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
Mathilde stormed into the kitchen of the inn to call Vaervenshyael out for killing her rat catcher. Tankred tried to smooth things over between the two, but failed miserably (bad Fellowship roll). Vaervenshyael stepped up to speak for herself. She used etiquette and charm to convincingly relate her position and the series of events leading up to the bar room death. Mathilde insisted on a battle with her town's judicial champion in order to q…
GM: Johann and Tankred awkwardly step toward the door of Mathilde Manse. Their clothing sticking to their wet skin and in the Kaldzeit chill giving them the look of a freshly plucked hens. The wet hair pulled back and dripping down their spines didn't add to the look.
They know the man just inside the door speaking franticly with Mathilde and several of her house guard. He holds two cast iron pans, one in each hand, and is shouting about an elf and drunkard killing the newest hire of Mathilde, Jacque the Rat Gripper.
"Minding his own business he was! Skewered him, and his dog too! Just like before, but without cause I tell you! Murdered the wit…