by Lyahdan » Mon Aug 20, 2018 5:34 pm
There is time somewhere in the days after the warehouse fight for a conversation. Probably in the rooms of one of the party members. Volker whittles stakes while he talks.
"I'm one of those cautionary tales they ought to tell you in the safehouses. The witch beat me because I went in on my own onto her ground. Didn't realize she had creatures made in there. So my one sword against several of her monstrosities and her own self? Those creatures weren't as fearsome, but that all was still too much for one man. Only survived because it suited her to keep me as an experiment. I've not doubt I'd have ended up stitched onto some unholy creation if I'd died before she left." He shakes his head, not liking to think about it. "As it is, I'm probably never regaining my full strength after lying sick with the concoctions she ran through me."
"If she hadn't been so focused on the sword and found it's maker in my journal, I wouldn't be here. But she up and left without a word when she found Herr Ganzorig's name and home. Took three days to convince her terrified servants she wasn't coming back and they could please release me. Had to bandage myself, but at least they untied me." He sets down a finished stake before picking up another branch.
"I'd take more people, or just burn her out of her home if I had it to do over. She strong. She's stitched together herself or something. Maybe some mad Hexenwork? But it makes her strong and fast, but crazed too. Might consider that a weakness. She focuses on one thing and all else is nothing. Destroying her will rid the earth of no small evil."