Thursday, December 29, 2016

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 41

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician
Van Duster - Mercenary NPC
Imeltrud - Knight, liason to Mathilda NPC
Gertie - Knight, liason to Mathilda NPC

(Previous Notes)

The party followed the Verenean apprentice, Acolyte Jervais Duchez, through the clogged streets of Barak Varr and into the temple quarter.  The party was concerned with lodgings, so they were shown to The Stonecutter's Thumb (Den Daumen des Steinbrechers). The proprieter was a short, old halfling woman.

Those interested enjoyed a warm bath. The party then met downstairs, where the boys started drinking all the Bugman's they could get their hands on...and for quite a hefty price.

GM: Aubentag, Kaldezeit 13, 2531

The party settles near the hearth of The Stonecutter's Thumb. The weeks of trail riding and constant alertness takes a physical toll. Having bathed, eaten, and relaxed with pints of Bugman's Best, the tension seems to be dropping quickly, aided by a promise of a round of beers to shortly be delivered.

The "Thumb" as it's called by the denizen's of the Barak Varr Hold, is lightly populated and the common room is being enjoyed by locals, all humans.

Van, standing near the table, listens to the conversation, but is caught eyeing the bartender on more than a single occasion. Imeltrud and Gertie have departed for the Temple to Myrmidia to pay respects as they are wont to do.

The Verenan temple, often called a Bibliothek, or library, is a few blocks away, but easily walked to.

But there are several immediate matters that need to be attended too that are being discussed:

The matter of waiting messages from Paduda with the Verenans. The large coop and perch can been seen atop the Bibliothek when approaching from the right street. It not uncommon to believe a bird overhead is coming or going from the Verenan perch.

The matter of informing the Dwarven watch of your lodging. The mention of greenskins gets Van into the conversation, "Not a bad idea for us to send some pigeons south I think.

Lastly the matters of the next talisman, the not so subtle interest of the Verenans, and the bearded fellow in the crowd. Van has a thought on that too: "Too many beards in this place to be sure..."

Vaervenshyael, tired of the party's foolish beer guzzling, spits out, "We can address two of these matters by returning to the temple, if you are just about finished with your Dwarven ale bravado."

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 40

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous Notes)

Mathilda had promised to resupply the party if they helped the town clean up after the Morrslieb rat attack. Vaervenshyael had no desire to sully herself with the dead of the town, so she used a long (long) handled broom to sweep up debris...both organic and inorganic.

Resupplying included a trip to an old Myrmidian temple and finding a supply of gunpowder for both Vaervenshyael and Wilhelm to take advantage of.

The next day there was excessive consideration of trade between Mathildaburg and Padua. The Doctor seemed to think that Padua could supply its excess alcohol and Mathildaburn could supply its excess armaments, many of which were seen in the bowels of the temple.

Considering the time of year and the temperature thus far, Vaervenshyael bought a scarf and overcoat before leaving the town.

On the trail to Barak Varr, the party noticed a large encampment of orcs (well over 100 of the nasty creatures) to the east. The party had no trouble avoiding them and continuing on to the dwarven hold.

Once inside the gates of Barak Varr, Tankred was immediately recognized. The party was summoned to the Temple of Verena where messages from Padua awaited. Before finishing the sitting, Vaervenshyael noticed a man with a full black beard, in the style of Abdul Al Shar, pulling his cloak up over his head and disappearing into the crowd. It seemed the Sheik's followers were everywhere.

Monday, November 14, 2016

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 39

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

Key NPCs

(Previous Notes)

Vaervenshyael noticed Wilhelm asking around town about where the witch had lived. He was not having any luck, so she offered to show him where she had purchased the poison from the witch. It was a hovel set into an alleyway. Behind the hovel was an old, burnt building with barely discernible owl reliefs. Word on the street was a temple to Verena had burned down a few months ago.

The witch burning was a success. Each member of the party was off doing their own thing. Vaervenshyael was mingling when she heard Tankred yelling from the dock area. She caught something about the water rising and rats in the streets.

At the same time, the burning witch on the pyre looked up and gasped. She looked directly at Vaervenshyael and mouthed something. The rats entered the common area. Up overhead, a grey, fiery ring surrounded Morrslieb.

Vaervenshyael drew her secreted daggers and leaped upon the fallen pillar to view the chaos. She saw Tankred in a chase after...Wilhelm? Vaervenshyael ran after the champion.

The two found Wilhelm burning the witch's home. They talked him into returning to the inn to fetch their belongings, including the horses tied up in a stable with the waters rising.

With their belongings and horses, but without being able to find their retainers, the party headed toward the burning pyre, which was slowly being snuffed out by the waters. They were ambushed by a ghoulish beast. Vaervenshyael was surprised and barely able to rake it across the head with her rapier. Tankred was better prepared and sliced the beast from groin to clavicle. Wilhelm shot the beast through its gut and out its back, felling the monstrous form of the burned witch.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 38

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

Key NPCs
Imaltrude - Female Knight and new ruler of Sulzerberg.

(Previous Notes)

The party arrived in Sulzerberg. The plinth was still toppled, never having been righted after the events that had caused it to fall. The many billboards from the plinth area had been collected to make what looked like fuel for a bonfire...or a burning.

The news from town is that they had found a witch, and they were going to burn her. She reportedly controlled dogs which foamed at the mouth. Imaltrude herself had hauled the woman out of an alley.

