1: The Crate
Aubentag, 1 st Pflugszeit So you all met at Frau Koester’s Hostel on the banks of the Daankkanaal in Kriuersmuur in Marienburg, three Imperials and a Wastelander, who looked like he had been sleeping in a hedge. You exchanged stories of how you came to be stuck in this crappy hostel. You were Kristoff Stolz an old sailor, who was a chantyman on a Nordlander vessel, who had been dumped in town after the captain of his boat had died and been replaced by the son of the boat owner, who didn’t want any old hands left on the boat undermining him. But now Kris was left with no crew papers or references. There was Frederick van der Wurst who seemed to be above all this, but also appeared a bit dodgy. He said he was interested in setting up some sort of trading network in Marienburg but it didn’t sound like a very legit business. And there was Maximillian Kopfraum another imperial who said he had been thrown out of the engineering school in Altdorf for blowing up a laboratory in a steam eng...