On The Road To Altdorf

This is a bit of fan fiction and fan art inspired by my WFRP campaign!!! Enjoy!

Ernst Heidleman made his way into his room at the inn, brooding. He rested his bag on the floor next to one of the beds and sat down with his book.

“Fucking whore…” the academic mumbled under his breath. “She was ready to show her tits to that fuc

king Bretonian fop even after he got caught cheating.”

He gnashed his teeth and got up, pacing the room in his frustration, “That river ape she’s with made a fool out of me. Put in a good word eh? He probably wants her for himself. He’s probably already had her. She’s probably fucked everyone in that room down there, even the halfling!”

Ernst went to the window and made sure it was secure, trying to get his mind off the blonde haired woman in the bar below. Satisfied with the window, he went back to the bed and sat down, collecting the bag and carefully laying the contents out, counting and inventorying them as he had done each night, all the while cursing the woman under his breath.

The young student inspected the vials, making sure the seals were still good and none of the precious elixir was leaking out, just as he had been instructed to do. For the briefest of moments he wondered what they were and how they would be used. He would learn soon enough, he told himself as he placed them back in his bag, one by one. He would learn a great many things.

Finally satisfied, he tucked the bag under the blanket and stared at the door for a long time. “She’s going to come knocking any minute.” he said out loud. Every fifteen minutes or so the man would get up and open the door, looking down the hall to see if she was coming. Each time he heard footsteps he would rush to the door, pressing his ear to the wood to see if they would stop. None did and more time passed.

Three hours later the realization set in that she wasn’t coming. He could feel the heat building in his scalp, thats how mad he was. “Who does she think she is?” The words were mumbled over and over until he couldn’t take it anymore. Gathering his bag and book he went back to the bar. As he thought, she wasn’t there. It cost him a few pieces of silver and the purchase of a bottle of wine, but the innkeeper told him what room she was in.

Moments later he was outside her door. Sweat covered his hands and he felt nauseous with nerves. He played the conversations over and over in his mind, but each time led to her spurning him again. That wouldn’t do. Ernst opened his bag and routed through it until he found a thin chain with a metal pendulum secured to its end. His eyes narrowed as he looked at it and a devious smile played across his lips.

He looked at the door again and let the pendulum dangle from his fingers. Though Ernst had never used it himself, he had seen if used, and it seemed a simple enough thing. Imagining the woman’s eyes following the ball as he swayed it before her caused his small cock stiffened in his pants. His imagination continued to play out a new scenarios as he fantasized about coaxing the tranced apprentice out of her clothes until she was naked before him. His heart beat faster now and his cock was out. He stroked it in his hand, chewing on his lip as he looked at the door, imagining the pleasures to come.

“What the fuck are you doing?” came a strong female voice from down the hall.

Ernst jumped, startled back to reality and quickly stuffed himself back into his pants. It was the noble woman’s bodyguard and she didn’t look one bit pleased.

“Are you tossing off? Is that what you’re doing? What a filthy little bugger you are!” she hissed at him as the academic covered his face, looking at the ground and hurried back to his room, slamming the door behind him.

Marie shook her head and watched in disgust as he scampered back to his room. “Don’t let me see your face again you mousy little pervert.” She took a few steps down the hall and knocked at another door. There was no answer. She knocked again.

“Who is it?” came a rough voice from the other side.

“The Lady says you’re making too much noise. Keep it down, or else.” she said sternly.

The door opened a crack and the boatman stood there, naked, not bothering to cover himself from the woman. “Or else what?” the man said with a smirk.

“Oh, I was hoping you’d say that…” she said, pushing him back into the room.