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<blockquote data-quote="ReeboKesh" data-source="post: 2889745" data-attributes="member: 40101"><p>Hey guys just a short story about Heinrich that took place between Book I and II</p><p>____________________________________________________</p><p></p><p><strong>“LOOSE ENDS” </strong></p><p><strong>– A Heinrich Uberlich Story</strong></p><p></p><p>Tuesday, March 18th, 603 AR </p><p></p><p>It was a rainy evening in Corvis. A dark figure stepped out from an alleyway, letting the rain fall over him. He looked up into the rain soaked night sky, heavily rain droplets bouncing of his protective goggles, and pulled his coat tightly around him with his left hand, under his right arm he carried a bundle of sheep’s wool, which was gradually getting drenched. Heinrich Uberlich had some loose ends to tie up this evening and rain or no rain he was going to complete them. He stepped out into the street and began walking in the direction of the Church of Morrow.</p><p></p><p>The people of Corvis had never really been fond of the rain. Corvis was a half-sunken city with canals running through it, they had their fair share of water, but still this heavy rain fall was a blessing. The conclusion of the Longest Night had left hundreds of formerly undead corpses littering the city. The cleanup crews had done their best but the city stilled reeked of the smell of death. The rain was gradually washing that smell away. Heinrich didn’t mind the rain, Caspia, his home city, was plagued by rainfall because of its proximity to the coastline of the Gulf of Cygnar. Funny how a simple rainfall would make him think about his home city and once again about his dead father, Reinhard Uberlich.</p><p>Reinhard was once a great wizard in the service of Caspia. Like Heinrich, he was specialized at protective magiks. It had been said that no magikal spell, divine or arcane, could penetrate Reinhard’s defenses. Alas this protection would fail him when he least expected it. Reinhard was part of a small group of law enforcement mages, The Seven they called themselves; Reinhard was their leader and the mysterious mage Vahn Oberon, was a member and Reinhard’s closest friend, or so he thought. As the land of Cygnar began to suffer from political upheavals and the tyranny of Vinter Raelthorne IV, Reinhard noticed a change in his friend Vahn Oberon. The mysterious mage was becoming more and more ruthless in his handling of criminals. To Vahn Oberon, the end justified the means, even going as far to torture suspects into confessing their crimes. Reinhard confronted Vahn on this matter and a heated argument began. It ended with Vahn Oberon plunging a poisoned anti-magik dagger into Reinhard’s stomach. All his magical protections shattered beneath the anti-magik aura of the dagger, the poison did the rest of the work. Reinhard Uberlich was dead, and The Seven and his ideals for a better Cygnar died with him. As for Vahn Oberon, he had disappeared, though rumors spoke of his allegiance with the cruel King Vinter Raelthorne IV and that he even had a hand in helping Vinter Raelthorne IV “the Elder”, escape prison when his younger brother, the current King Leto “the Younger”, dethroned him. </p><p></p><p>Heinrich had been told by one of the Seven that Vahn Oberon had killed his father and when the mysterious mage revealed his identity at the conclusion of the Longest Night, Heinrich had a face to go with the name of the man who murdered his father in cold blood. The sound of rain falling into water brought Heinrich from his deep thoughts. He had reached his destination, a bridge that crossed one of the canals near the Church of Morrow. A bridge that he and his companions had avoided the last time they were here.</p><p></p><p>Heinrich dropped his water soaked bundle of wool onto the pavement at the end of the bridge. Then he unbuttoned his coat revealing his brace of twin pistols, his “Law” and “Order”. Heinrich spoke a brief incantation and waved his right hand before him. A purple circular glow appeared before him then faded, a low hum began to sound in his ear. Heinrich had altered the formula for his Shield spell, so that a low hum accompanied the invisible barrier of protection. When the low hum started to fade Heinrich would know that the Shield spells’ duration was coming to an end. Heinrich checked his pistols to be certain they were loaded as well as his inside coat pocket for the metal flask containing a magical potion that he had purchased from Garworth’s; then he began to walk across the bridge.</p><p></p><p>The rain bucketed down, Heinrich could barley see 20 ft in front of him, as he slowly walked across the bridge watching for movement to either side. He reached the centre of the bridge and the hairs on the back of his neck, wet as they were, stood on end.