[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 4
My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist
My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist
My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Barber Surgeon
NPCs
Ludovic Hasselhoff - Human Prince of Padua-on-Avon
Maximillian Morningglory - Halfling Witch Hunter and Master of the Horse
(Previous Notes)
The surgeon continued his poultice-aided healing of Vaervenshyael's critical wound. She was almost back to normal after two days. Only a bruise and some sore muscles remained.
The group was summoned by an agitated Maxmillian, asking after "the mute" taken in the party's last encounter. Apparently our encounter crossed some political line of diplomatic immunity, though the people we killed and captured had killed a man in the town bar.
Maximillian and the surgeon went to question the mute...with help from the priest of Morr, if that indicates how they questioned a guy with no tongue. The rest of us when to Tankred's forge so he could look at the blade further. (Maximillian had identified it as gromril, star metal.)
Examination at the forge failed, so we went to the only person left to consult: the Verenan priest. He still insisted the item was magical, but Vaervenshyael wasn't convinced. She spit out a tirade against all the uneducated inhabitants of the backward town. She instead decided to visit a suspected hedge-wizard north of town.
At this time one of Tankred men arrived stating the antiquity hunters had left the town, crossing the river Avon to the north. The party saddled their horses and chased after the men, heading in the direction Vaervenshyael herself wished to go.
NPCs
Ludovic Hasselhoff - Human Prince of Padua-on-Avon
Maximillian Morningglory - Halfling Witch Hunter and Master of the Horse
(Previous Notes)
The surgeon continued his poultice-aided healing of Vaervenshyael's critical wound. She was almost back to normal after two days. Only a bruise and some sore muscles remained.
The group was summoned by an agitated Maxmillian, asking after "the mute" taken in the party's last encounter. Apparently our encounter crossed some political line of diplomatic immunity, though the people we killed and captured had killed a man in the town bar.
Maximillian and the surgeon went to question the mute...with help from the priest of Morr, if that indicates how they questioned a guy with no tongue. The rest of us when to Tankred's forge so he could look at the blade further. (Maximillian had identified it as gromril, star metal.)
Examination at the forge failed, so we went to the only person left to consult: the Verenan priest. He still insisted the item was magical, but Vaervenshyael wasn't convinced. She spit out a tirade against all the uneducated inhabitants of the backward town. She instead decided to visit a suspected hedge-wizard north of town.
At this time one of Tankred men arrived stating the antiquity hunters had left the town, crossing the river Avon to the north. The party saddled their horses and chased after the men, heading in the direction Vaervenshyael herself wished to go.