Thursday, November 26, 2015

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 17

Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Duellist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Veteran
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous Notes)

The Princeps and the Master of the Horse requested that the party aid an associate, Helmut the Ranaldian by name, acquire the body of the dead Sigmarite priest from the Sigmarite temple so the priest of Morr might ask the body some questions. Vaervenshyael did not pay close attention to the details of speaking with a dead body, but Johann seemed most enthralled.

The plan included Tankred taking his men to the front of the Sigmarite temple for a distraction. Vaervenshyael and Johann were to guard the back door while Helmut and his men went inside to take the body. They were charged with making sure nobody saw which way the body went when it came out the back. Wilhelm was positioned on a nearby roof, providing cover with a crossbow.

After the Ranaldians left with the body, Vaervenshyael moved to shut the back door. As she did, she made eye contact with one of the priests inside the temple. An alarm was raised.

Russmann came around from the front of the temple and started spitting hateful words at Vaervenshyael. She drew her weapons and waited, happy to stall until Helmut and his team got away with the body...until the priest began casting spells.

She could see no discernible effect after his first spell, so she continued to wait. He cast his second spell, with a murderous l look in his eyes. There was no effect against the elf. She sneered and told the priest that his god did not approve of his attacks on the elf. She then ran him straight through the chest with her rapier.

Tankred joined in the fight at that point, though Vaervenshyael had already struck a deadly blow. When Tankred beat the priest to the ground, Johann ran up to try to treat Russmann's wounds. Vaervenshyael would have none of it, and she sliced Russmann's leg open along the femoral artery. The priest died a lowly death, separated from the will of Sigmar.

Johann became furious and called Vaervenshyael an idiot for killing the Sigmarite priest who had recently roused the crowd behind his cause. Vaervenshyael, taking that kind of insult from nobody, punched the physician in the mouth. His following grumblings were all but unintelligible from a fattened lip.

Helmut took the old priest's body to Morr's Garden. The rest of the party followed.

Monday, November 23, 2015

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps Interlude 16.5

Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Duellist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Veteran
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous notes)

Johann returned to his barber shop just in time for Maximillian to walk in.

"So," Johann began, "What brings you to my humble shop, Oh Venerable Master of the Horse?"

Maximilian looked up at Johann then out to the street. Crossing the street were Johann's "friends" Tankred, Wilhelm, and Vaervenshyael. On entering Johann's shop, Maximilian wasted no time. "The Empire seems to have found our little corner of the world. I'm a pious, but practical sort. Know this, the end truly does justify the means in all things when it comes to change and rooting out the influence of the ruinous powers or to protect Padua." Maximilian looked at Johann and Vaervenshyael knowingly. "It may even mean looking the other way at those curious, while harmless. Always watching for when curiousity invites something more dangerous.

"That little display was our new "reverend brother" testing the waters to be sure. Drunk fool. I suppose I should be happy he's alive. He'll talk and I'll listen. But change is on the winds it would seem. Would any of you care to tell me what you found in the west? And it better be good, because I'm likely going to have to ask you to work for me restoring the balance while explaining to me why I have a Verenan telling me about the parts to an artifact that well secure this little "renegade crown."

Tankred stepped up to explain. "We found the lost iron mine, hidden below a ruin. Enough scrap from rusting tools that my brother and I can forge new weapons for the town, even before we try to delve deeper to secure the actual mine itself. There is plenty of lore there, but the Verenian would have to tell you what it meant. Or the Doctor. There were mad squatters, but we cleaned them out, and seized their store of fun powder they were using for blasting as well.

"As to artifacts and what not. Talk to V. I try not to fiddle with such things.

"Oh, and your engineer ran into his first beastman. He isn't dealing with that well. Hasn't been quite right since. "

Vaervenshyael was hesitant to begin explaining the talisman.

Johann stepped back into the conversation "Er, yes. Madmen. Tell me, Master, what think you of the more...extreme brothers of your faith? I take it you think less than highly of them?"

Gathering from the inn at Johanns shingle. The four of you hear the question. Vaervenshyael uncomfortably cringes. Johann poked a bear.

Maximillian stepped back. "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, barber surgeon. It is the evidence of things not seen. For by it the even Sigmar obtained a good report. Do not doubt that I do things with faith. I have seen the gossamer of the veil between worlds.

"You are even a witness.

"And it is faith that allows me to know that your Princeps and Padua is in danger. Even now the priest is collecting a mob that he will name as militia. But my faith that he will do this will have evidence in his actions. He will drag the Arab to the well and burn him. He will burn the inn because he distrusts the mid wife.

"These thing s will happen and then he will censure the Veneran. Then you for association then string you up because you touched an artifact...yes, I know, know all the priests very well and why they are here...and for not destroying it and destroying the bearers. He will find corruption were it is and where it is benign.

"So. I think the four of you work for the Princeps now. More than you think you currently do.

"And it will start with us talking to a dead man."

The door opened and the Princeps entered. As if on cue.

Johann straightened more as the Master of the Horse finished. Perhaps now was not the time for him to bring up Sigmarites slain by the party's hands at the Arabyan tower...

