Morning broke over the River Reik with an unease that clung to the mist like a stain. What little rest the companions had managed aboard their riverboat did nothing to dull the sense that Wittgendorf itself was watching them—hungry, resentful, patient. The village lay quiet, too quiet, its gaunt inhabitants kept at bay by the thin line of water and wood that separated them from escape. That fragile boundary would not last.
The sound came first: hooves, iron-shod and numerous, rolling down toward the docks in a measured, deliberate rhythm. When the armored men emerged from the road—steel catching the early light, kettle helms low, crossbows cradled with casual familiarity—the meaning was unmistakable. This was no courtesy call. Authority had come riding, and it had come in force.
Qavitrae met them on deck, her expression unreadable, eyes flicking from banner to breastplate, counting, measuring. Thindruk soon followed, refusing to be hailed like a common petitioner from the dockside. When Captain Doppler announced his intent—to seize the boat “for its own protection,” to remove it to the castle’s keeping, to delay their audience yet another day—the words landed like an insult wrapped in protocol. The quarantine was his justification. The plague, his excuse. But beneath it lay something simpler: command.
Steelbone would not bend. His refusal rang sharp and public, invoking rank, law, and the Empire itself. For a heartbeat, it seemed enough. Then Doppler barked an order, and armored boots thundered onto the gangplank.
The moment stretched thin. Crossbows rose. Hands tightened on hafts and grips. Felrick’s fingers hovered near his firearm, already calculating angles and bodies tumbling into the river. Wanda stepped forward, voice like iron striking stone, forcing the captain’s gaze back to her. Words cut where blades had not yet fallen—warnings of consequence, of blood spilled in the Emperor’s name, of a dock slick with bodies before the day was out. The guards faltered, peril etched across their stances. Doppler ground his teeth behind his mask, weighing obedience against disaster.
In the end, neither side claimed victory. The order shifted: the boat would leave Wittgendorf entirely, escorted clear of the docks, and return later—by river—to the castle itself. It was a retreat dressed up as compliance, and everyone knew it. As the lines were cast off and the village slid away behind them, the tension did not fade. It merely followed, drifting in their wake.
They did not flee downriver in shame. Instead, they turned upstream, drawn by the impossible silhouette of Castle Wittgenstein looming atop its cliffs. From the water, it was every nightmare given stone: sheer walls clawing at the sky, towers balanced where no tower should stand, bridges and battlements stacked like a madman’s boast. Smoke curled from unseen chimneys, but there was no sign of life along the parapets—no banners snapping, no guards pacing. Only the sense of being watched from a height too great to challenge.
Below the cliffs, half-hidden in shadow, they found it: a narrow, crooked inlet where the river bit into the rock, concealing a dark mouth that could swallow a boat whole. A secret harbor, or the promise of one. Defensible. Dangerous. Likely trapped. They lingered just long enough to confirm its existence before prudence prevailed. Whatever lay up there would not yield easily.
With their path blocked and patience exhausted, they chose distance over defiance. Days later, Kemperbad received them like any other river traffic—anonymous, unremarkable, safe. There they stocked their hold with food fit for starving mouths: cured meats, bread, ale, sustenance that could buy trust where steel could not. They acquired a spyglass as well, an eye to pierce distance and lies alike. Quiet inquiries turned up nothing of Volker Reiss beyond the fact that he had already passed on, leaving only a name and a trail gone cold.
Before returning upriver, Felrick secured the boat’s safety the only way he trusted—by hiring Aubrey Hennig. Blade-ready, bow at hand, and paid far better than the work required, she agreed to guard the Fraulein with discretion and loyalty. With their lifeline secured, the others set out on foot, leaving the river behind them.
The woods closed in quickly. Under Qavitrae’s guidance, the path was swift, almost unnaturally so, but the forest itself felt wrong. Fungal growths clung to trunks and roots—yellow-green, slick, and shaped like leering faces frozen mid-mockery. The air smelled of rot and damp cloth. No birdsong followed them. No wind stirred the leaves.
As they pressed deeper, signs emerged that set nerves on edge: trees scarred too high for boar or bear, symbols cut with deliberate intent. The markings spoke of beastmen—of old hatreds and older stories whispered in taverns and temples alike. Yet the trail itself betrayed human feet, carefully worn, even partially obscured, as though someone wished to be found only by those already too close.
At last, through the press of trunks and shadow, they glimpsed the outskirts of a small camp. Smoke drifted low and cautious. The forest bore the marks of habitation—subtle, but undeniable. Someone lived here, far from the river and the village, hiding beneath the same canopy that bore signs of darker things.
They halted at the edge of sight, hearts pounding, choices narrowing. Whatever secrets Wittgendorf harbored, they were no longer confined to the village or the castle above. The woods themselves had begun to answer—and the answers promised no mercy.
