[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 13

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Protagonist

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Mercenary
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Barber Surgeon

(Previous Notes)
GM: Each of you reek of poultices. The poultices leak a combination of binders, fillers, and liquids—keep the torch away...is that turpentine?—from the soaked bandages or makeshift slings. They cool the wounds and aches, if at a cost of making each of you less willing to stand near each other. Johann surely must find better smelling ingredients when back in Padua.
In a quiet moment, there is a muted boom in the new stairwell down. Wilhelm  states emphatically, "That's powder. A blunderbus possibly. Below for certain." New worries creep into your thoughts, are the Sigmarites now armed? Or may explain something less sinister: have they just not paid attention to Wilhelm's Bandit Reducing Hand Cannon because the Sigmarite's mistaking it for something else...
The stairs go down.
Tankred: As a small point of order. I smell of Wilhelm's vomit, but have escaped needing a poultice as of yet.
Johann is, understandably, offended at the bellyaching of the rest of the crew over something as trivial as "smell" and "sanitation." Such things are nothing compared to the brilliance of his treatments, and he makes very little effort to hide this fact.
Tankred's jaw is set with grim determination and his shield and sword ready to face the perils ahead. 
Vaervenshyael looks at Tankred to brave the threat of powder first. Her ear still rings from Wilhelm's last shot.

Inexplicably, the Verenan priest, Roderick, runs bye the party, with two war dogs hot on his heels. Tankred fills the corridor to battle the creatures. Vaervenshyael attacks from around his flank.

The party still hears explosions from behind a door at the end of a hallway. Wilhelm has snuck a peek through a keyhole (or some such) while the warriors fight the dogs. He then backed himself into a corner and wouldn't say anything coherent.

When the party enters the room, they view a scene of carnage. Sigmarite zealots are attempting to blast open a pair of metal doors via suicide bomb. The party watched one explode as they opened the doors. This led to Insanity points. There were more zealots, with a leader-type, further into the room, out of blast radius. They all held more pipe bombs, waiting for their chance to try the door. Wilhelm stepped into the room and shot one of the bombs with his pistol.

The resulting explosion blasted everyone in the room, including the PCs. The zealot holding the bomb was killed, as was another zealot beside him. Another was knocked back into a wall, and the leader-type was knocked out of sight. Luckily, Vaervenshyael had taken cover behind a column and didn't have to survive a direct blast. It took little for Tankred and Vaervenshyael, once they regained their senses, to take out the remaining zealots.

A nearby room had mosaic tiles with Arabyan letters on them. As luck would have it, the Doctor had learned to read Arabyan from a warehouse owner in town. The party used the tiles to magically open the polished steel doors the zealots were trying to blow open.

Before heading beyond the steel door, the party explored the rest of the megalith level they were on. They found a skeleton of an Estelian who had locked himself in a trapped room. The man had a rapier, very find craftsmanship, which Vaervenshyael decided to lay claim to. He also had an interesting earring, which nobody else wanted, so she claimed.

The rooms on this level had extra gunpowder. All Vaervenshyael needs to change careers is some ammunition. 

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