels den we can track ‘im.” “About time ya
got ya gits back.” Drazzok said as Hazug returned to the human government
building, “Now ‘ow’s about a pie?” “But it wasn’t buried in anythin’.” Mek Batrug added, “It was just ‘idden behind a busted up chair.” “Rock?” Mayleth asked, “Master, what has happened while I was unconscious.” “Dem daemons was bein’ summoned through dese carved stones.” Hazug explained, “We ‘ad figured dat dey ‘ad to be buried in muck to get ‘em to work, but now I aint so sure.” “And you have some of these rocks?” Mayleth then asked. “Oh yeah, ‘e’s got some.” Drazzok complained as he climbed into the front passenger seat of the truck, “And a right ‘eadache dey is givin’ me.” “Ratish, give
us dat bag.” Hazug said and he held out his hand. Mayleth slid
the two stones from the bag and looked at them, looking first at the sides
marked with the crossed lines. “There’s more markings on the other side.” Salia told her and Mayleth flipped the stones over. Hazug had not inspected the stone he had acquired from Hal closely at all and had only seen the other side. Now though he saw along with the others that the markings on this side were different to the first stone they had recovered. “Each dedicated to a particular power.” Mayleth said and she held up the first stone that had been recovered, “This was found amongst the waste?” she asked. “In the river
just beside it where it was kept clean.” Sophie said. “So this one was found here.” Mayleth said, holding up the second stone, “And am I correct to say that the damaged one bore an identical mark on this side?” and she turned the stone so that it showed its design, that of a single circle with a point added at one side and a flowing tail at the other. “Dat’s right.” Hazug answered, “Hal had it on ‘im.” “It is
dedicated to Tzeentch, the Changer of the Ways.” Mayleth said, “While this
other stone is dedicated to Nurgle, the Father of Plagues.” “No.” she replied, “My people rarely encounter them. There are no psykers amongst us to attract their attention and we take care not to bring too many from other species to Commorragh lest we attract unwanted attention. But the knowledge is widespread amongst us from our history.” “So ‘ow do dese things work den?” Hazug asked. “I would assume that exposure to the conditions representative of the deity in question energies the artefact, building up power until there is enough o allow an entity to manifest itself in the material world.” “Never mind all dat ya pansy.” Drazzok snapped, “Ow is we supposed to stop ‘em from givin’ me an ‘eadache?” “I would think that destroying them would do.” Mayleth replied. “But how do we do that?” Sophie asked. “May I my master?” Mayleth asked, looking at Hazug and holding up the stone dedicated to Nurgle. “Go on.” He said, nodding and Mayleth leant over the side of the truck and hurled the stone at the pavement with enough force that it shattered. “Better?” she asked Drazzok with a smile. “Actually yeah it is.” He said, “So it’s dat simple?” “It would appear so.” Mayleth said,” Shall I destroy the other my master?” “Yeah go on. I don’t sees us needin’ da thing.” He replied. “Allow me.”
Gorgoga said out loud, stepping towards the truck and raising his power
claw, flexing its claws. Smiling Mayleth tossed the stone towards him and
with a swing of his arm he struck the stone in midair with his power claw.
There was a flash of light from the discharge of the energy field that
enveloped the weapon and the sound of breaking stone as the object
shattered. “She wouldn’t stop complainin’ about ‘er chains.” One of Two Heads replied, “So we ‘ad da idea of shuttin’ ‘er in a box.” The other then added and both heads looked towards his battlewagon. “Bring ‘er back ‘ere.” Hazug said, “She rides with us.” “Does she have to?” Sophie asked as Rhia was dragged from the battlewagon, gasping for breath after being shut in a crate for some time and a pair of the madboys currently climbing aboard the truck dragged her up with them before shoving her towards one of the passenger benches. “Not by me.” Sophie said, scowling. “Come sit by me mon keigh.” Mayleth said from the opposite side of the truck and she reached out to pull Rhia towards her by the chain around her neck, “And do not worry about her,” she added, glancing at Sophie and at the same time stroking Rhia’s hair, “I won’t let her harm a hair on your head.” And Rhia shuddered, not noticing the smile that this provoked from Mayleth. Located on the far side of Git Town from the area of the city occupied by the orks themselves was the structure known as the Northern Fort. This structure held a garrison of orks under orders to maintain a watch over who entered and left Git Town. It had never been a particularly popular posting for the orks and since Kazkal Kromag’s decree protecting humans from random killing it had become even less so. Therefore the orks on guard at the roadside as Hazug’s warband headed north looked decidedly bored as they waved him down. In fact several of them bore what looked like fresh scars and bruises from where they had probably taken out their boredom on one another. “Where ya
goin’?” one of the ork guards asked. Though too small to be considered a
nob, the ork was the largest of those present and Hazug guessed that the
only reason he was doing the asking was because it actually meant he had
something to do. The ork nob
frowned. “Yeah, like
dem.” Hazug answered and he pointed to the three human women in the back
of his truck. However, this did nothing to change the expression of
confusion on the other ork’s face. “Look,” he
said, “’ave any humans come past dis mornin’? A group of ‘em dat aint come
back again.” “Yeah dat’s right.” The nob said, “’E kept givin’ ‘em orders and dey kept followin’ ‘em. Dat was right odd.” Since Viktor Mortel was a member of the Traders’ Association it seemed reasonable to assume that the individual that the guards were describing was him. “Which way did
dey go?” Hazug asked and some of the orks pointed out into the wilderness.
Fortunately Mortel’s odd behaviour from an ork point of view had caused
them to remember him rather well and they all pointed in the same
direction.
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