Wolfsmoor’s Children (part 1 of 3)

So it was that all of the survivors from the small town of Untergard finally arrived to the great city of Middenheim, looking for shelter. As the city gates, it became apparent that they were not near the only ones. The guards of the city watch that were posted there sent them directly to the Great Park, where some bureaucrats were writing the names of all refugees while the watch pointed where they could find shelter. The majority of the newcomers mounted tents to stay in the Great Park. The Untergard people decided to stay together, organizing themselves as a new block of the refugee camp that the Park became…

And such a smelly one! The Great Park had already something like one thousand refugees, living in improvised shacks as well as tents. It had no running water besides a lake and various fountains, it was apparent that some epidemic could burst anytime. They could find some crops being planted, but it was yet too soon to see any sprouting. And people came with wheelcarts full of waste, selling it to be used as fertilisers.

As soon as the Untergard people began moving to arrange their camp, Captain Schiller approached the three outsiders who has helped so much in their endeavour to thank them. “I imagine people such as yourself will have a lot more to do in an important city like this, specially in the times we are in. I would offer my help to the City Watch, but I think the best I can do is watch over my own people.” So it was that Chades, Magnus and Thorne decided to say farewell to their friends, and go on. Chades still had the icon that the late Father Dietrich gave him, and asked his two companions if they would go with him to deliver it.

As it was, he saw a Priest of Sigmar rather quickly among the refugees. He dressed in fine clothes, so he didn’t look like one that came from a ruined city. Also, his proeminent belly showed that he had had plenty to eat.

All of them were very tired, and Chades wanted to resume his task as quickly as he could, so they went over to the Priest.

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