GM framing: Reikland Quarantine Office report (Vikendorf addendum) The GM reads an in-world document titled: “Reikland Quarantine Office. Vickendorf Report Addendum. Ecclesiastical Irregularities and Civil Conduct.” Key findings and uncertainties in the report: Conflicting reports exist on whether the Temple of Sigmar was damaged during the ferocious storm two years ago or after that event. Reports indicate the sanctuary remained intact and properly consecrated. Adjoining chambers paint a darker picture: Findings beneath the temple: Temple records suggest a long agricultural decline coinciding with the return of Dagmar von Wittgenstein about a century ago: Jean Rousseau, a Bretonnian physician resident in the area for five years: The report concludes: Vikendorf remains under quarantine, observation, and administrative patience, with further reports to address the castle household. Party reorients: temple findings, the wine, and suspicion of the castle household The group recaps what they observed: The party discusses a bottle of allegedly tainted/medicinal wine left by Doctor Rousseau, claimed to be a remedy from Lady Marguerite. The party reflects on their upcoming interaction with the Wittgensteins: Boat security planning and practical concerns The party discusses how to keep the boat secure in their absence: They assess supplies: They weigh security options: Swimming capability comes up: Morning: castle guards arrive at the docks After a night watch, some villagers—especially beggars—eye the boat, but keep distance due to visible firearms and crossbows. At sunrise/early morning, the party notices movement above deck and hears many horses. A large contingent of armed men arrive at the docks of Vikendorf: The party debates whether this is aggression or a “flex”: Captain Doppler’s message and attempt to seize the boat Captain Doppler calls out that his lady has sent him with a message for the Viscount. Thindruk positions himself as a noble receiving a formal message, arraying himself in a chair in his quarters. The party invites the captain aboard; Doppler responds by nodding to many men, and a large contingent marches down the dock—more than seems necessary. Doppler announces the quarantine rationale and then delivers the order: Thindruk insists on proper decorum and comes out to confront Doppler directly, reprimanding him for addressing the Viscount dockside rather than civilized conversation. Doppler escalates: De-escalation attempt: “Meeting of the Minds” and standoff at the gangplank The group rapidly considers options (moving the boat, cutting lines, breaking or obstructing the gangplank). Michael (Wanda) declares the use of an ability called “Meeting of the Minds” to reduce the hostile situation to talking. Wanda uses Intimidate as the approach, framing it as the captain stepping on the Viscount’s authority. The GM narrates the effect: Captain Doppler reiterates: Resolution of the dock confrontation Thindruk responds with formal courtesy and authority: Doppler grudgingly accepts (“grits his teeth”) and declares they will see the party off so the locals do not harass them. Guards withdraw from the gangplank and wait beyond the end of the dock. The party departs into the river: Reassessment: castle approach options and recalling a river inlet The party considers an immediate approach to the castle by river: Felrick makes an Awareness check (difficulty Challenging) to recall whether they noticed a port/inlet near the castle previously. Multiple characters roll similarly (Awareness/Education/Folklore) to support the memory search. The party’s successful recollection: The group discusses the castle’s defenses conceptually: Clarifying who issued the boat-seizure order (“the lady”) Thindruk catches on a key phrasing: Doppler referred to “the lady” instructing them to take the boat. Thindruk attempts to determine whether “the lady” means the Baroness or Lady Marguerite. Result: Strategic pivot: avoid the docks, gather leverage and information The party discusses returning to town and/or manipulating the situation: The group agrees direct docking at Vikendorf is likely to trigger the armed guards again. A plan forms: They also discuss contacting their prior wizardly acquaintance: Travel to Kemperbad and resupply The group decides to skip the castle’s scheduled escort/appointment and travels a couple of days downriver to Kemperbad. Arrival is described as typical river traffic to the dockworkers/stevedores—no immediate trouble is noted. The party acquires provisions: Spyglass purchase and bargaining The party considers purchasing a spyglass for long-range observation from the river. Wanda attempts to haggle using the bargain rules (page referenced as 216), and the GM asks for a Bargain check. Finances and bookkeeping status (as stated at the table) The group briefly discusses how they track money and what is held where. The GM summarizes current funds: Rumor-mongering: locating Volker Reiss Wanda attempts to gather rumors about Volker Reiss. Information obtained: Returning upriver toward Vikendorf Additional security measures: dogs vs hiring a guard The party considers acquiring a vicious dog (or guard dog) for boat security: They decide hiring a person to watch the boat is preferable: Hiring Aubrey Hennig as boat guard The party hires Aubrey Hennig: Wages are discussed: Approach plan: anchor away from Vikendorf and hike in with food The party returns to the vicinity of Vikendorf and chooses to anchor downriver and hike into town rather than dock. The GM confirms backpacks/sacks for carrying food can be included in the provision costs and that most characters already have backpacks. The party clarifies they will leave the boat anchored and rely on Aubrey to watch it while they go inland. They briefly discuss stowing valuables on the boat: Into the woods: survival-guided route and discovery of a hunting trail The GM calls for: The party succeeds strongly; the GM narrates that having Qavitrae (a wood elf) lead is especially effective. Because of the strong result (including a critical success outcome being referenced), Qavitrae notices: Following the hunting trail: fungal growths and unsettling details The trail is described as reasonably worn and used regularly. As the group moves farther from the river, the forest becomes denser and darker. The group sees many trees covered in a warty-looking fungus with yellowish-green coloration and a musty smell. Conclusions based on successful checks: The party continues along the easier path sections and avoids brushing the fungus. Alertness checks and the discovery of carved signs The GM calls for Alertness checks (other skills are not allowed for this moment). Only Felrick and Wanda succeed (as stated by the GM). They observe marks on trees: Wanda and Thindruk interpret the markings: The party clarifies recent encounters: Qavitrae adds an important tracking observation: Orientation and end-of-session reveal: a camp in the woods Continuing deeper: Qavitrae spots the outskirts of a small camp, obscured by the forest: The GM clarifies at wrap-up: Session wrap-up: rewards and reflectionsSession Notes