Franz Lohner’s Chronicle – A Moment Between Storms

An absent-minded man of mysteries, Franz Lohner relies on his bulging journal to keep track of occurrences, intrigues and arguments around Taal's Horn Keep. Sometimes his notes are even useful, believe it or not. The Franz Lohner Chronicles are extracts from that journal.

Been a bit of unseasonal weather about lately. Ain’t the time of year for snow - least- ways, not as far down the mountain as this - but snow we’ve had, and in quantities that don’t make for an easy life.

Naturally, the Ubersreik Five haven’t let it slow them down at all. Kruber muttered darkly about it being “another bloody thing on top of everything else” and reached for a slightly bigger hat to keep the snow off. Sienna’s quarters are always toasty warm, for reasons that should be obvious. Bardin’s been making snow trolls to guard the approach (though if I’m honest, they look more like Saltzpyre than any troll I’ve ever seen). Speaking of Saltzpyre, he’s simply been claiming that a little suffering does wonders for the soul, because of course he has. And as for Kerillian, I’ve barely seen her. Off walking the slopes, she is, reconnecting with what she calls the Spirit of Atylwyth ... but of course, Kerillian being who she is, she first offered dire warning that this was all a sign that the Weave is unhappy.

Ain’t we all, love.

Ain’t we all.

Anyway, just because it’s a bit inclement out, it doesn’t mean we’re excused a bit of derring-do. The skaven certainly aren’t slowing their remorseless attacks on Helm-gart’s locale. Then again, the little beggars are invariably so hopped up on warpstone dust that I doubt they can feel their own ratty little fingers, much less a bit of a nip in the air.

All the local villages have been reporting festering red eyes peering out of the darkness, so it’s only a matter of time before something kicks off. I’ve got my lads on watch, naturally, and they’ll handle anything short of a full-fledged swarm, but it may yet be the case that I need to call out the big guns and send ‘em tromping out. Ain’t no lesson like a line of decapitated bodies staked out at the village wall, if you follow?

Still, all this peace and quiet’s given me a bit of time to think. I feel a mite becalmed, if I’m honest. It’s not that the Five don’t do good work, because they do. They’re heroes, one and all, but don’t let them hear it from me. No, it’s more that I can’t shake this feeling that there’s more to be done, and just maybe we’re the ones to do it. Then again, every time my brain starts itching like this something nasty comes crawling out of the woodwork. Sigmar don’t like idle hands or idle minds.

Maybe I should just enjoy the peace, while it lasts.