Mathias Thulmann 00c - Witch Work by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-02-02T19:10:28+00:00

Twilight found the city of Wurtbad gripped by fear as tired labourers and craftsmen hurried to their homes, bolting their doors and windows. There was an almost palpable aura of terror in the streets as the sun began to fade, a despair that would not abate until morning broke. Thulmann had noted the air of dread since his first night within the city walls, but this night, it seemed to him, the fear was even greater, the haste of the townsfolk as they scrambled to their homes just that little bit faster than it had been previous nights.

Torches and oil lamps blazed upon every street corner and in every window in the merchant quarter, lighting up some streets almost as intensely as the noonday sun. Armed patrols of private militia, professional mercenaries and the regular city watch marched along the deserted lanes, the tramp of their boots echoing across the cobbles.

Thulmann turned his eyes to the fading sky, watching as stars began to wink into life, the pale sliver of Morrslieb peeking above the horizon. It would be a long night, a dark night for all the precautions the merchants had taken. But perhaps it would be the last such night the people of Wurtbad would need to suffer through.

“It seems no different from yesterday,” the man standing beside Thulmann commented. Meisser had forsaken his soft shirts and patterned tunics for a sturdy suit of leather armour reinforced with steel, a long-barrelled duelling pistol thrust through the band of his belt, a heavy broadsword sheathed at his side.

Thulmann rolled his eyes at the comment. Meisser had spared no opportunity to cast doubt and derision on his rival’s every move, but even for the arrogant, pompous windbag it had been a stupid remark.

“We will know in the morning if tonight is the same,” Thulmann replied. “Until then I suggest that you keep your eyes open.”

Thulmann had positioned himself and a pair of witch hunters from the chapter house in an alleyway near the home of a merchant named Strasser. Other men were scattered about the district, teamed with soldiers from the Ministry of Justice and led by the more capable of Meisser’s apprentices. Thulmann had attached Meisser to his own group, not trusting the man to keep out of mischief were he let out of Thulmann’s sight.

“What do you expect us to look for?” Meisser asked, his tone surly and petulant.

“We will know it when we see it,” Thulmann said curtly.

One more idiotic quip and he was sorely tempted to have the man locked in his own dungeons until morning. The thought brought a smile to the templar’s stern features. He was still considering the idea when he saw Streng round a street corner and jog toward where Thulmann and his group were hidden. Thulmann had placed his underling in command of the men charged with watching the house of a merchant named Bromberg. If Streng had taken leave of his post, Thulmann knew that it could be only to bear very important news.

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