Not all wars are fought with Weapons

Not all wars are fought with weapons, Swords, magic, siege. The battlefield is the final struggle, but before blood falls, the intel war wages on. We are still in Praag, and the Chaos Forces at the gate, but they're waiting for something. This seems to point to a catalyst event that triggers the onslaught.
 
Today seems like a day of downtime. These days are important during wartime. It provides rest, reflection. Unfortunately, we have meetings we must attend too. We must meet with Uirika about getting us a face with the town council, and with Wjat Gascoigne and Nycle Hakebourne about being present when they speak with the dead prisoner.
 
Next, a meeting with Uirika Magdova Straghov, daughter of Kislevite March Boyars, guards against the depredations of Chaos . My initial impression is a woman of great strength in both body and mind, not to mention, a title longer then I am tall, a nasty streak of bitter honor, and willing to die for Praag. In our discussion, we ask if it is possible to have an audience with the City Council. Uirika appears to be open to such a meeting.
 
In our discussion, I asked her if she felt there was someone on the council who might not be whom they represent. Someone who was secretly assisting Chaos forces, a mole.
 
Uirika's response was blunt, cold and angry. "If I knew of such a person, my honor would demand I take action!"
 
I apologized for wording my question poorly. Then I explained, "Sometimes, politics and circumstance prevents us from acting in a way we wish". I shared a story of my life with her.
 
"When I was just a young girl, we had an issue where the City Council was seeking out a traitor. They were implicating my father as the traitor to our city. Through diligent observation, being the right place, unseen, and obtaining evidence, I found that the mole was one of the council members. I delivered the information to the council and their reaction was swift and angry. Just not as I expected. The member vehemently denied the facts. That night my father was assassinated for my findings. Retribution against my family for me sticking my nose where they felt it didn't belong. It is why I am who I am today."
 
I understand politics, only too well. I've had to learn it, at a very young age. The day I joined this group, They had just returned from Praags catacombs. They needed rest. I took it upon myself to do what I do best. Listen, watch, while remaining unseen. I disguised myself as a homeless waif and wandered the war torn alleys and streets. I entered a long soup line. Listening, watching I noticed an irregular pattern in supply deliveries—barrels stamped with a forge's mark that hadn’t operated since the first wave of daemonic incursion. Following that thread, I tracked the shipment trail to a boarded-up tannery and eavesdropped on a cult meeting, their voices cloaked in vague invocations and metaphor. No names were spoken, but one phrase chilled my spine: “Our ally in the Council keeps the patrols blind.”
 
Hearing that phrase brought me back to that day when I found my father, throat slashed, laying in a pool of blood, and my mother wailing over his dead body.
 
Uirika, I won't let something like that happen again. I am who I am, I make no excuses for what I have done or who I am, but this time, this time I will not allow families to be torn asunder.
 
Uirika agrees to our request for a meeting. We will do what we can to get what we need.
 
Next, heading to the stockades, we meet Wjat. Kemurial suggests we all connect our minds. I refuse to allow Freya into my mind. She snickers and says, what makes you think you have a choice. I didn't trust her to start with. Now, I don't believe I ever will. Kemurial decides to cast Mind Blank on us. Now Freya has no access.
 
We explain we wish to be present when the speak with dead spell is cast. He escorts us to the morgue. Enroute, I surreptitiously cast Detect Magic. Upon entering the morgue, I ask to examine the body. I see no glow, no needle marks, the body is clean. In fact, not only is it clean, but it doesn't even have the look of people from this area.
 
We work together to create a line of questioning for our corpse.
 
Are you the one we captured after attempting to steal the gem from the catacombs? He answered No
Who made you the contingency of the capture? Lady Kishina
Who is the Chaos force traitor within the Praag city council assisting in the siege of Praag? No answer
How did you die? Lady Kishina took my soul.
What does Lady Kishina have to gain from the fall of Praag? No answer
 
The line of questions reveal that the corpse was from the other side of the continent! Not only that, the rogue we captured, got away! Who did this!?!?!? It turns out, someone named Kishina. Other then this tidbit, the line of questioning appears to be a dead end.
 
I suggest we head to the dwarves for an update. Kemurial seems to be more introspective then usual. I hope I am not pushing boundaries. Ever since I discovered the mole, I've been reliving my nightmare. I cannot shake this feeling. Kemurial leads us to the dwarves. Gotrek was being his usual self. CHARGE AND DIE FOR DWARVEN GLORY!!!!! Probably not the time for that scenario. Our discussions seems to call for subtlety. Unfortunately, we have two metal heads with us. Rory and Kemurial are in plate armor. Highly difficult to be subtle. Kemurial suggests I go first. He seems impressed with my ability to not be seen. During the discussion, we share the information from the Speak with Dead experience.
 
When we mention Kishina, Gotreks eyes widen with surprise. He describes a person who has been alive for centuries and evil. I ask how many times has Praag been the target of Chaos incursions. Apparently, every 200 odd years or so, Praag is assaulted. Hearing this, I back up and sit down. Kemurial sees me and asks if I am okay.
 
I slowly look up. I believe I got it. I think I know what is happening! Kishina needs something from Praag to ascend. She is the one organizing the Chaos forces. She must be undead, maybe a Lich. There is something here she needs and it is hidden. She keeps sending Chaos to retrieve it for her. Maybe even her Phylactery. I wonder if she achieved Lichdom here, and had to flee and leave her Phylactery behind.
 
This all makes sense.
 
The war has just taken on a nuance more then just Chaos incursion. If I am correct, this is about the ascension of a Lich to become a God.
 
Calanthia shivers as if death just walked over her grave...........