</p><p></p><p>Heinrich spun around drawing his twin pistols. The Bridge Troll was a mere 60ft away, its pale skin and enormous size made it easy to see the creature in the hard driving rain. This was one of the loose ends Heinrich had come to tie up, and it wasn’t going to be an easy one. </p><p></p><p>The Bridge Troll growled at Heinrich. Heinrich growled back firing “Law” and “Order” in quick succession. The first bullet went wide but the second hit home! A burst of blood sprayed up from the Bridge Troll’s arm, a small burst of blood actually. </p><p></p><p>“Great!” Thought Heinrich, at least that meant that the Bridge Troll had not absorbed the toughness of the stone bridge on which they battled. Using an innate magikal ability which was a mystery to mages and scholars, Bridge Trolls are able through touch to absorb the properties of wood or stone and gain those materials’ strengths but not their weaknesses. Many a warrior have told stories of striking a Bridge Troll who had absorbed the resilience of stone, only to have their masterwork greatsword shatter across the creature’s hide.</p><p>The Bridge Troll covered the distance between the two of them in a heart beat and began to swing its mighty fists at Heinrich. Holstering “Law”, Heinrich began to reload “Order” as he ducked and dodged the Bridge Troll's long reaching arms. Completing the task he swapped the pistols and began to reload “Law”. Suddenly the Bridge Troll's two massive fists came crashing down toward Heinrich’s head! A purple glow suddenly blazed into life above Heinrich. The Bridge Troll’s fists stopped short a foot above Heinrich, landing on the magikal Shield barrier. A strange thing then occurred. The purple glow began to move from above Heinrich up the Bridge Troll's hands, over its’ arms and in a matter of seconds, the Bridge Troll's was glowing purple! The low hum of Heinrich’s Shield spell began to wind down, and then it stopped altogether.</p><p></p><p>“This is going to get ugly.” Muttered Heinrich as he locked his pistol’s chamber into place.</p><p>The Bridge Troll's roared at Heinrich, distending its jaw so that it was now as wide as the warrior-mage’s torso. Heinrich fired his pistol “Law” at point-blank. The bullet bounced off the Shield spell-protected Bridge Troll!</p><p></p><p>“Oh sh….!” Heinrich’s curse was cut off as the Bridge Troll swung one of it’s immense arms, catching Heinrich in the chest and sending him sailing 20ft in the air to come crashing down on the stone bridge’s hard surface. A resounding “crack!” indicated one or two ribs were broken for certain.</p><p></p><p>Heinrich eased himself up to a siting position, wincing with the pain that such a simple movement had caused. He looked toward the Bridge Troll, it seemed to be basking in its’ apparent win, but Heinrich wasn’t finished yet. He reached into the coat pocket and drew forth the magik potion. The Bridge Troll began to lumber toward its’ injured meal. Popping off the stopper and taking one swig, Heinrich downed the contents of the metal flask. A tingling sensation built up in his throat and then Heinrich pointed between the Bridge Troll’s wide legs toward the bundle of wool at the other end of the bridge, thankfully the rain had eased thought Heinrich, because he could actually see the water soaked bundle. He muttered an odd sound and then repeated it again and again.</p><p></p><p>Over the din of the rainfall, even as it had eased up, a normal person could not hear much but a Bridge Troll’s hearing was far greater than a normal person’s; all the better for hearing humans sneaking across its’ bridge. The Bridge Troll’s ears twitched once at the sound, then they turned around to focus on the familiar noise that was cutting through the rain. The Bridge Troll turned around, it had recognized the sound, the familiar bleating sound of its favorite meal, sheep!</p><p></p><p>Heinrich had done some research on Bridge Troll’s before setting of on this risky crusade. It seemed that Bridge Trolls had become quite fond of sheep flesh because out in the farmlands where they lived beneath small bridges, they ate sheep to the exclusion of almost any other animal. The reason behind this was simple actually; shepherds who tended flocks of sheep would always be willing to sacrifice one sheep in order to test the safety of a bridge they wanted to cross. This particular Bridge Troll had not tasted sheep since it found its’ “bridge lair” in Corvis, the temptation proved enough for it to ignore Heinrich for the tasty meat the sheep would provide.</p><p></p><p>The Bridge Troll reached the “bleating” woolen bundle and snatched it up in one meaty claw, raising it to its’ enormous mouth.</p><p></p><p>“Get off my bridge!” yelled Heinrich as he rose slowly to his feet, dripping sweat mixed with rain and pointed his pistol “Order” at the Bridge Troll, or more precisely the woolen bundle. He pulled the trigger.