WFRP: Groz Zorn (11th Sitting)

Thursday night was the eleventh sitting of our WarHammer 2e online campaign.

Mordrin Skorkinson, Giant Slayer. The giant he slayed was a 12 foot tall troglodyte. It counts.  He is also the bemoaner of the doom that got away. And, he is starting his hand in secrets and duplicity.

His chosen weapon is a magical two handed war-hammer taken from a slain priest of Sigmar. Don't fret; the priest deserved it.

My companions:
Tibalt - A Brettonian Knight
Udrin - A High Elf Scholar
Gustav - A Human Initiate of Verena
Ato - A Wood Elf Wizard Apprentice

Encounters and notes:
We began in a tavern called the Northern Pony. The town is 150 miles or so from where we should be. We were teleported here by advanced druchii magics.

The elf scholar may be bleeding to death, but all the knight and the dwarf care about are getting some drinks. 

We are joined in the Pony by a couple of High Elves pretending to be Wood Elves. Seriously, it makes no sense, but these are elves we're talking about. All elves look the same anyway, even the men and the women. 

The new elves wanted to go somewhere where the conversation would not be overheard. We went to a secure room in the back of the inn. The knight didn't come with us. Later, when we heard someone eavesdropping on our conversation through the wall, Mordrin used his hammer to see who it was. It was our party knight. The dwarf will not pay to have the wall fixed.

The elves offer to take us to their camp if we will share what we know about the powerful druchii magics/goings on. Usually this is not an offer that would interest Mordrin, but they did mention something about it being a perilous part of the forest. Oh, and they also slipped in something about daemons. Mordrin agreed to go immediately.

Before we left, Mordrin went to the temple of Verena with the Initiate, where he overheard that the initiate was actually an Investigator of Verena. Mordrin is keeping this little tidbit under his hat until it is of use to him. 

Mordrin is sent with a tome that the human says belongs to the druchii. Mordrin is to guard the tome while an acolyte brings it to a learned scholar in the building for translation. Mordrin tried to get the acolyte to read it, but she wouldn't bite. 

Upon arrival at the quarters of the learned scholar, Mordrin deftly avoided his inquisitions and brought the man to Gustav for details.  Mordrin is really getting the hang of this intrigue that his travel companions seem to like so well.


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