[WFRP 2e] Renegade Princeps 53

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)

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 everyone in it. The elf's clothing hangs loosely from her body, returned to its proper, pre-gluttonous proportions. Tankred turns his head to vomit.

Vaervenshyael notices the power stone has burned out of the coin pouch and is sitting on the floor. "Well, there's your stone...and I'm not hungry anymore." She asks Black Thom for something to change into.

Nearby, the table holding the other power stones is unaffected by the viscous explosion. Maximillian picks up the stone, helps Azmir pull a sheet which had been covering the other stones from off the table, places the new stone down, and again covers the sheet over everything. Tankred heads out the door. Johann and Wilhelm were not far behind. "Let's go have a drink, Wilhelm. The first pint is on me."

Black Thom grabs a tool and starts sweeping/squeegeeing fat from off the manor porch. Vaervenshyael drops her ruined, baggy clothes, wraps up in a robe, and heads to her domicile. There she unpacks and then finds a scaly spot on her skin where the stone had burned her during the ritual. She treated it with honey and lard. Then she rests, with thoughts of reequipping for whatever project the Master of the Horse sets them to next.

Overnight, snow falls in the badlands.

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