[WFRP] The Hour After Midnight

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Ithelus

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The door had clearly been forced, as Halbermann had said – pushing it open, he stopped as he saw the horror that dominated the centre of the pokey bedroom.

The remains of a man were sprawled on a sagging, straw-stuffed mattress – the tangle of woollen bedclothes that hung around him were stiff and dark with dried blood, looking as if they had been dipped in a vat of red dye – traces of the stuff were all over the room, speckling the floorboards in hideous trails.

The soft tissue of the corpse’s face had been torn away, eyes, cheeks, even the tongue missing from the crimson, skeletal wreckage of the man’s features – more horrible by far was the gaping void in the centre of his torso, his abdomen collapsed like a deflated balloon to reveal the hollow ruin of his ribcage. The innards were gone, the space that should have been occupied by the heart, the lungs, the liver a torn, empty vessel. A single, fat-bodied fly buzzed around the room, settling occasionally on the gruesome remains as it kept an eye on the newcomers.

“Grim, ain’t it?” said Halbermann, appearing at Ithelus' shoulder. “When we got here to break it down, he was lyin’ here like this – and old woman Haeckel swears not a soul passed in or out all the time in between. There’s another one down in the warehouses by the docks, just the same – and not a sign of what they’re missing anywhere to be seen. It’s like the rest of ‘em was just... consumed.” The militia sergeant seemed to take a certain relish in the word.

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