The Free Company of Professional Bounty Hunters and Information Seekers of the Great City of Marienburg

‘Captain. This is all we could find.’ Captain Reinholdt Kuiper, duellist extraordinaire and renowned bounty hunter, took the crumpled mass of papers from his sergeant’s hands. Before him stood the charred husk of a once opulent inn, that but a month ago had been his company’s refuge in this gods-forsaken city. Sifting through the papers, the Captain dropped his head with a disappointed grunt. He crushed the papers in his gauntleted hand before casting them to the ground. What remained of his contract, along with weeks of intelligence on his current bounty, was now left to the smouldering ruins. Whoever had gained the Merchant Guild’s ire was one of the few who could claim good fortune after the coming of Sigmar’s Wrath. If he still drew breath to enjoy it, of course.
Alone but for his men in the now silent streets, the Captain had already heard the approach of the lone horsemen. Ready for any danger the city might produce, Kuiper was surprised to see the rider was a young and well-dressed messenger, though his weary face and unkempt, if fashioned, appearance spoke of a long and hastened journey.
‘Captain Kuiper! By Sigmar, at last. I bring news from the Guild Master.’ The young man presented a letter, sealed with the mark of one of Marienburg’s many wealthy merchant guilds. The Captain opened the letter and began to read, a wizened look upon his face as he digested the information within. He did not recognise this word, ‘Wyrdstone’, though knew from its description that it was the unnatural looking rock he had seen spread amongst the city’s rubble-strewn streets. He pocketed the letter; his orders clear. The Merchant Guilds of Marienburg desired this ‘Wyrdstone’, and what the guilds desired was never less than valuable. With knowledge of their new bounty, the Captain and his men headed deeper into the newly christened City of the Damned.