The New World

Session 52

Session 52 – Monday 12th December 2011 – by Frithhill and Crowtribe

Elapsed time – 541 days real time, 399 days game-time (10th September 1603?)

Location – A respectable hostelry in one of the more reputable parts of the East Bank of Sante- Gènèvieve

(Farewell Manfred von Blut, we hardly knew thee. The company now stands in dread as GunslingerElite prepares to build a better salaud. Manfred was a uniquely interesting and frustrating opponent, who has, at various times, had us all wondering how to stop him. It turns out the answer was to pincer movement him, with a side occupied by an inns counter barring his mobility , then stabbing him in the chest with a boar spear, pinning his foot to the floor with a bastard sword, head-butting him unconscious from behind (while wearing a visored steel salet), and cutting his head off with a falchion when he fell down. His mobility and lack of fear of injury, borne of a supernatural resilience were alarming. He represents a high water mark.

In this session, the picaroons shut themselves in the inn of a village as yet engulfed by the sprawl of Sainte-Génévieve, while Melchior Browne arranged the lease of a funk-hole in the suburbs, outside the walls; an apartment above a butchers shop, in a rookery in the district of the slaughterhouses and tanneries. Guy des Chiens went out and found a puppy for Thomas Rede. It’s name is Cerberus, which may prove that Thomas has listened to at least some part of the torrent of verbage, gerunds and classical allusions which pour from Melchior.

Melchior also spied out people who might assist in the return of Princess Magritte to the bosom of her home and family. This is of course the royal household. The chosen helper is Jean-Marc Despard, an officer of the Royal Guard.

The Frog-Man was stranger, Mister Kilminster and Thorgeld the Wise were more deceptive. (It was not stated in the adventure log at the time but Thorgeld successfully manipulated the group into fratricide, a fact which was unsuspected until after the deed was done, and which was a salutory lesson). Red Jack Stavros is more terrible, but Manfred von Blut was truly a luminary. Vale.)

Manfred von Blut attempted to waylay our merry band, setting a stable attached to their inn alight. Suspecting treachery, Thomas and Guy prepared themselves and attacked their tormentor first. A back and forth battle raged between the combatants with no clear upper hand, until Thomas laid a telling blow, pinning the Gerheim assassin to the floor, and rattling his brain with a strike from his head, leaving him at Guy’s mercy, of which of course, there is none.

Comments

Yeah, I’m gonna miss him.

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This puts me in mind of Carpe Jugulum, where the various methods of vampires from different regions could be rather odd: “I believe that in Glitz you have to fill their mouth with salt, hammer a carrot into both ears, and then cut off their head.”

Whereas in our case: “It turns out the answer was to pincer movement him, with a side occupied by an inns counter barring his mobility , then stabbing him in the chest with a boar spear, pinning his foot to the floor with a bastard sword, head-butting him unconscious from behind (while wearing a visored steel salet), and cutting his head off with a falchion when he fell down.”

Lucky we were able to stumble upon that one, really.

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I did actually put silver coins over his eyes and in his mouth, while Thomas went to throw the head into a nearby burning barn (a distraction engineered by Manfred), but did a u-turn upon realising the residents of the town and inn were outside fighting said fire.

It may have been what we call “conspicuous” to be strolling around with a severed head.

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I think Thomas carrying the headless corpse past the bucket line to the burning barn (along with the severed head), might have made been a little “conspicuous”.

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I was playing Thomas’ cognitve limitations. He was dragging Manfreds headless trunk by the top its’ back-plate, but it is a lot more difficult to make one hundred and fifty pounds (of incombustible and relatively incombustible matter) disappear entirely than you would think. And he left the head behind. Then I had him realize that the whole thing was was impractical. The end result was a messy and dis-organized crime scene, much as you would expect.

It would be some three hundred and fifty years until the Mafia would get it down to neat procedure. They solved the issue with plastic painters drop-cloths in the sound proofed basements, silenced-firearms and real-estate developments they had the contracts to supply the cement for and pour the mixed concrete in, through labour-racketeering. Slightly longer yet if you wanted industrial waste barrels and a solution made with dishwasher tablets.

At least the head has obvious uncanny features. The local residents might put a slightly different construction on the situation. Given the historical werewolf hysteria in
France and Germany during the eighteenth (and possibly seventeenth) century, they might be disposed to assign fault to the decedent.

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