Profit's Ruin - C L Werner by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781789993240
Published: 2019-11-04T15:23:18+00:00

Chapter Nine

The duardin plunged back into the winding interior of Profit’s Ruin. Brokrin could see from Horgarr’s compass that their path was still trending towards the centre of the Ruin. For the moment that was of less concern to him than putting distance between his crew and the glade where the Windfarer was entombed. He was worried that the skaven would rally and try to pick up their trail again. His crew might not be so lucky in another fight with the ratkin.

‘At least she’s getting some colour back,’ Brokrin observed when he glanced at Esmira. Together with Agrilo he was carrying the human along the trail. Behind them, Gotramm and Morri did the same with Horgarr. It was left to Kerrum and his thunderers to keep a guard. The sergeant was out front leading the way, his two marksmen were at the rear keeping a watch for any skaven following them.

‘She didn’t hold back,’ Agrilo said with a frown. ‘When we needed her help the most, she came right out and gave it her all.’ He shook his head and looked away. ‘I’m sorry I doubted her.’

The logisticator wasn’t alone in that sentiment. Brokrin too had his regrets.

‘I should’ve listened to her. She was right. All we found by taking that path was pain.’

‘You think she knew the skaven were there or might be there?’ Agrilo asked. ‘She might’ve kept quiet about them thinking if we knew they were there we’d go after them. We were pretty tough when we talked about the rats.’

‘And she was afraid of them,’ Brokrin sighed. ‘She didn’t want us chasing after them, so she didn’t tell us they were there.’ Even as he said the words, Brokrin wasn’t convinced by them. He couldn’t forget their incredible fortune in stumbling on the Windfarer. Of all the wrecks in the Ruin, how could it be that the krontanker was the one they chanced upon? He didn’t believe in coincidences like that. Something had wanted them to find it. Some force that Esmira wasn’t ignorant of.

Brokrin glanced at Esmira’s face. She was still in a stupor, but there was a pained expression there that made him wonder. For some reason her visage seemed troubled by something beyond the physical. A mental or perhaps emotional turmoil. Maybe the pangs of guilt? He thought again of her claims that in Profit’s Ruin, one was never really alone. What other presence did she feel? Was it merely the vines, or was it something more? Something with the intelligence and power to steer the duardin right to where the Windfarer lay? And if so, to what purpose?

‘Cap’n, Horgarr’s getting worse,’ Gotramm called out, rousing Brokrin from his dark ruminations.

Brokrin called a halt. He helped Agrilo lower Esmira to the floor and then walked back to the arkanauts and Horgarr.

‘He’s bleeding again,’ Brokrin cursed into his beard when he saw the endrinmaster.

‘It’s that skaven bullet,’ Gotramm said. ‘Every time we move we jostle it a little more and start Horgarr bleeding again.

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