Note: After this post is when we get into the actual turns. But first....meet your PC.
Introduction
"Yeah, yeah that's me. Frederick von Hohenzollern. Not that I don't appreciate the assistance but why are you here? Shouldn't the military be trying to reclaim the ports?" you ask, lightly hefting your hammer in hand.
She looks down. Hmm. Something is wrong then. Also how did she know who you were? A piece of crackling timber makes your ears twitch. Well. It might have been because the smithy held your name and they had come looking for it directly.
"They…were, my lord."
You frown. Something must be
very wrong then.
"Were?"
It comes out in a rush.
"Yes, alongside your father and several of your brothers. But two days ago, we received reports that they had been surrounded. There…were so few survivors. You…are now the Elector Count."
You swallowed heavily as a massive weight seems to crunch itself upon your shoulders.
"That's…no, that's impossible. I-he…they-I'm the tenth son!" you exclaim wildly. "Lucian should have been holding down Wolfenburg, he should be Elector Count even if every single one of my fighting brothers perished in the fight. What about Gertrude? She's older than me by five years, what about her? Is she not in the capital?"
By now you have picked out the telltale sigils of the Witch Hunters on the woman's clothing, but her look of honest regret is foreign to you. People in her profession rarely showed such a thing sincerely.
"I'm sorry my Count, but the Order of the Silver Hammer has failed you."
Your eyes narrow.
"What…are you talking about?"
She does not avert her eyes this time.
"Your sister Gertrude is dead. Lucian is dead. Those of your family within Wulfenburg's walls have been slain. They were found in their rooms…the symbols of Chaos drawn out in their blood upon the walls. You are the last of the Hohenzollern…my Count."
A creeping numbness begins to suffuse you.
"Most of the Order had been dispatched elsewhere in the Empire, we did not think that any would be so brazen to perform such an act so soon after the death of the Everchosen. But while the Emperor rebuilds he has focused in the south, his efforts have not fully reached us. We-,"
"Be quiet," you whisper.
The haft of the hammer creaks as your knuckles turn white from the pressure. Father, dead. The one who sent you away for your own good to a remote village in the middle of the Forest of Shadows…is dead. Gertrude, with her snorting laugh. Lucian, who always had his nose stuck in a book.
All dead. By the hands of Chaos. Magnus the Pious supposedly brought all the God's with him to strike Chaos down. Well they don't look too 'struck down' to you. Your grip tightens further, the other hand curled into such a tight fist that your blood drips from where nails have dug too deep into flesh. If the most Pious Emperor decides to ignore Ostland so be it. Where was Sigmar's blessing in Wulfenburg to protect the rest of your family, those who were never fighters? Or for those who were in the north? Or Ulrics?
"I apologize my Lord, but you are Elector Count now. Many of my Order went to their deaths retrieving the Runefang. It awaits you now in Wulfenburg…your capital," the Witch Hunter murmurs.