[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps Interlude 16.5
My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Duellist
My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Veteran
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Duellist
My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Veteran
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Engineer
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician
(Previous notes)
Johann returned to his barber shop just in time for Maximillian to walk in.
"So," Johann began, "What brings you to my humble shop, Oh Venerable Master of the Horse?"
Maximilian looked up at Johann then out to the street. Crossing the street were Johann's "friends" Tankred, Wilhelm, and Vaervenshyael. On entering Johann's shop, Maximilian wasted no time. "The Empire seems to have found our little corner of the world. I'm a pious, but practical sort. Know this, the end truly does justify the means in all things when it comes to change and rooting out the influence of the ruinous powers or to protect Padua." Maximilian looked at Johann and Vaervenshyael knowingly. "It may even mean looking the other way at those curious, while harmless. Always watching for when curiousity invites something more dangerous.
"That little display was our new "reverend brother" testing the waters to be sure. Drunk fool. I suppose I should be happy he's alive. He'll talk and I'll listen. But change is on the winds it would seem. Would any of you care to tell me what you found in the west? And it better be good, because I'm likely going to have to ask you to work for me restoring the balance while explaining to me why I have a Verenan telling me about the parts to an artifact that well secure this little "renegade crown."
Tankred stepped up to explain. "We found the lost iron mine, hidden below a ruin. Enough scrap from rusting tools that my brother and I can forge new weapons for the town, even before we try to delve deeper to secure the actual mine itself. There is plenty of lore there, but the Verenian would have to tell you what it meant. Or the Doctor. There were mad squatters, but we cleaned them out, and seized their store of fun powder they were using for blasting as well.
"As to artifacts and what not. Talk to V. I try not to fiddle with such things.
(Previous notes)
Johann returned to his barber shop just in time for Maximillian to walk in.
"So," Johann began, "What brings you to my humble shop, Oh Venerable Master of the Horse?"
Maximilian looked up at Johann then out to the street. Crossing the street were Johann's "friends" Tankred, Wilhelm, and Vaervenshyael. On entering Johann's shop, Maximilian wasted no time. "The Empire seems to have found our little corner of the world. I'm a pious, but practical sort. Know this, the end truly does justify the means in all things when it comes to change and rooting out the influence of the ruinous powers or to protect Padua." Maximilian looked at Johann and Vaervenshyael knowingly. "It may even mean looking the other way at those curious, while harmless. Always watching for when curiousity invites something more dangerous.
"That little display was our new "reverend brother" testing the waters to be sure. Drunk fool. I suppose I should be happy he's alive. He'll talk and I'll listen. But change is on the winds it would seem. Would any of you care to tell me what you found in the west? And it better be good, because I'm likely going to have to ask you to work for me restoring the balance while explaining to me why I have a Verenan telling me about the parts to an artifact that well secure this little "renegade crown."
Tankred stepped up to explain. "We found the lost iron mine, hidden below a ruin. Enough scrap from rusting tools that my brother and I can forge new weapons for the town, even before we try to delve deeper to secure the actual mine itself. There is plenty of lore there, but the Verenian would have to tell you what it meant. Or the Doctor. There were mad squatters, but we cleaned them out, and seized their store of fun powder they were using for blasting as well.
"As to artifacts and what not. Talk to V. I try not to fiddle with such things.
Vaervenshyael was hesitant to begin explaining the talisman.
Johann stepped back into the conversation "Er, yes. Madmen. Tell me, Master, what think you of the more...extreme brothers of your faith? I take it you think less than highly of them?"
Gathering from the inn at Johanns shingle. The four of you hear the question. Vaervenshyael uncomfortably cringes. Johann poked a bear.
Maximillian stepped back. "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, barber surgeon. It is the evidence of things not seen. For by it the even Sigmar obtained a good report. Do not doubt that I do things with faith. I have seen the gossamer of the veil between worlds.
"You are even a witness.
"And it is faith that allows me to know that your Princeps and Padua is in danger. Even now the priest is collecting a mob that he will name as militia. But my faith that he will do this will have evidence in his actions. He will drag the Arab to the well and burn him. He will burn the inn because he distrusts the mid wife.
"These thing s will happen and then he will censure the Veneran. Then you for association then string you up because you touched an artifact...yes, I know, know all the priests very well and why they are here...and for not destroying it and destroying the bearers. He will find corruption were it is and where it is benign.
"So. I think the four of you work for the Princeps now. More than you think you currently do.
"And it will start with us talking to a dead man."
The door opened and the Princeps entered. As if on cue.
Johann straightened more as the Master of the Horse finished. Perhaps now was not the time for him to bring up Sigmarites slain by the party's hands at the Arabyan tower...
"But speaking of the Arabyan at the warehouse," thought Johann to himself, "I do hope his friend has responded. That is a mess that is best cleared away as soon as possible."
Johann stepped back into the conversation "Er, yes. Madmen. Tell me, Master, what think you of the more...extreme brothers of your faith? I take it you think less than highly of them?"
Gathering from the inn at Johanns shingle. The four of you hear the question. Vaervenshyael uncomfortably cringes. Johann poked a bear.
Maximillian stepped back. "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, barber surgeon. It is the evidence of things not seen. For by it the even Sigmar obtained a good report. Do not doubt that I do things with faith. I have seen the gossamer of the veil between worlds.
"You are even a witness.
"And it is faith that allows me to know that your Princeps and Padua is in danger. Even now the priest is collecting a mob that he will name as militia. But my faith that he will do this will have evidence in his actions. He will drag the Arab to the well and burn him. He will burn the inn because he distrusts the mid wife.
"These thing s will happen and then he will censure the Veneran. Then you for association then string you up because you touched an artifact...yes, I know, know all the priests very well and why they are here...and for not destroying it and destroying the bearers. He will find corruption were it is and where it is benign.
"So. I think the four of you work for the Princeps now. More than you think you currently do.
"And it will start with us talking to a dead man."
The door opened and the Princeps entered. As if on cue.
Johann straightened more as the Master of the Horse finished. Perhaps now was not the time for him to bring up Sigmarites slain by the party's hands at the Arabyan tower...
"But speaking of the Arabyan at the warehouse," thought Johann to himself, "I do hope his friend has responded. That is a mess that is best cleared away as soon as possible."