"But speaking of the Arabyan at the warehouse," thought Johann to himself, "I do hope his friend has responded. That is a mess that is best cleared away as soon as possible." 

Thursday, November 19, 2015

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 16

Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Duellist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Veteran
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous notes)

(Note: This sitting was short due to technical issues.)

Tankred left with Russmann to visit the Princeps.

Johann continued speaking with Cosetta in hushed tones.

Voices in the crowd began speaking disparagingly about elves. Vaervenshyael isolated a voice and challenged the man to a duel. He drunkenly charged her. She slashed his left arm. He charged again, and she clunked him on his head with the hilt of her rapier. When he would not relent, she slashed him across the chest and then knocked him out.

She returned back into the tavern looking for more people speaking lies about elves. 

Monday, November 16, 2015

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps Interlude 15.5

Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Barber Surgeon

(Previous notes)

The crowd at Katerina's Rest lingered. Small groups huddled.

The name Russmann was mentioned and heard at tables, in the latrine, at the bar. The Reverend Brother Neidhart Russmann. Footsore. Lean, broadshouldered, bald, and "called."

But then what was he saying: evil out of the west? All these firebrands said they saw the influence of the ruinous powers on the winds. Possessed, only the possessed "see things." Or he's right: Padua is lost to Chaos influence. The Robber King to the North was actually slaughtering greenskins.

Maybe the Princeps and his Master of the Horse have been too tolerant. Tolerant of that Cunning Man on the river. Tolerant of the heathen in the East. Tolerant of that rich Arabyan always holed up in his warehouse, charging for the use of the only working crane on the cliff! Tolerant of the merchant thieves of Ranald!

Liquid courage was poured more. Baptista and his family tried to keep up with the orders. The bar had become an impromptu after Throng meeting and the talk was becoming alarming to each of the party members.

Cosetta caught Johann's eyes as she poured another rye for three men at the bar. Concern on her face.

Vaervenshyael heard the whispers of the distaste for Ranald and made sure the Ranald talisman was tucked deeper into her pocket. She then caught the eyes of Wilhelm, trying to convey worry that the Princeps may be in danger from a firebrand Sigmarite. Tankred considered for a moment: this priest could raise a mob for fighting any conjured up evil.

The bar suddenly went quiet.

The Reverend Brother Russmann entered and surveyed the room with a stare that seemed to look beyond the faces that looked back at him. They lingered on Vaervenshyael: was it the elf or something else... the talisman? The lingered on the floor and stopped on the bar.

"Good Day all!" a smile seemed to crawl up his cheeks as his eyes brightened. "Good crowd! Perfect for me to make new friends! Please don't stop talking, but let me just ask that all of you make prayers for the Most Reverend Wurfel. He is ill. My arrival is blessed indeed! I'll have the Shallyan's tend to him, but your prayers to Sigmar are asked! I also ask that if any of you have male children of 10 or 12 winters, the temple is sorely in need of acolytes. Long neglected have Throngs been and so too have the quarters available for acolytes. Acolytes can also enter the catechisms for Novitiate training!"

The priest paused.

"But continue in your conversations! I'm off to seek audience with my new host the Princeps. I'll be asking for a proper militia to be mustered. Do come to Throng next Festag! Together with Sigmar's Blessing we will make Padua strong again!"

"Father, allow me to accompany you." Tankred stood and walked towards the priest. 

Vaervenshyael whispered aside to Wilhelm: "I do not trust this man."

Johann asked Cosette, "The priest is ill? When did this happen? Perhaps I could examine him myself. I do want to become more familiar with the illnesses of this land anyway. Perhaps this is a good chance to do so..."

Russmann noted Tankred's approach and whispered something to himself.

"Greetings warrior, you are the Silver Bear are you not?" Russman turned to leave the bar. "Your reputation proceeds you. Join me as you desire as it will afford me to talk to a veteran certainly touched by the hand Sigmar." Russman assessed his robes and the light warhammer at his side as he strode to the middle of the main thoroughfare to look north to the manor on the hill.

"Shall we find audience with the Princeps? My understanding is he is served by a Sigmar templar."

Cosetta poured Johann a short glass of rye. "Don't be a fool and seek to heal a dead man. This firebrand is looking to where the winds lead him. He'll see the faint traces of the black winds left by the beastman on you, me, and this tavern. He'll only need a reason then to burn us all at the stake then."

Cosetta took the rye she poured for Johann and drank it in a single gulp, to hoots of several at the bar..

Johann looked worried. "A dead man? Dead already, or dead soon? You seem quite sure that he is gone already, but why?"

Johann looked back at Russman and Tankred, speaking to one another, and whispered, "And do you think he can truly see the winds of magic? That would be... incredible. I should like such a power myself. It would be fascinating to see such things."

Tankred answered Russmann: "I am indeed the Silver Bear, and my men the Silver Sleuth. I serve as weaponsmith, blacksmith, and as needs lead my pack against Padua's foes outside its gates. The town has a small militia, who maintain order within the walls, while we range beyond them. As to the Templar. I believe you mean the Undead Hunter Maximillian. He is the Master if the Horse here abouts."

Something seemed cross Russman's brow as he parsed Tankred's words.

