"Ha I like you." I say whipping the blood from my mouth. "you have strong punch I get ya point." Farull turns to the Lizardmand and the Warrior Priest. "Where are we going for the job? North? South? To get some food?" He says the last one with some emphasis.

"They don't make calls, me do. " Argot snorted taking a glance back at the pair as his own vaguely threatening way of making sure they didn't get any ideas. "We goin' toward more cold, up to Kislev to find more work-make and murder-make for the gold-make. For now though Baldur say best next stop is....uhhh....wherever we go next. " With the Norscan a touch indisposed there wasn't too much use in asking for help recalling where the hell they were next planning to camp out.

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Picking a small sack of coin,and with a smile behind his scarf,he tossed the small thing into the air,right into the insides of his robe."Witch?I am unfamiliar with the term.All magic comes from our Gods Gunther...I thought you knew that!I saw you use magic yourself."spoke Malik,somewhat confused as he cocked an eyebrow in puzzling glare toward the warrior-priest.

"There is the wind that destroys,sent by our creator Ormuzd.With it you can incinerate things and from them...new things grow.There is the wind that creates unlife...blowing from down below by Usirian.Ah...ancient Nekahara angered him greatly...and since then,it was only desert where dead things are.I thought there was nothing worse then them...until I saw these...things.It sure looks like they were cursed."elaborated Malik in his poor common,as he glanced toward the mutant corpses.

"Oh...and I hail from the Sorcerers Isle of Araby!And I am a Vizier...or soon to be...until I left."spoke Malik with a degree of pride and a half bow as he tossed one burning,improvised torch to Sakeis.

Crouching next to Baldur he took his map,trying to orientate himself properly.He trekked the Great Desert with the nomad tribes...and this was pretty much a desert...just with snow and less skeletons.Considering he poorly read the common,never being much of a trader himself,Malik considered that he interpreted the map very well.

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"Boss!"yelled Malik as he eyed the newest member of their party with a degree of suspicion.
"If this map is right...there is no shelter all the way to Rossin!We could try to go off-road to the sea and try to reach Verbor...gen...bucht?Yes...the town is right on the shoreline!I bet that we can get a boat to guard there all the way to Erengrad...but then again I am not comfortable with meeting my Maker if we run on sea mundun."

Snik had spent the entirety of the conversation grasping for purchase as the rapidly thawed ogres and their movements had nearly flung him clear of Farull's head. Slotting his spear, he began the climb down to the snow covered ground once more. "Boss! We'z ready ta move yet? Dem Chaos Gits'll be back if we'z don' get a move on!"

Argot listened to Malik carry on with his blathering about the map and needing to seek cover and...

"Blah blah blah blah BLAH! We keep going and do the good progress make!" Ogre scowled at the lot of them, belligerently thumping his black jack against a shattered section of wagon and rendering it into a pile of splinters and scraps half buried beneath heavy snows. "Argot's Warriors of Da World gonna be tougher than this! Better! Stronger! We no stop for stupid weird humans or dumb giant lizard freak! Forward, march, GET GOIN'! " Acting very much the tyrant now he snatches up Snik and Sneek both plopping each on a shoulder. "Gunther help Baldur move, Malik, Sakeis watch sides! Thorkild bring up da ass end. " Mouth set into a sturdy frown he takes a long look at Gunther. "An tell us about Sigmar while we go...maybe teach lazy cold ones to keep movin' an stray tough. " With a kick at the snow to vent a bit more of his frustration with the delay he slaps Farull against his side. "Up front with me, tell me what bar keep say about us! "

With a multitude of orders, some certainly more enjoyable than others, their group began an almost forced march over buried road, their tracks set deep and still filling with a matter of minutes as things continued to only escalate. Of their whole crew Baldur would find travel the most miserly for plainly obvious reasons, Sneek might be wounded but at least he had an ogre to ride.


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Displeased with his efforts that were spat on by Argot...Malik drove his scimitar into the snow,extinguishing the fire with a hiss.
"Sure thing."

With his torch he went for the left flank,watching for danger.Several times he pulled the strange gem from his robe,observing it,fidling with it,looking through it...

With Malik having taken his blindside, which in Sakeis' mind was both good for the security of the band as he could use his eye to keep a look out for any other threats, but not so good for trying to find out if the man from Araby had not been telling him the whole story about there being nothing interesting among the mutant's possessions. Alas, the Lizardman thought that he'd have the time to find that out when the group had found safer accommodation than the freezing wilderness.

"Aye Argot, I can do that," Gunther nodded and went over to Baldur in order to help him up. As they started with marching, he would remain near the Norseman and help him walk in case this one needed such assistance while also giving a prayer or two for the man. Despite his origin, he showed himself to be a worthy warrior and a trusty comrade.

"There are many things to be said for Sigmar," he slowly began his tale, enjoying to talk about his god, "First of all, he was the mightiest warrior there ever was and he is the founder of the Empire. Long time ago, he untied human tribes under a single banner and drove the Greenskins away, who until then ruled these lands and enslaved both humans and dwarfs who lived here. It is he who helped Kurgan Ironbeard, the High King of Dwarfs at that time at the famous battle of Black Fire Pass, sealing the alliance between Men and Dwarfs for all ages which was also cemented in the mighty gift the High King gave to Sigmar in form of golden hammer Ghal Maraz, the splitter of skulls, which is even today the symbol of the Empire alongside the twin-tailed comet."

"After it, Sigmar ruled the Empire and fought off many enemies including Norse invaders, Ork pillagers, even Nagash himself fell beneath Sigmar's blow in famous 1 on 1 combat at the gates of Reikdorf. Human tribes were united, creating great provinces you know of now as Ostland, Reikland, Averland and so on."

"As the fiftieth year of his rule ended, he left the Empire and crossed the World Edge's Mountains to the east, never to be seen again. But even today, his kingdom endures and now he became a god, patron of the Cult of Sigmar, the order from which I hail from myself and the most-respected deity in our great nation. Because you see, I am a Warrior Priest and that means that I strive to mimic my patron in both his martial and spiritual skills. he replies through me, the golden halo you see are his gifts to me so I could better enforce his will on the world....."

"He said you good customer, buy lots of food. Wen I ask where you go he pointed on the map to this pass. Nothing bad but I think he was scared when another ogre walked in. He didn't have much food left." Farull keeps pace with Argot but stays a step behind him.

Sneek had eaten while watching the two paunch-things growl at each other, enjoying the show indeed. Of course, his devious but genius plan was to wait for them to fight so he could challenge and defeat (or rather, backstab) the winner in a moment of weakness. Sadly, they did not fight yet, but Skaven were nothing if not patient!

Seeing that their 'boss' was already itching to move on, the Clanrat shoved one last chunk of thing-thing flesh into his maw, inflating his cheeks almost comedically if it weren't for the blood running from his snout, jagged but sharp teeth stained yellowish-brown flashing through his brown nuzzle from time to time as the mutant bile occasionally squirted when he bit down to chew. With impaired swiftness, he climbed atop Argot, wiping his twitching snout with a sleeve of his rapidly diminishing shirt.

Eventually, he looked down to the weird man-thing that looked not like other man-things, and squeaked out to him. "Hey, fire-man-thing!", he called for lack of a better term, "How did you make the metal fiery?" Fiery metal was very suspect to the Skaven, because, as he had found out serving the Clan Skryre mercenary on their ship, burning metal was usually very bad. The fire-man-thing seemed to like having a fire sword, though. And Sneek wanted one, too.

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