[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps Interlude 5.5
My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist
My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary (Absent)
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist
My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary (Absent)
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Barber Surgeon
NPCs
Van Duster - Human Mercenary of Tankred's gang, with tracking skills
(Previous notes)
The conversation around the campfire satisfies each of you. Hechland spoke of new inventions. Tankred spoke of finding metal to work in defense of the town. The Doctor spoke of seeking dragons. Only Van Duster did not chime in; his grunts from from shadow (just on the edge of the firelight) acknowledged Tankred and let everyone know he was paying attention.
The destination was barely spoken of; most of the party just decided to follow Vaervenshyael because maybe where she was going was more exciting than another night in Padua.
In the quiet lapses of conversation, the flames crackled and, when he was walking the compass of the camp, the footfalls of Van could be heard. Each reflected on the morning past in Lauterburg. What was "Hendrick's Stone?" What were the fates of Sulzer's men? And what will happen when Sulzer learns his thugs died in the "hospitality" of the Princep's Padua-on-Avon?
Doctor Woeller recalled the nervous but compliant Priest's prayers as the Halfling zealot of the Princep slit the mute's throat and summoned his ghost from Morr's embrace. What's this?! talk of gods?!
Tankred considered the knowledge that his reputation proceeded him in Sulzer's territory. It may turn into being a target of Sulzer's men later.
Wilhelm pondered the cannons on the ridge above the Princep's manor. The rust had abated, but the breaches...the breaches. Too thin! Anvils be damned, forges need to be built! Forges fired by dragons breath. That's what we need!
Vaervenshyael could think of only one thing: they were on the wrong side of the damn river from the witch she sought. She didn't want to consider the only ford. It was a half day north of the witch and rumored to be closely watched by Sulzer's men. Or was.
NPCs
Van Duster - Human Mercenary of Tankred's gang, with tracking skills
(Previous notes)
When the party was out of sight of Lauterburg, Vaervenshyael reined her horse to a halt and turned it north east toward the Avon.
The destination was barely spoken of; most of the party just decided to follow Vaervenshyael because maybe where she was going was more exciting than another night in Padua.
In the quiet lapses of conversation, the flames crackled and, when he was walking the compass of the camp, the footfalls of Van could be heard. Each reflected on the morning past in Lauterburg. What was "Hendrick's Stone?" What were the fates of Sulzer's men? And what will happen when Sulzer learns his thugs died in the "hospitality" of the Princep's Padua-on-Avon?
Doctor Woeller recalled the nervous but compliant Priest's prayers as the Halfling zealot of the Princep slit the mute's throat and summoned his ghost from Morr's embrace. What's this?! talk of gods?!
Tankred considered the knowledge that his reputation proceeded him in Sulzer's territory. It may turn into being a target of Sulzer's men later.
Wilhelm pondered the cannons on the ridge above the Princep's manor. The rust had abated, but the breaches...the breaches. Too thin! Anvils be damned, forges need to be built! Forges fired by dragons breath. That's what we need!
Vaervenshyael could think of only one thing: they were on the wrong side of the damn river from the witch she sought. She didn't want to consider the only ford. It was a half day north of the witch and rumored to be closely watched by Sulzer's men. Or was.
If Sulzer was ceding territory to greenskins...it could be worse