[WFRP 2e] Morrslieb's Shadow 41-43

Maximillian Morningglory, Halfling Vampire Hunter
Magnus the Pony

My companions
Udrin Sor-Valdir - High Elf Wizard
Ludovic Hasselhoff - Human Entertainer
Durak Braksson - Dwarf

Tegort - Ogre bodyguard
Abelhardt Mullberger - Journeyman Apprentice
Fickuld - Young Camp Follower

(Previous update)

The party battled in the halls of Grimdold Und. The large, evil elf sent his minions to deal with the party in a most violent manner. Maximillian wielded his repeating crossbow expertly and felled two druchii and a daemonette. Tegort blocked reinforcements from an entire corridor just by standing in it. The minions were all killed, but not before the evil elf ushered his prisoners out of the back of the room.

It was found that a daemonette killed young Fickuld while Abelhardt watched helplessly.

Session 42

The evil elf and his prisoners escaped down a hole we found out back of the previous room. Maximillian scouted out the scene before the party went down. There was a large room with another chaos orb. The prisoners surrounded the orb, apparently drugged into submission. The elf chanted.

Tegort volunteered to be the first down the hole, jumping because the ladder couldn't hold his weight. He landed less than gracefully. The rest of us followed. Epic battle was commenced.

Maximillian ran into the orb room, shooting his crossbow and ducking behind a fallen pillar. When he ran out of bolt, he pulled his club and charged a daemonette. Battle was bloody, but he dodged a critical blow and kept the daemonette busy until Durak could arrive and dispatch her. Maximillian proceeded to free slaves, starting with the dwarf everyone else was so intent on.

The evil elf was in the midst of a spell he could not stop. He was easily killed. Udrin began some kind of spell of his own...that took 24 hours to cast. The rest of the party healed, ate, and explored the complex.

Session 43

The party returned to Suderberg. Not all the freed prisoners made it. Rations were scarce, and their body emaciated. The freed dwarf, Mordrin, was too stubborn to die on the trek back. The party returned to the Bianca and headed downriver.

There was a stopped at the burned-down inn, and Abelhardt seemed to have a vision. He may be an apprentice, but it was no secret his mind was befuddled in the fight. Nobody really believed anything he said. The party sailed to Altdorf.

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