</p><p></p><p>CLICK!</p><p></p><p>He tried again. </p><p></p><p>CLICK!</p><p></p><p>The gun was waterlogged. Heinrich had to think fast for the Bridge Troll had almost swallowed the woolen bundle whole, all that remained was its’ white rope-like tail. Heinrich brought the words of his Mage Hand spell to his lips and made a tugging motion in the air with his right hand. Across the other side of the bridge the “sheep’s tail” lifted up and made a similar tugging motion as if pulled by an invisible hand.</p><p></p><p>Nothing happened.</p><p></p><p>Then Heinrich remembered that the trigger mechanism of the explosive barrel took several seconds to mix the two explosive chemicals that the barrel contained. The Bridge Troll slurped in the rope-like tail like a noodle, then turned its’ attention to Heinrich, giving him an impossibly wide grin.</p><p></p><p>Now Heinrich Uberlich was worried. He looked to either side and made up his mind very quickly as the Bridge Troll began to lumber toward him. He moved as fast as he could and in much agony toward the bridge railing. He reached the edge and lifted one leg over the railing. The Bride Troll was almost upon him. </p><p></p><p>“What the heck, I am already wet” thought Heinrich, then he leapt of the bridge into the waters of the Black River. Heinrich hit the water just as the Bridge Troll reached the edge, its huge foot stepping onto the stone railing and crushing it. Then the Bridge Troll leapt after Heinrich. </p><p></p><p>It never reached the water.</p><p></p><p>The resulting explosion was heard across the city, as far as the Cathedral of the Fallen Saint. Many dismissed it as lightning but those nearby saw the flaming pieces of the Bridge Troll scatter across a wide area, almost reaching both sides of the canal.</p><p></p><p>Heinrich burst from the Black River and swam slowly but surely to the nearest pier. The explosive keg had been the other loose end Heinrich wanted to tie up. He did not trust it in the hands of others and thought his use of it this evening was far better than just handing it back to Captain Helstrom. Wincing with pain he managed to pull himself up onto the pier and then climbed the pier ladder to the street level. Not wanting to wait around to be interviewed, more so because he was tired and in great pain, than having anything to fear from the Corvis guards who counted the warrior-mage as their friend. Heinrich stumbled off towards the Gargoyle’s Pole Inn, his thoughts where on his companions who were most likely enjoying their eighth round of ale at the Falling Star Tavern, not out risking life and limb to tie up a few loose ends.</p><p></p><p>THE END</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="ReeboKesh, post: 2889745, member: 40101"] Hey guys just a short story about Heinrich that took place between Book I and II ____________________________________________________ [B]“LOOSE ENDS” – A Heinrich Uberlich Story[/B] Tuesday, March 18th, 603 AR It was a rainy evening in Corvis. A dark figure stepped out from an alleyway, letting the rain fall over him. He looked up into the rain soaked night sky, heavily rain droplets bouncing of his protective goggles, and pulled his coat tightly around him with his left hand, under his right arm he carried a bundle of sheep’s wool, which was gradually getting drenched. Heinrich Uberlich had some loose ends to tie up this evening and rain or no rain he was going to complete them. He stepped out into the street and began walking in the direction of the Church of Morrow. The people of Corvis had never really been fond of the rain. Corvis was a half-sunken city with canals running through it, they had their fair share of water, but still this heavy rain fall was a blessing. The conclusion of the Longest Night had left hundreds of formerly undead corpses littering the city. The cleanup crews had done their best but the city stilled reeked of the smell of death. The rain was gradually washing that smell away. Heinrich didn’t mind the rain, Caspia, his home city, was plagued by rainfall because of its proximity to the coastline of the Gulf of Cygnar. Funny how a simple rainfall would make him think about his home city and once again about his dead father, Reinhard Uberlich. Reinhard was once a great wizard in the service of Caspia. Like Heinrich, he was specialized at protective magiks. It had been said that no magikal spell, divine or arcane, could penetrate Reinhard’s defenses. Alas this protection would fail him when he least expected it. Reinhard was part of a small group of law enforcement mages, The Seven they called themselves; Reinhard was their leader and the mysterious mage Vahn Oberon, was a member and Reinhard’s closest friend, or so he thought. As the land of Cygnar began to suffer from political upheavals and the tyranny of Vinter Raelthorne IV, Reinhard noticed a change in his friend