"You bear witness to this "Master of the Horse" as a false claimant as Templar for Sigmar? That is not a light accusation warrior. My journey here from Barak Varr was made a little more enjoyable by tales of the Princeps and his "pious" Halfling grinding greenskin slaves to dust in the task of porting a pink barge to the Avon across these heathen and corrupted lands."

A smile lingered for a moment. Then a chuckle. "I don't think I would believe a single story if I didn't see the pink barge at dock!" Russmann's demeanor turned serious again and away from the halfling.

"Tell me what you know of the heathen in the East. No, wait. Tell me in front of the Princeps and tell him how you will help me muster, train, and equip warriors! Then I can also learn as to why you have yet to lead the militia out burning the heathen's walls and cleanse the heathen's lands."

Russmann steppeda little shorter and gestured for Tankred to lead the way to the Manor.

Tankred clarified, "I bear no witness, father. I am a simple tradesman and warrior. If it is not steel or smiting, who am I to say? As for smiting? Me and mine have slain green skin, beast man, and heathen. But we are few in number and cannot strike out in force. For my part, my brother and I are seeing as best we are able to the arms and armor that they may be clad as men."

Friday, November 13, 2015

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 15

Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Barber Surgeon

(Previous notes)

The party awoke to a new Sigmar priest calling worship at the temple. We all made our way from our places of residence to the center of town, where the firebrand was calling upon the residents to return to pious worship. Tankred joined those following the priest to the Sigmarite temple.

Vaervenshyael attempted to speak to Wilhelm about her distrust of the new priest, as well as the possibility of commencing shooting practice, but Wilhelm was acting awkwardly. He did show her some basics of loading, aiming, and firing, before suggesting she go practice against a barn somewhere.

Back in Katerina's Rest, there was much talk about the new priest. Terms like "long overdue" and "inspired" were murmured around the barroom. The talk mentioned that the priest came from the north 3 days ago. His name was Russmann.

The new priest had mentioned "winds of magic" building up in the west. The townsfolk believed all elves could sense the winds of magic, and asked Vaervenshyael what her thoughts of the matter were. She had to disappoint them, admitting she knew very little at all on the subject.

The crowd was animated and fervent. Vaervenshyael asked why the townsfolk were so intent on a Sigmarite priest when they were located so far outside the realm of the Empire. There were no concrete answers. Further investigation would have to be made into the subject of the new priest, Russmann.

Monday, November 9, 2015

[D&D 2e] Eveningstar Campaign 32

My Character
Gairloch Ironheart - Svirfneblin Priest of Grumbar

Jemmabink - Gnome fighter
Nina - Human Paladin of Helm with her Dire Wolf mount
Vahael Corrolon - Human Cleric of Helm
Revoltac - Elf Ranger
Kaiden - Half Elf Mage

(Previous notes)

We returned to our party keep, which we agreed to call Keep Vigilant, to continue repairing the walls. Gairloch, my Earth priest, had a few different spells to soften and shape stone. It was calculated that I could fix a 20x20 section of wall per sleep cycle. This sleep cycle was shortened by a magical ring Vahael offered to let me use.

On the second day after our return, we received a message from Lord Tessaril. We immediately traveled to her home. She reported that Arabel had reopened after an internal rebellion fought in the name of Gondegal, an old time rebel from Arabel. Myrmeen, the Lord of Arabel, had closed the walls during the rebellion. Now that the gates were open, we could travel there and find out information regarding an heirloom that was precious to King Azoun. We were to start asking about in the Tavern of the Nine Fires.

At the Nine Fires, we listened for rumors and established ourselves. On day 2, we acquired Azarak's treasure map. This map instructed us to head northwest to Barrenstone, a large disc of stone 300 feet in diameter, 2 feet tall, and free of plants. The stone had a symbol of Deneir. Vahael used his Rod of Astral Passage to check out what lay underneath the center of the disc. It was a passage. I used my Stone Shape to tunnel through the stone to the opening of the passage.

A trap door opened to the smell of mold and decay. Gairloch felt right at home. A stone staircase spiraled downward. At the bottom was a door. Beside the door was a necklace hanging on the wall. An inscription on the necklace read "no entry without appointment."

Naturally, we entered anyway. An explosive rune ripped through the party.

On the other side of the door was a room of comfort and enlightenment. There we found a Deneirian codex. We kept exploring other rooms.

A wizard's lab held a manual of making stone golems. Gairloch kept the manual for future use. There was also a tome which talked about the stages of a wizard's life, including lichedom. That book is slated for destruction.

Another room held a couple stone golems that came alive and attacked the party. A room past that was a bedroom. We found a magic necklace in a wardrobe and a key in the nightstand. We delved further into the underground complex, but had to stop the game for the night...and for the foreseeable future. We're now onto the Lost Mine of Phandelver via 2nd edition rules.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Maximillian Art

A while back, Byron Rempel, zombie artist extraordinaire, offered to do some rather inexpensive character paintings. I hit him up for a couple. Here's the second character, my Warhammer Witch Hunter Maximillian. It's not exactly how I picture him, but it's always nice to see other people's interpretations.