MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH
Heideck dealt some cards for a game of Solitaire as he sat in Mathilde's shrine. She'd been gone for a while now, off on some long-shot with Dwarfs. As a favor to her (And as apparently the only person who knew it existed), Heideck had agreed to come down here every few weeks and collect the...
liquid that was oozing out of the box labeled
DO NOT OPEN EVER. It was simple, if tedious waiting for the jars to fill all the way up. Whatever it was, it felt important to that part of Heideck that told him to lurk in sewers and scrawl crosses on things.
As he mused, he looked at his cards... and did a double take. Four aces, in a row, all showing.
What? But I shuffled these just fine... And that squirrelly part of Heideck poked at him again. So he drew the first three cards from the deck, and up came The Magister, The Greenskin Reversed, and The Priest, when he
knew he'd taken the Arcana out.
"Because it's an omen, you goddamn idiots!"
"... Heh. Well, lass, hope you know what you're doing."
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Roswita van Hal had HAD it with nobody telling her what had happened to the East Wing. Either they were ignorant, and therefore useless, or they were hiding it from her, and were treating her like a child. AGAIN. She had dismissed her Templar minder for the day, and, wonder of wonders, he had obeyed.
So she was going to take the chance to investigate this mystery while she had it. She stalked across the now-expanded Eagle Castle, and reached for the door handle...
When she felt a sharp pain through her breeches. Roswita cursed as a grey cat ran out from under her legs. Where had that even come from? And why in Sigmar's name had it decided to scratch her on its way by? She turned around, searching for it, and as she turned back to the East Wing door, she found it... and four others, sitting in front of the door, in an X-pattern. She took a step towards the door and the cats hissed in unison.
Roswita was raised with a Witch Hunter's suspicion, but even a Sigmarite such as herself could not deny a clear sign of the least-endorsed god of the Empire. So she turned around and resolved to challenge Gustav to a dice game instead.
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Far below Roswita's feet, in a certain catacomb of Eagle Castle, behind a certain tomb, slept a mother cat and her litter.
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Note: wanted to get this out before I leave for work, so only a few bits. If the ranald option works, and Catboy gets a boost of stolen power, maybe he can move in ways that are a little less mysterious.