[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps Interlude 2

(Interludes are a place for me to note everything that happened in play-by-post between Hangout sessions.)

My character
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist

My companions
Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Barber-Surgeon, ex-Student

(Previously in the adventure)

Wincing from the blow to her chest, Vaervenshyael is aided across the broad street to Johann's shingle and laid in a chair.

Vaervenshyael grimacing hard, raising her arms to aid the removal of her mail and loosens her jack. Mail rings, blasted from the shirt by the blow, have torn though the jack's leather and shirt below. A dark red stain of blood is evident.

Johann generously applies a stinking propriety blended poultice to wound. (Meta: Heals 5 Wounds.) He tells her it will be about five more days before she back to full health. He may be able to apply another poultice the following day to accelerate healing to two (2) days, but since she does not know what is in the poultice yet and Vaervenshyael may not want another application.

(Meta: There were some questions about modesty with another party member tending a wound on her torso, but I decided that as an elf Vaervenshyael is not constrained by humanity's ideas of modesty [plus, it's a doctor]. She learned a lot from her time with the wood elves. This "elves are not just humans with pointy ears" mindset is something I really want to explore while playing this particular character.)

As the doctor is patching her up, he'll notice some wood elf tribal tattoos on her shoulders [1] and on her side [2], stopping at the iliac crest.

She looked at her damaged shirt and asked, "Doctor, is the mail salvageable? It was slowing me down anyway. I don't know why I ever let that fanatical halfling talk me into wearing it in the first place."

"Is the mail salvageable? Hmm.... Perhaps. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...."

At this point Johann begins muttering to himself as he examines Vaervenshyael's wounds, becoming more and more frantic in his ramblings, until he shouts:

"Yes! I know! We shall graft the mail into your skin! No need to wait for your body to naturally heal when we can simply use the mail as replacement! Yes... then you shall be naturally resistant to incoming blows and sharp things! What say you?"

Before a reply can be uttered by Vaervenshyael, Johann begins talking excitedly,

"Of course, I know nothing of the process of grafting non-organic items onto organic beings, so we will have to perform some tests to see how the skin will take to the mail. Yes, yes, this could work! Now do lie down, we must begin quickly."

Johann looks at Vaervenshyael's hair and looks as if he wishes to say something, but he simply shakes his head muttering, "One project at a time, pace yourself!"

The elf is appalled. "Absolutely not. The poultice is more than sufficient. What exactly is in this...overly fragrant mixture, anyway?"

When she asked what is in the mixture, Johann pointedly did not answer her question. Strangely the noxious smell of the poultice never lessened and seemed to only intensified with time until it finally seemed to dissipate altogether.

He seemed rather put out by her refusal to allow him to augment her skin as well. That may have had something to do with his refusal to answer, though she couldn't be sure.

Johann did offer a bit of advice however: "Do not take a bath any time soon. The poultice reacts badly to water. Also do not drink milk, as you will most certainly break out in hives! Oh, and should you experience any stomach cramps, severe headaches, or nausea do not eat any raw fish! This only exacerbates the problem and will prolong the process. Otherwise you should be fine! Also, do come in for another application!"

[1] Similar to this: http://www.tattoos-beauty.com/image-files/tribal-tattoos-on-shoulder.jpg
[2] Similar to this http://www.tattoo-models.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/tribal-tattoo-designs-screenshot-13-216x300.jpg ). The overall result would be kind of like this but much less: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/428967933232944364/

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