| Name | Valdric Vollbrecht | ||
|---|---|---|---|
| Race | Human | ||
| Age | 24 years old | ||
| Birthplace | Averland, Averheim | ||
| Patron God | Sigmar | ||
| Gender | male | ||
| Star Sign | The Gloaming | ||
| Marks | 50% | ||
| Height | 5'11'' | Weight | 135 lbs |
| Hair | black | Eyes | grey |
| Total Experience | 1500 | Spent Experience | 1500 |
| Previous Careers | Apprentice Wizard | Current Career | Journeyman Wizard |
| Miscellaneous | Patrons: Akademie der Magie zu Altdorf, Grauer Orden Graf von Kaufmann Freiherr von Aschaffenberg Doom: The Gods will strike thee down. Membership: Sozietät der Sonne | ||
| Wer | Wo |
|---|---|
| Eberlinus | ??? |
| Grimmbart | geht gerade ins Prospektus |
| Luthor | geht gerade ins Prospektus |
| Rupold | auf dem Weg zum Ulricstempel |
| Valdric | wartet vor dem Prospektus; versteckt |
| Wer | 1. Angriff ! | 2. Konfrontieren ! | 3. Investigation ! |
|---|---|---|---|
| Ebelinus | |||
| Grimmbart | |||
| Luthor | |||
| Rupold | ist schon weg | ||
| Valdric | x | ||
| Zeit | Bemerkung |
|---|---|
| T - 30min | Eberlinus rennt Hartsott hinterher, die gerade den Halben Mann verlassen hat |
| T - 20min | Hartsott kommt beim Prospektus an Eberlinus beobachtet die Gaststätte |
| T - 10min | Der Rest der Gruppe kommt beim Prospektus an Diskussion über weiter Vorgehensweise |
| T - 5min | Rupold macht sich auf den Weg zum Ulricstempel Luthor, Grimmbart und Grunrun betreten das Prospektus Eberlinus und Valdric bleiben draußen |
| T - 2min | |
| T | JETZT |
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(Ashes of Middenheim, der Apprentice Wizard hat das Buch von Granny Moescher mitgehen lassen, ich wollte, dass es übergeben wird wegen Angst Hexenjäger usw. Wollte die Dame absolut nicht, hat Schreiben der Akademien der Magie präsentiert usw. usw. Außerdem war sie Adlige und hat einen auf dicke Hose gemacht (ich war ein Thief). Dazu noch der Bretonische Knight Errant ,der auch Adlig war und noch viel dickere Hose gemacht hat.... kurz: die Spieler/Charakter waren nicht gleich, sondern mehr so Chef und Diener... darauf hatte ich keinen Bock und Magie war zu gewöhnlich, nicht Dark Fantasy...)
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You wake to the muffled moans of Father Odo, who sits straight as a rod on his blanket, seeming staring at something to his left.
”No!”, he utters in anguish, raising his arms to protect himself.
”They are being slaughtered, women and children, they try to flee to the west, but the frenzied warriors hack away at them like a peasant reaping wheat. No, they keep the children, oh the poor children, they chain them in cruel iron manacles, dragging them off to the east, back to the old watchtower from whence they came.”, Odo sobs uncontrollably.
Then Odo slumbs again.
It’s during Eckhardt’s and Eugen’s watch that Odo starts to rave, tossing around in his blanket, completely in thrall of yet another horrifying vision.
Some of the party awake to a distressed and muffled scream of Odo.
”No, no, NOOOooo !”, the old priest moans in torment. ”I see that watch tower again. The cruel warrior and his minions have taken the children there… raping… torturing… mangling… maiming. How can they do this to children. Oh Shallya have mercy. So many die and they just laugh. He, the master, the red horned one, he drags a child up the steep stairs, carrying her by her hair, up to the battlements. She screams, wailing, begging him to let her go. They reach the top, there are spears arranged along the merlons… argh… they’ve spitted the corpses to display them to their enemies… “, blood is oozing from the blind eyes of Odo. He tries to turn his head, muttering ”Oh Lord, why do you show me this sick cruelty… I can’t close my eyes… I can’t turn away… I have to see it all, there’s no escape.”, the Ulrican weeps and moans, starting to shake vehemently. He claws at his eyes, as if he wants to rip them out, to do anything to escape these visions. Barely you can contain him, there’s more strength in his arms than you would have thought, the strength of desperation. ”He lifts her up, not even needing to struggle in the slightest… so strong… argh… he impales her on the spear… I see from her eyes, she looks to the hills in the distance, the sun is hanging low over the hill tops, there’s a red sparkle there, as if the sun reflects off something. Her eyes flutter… Shallya, mercy, pleeeaaaasse… so long until she is finally dead… hearing the manical laughter of her nemesis for the whole ordeal… It’s over…”, Odo weeps uncontrollably.
On one of the spears you can find the remains of a pelvis, clearly of a child, which must have been spitted upon it, just like in the vision of Odo. You have to swallow as a lump forms in your throat imagining the cruelty that has occurred here. As you look closer you notice a piece of reddish cloth – long bleached by the sun, rain and wind – which is bound around some kind of fist-sized wooden spheroid with a leather cord.
You scan the western horizon, looking for that reddish glimmer that Odo spoke about.
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