Vermintide by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure, Fiction, Fantasy, General, Dwarfs, Epic
ISBN: 9781844162864
Publisher: Games Workshop
Published: 2006-01-31T05:00:00+00:00

Heiko Geissner was curled into a bruised ball of pain in one corner of his cell, his agonised minutes stretching into hours, his hours blackening into days. Rudolph’s soldiers had been amateurs compared to the jailers who maintained the dungeon. After his visit, Rudolf had made certain to let the jailers know about the coins he’d tossed into Heiko’s cell. The thuggish guards had waited only as long as it took Rudolf to exit the prison before throwing open the door. They’d quickly collected the coins Rudolf had mockingly tossed at his captive. Then the beating had begun, with the savagery of greedy men who believed they caught the scent of wealth. Rudolf had cast four coins at Heiko during his visit. The bastard had told the guards there were five.

One of Heiko’s arms was cradled against his chest, throbbing with a dull pain. Heiko suspected it was broken, but was too frightened by that prospect to test his suspicion. There was little chance of the timely attentions of a healer or chirurgeon in his current circumstances. If the arm truly were broken, then, even if he were to win his freedom, he would live out life as a cripple. Strangely, Heiko found that prospect even more disturbing than the promise that Rudolf would arrange some sort of “accident”. Death was so much easier to accept than suffering through life, maimed and mutilated.

Dimly, Heiko became gradually aware of a change in his surroundings. Through the one eye not swollen shut after his beating, he could see a flicker of light at the door to his cell, growing into the faint illumination of a torch that seemed as brilliant as the sun in the bleak dungeon. Heiko cringed back into a tiny ball.

The door creaked inward, and Heiko could see the huge, hairy paw of the jailer he’d heard others address as Sigri gripping the handle. In his other hand, the bearded brute held his torch. Heiko waited for the thug to demand another coin, but his attention seemed to be elsewhere. His face turned toward the corridor outside, once he’d confirmed his prisoner was in no shape to cause any trouble.

“Here’s the pig,” Sigri grunted. “Don’t get too close to him if you don’t want the fever.” The brute stepped aside and Heiko saw another figure appear in the doorway. Wearing the slender bodice and dress of a simple peasant girl, Heiko was at a loss to understand who his visitor could be until he forced his eye to focus upon her face. A thrill of disbelief surged through him. He knew that face, though he could not believe he was seeing it again.

The woman moved to step inside the cell, but found her passage interrupted by Sigri’s grimy hand, its upturned palm hovering just beneath her nose.

“That cask of ale you brought might be good enough for the others,” Sign snarled. “But I want more. It’s my neck if the elector count learns of this, and I’m not risking that for a barrel of cheap booze.

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