[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 38

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

Key NPCs
Imaltrude - Female Knight and new ruler of Sulzerberg.

(Previous Notes)

The party arrived in Sulzerberg. The plinth was still toppled, never having been righted after the events that had caused it to fall. The many billboards from the plinth area had been collected to make what looked like fuel for a bonfire...or a burning.

The news from town is that they had found a witch, and they were going to burn her. She reportedly controlled dogs which foamed at the mouth. Imaltrude herself had hauled the woman out of an alley.

We stabled our horses in the very building where the witch was being held. All of us, excepting Tankred, stopped to look down the rustic oubliette holding the witch. Johann began questioning her intently, as he is wont to do.

The witch looked up, stated she recognized the elf, and spat a nasty wad of phlem out of the pit. Johann and Wilhelm were interested in how Vaervenshyael knew a witch. In a momentary air of companionship, she broke down her secretive facade and relayed the message of buying her poison from this very woman the last time the party was in town. The locals were very intolerant when Vaervenshyael had been asking about poison, and she didn't want word to spread that she knew the woman. This kind of trouble could delay the party's progress by days.

The humans wanted to argue about how to handle the witch, when the stableboy returned to see them standing over the hole. He made it known they were not supposed to be anywhere near the witch. Vaervenshyael made a snap decision, and cried out "she's casting a spell on us!" She then flipped open the grate, and jumped down into the hole. She asked the old woman "do you want this done quickly, or drawn out?" The old woman spit at the elf again, and Vaervenshyael ran her through the heart with a dagger.

The stableboy started an uproar that attracted the innkeeper. He ran outside, furious at the party for being anywhere near the witch. Vaervenshyael threw back her hood, stepped into the innkeeper's face, and told the man the witch had been casting a spell. Her very body language dared the man to argue with her.

The innkeeper and the rabble backing him up were sufficiently cowed. Vaervenshyael left them her story and the dead body, and she turned her mind to other things.

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