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.