Vahn Oberon. The mysterious mage was becoming more and more ruthless in his handling of criminals. To Vahn Oberon, the end justified the means, even going as far to torture suspects into confessing their crimes. Reinhard confronted Vahn on this matter and a heated argument began. It ended with Vahn Oberon plunging a poisoned anti-magik dagger into Reinhard’s stomach. All his magical protections shattered beneath the anti-magik aura of the dagger, the poison did the rest of the work. Reinhard Uberlich was dead, and The Seven and his ideals for a better Cygnar died with him. As for Vahn Oberon, he had disappeared, though rumors spoke of his allegiance with the cruel King Vinter Raelthorne IV and that he even had a hand in helping Vinter Raelthorne IV “the Elder”, escape prison when his younger brother, the current King Leto “the Younger”, dethroned him. Heinrich had been told by one of the Seven that Vahn Oberon had killed his father and when the mysterious mage revealed his identity at the conclusion of the Longest Night, Heinrich had a face to go with the name of the man who murdered his father in cold blood. The sound of rain falling into water brought Heinrich from his deep thoughts. He had reached his destination, a bridge that crossed one of the canals near the Church of Morrow. A bridge that he and his companions had avoided the last time they were here. Heinrich dropped his water soaked bundle of wool onto the pavement at the end of the bridge. Then he unbuttoned his coat revealing his brace of twin pistols, his “Law” and “Order”. Heinrich spoke a brief incantation and waved his right hand before him. A purple circular glow appeared before him then faded, a low hum began to sound in his ear. Heinrich had altered the formula for his Shield spell, so that a low hum accompanied the invisible barrier of protection. When the low hum started to fade Heinrich would know that the Shield spells’ duration was coming to an end. Heinrich checked his pistols to be certain they were loaded as well as his inside coat pocket for the metal flask containing a magical potion that he had purchased from Garworth’s; then he began to walk across the bridge. The rain bucketed down, Heinrich could barley see 20 ft in front of him, as he slowly walked across the bridge watching for movement to either side. He reached the centre of the bridge and the hairs on the back of his neck, wet as they were, stood on end. Heinrich spun around drawing his twin pistols. The Bridge Troll was a mere 60ft away, its pale skin and enormous size made it easy to see the creature in the hard driving rain. This was one of the loose ends Heinrich had come to tie up, and it wasn’t going to be an easy one. The Bridge Troll growled at Heinrich. Heinrich growled back firing “Law” and “Order” in quick succession. The first bullet went wide but the second hit home! A burst of blood sprayed up from the Bridge Troll’s arm, a small burst of blood actually. “Great!” Thought Heinrich, at least that meant that the Bridge Troll had not absorbed the toughness of the stone bridge on which they battled. Using an innate magikal ability which was a mystery to mages and scholars, Bridge Trolls are able through touch to absorb the properties of wood or stone and gain those materials’ strengths but not their weaknesses. Many a warrior have told stories of striking a Bridge Troll who had absorbed the resilience of stone, only to have their masterwork greatsword shatter across the creature’s hide. The Bridge Troll covered the distance between the two of them in a heart beat and began to swing its mighty fists at Heinrich. Holstering “Law”, Heinrich began to reload “Order” as he ducked and dodged the Bridge Troll's long reaching arms. Completing the task he swapped the pistols and began to reload “Law”. Suddenly the Bridge Troll's two massive fists came crashing down toward Heinrich’s head! A purple glow suddenly blazed into life above Heinrich. The Bridge Troll’s fists stopped short a foot above Heinrich, landing on the magikal Shield barrier. A strange thing then occurred. The purple glow began to move from above Heinrich up the Bridge Troll's hands, over its’ arms and in a matter of seconds, the Bridge Troll's was glowing purple! The low hum of Heinrich’s Shield spell began to wind down, and then it stopped altogether. “This is going to get ugly.” Muttered Heinrich as he locked his pistol’s chamber into place. The Bridge Troll's roared at Heinrich, distending its jaw so that it was now as wide as the warrior-mage’s torso. Heinrich fired his pistol “Law” at point-blank. The bullet bounced off the Shield spell-protected Bridge Troll! “Oh sh….!” Heinrich’s curse was cut off as the Bridge Troll swung one of it’s immense arms, catching Heinrich in the chest and sending him sailing 20ft in the air to come crashing down on the stone bridge’s hard surface. A resounding “crack!” indicated one or two ribs were broken for certain. Heinrich eased himself up to a siting position, wincing with the pain that such a simple movement had caused. He looked toward the Bridge Troll, it seemed to be basking in its’ apparent win, but Heinrich wasn’t finished yet. He reached into the coat pocket and drew forth the magik potion. The Bridge Troll began to lumber toward its’ injured meal. Popping off the stopper and taking one swig, Heinrich downed the contents of the metal flask. A tingling sensation built up in his throat and then Heinrich pointed between the Bridge Troll’s wide legs toward the bundle of wool at the other end of the bridge, thankfully the rain had eased thought Heinrich, because he could actually see the water soaked bundle. He muttered an odd sound and then repeated it again and again. Over the din of the rainfall, even as it had eased up, a normal person could not hear much but a Bridge Troll’s hearing was far greater than a normal person’s; all the better for hearing humans sneaking across its’ bridge. The Bridge Troll’s ears twitched once at the sound, then they turned around to focus on the familiar noise that was cutting through the rain. The Bridge Troll turned around, it had recognized the sound, the familiar bleating sound of its favorite meal, sheep! Heinrich had done some research on Bridge Troll’s before setting of on this risky crusade. It seemed that Bridge Trolls had become quite fond of sheep flesh because out in the farmlands where they lived beneath small bridges, they ate sheep to the exclusion of almost any other animal. The reason behind this was simple actually; shepherds who tended flocks of sheep would always be willing to sacrifice one sheep in order to test the safety of a bridge they wanted to cross. This particular Bridge Troll had not tasted sheep since it found its’ “bridge lair” in Corvis, the temptation proved enough for it to ignore Heinrich for the tasty meat the sheep would provide. The Bridge Troll reached the “bleating” woolen bundle and snatched it up in one meaty claw, raising it to its’ enormous mouth. “Get off my bridge!” yelled Heinrich as he rose slowly to his feet, dripping sweat mixed with rain and pointed his pistol “Order” at the Bridge Troll, or more precisely the woolen bundle. He pulled the trigger. CLICK! He tried again. CLICK! The gun was waterlogged. Heinrich had to think fast for the Bridge Troll had almost swallowed the woolen bundle whole, all that remained was its’ white rope-like tail. Heinrich brought the words of his Mage Hand spell to his lips and made a tugging motion in the air with his right hand. Across the other side of the bridge the “sheep’s tail” lifted up and made a similar tugging motion as if pulled by an invisible hand. Nothing happened. Then Heinrich remembered that the trigger mechanism of the explosive barrel took several seconds to mix the two explosive chemicals that the barrel contained. The Bridge Troll slurped in the rope-like tail like a noodle, then turned its’ attention to Heinrich, giving him an impossibly wide grin. Now Heinrich Uberlich was worried. He looked to either side and made up his mind very quickly as the Bridge Troll began to lumber toward him. He moved as fast as he could and in much agony toward the bridge railing. He reached the edge and lifted one leg over the railing. The Bride Troll was almost upon him. “What the heck, I am already wet” thought Heinrich, then he leapt of the bridge into the waters of the Black River. Heinrich hit the water just as the Bridge Troll reached the edge, its huge foot stepping onto the stone railing and crushing it. Then the Bridge Troll leapt after Heinrich. It never reached the water. The resulting explosion was heard across the city, as far as the Cathedral of the Fallen Saint. Many dismissed it as lightning but those nearby saw the flaming pieces of the Bridge Troll scatter across a wide area, almost reaching both sides of the canal. Heinrich burst from the Black River and swam slowly but surely to the nearest pier. The explosive keg had been the other loose end Heinrich wanted to tie up. He did not trust it in the hands of others and thought his use of it this evening was far better than just handing it back to Captain Helstrom. Wincing with pain he managed to pull himself up onto the pier and then climbed the pier ladder to the street level. Not wanting to wait around to be interviewed, more so because he was tired and in great pain, than having anything to fear from the Corvis guards who counted the warrior-mage as their friend. Heinrich stumbled off towards the Gargoyle’s Pole Inn, his thoughts where on his companions who were most likely enjoying their eighth round of ale at the Falling Star Tavern, not out risking life and limb to tie up a few loose ends. THE END [/QUOTE]
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