[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps Interlude 52.5

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
Maximillian - NPC Halfling Master of the Horse of Padua
Azmir - NPC Local merchant and wizard in Padua
Black Thom - NPC Human Butler

(Previous Notes)

The Princep's Manor House, Padua-on-Avon

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. Vaervenshyael seems to shudder from something unseen, as does her shadow twin.

Then Vaervenshyael and the form seem to move. Everyone steps back, only to realize the shadows are only shifting as Azmir collapses to the floor. The glass sphere, a thousand white hot, then orange, tinder sparks falling to the floor with him. Azmir's eyes are closed and his mouth is slack in exhaustion. Black Thom rushes to his side to help him up.

Vaervenshyael stands in the center of the arcane circle, unharmed, fists clenched, and hungry.

Johann: "So... did it work?"

Vaervenshyael: "That was just as uncomfortable as I remember, if not moreso."

Johann: "It made us ALL very uncomfortable. What has happened with Azmir? And what in the world was that shadow on the wall?"

Vaervenshyael: "He said he needed to rest some before continuing. He said this ordeal would be fast, so I didn't eat much before starting. Now I am quite hungry"

GM: Black Thom helps Azmir to a seat next to a side board and tray of mixed bottles, cups and clay stemware. Black Thom uncorks a bottle and pours a chalky white liquid in a large cup.

Wilhelm can smell the soured spirits favored by Araby from across the room--is it the lingering magic in the air? Tankred hears each splash of the pour. Vaervenshyael smells something pungent from the kitchen--a fine moldy cheese? Johann blinks a few times to clear the shadows that seem to linger on the walls.

"No, I did not work. But I have the reason of it in my head. Just allow me to catch my breath a bit," answers Azmir. "Just a few moments Vaervenshyael. Do not move just yet." Azmir throws back the drink in a single swallow.

Vaervenshyael: "Indeed. I don't suppose someone could bring me some of that cheese?"

Wilhelm sequesters The Honourable Judge Pigglesworth (a newly found dog) from Vaervenshyael before she gets any ideas.

While this all happening, Wilhelm is reviewing his notes and humming a familiar tune

Johann: What tune is it?

Wilhelm: The one Azmir was singing

Johann: "So what is the creature hiding within Vaervenshyael's body? Is that the shadow we saw?"

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