Pained she awoke and she awoke to a mouth full of sand.
The last thing she remembered was being with her sisters, having just felled one of the dreaded nobles of the Druchii that were prowling through the ruins of Mordheim, then a whirring sound and a sharp pain in her back.
Groggily she got to her feet, spitting sand and trying to take in the surroundings. Behind some barriers, as she was vaguely aware, there were people, staring at her, following her moves. But there was something else, too, a foreboding of danger and ache and sorrow.
When the crowd began to yell she turned, gripping her twin hammers, but before she could raise them, merciless blows rained down on her. As she went down to land hard on her back she finally understood where she was, in one of the infamous fighting pits, undoubtedly stolen by some soulless wretch from where she fell on the field of battle, sold, blind and fragile as she was, to be pitted against one of the towering brutes that fought in the arena, for the amusement of degenerates.
Hardly was she on her feet once more when yet more strikes rained down on her. With a half silent prayer to Sigmar on her lips she braced herself, turning from the blows split-seconds before they fell, waiting for the moment to strike. Her arm went numb as her hammer connected with the target, dropping the enormous pit fighter like a brick.
The crowd fell silent as she raised her hammer for the final blow.
- - -
"Dear sister, whe feared we had lost you forever" the Matriarch said, opening her arms to embrace the small figure the sentries had spotted making her way to the convent, limping and blind, yet with an unordinary aura of gallantry.
"Trust in Sigmar", she answered with a reassuring smile, handing the Matriarch a bag of coin, "and he will watch over you. Live by the hammer and you have nothing to fear."
When I started playing Mordheim a bit over a year ago I was instantly drawn to the Sisters of Sigmar. For pretty much a year I tried to find an Augur as GW in all their wisdom decided not to sell that miniature anymore. When I finally got one for a price I was willing to pay it luckily coincided with renewed interest in Mordheim at my FLGS. Regrettably, during my first game in our new campaign, my Augur was my first and only casualty.
Having bought a replacement for my second game today I was not exactly thrilled to see her go down again. At least this time she did not die, no, she got multiple injuries. Six, to be exact. The Druchii player had just rolled the same for one of his heroes, who lost an eye, and arm, got a chest wound etc. so I was ready to say goodbye to the second Augur in just as many games.
It turned out differently, though. The only bad thing she received was an old battle wound, but she's now also hardened (i.e. immune to fear), beat a pit fighter and gained an extra experience point for surviving against the odds. Due to an advance roll her Toughness increased. She's one tough little blind lady.
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Originally Posted by Mithras69
Would love to see more people post stories/events/history about especially colorful characters.
