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Location: Melbourne, Australia
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When The Hollow Citadel puts forth a Mission it does so with all the the deft finesse of a sledgehammer blow.
And so it was nearly three weeks gone by when the rightly feared Commissionaire Elze set out from the fortress-temple in Maine in her armored carriage-car escorted by a full troop of Knights Templar--half mounted, half on foot--and accompanied by her own valet, bodyguard, and personal seer. The entire train was attended by score of officially retained porters and camp followers with their respective stores and beasts of burden. By the time the city limits were reached the column had attracted a sizable gaggle of street-zealots who--inevitably--swelled the ranks of Missions as they navigate the labyrinthine streets of the imperious city, attracting the half-starved, half-deranged fanatics to an impromptu crusade of sorts.
Helmut Krabbenhoft was among those templars who set out on foot.
Valorn Redblade was the only dwarf among the company retinue; a smith hired on the good reputation of his folk's craft.
Be that as it may, the Mission's road was long and hard and painfully slow. Three westward weeks chasing the tail of winter along ever-rising and rocky roads thru the rural backwaters of the Kingdom saw all but the most hardened fall away. A week back, a third of the inscrutable Commissionaire's company were sent northward on some unknowable duty, while the remainder trudged on into the doleful highlands. And only two days gone by the Commissionaire herself veered southwest taking the majority of her remaining strength.
Thus leaving Helmut Krabbenhoft with instructions to call upon a convent of the Sisters of Mercy only a day or so further into the Hinterlands, collect local intelligence, and then continue directly north-west to rendezvous with the Mission proper in Ket itself.
Helmut is accompanied by a small band of dubious (non-Temple) sorts who, for whatever reasons of their own, have decided that reaching the respite of this rural abbey tomorrow would be preferable to reaching Ket in a few more days hence. Valorn the dwarf is, quite naturally, among these. As are a dozen riffraff from the baggage train; pilgrims and lunatics, mostly women--perhaps with some genuine reason to call upon the Sisters. Perhaps not...
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