There is some talk of the shadow seen during the flash of the spell's light. Vaervenshyael ignores the insinuations, and passes the whole thing off as an effect of the spell only.
Azmir stands himself up to try again. He sings loudly and clearly, with the pure light of Hysh flowing through him. Vaervenshyael recognizes it as the most pure casting she has ever heard from a non-elf.
Suddenly the room explodes outward from Vaervenshyael. Anywhere from 10 to 20 pounds of yellow, slimy, fat globules cover the room and ever…
My PC Vaervenshyael - Female Elf Assassin (suffering from a Host of Fiends disability and carrying a magical stone linked to gluttony)
My companions Tankred "Silver Bear" Tenneckermann - Human Artisan/Mercenary/Champion Wilhelm Hechland - Human Pistoleer/Engineer/???
Doctor Johann Wilhelm Woeller - Human Physician
Gertrude - NPC Human Knight, emissary of Mathilde, prince in the north.
Ludovic - NPC Human Prince of Padua
Maximillian - NPC Halfling Master of the Horse of Padua
Azmir - NPC Local merchant and wizard in Padua
Vaervenshyael and Azmir find Maximillian at the Library in the Temple to Verena. After a bit of small talk, Maximillian escorts the two back to the manor...where Vaervenshyael started this man hunt quite a while ago.
Maximillian talked of the defense of the town from Ubain's attack. It seemed to be all anyone could talk about. According to stories from the displaced of Ubain, the ruler, 9-10-11, returned to his princeps under darkness. Maxim…
In a flash of light and a loud pop, like a tile cracking, Azmir's Hysh song ends.
In that extended few moments Wilhelm, Tankred, and Johann see the room, its furnishings and occupants, in sharp relief and long shadows.
Vaervenshyael's shadow stretches across the marbled floor to the wall. A larger shadow seems to twin her, a tall, thickly armored and helmeted form. Spiked, sharply pointed pauldrons, vambraces, gauntlets and greeves suggest a menacing intent. Vaervenshyae…