Saturday, February 18, 2017

[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 43

My PC
Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin

My companions
Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion
Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician
Van Duster - Mercenary NPC
Imeltrud - Knight, liason to Mathilda NPC
Gertie - Knight, liason to Mathilda NPC

(Previous Notes)

Vaervenshyael stared into the room. There were three pale female dressed in antiquated clothing, sitting around two long tables drinking dark wine out of goblets. In the back of the room was a seductive tapestry. Under the tapestry was a 2 inch slit in the floor. The room slanted slightly toward the slit.

The females looked up from their cups and smiled invitingly. Vaervenshyael got straight to business. “What is this place?” The women answered with an invitation into the room.

From behind, Imultrude warned the party of nefarious emanations coming from the room. Tankred charged. Before she could react further, one of the ladies cast a spell. A large, fleshy, muscular pseudopod erupted from the ceiling, wrapped itself around Vaervenshyael, and shocked her with a jolt of writhing pain.

Vaervenshyael followed up with a missed gunshot toward one of the ladies. The room echoed with a BOOM! Smoke filled the air. The shot went wide. One of the ladies started casting again. Cockroaches filled the room, skittering away from the light and into the slit in the floor. Vaervenshyael charged, slashing one of the ladies in the arm.

Another spell was cast, and Vaervenshyael felt a mind invade her own. “Kill the tall one.” Then she remembered nothing.

*Vaervenshyael’s eyes turned from blue to brown. She turned around and attacked Tankred with everything she had in her. She was able to slash his face before he knocked the wind out of her with his greataxe.*

Vaervenshyael come to sitting on the floor and short of breath. The doctor tended to her wounds and then gave her a healing draught. Once she caught her breath, she was ready to carry on.

The corridor continued to double doors in the south. The corridor continued past the doors and ended in a thin fissure. Something had been through the fissure recently, but it was too small for an elf or a human. Imultrude sensed multiple colors of magic being drawn from the hallway and through the double doors. There was no place to go but through.

Beyond the double doors was a circular room, with a circular pit, and a runed orb floating above the pit. There was nothing the party could do about the floating orb or the magic in the room, so Tankred continued on while the rest of the party discussed the situation.

Tankred shouted from the next room. Vaervenshyael followed to find Tankred chasing someone down another hallway. She followed him to another circular room with a large crack running through it. There were 7 robed, bearded cultist in the room. Tankred started attacking the men, and the rest of the party joined in. Shortly, all the cultists were dispatched. The party then saw that the was a man hanging from manacles in the room. Was he, perhaps, one of the missing Verenans?

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