23rd of Gorim, Glaceus 609 AR
I have finally returned to Cygnar, though Anaxi despite my recommendations has decided to tag along. She’s probably after that alchemical treatment my sister came up with that makes Satyxis look like humans… I suppose that as long as she is of use and behaves, it is fine to have her in the company, but if there is anything I have learned from my time on her ship, I cannot trust her completely.
I have resumed leadership of the Thurian Irregulars, spoke to my cousin, and met all of the new members of the company. Velnar was quiet, but he, like the rest of the Nyss, has been through a lot, so that is understandable. And there is Nicolai. A Khadoran doom reaver who gained a Cygnaran title of nobility. He seemed surprisingly reasonable, and if I’m letting Anaxi be a part of the company then it would be hypocritical to exile Nicolai, especially as he is providing his estate as a headquarters for us.
I also learned of our new job, given to us by none other than General Nemo. We have been hired to strike at the Convergence of Cyriss, a violent and extreme sect of the Maiden of Gear’s faith. Apparently, the druids know more about this cult though anyone else we know of, so talking with them is likely a good start. Unfortunately as I have been long out of contact with them, I’m going to have to get their attention. So we headed off into the Gnarls to make some noise.
It wasn’t long before we found a tharn settlement in the middle of a leadership contest, and true to form, despite Nicolai’s naïve notions of speaking peacefully with them, they attacked us on sight. It took them some time to run across their camp, and in doing so we shot nearly a third of them dead before they engaged us in melee, where Nicolai, Anaxi, and I dealt with them handily while Velnar the archer was chased around the settlement by a small group of tharns that he picked off one by one. By the time it was all over, only Anaxi had suffered notable injury.
And as desired, this gained druidic attention. A druid calling himself Galdur Stonecleaver appeared from the trees to berate us for the waste of his cannon fodder, and in the same breath praised our company’s victories against Everblight, but when we explained our desire to go after the Convergence, he quickly got down to business. Apparently, the Circle and the Convergence have been fighting for years, with the Convergence seeking to take control of Orboros holy sites to construct their temples upon, a necessary step to the completing of their “Great Work.” He gave details on the location of one of the Convergence’s temples in northeastern Llael, a facility that the Circle for a variety of reasons could not easily attack at the present time.
Knowing where to strike, we set out on the next day, traveling to Ceryl on foot, and from there to Corvis by train. As we hiked north along the Great Northern Tradeway, we were ambushed by a party of Skorne seeking to enslave us, nearly thirty in number, a mixed force of tyrants, praetorians, venators, and mortitheurges.
Nicolai cut down nearly all of the praetorian squad in a dance of death at the fight’s start, while mortitheurges converged upon us from the rear and in the foliage along the road’s side venators rained needles on our company. Nicolai and Velnar moved to engage the venators, while Anaxi and I turned to face the mortitheurges. In the resulting chaos, both Anaxi and I were incapacitated as a pair of tyrants charged us while supported by the spell onslaught of mortitheurges, though we felled half of their number before they took us out. Meanwhile, Nicolai and Velnar had decimated the venators, and turned their focus to support our collapsed rear flank. Before long, the surviving tyrants and mortitheurges were slain as well, and Nicolai had Anaxi and I on our feet again due to his expertise as a doctor.
Not many days after the incident with the Skorne, we passed through the border into Khador-occupied Llael and entered the city of Merywyn. Our disguises held up to inspection, though upon hearing our cover story that we were Ordic mercenaries entering the region in search of work, the Khadoran guards escorted us to meet the local Khadoran general, Yemelyn Vlad, quartered in the former estate of a Vianni Poussan. After an odd conversation with him, it became apparent that Nicolai was extremely nervous in his presence, and that the general had a fierce hatred for Cygnarans after our military had supposedly killed his son, Nicolai. Eventually, Nicolai revealed the obvious nature of his relationship with the man, and began to iterate the tale of how he was turned into a doom reaver and exiled from Khador.
Nicolai had once been a successful doctor, but after falling on hard times, he had taken to theft to support his family, and had been caught stealing from the house of a noble named Nikon Anatoly. Nikon Anatoly had sentenced Nicolai to become a doom reaver for his crime, and in a fit of fellblade-driven bloodlust, Nicolai slaughtered his wife and daughter during a visit. After that, he ran off to Cygnar. General Yemelyn maintained an emotionless expression throughout the whole story, but tears ran down his face during its telling. Apparently, he had been told that Nicolai was working as a field medic in the Thornwood, that his family had accompanied him to the front, and that they had all been killed by a Cygnaran ambush.
Yemelyn may be a Khadoran, but for what he did next, he has my respect. He began to tell us that as traitors and infiltrators, they he could not officially allow us to leave, but then he mentioned that unofficially, they was a secret escape passage hidden behind the bookshelf and that the northern gate of Merywyn was the least guarded. Officially he’d have to send out notifications that we were loose in occupied Llael, but that unofficially they may get lost on the road. And as he pulled out his pistol, he told us that officially we had overpowered him and shot him in the arm before making our escape. So down we ran the escape tunnel into Merywyn, and we heard the gun shot as we left the building.