We stabled our horses in the very building where the witch was being held. All of us, excepting Tankred, stopped to look down the rustic oubliette holding the witch. Johann began questioning her intently, as he is wont to do.

The witch looked up, stated she recognized the elf, and spat a nasty wad of phlem out of the pit. Johann and Wilhelm were interested in how Vaervenshyael knew a witch. In a momentary air of companionship, she broke down her secretive facade and relayed the message of buying her poison from this very woman the last time the party was in town. The locals were very intolerant when Vaervenshyael had been asking about poison, and she didn't want word to spread that she knew the woman. This kind of trouble could delay the party's progress by days.

The humans wanted to argue about how to handle the witch, when the stableboy returned to see them standing over the hole. He made it known they were not supposed to be anywhere near the witch. Vaervenshyael made a snap decision, and cried out "she's casting a spell on us!" She then flipped open the grate, and jumped down into the hole. She asked the old woman "do you want this done quickly, or drawn out?" The old woman spit at the elf again, and Vaervenshyael ran her through the heart with a dagger.

The stableboy started an uproar that attracted the innkeeper. He ran outside, furious at the party for being anywhere near the witch. Vaervenshyael threw back her hood, stepped into the innkeeper's face, and told the man the witch had been casting a spell. Her very body language dared the man to argue with her.

The innkeeper and the rabble backing him up were sufficiently cowed. Vaervenshyael left them her story and the dead body, and she turned her mind to other things.

Monday, October 17, 2016

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 37

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous Notes)

The party was tasked with traveling from Padua-on-Avon to Barak Varr to retrieve a power stone disguised as a talisman once hanging from a sheik's staff of office.

Before leaving, Vaervenshyael commissioned Wilhelm to make her a pin ring, which would allow her to discreetly deliver the poison she had acquired in the previous sitting. Since Wilhelm lacks in simplicity and not imagination, the ring turned out to be a little more than she had asked for*. However, when unattached from it's accessories, the ring will work as she desired.

Also before leaving, there were reports from woodsmen who work in the east that Ubain may be mobilizing for potential battle. There was no time to waste if Padua wanted to be able to defend itself. The party left for Karak Varr.

They were able to camp outside the wall of Lauderberg. In the night, zombie forms shuffled into the party's vicinity. Vaervenshyael added three zombies to her extensive kill history.

*Wilhelm decided to attach a hose to the ring. It was a tiny hose that would thread up Vaervenshyael's arm to a reservoir kept in her armpit. In this reservoir could be kept more poison than she would ever use...or lamp oil if she wanted a mini flamethrower...because who doesn't?

Monday, October 10, 2016

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 36

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous Notes)

The party returned to Sulzerberg. Vaervenshyael decided to lay low due to her last botched attempt to find poison in the town. Neither her nor Wilhelm were able to find gunpowder. She did, however, get a lead when buying some throwing knives. Vaervenshyael was directed to an alleyway where a crazy old lady with rabid dogs sold poison. (My elf now carries fantasy rabies.)

Mathilda became the default leader of the town, officially sword in while the party recuperated. Gurdy became an adviser and was made a diplomat to Padua. Vaervenshyael suggested a formal accord be signed, and then she sent a pigeon to Padua with the news. "Achieved objective. Alliance with Sulzerberg. Will return ASAP."

The party made an uneventful 5 day trek back to Padua. There, Maximillian, the Master of the Horse, greeted the party and bid them quick respite before convening at the town manor with the prize. 

At the manor, Azmir performed a ritual to disassociate Wilhelm from the latest talisman, the one of lust. Azmir's spellcasting made everyone's pants fall down. Belts unbuckled or just plain rotted off. Maximillian also made the stunning announcement that they knew where all the talismans were. Next the party would have to travel to Barak Varr.

Monday, September 12, 2016

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 35

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Duellist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician

(Previous Notes)

Tankred was looting bodies. A door opened to the east. In flowed a smell of heavy incense. Out walked a chiseled, naked man, taller than the large Champion. The party stared in awe at the perfection of form, be it man or elf. The form was the exact image of Abdul Al Shar. The man's eyes were pitch black, without pupils. Vaervenshyael felt goosebumps run up her spine. Al Shar laid a claim on all those present. Tankred responded with his sword.

Vaervenshyael was hesitant to strike at the perfection of Al Shar, but she knew her mind was being manipulated. She slid under the large dining room table beside Abdul and thrust her rapier into the man's leg.

The man turned from his battle with Tankred and threw the dining room table into the wall to the north. Vaervenshyael yelled "We work for Prince Ludovic!" and trust her rapier up into the man's head. Tankred struck a blow to the beast as well.

The perfect human skin of Abdul Al Shar peeled off the creature like melting wax. A demon, hideously formed underneath screamed in frustration before disappearing back into the realm of chaos. From what anyone could tell, the horror was finally over.

Wilhelm was the one to find the talisman that had been hanging off Demon Al Shar's neck. It took the form of a necklace, though the party was familiar enough with the talismans to know that was probably not its true form.

A party, weakened from days of fighting and waning adrenaline, climbed up the chimney in the previous room to find themselves back on the surface. They had survived, found the talisman, and rescued a prisoner.

The lust clinging to the talisman soon made itself evident, as Wilhelm and Johann began making advances toward Matilda. They were able to make it back to Sulzerberg without incident.