Salted Wickham
Saltford’s bank has crumbled, its ghostly infrastructure and strange semi-possessed tellers destroyed.
-Young Hamwick, the demonic ragamuffin, is in possession of a safety deposit box belonging to “a bully”.
-Saltford’s stands on the site of an ancient fort called Skydagger Keep, where a legion of some kind once held out against something called The Cinder King. The legion was bolstered by someone called a Chosen of Vazara, and faced down undead forces captained by someone named Breaker and someone else named Blighter.
A 9’ ghost wolf-man is free.
Sean McMichaels has a Glasgow smile and was beaten half to death by Ben Heart.
Collapse!
Banking Backbone Bamboozled, Blasted!
Noted private bank SALTFORD’S was ROBBED and DESTROYED by the NAMELESS this evening past.
Working at the behest of CORPSE WITCH ELIA WICKHAMM, elsewise OLD WICKHAMM, elsewise YOUNG HAMWICK, members of the Nameless led a TWO-PRONGED DECEPTIVE ACTION through the bank’s HAUNTED TELLERS and ELECTROPLASMIC MECHANISMS on the one hand, as well as conveying themselves through the HAUNTED WESTERN WALL of the REMNANTS of SKYDAGGER KEEP, the thousand-year-old ruins of which UNDERLIE SALTFORD’S BANK.
By deceptive use of blood and taking advantage of the MAIMING of noted wrestler SEAN MCMICHAELS, the Nameless were able to penetrate the worldly form of Saltford’s notorious vault. Elsewhere, within the HAUNTED ECHO of Skydagger Keep, a second group of Nameless was able to penetrate the ghostly form of the vault by a combination of VIOLENCE and INSPIRATION dealt to the PHANTOM LEGIONARIES that inhabited the ruins below. This dual-worldly access to the Vault allowed the Nameless to steal a LOCKBOX belonging to one LORD SCURLOCK.
In the process of dealing with the ENTANGLED SPIRIT of BHED THE WOLF, a rogue ELECTROPLASMIC TESLA COIL interacted with the ANCIENT GHOST FIELD and caused a MASS UNRAVELLING of the structure’s bindings. The Saltford’s structure is NO LONGER MAGICALLY SECURE and is DEEPLY UNSTABLE. BHED THE WOLF ROAMS FREE.
Kids These Days
The woman sets down her quill and turns to face Elia Wickhamm. The latter is still in her cherubic youngster guise, and is sitting insouciantly on the ceiling.
“Not that it isn’t . . . refreshing . . . to see you, Elia-“
“Oi! Me nayme’s Youngge Hamwick, so ‘tis! An’ Oi aiyn’t t’ reploi t’ no uvvah nayme, Miss Breaker!”
The woman sighs deeply. An irritation centuries old can be detected therein.
”. . . Young . . . Hamwick . . . you’re really married to that?”
Elia nods vigorously from her perch. After a moment of disgruntled calculus, the woman (“Miss Breaker”, or Breaker if you’re a thousand years old) decides to let it go.
“Fine. Why are you here? And why have these brigands steal Scurlock’s lockbox?”
Elia springs from the ceiling and lands feet-first on the floor.
“Well, it’s loike this, Miss Breaker! See, Oi ‘eard that ol’ Scurly aiyn’t around no more, an’ Oi ALSO ‘eard that yer Ladyship’s enterprise needs annovah Eidolon! So ‘ere Oi am, to offer me services!”
Breaker leans back in her chair and looks speculatively at Elia, who is digging her heel into the wooden plank in a pantomime of bashfulness.
“Did you have anything to do with Scurlock’s disappearance?” she ultimately asks through narrowed eyes.
Elia shakes her head with her entire body. In the shadows, a bit of metal glints in sparse candlelight.
“Very well. You shall help me complete this labor for the Emperor. Lugos, ensure that Young Hamwick remains equal to our work.”
With that, Lugos is upon Elia, who barely avoids a half-dozen stilettos that nearly plant themselves into her neck.
“PISS AN’ BLIMEY!” she crows, dancing away from the robot’s whirling blades and making a hasty retreat deeper into the apartment.
As Lugos springs after Elia, Breaker consumes the paper and begins to levitate.