After holing up in an abandoned shack in Merywyn’s slums, I updated our disguises and we proceeded to the northern gate. There unfortunately, one of the guards saw through Anaxi’s disguise, but true to Yemelyn’s intelligence, these guards were pushovers in a fight, though one particular gobber was a nuisance to Nicolai. After dealing with them, we made our escape.
Traveling in disguise along the road, we reached the ruins of Riversmet, the Llaelese city that was razed by the Khadorans when they invaded. Within these ruins we encountered an iron lich and his thralls, and destroyed them all without much difficulty after they attacked us, seeking to claim our corpses for the lich’s necromantic works.
Nicolai found two soulcages on the body of the undead spellcaster, and smashed them with his fellblade in an attempt to free the souls inside, and while he did destroy them, his effort backfired as his baleful weapon simply absorbed the collected souls instead. So many souls were collected in those soulcages that it took nearly a minute for all of them to flow into the fellblade, making it a likely possibility that the iron lich had been in the city when it was raised and had collected thousands of souls from the massacre. We all stood back in horror as the infernal bound within the blade, glutted on souls, attempted to force its way out and seize Nicolai’s body, but despite the unearthly energies coursing through his body and the now immense power of the infernal, in a feat of superhuman willpower Nicolai kept it contained as it wasted all of its power against him. The raw power unleashed burned his body to ashes, but in a column of light, his soul ascended to Urcaen before our eyes. After spending some minutes gathering our senses, we quickly fled the area with Velnar leading the way, for no doubt that column of light attracted attention that we would rather not have.
Now that Velnar had gained his sense of the lay of the land, he guided us through the wilderness away from roads and cities to the location of the Convergence outpost over the course of several days. While the entrance was well disguised, my keen senses were able to find it and we soon entered within. The entry passageway was guard by a handful of cultists and a mechanikal soldier of steel and brass, but they were little trouble for us despite Nicolai’s loss.
Pushing further in, we found a guard room with more cultists, another clockwork soldier, and a Cyriss-worshiping arcanist. I noticed two captives and their equipment, obviously warriors, one a Menite and the other a Khadoran, and set them loose to help us in the fight. Before the Menite could don his armor, his was nearly struck dead by the clockwork warrior and its whirling mechanoflail, but I was able to patch his wounds and bring him back on his feet. Once armed and equipped, the three of us rejoined the fray, and with our renewed numbers defeated our adversaries.
Speaking with the freed Khadoran and Menite, we learned that they had no love for the Cyrissists, and would be more than eager to help us clear out this outpost. The Khadoran, Isaak, is a bloodthirsty sort, and a doom reaver who wears steam armor and specializes in mounted combat. Fortunately for him, the Convergence had not killed his warhorse, but merely set it loose in the woods outside the outpost. After going outside and summoning it, it quickly returned to him. The Menite, Amon Akakdios, is a Paladin of the Wall who seems noble but somewhat… off.
After a short rest to discuss and prepare, we headed deeper into the Convergence complex, encountering what appeared to be a residential wing filled with a horde of cultists. Most of them hung back and fired at us with heavy rifles, while Isaak advanced down the wide corridor trampling them under his equine’s hooves and hacking them into pieces with his fellblade. From behind the giant Khadoran, Anaxi assaulted the massed cultists with spells of obliteration, and Velnar and I took pot shots at the cultists as opportunities presented themselves. After forcing our way down to the corridor, all that remained of the cultists was a pile of corpses.
Advancing beyond the residential wing, we came upon another wing of the outpost, a combination of a Cyrissist chapel and a library, defended by mechanikal priests, an arcanist, another clockwork warrior, and another batch of cultists. Isaak charged down the central corridor and trampled the cultists and soldier there as he did in the residential wings, while the rest of us worked our way through a series of connect rooms adjacent to that corridor, forcing the arcanist and the priests into Isaak’s waiting fellblade.
Exploring further, we found a corridor that forked, leading into the heart of the complex and into another wing. We investigated the wing first, finding it to be a workshop with more cultists, a clockwork soldier, and a priest. These Cyrissists were intelligent enough to hide behind their tables for cover, but that did not save them from Isaak’s fellblade, Velnar’s excellent talent for archery, or Anaxi’s spells.
Once we had cleared out all of the wings, which seemed to form a great circle around the center of the outpost, we ventured into its heart. Here, we found ourselves facing a Convergence warcaster with a full battlegroup of the cult’s strange warjacks, supported by other Cyrissists, guarding a circular chamber with unfathomable mechanikal machines connected to an intricate control panel. Before the Convergence warriors could react, Isaak galloped through a crackling field of electricity and cut down the warcaster, and sensing that the machines here where what we had been hired to destroy, I put three rounds into the fragile control panels. Red lights began to flash, alarms sounded, and the Cyrissists scrambled to the machinery. Recognizing by the cultists’ desperate haste that whatever I had just broken would not likely cause anything beneficial in its malfunction, we ran out of the outpost. Fortunately, by the time the mountainside behind us exploded outwards we managed to clear the outpost by a good distance, so we were merely coated in a fine layer of dust.
Over the next two weeks, we made our return trip back to Cygnar by trekking through the wilderness with Velnar as our guide. We were able to catch the train from Corvis to arrive back in Ceryl and report back to Nemo. After confirming our story with the Cygnaran Reconnaissance Service, he was quite pleased with our work and rewarded us handsomely, paying more than a thousand crowns to each of us.