We had only briefly awoken and taken stock of our surroundings when we saw Anthrax approaching on foot alongside a figure dressed in desert robes, whom he seemed to be leading toward us. As they came closer the figure got some sort of alert and pulled out a crystal ball, which dropped the illusion of possible desert raider or sheikh, and gave away the fact he was some sort of C.B. D.J.
He announced to his audience that he had found Damnation and we were all ready to head to Bloodfest. I took stock of my comrades and questioned whether they were ready to stand up without vomiting over themselves, let alone get on the road. We didn’t even seem to have vehicles or our instruments. The D.J. teased that we were ready to Rock live over the C.B. but dismissed the idea as a joke; either finally realising that we were lacking instruments entirely or just exercising some idiotic sense of humour. Either way I ignored him and crawled around where I had been laying, fully managing to stand finally.
The D.J. had stirred my companions and Benny’s voice was in my head waffling on about dandelions, he must’ve eaten a bad brain, or maybe just waited too long from death to consumption. Golden Fang was eager to show off to the D.J. but also struggling to fully stand whilst humming his theme song. As always the face of Damnation was eager to grab the spotlight, which was his purpose. the C.B. shut down and the D.J. introduced himself to us in a slightly different voice, So I guess he has a “stage voice”. Anyway, it appears we were in the presence of the Sandman from Magic CB’s Loudwire.
After mocking “The Artist formally known as Anthrax Smasha” and his depart onto a Solo Career we enquired as to his return, along with a D.J. of all things. Turns out he wanted to be our agent and take us to Bloodfest. After a quick back and forth of “Where is all the stuff” and “we don’t remember” on top of finding out Anthrax’s drums ran out of Blackwater somewhere in the wastes on the wrong side of Junktown, we agreed to take the band back on the road because we were doing fuck all else.
With no instruments, no supplies and no gear other than what Sandman and Anthrax had brought with them we started a two hour trek to Junktown aiming to get there well before dawn. Upon arriving Junktown was quiet and still, which is two things Junktown has never been. Snotgobbler’s scrapyard was seemingly closed and it was usually a full time operation. Considering it was usually the beating heart of Junktown we headed down to check it out. Anthrax bashed on the door with all the grace of reversing Ork Junk Chariot missing all it’s tyres and we heard something on the other side scrabble to answer.
It was Snotgobbler. He explained that some sort of creatures had gotten loose in the lower levels and eaten all his gobbos; additionally his Janitor was malfunctioning. Mekk decided this was the opportune time to establish a diplomatic step for all Gnomekind in the everlasting feud between his people and the Goblin folk… and insult Snotgobbler’s intelligence, competence and ability in one fowl swoop. Snotgobbler insisted that if we cleared out the infestation and brought him back his janitor to fix he’d get us roadworthy. Benny enquired about RamJam but Snotgobbler said he hadn’t seen it in 7 months. Snotgobbler also mentioned a gnome called Weasel, but I paid it no notice.
Eventually the tiny scrap merchant let us in and we made our way into his compound, and down into the lower levels, which were basically hastily burrowed tunnels with metal welded to the walls, and more metal randomly tossed about the place. We descended to the first level, well aware of the fumes of Blackwater in the air. As Mekk began to root around in the trash several huge bulbous toads crawled from out the walls, and under the scrap to get at us. These toads seemed to be armoured where scrap had attached itself or been grown onto to the toads, and they were large enough to swallow us whole, and that’s what they tried to do.
Without weapons and armour I got in close and bit deep, the frog’s blood was horrible and tainted, but not completely unpalatable. Mekk managed to start a grease-fire and Benny’s hypnotic enchantments got the better of my band-mates, distracting them as the Blackwater fumes distorted his magic. Mekk ended up getting swallowed by one of the beasts, as did Golden Fang. One of the toads drew me in close with it’s tongue but I did most the biting. Once that thing realised it was not the predator but the prey it tried to run and I tore out a hunk of flesh for it’s trouble. Golden Fang burst out of a toad in an explosion of fire in his usual showboating nature. Anthrax crushed a toad easily whilst this Sandman guy seemed to narrate the fight in an unusually helpful way. Mekk was swallowed whole but I tore off the top half of the toad and he came tumbling out with a bit of a plop.
We had a short rest, we gathered some scrap metal to use as armour and weapons. Myself with scrap that functioned as armour and a sword, Golden Fang with the same and Anthrax with a shield. My swallowed companions used the rest to dry the acid from their skin and the Sandman gave them a quick morale boost. We moved into the second room and encountered very similar looking toads, although these ones were unarmoured they could also move much quicker and jump clear over our heads.
We quickly dispatched the toads and I saw some blueprint looking thing on the ground. I told Mekk and he starting mumbling nonsense about code, Weasel and Orks being stupid. He told us the Blueprint was something to do with Ormagöden. I left him to that and eventually he was ready to move on. Mekk led and we were slightly taken aback when a giant gear fell out of the wall. He diagnosed it as a failed trap and pointed to an anvil lodged precariously in the ceiling. I put the gear to one side and we moved on. Until we came to a fork in the road.