Chapter 03 Session 13 Wrap Up
Identity confirmed: The woman mopping outside Caroline’s room was Liesel Hartmann. The Sardinians restrained her and bundled her into a cupboard, tied and gagged. The rescue team did not search her — the theatre key remains on her person, undiscovered. Varrio was on the main assault team and never encountered her. The Liesel/Varrio/Brenner confrontation was bypassed entirely.
What Happened — Narrative Recap
The war council at the Heuriger Zum Rebstöckl had been going remarkably well, all things considered. Wine flowed, bread was passed, and a map was pinned to the trestle table with a bread knife while the lawyer Fischbein ensured every indemnity clause was legally sound. Captain Ferrante and his Sardinian mercenaries sat across from the Russians, and the plan to assault the University of Vienna was taking shape — right up until a bronze-scaled, wide-jawed creature crashed through the garden pergola, knocked a lantern onto the flagstones, and crouched atop the table with the patient, empty focus of something that used to be a person and had since moved on to far larger ambitions.
The chaos that followed was swift and brutal. Emma dove beneath the trestle table, and Varrio, Katherine, Georgiana, and Fischbein quickly joined her in the relative safety beneath the tablecloth. Ferrante, thinking fast, dragged a napkin through the spreading flames and advanced on the creature with fire in hand. Then Andrei Volkonsky, grizzled war veteran that he was, pulled the bread knife from the map and hurled it across the garden with deadly precision, burying it directly in the creature’s eye. Nikolai drew his pistol and fired a shot that echoed through the night air, and the beast barely had a moment to react before Freddy calmly raised his own weapon, looked down the barrel, and said, “This is for the Colonel.” The shot went through the creature’s remaining eye and straight into its brain, and the monster collapsed dead onto the table.
With the fire stomped out and the creature lying still, Varrio drew his sword and cut the thing open to examine its insides — a decision that sent a wave of revulsion through everyone present. The interior was unmistakably human in origin, a twisted arrangement of organs, though notably absent of lungs. Adrien was overcome entirely, the sight of viscera spilling across the table burning itself into his mind so deeply that he developed an immediate and profound aversion to meat. Ferrante, surveying the ruin of the garden, announced that his price had just doubled, and Fischbein was already scribbling the amendment into the contract before the words had finished leaving Ferrante’s mouth.
Freddy and Adrien made their way to the Palais Kinsky to check on Charlotte Thorne and the Hartley family. They found Charlotte annoyed and restless, frustrated at being left behind with only the hovering Pemberton for company, while upstairs, Mr. Hartley answered the door with his collar undone and the look of a man who had been worrying himself to pieces. Adrien’s attempts at reassurance went poorly — his mention of “singing” only deepened Mr. Hartley’s distress — but Freddy stepped in with calm authority, explaining that a military-backed rescue mission was being organized, and the relief on the older man’s face was immediate. Pemberton, for his part, insisted on joining the mission, and he prepared himself with a medical bag, a hat, and a cane, wearing the expression of a man who had said “okay” when he very much meant anything but.
On the walk back to the safe house, Nell fell into step beside Katherine, pressing her for the truth about what they were dealing with. Katherine did not prevaricate for long — she told Nell plainly that the creatures they had encountered were made from pieces and parts of human beings, assembled into something monstrous. Nell went quiet for a long moment, then said “okay” in a voice that was doing a great deal of heavy lifting. Varrio, meanwhile, was drawn off course by the scent of thick Turkish coffee drifting from a night kitchen near the Naschmarkt, and he returned to the group with a tray of ceramic cups layered with honey and cream, enough for everyone including the coachmen.
Back at the safe house, the party divided its efforts. Bauer was moved to the top floor and tied to a bed at his own request, and Freddy and Pemberton kept him company while he talked — casually, almost cheerfully — about grave robbing, carved-up bodies, and faked invoices for body parts delivered to Professor Herzfeld at the university. Thomas settled Emma onto the parlor sofa and stationed himself nearby, quietly maneuvering until her feet were resting in his lap, and he seemed entirely content with that arrangement. Georgiana and Adrien descended to the basement with the De Vermis Mysteriis, the Liber Ivonis, and Marina’s notebook, and they set to work.
The counter-ritual was painstaking and dangerous. Adrien read aloud from the counter-frequency passages while Georgiana cross-referenced the two ancient texts, using the knowledge she had gained from the Revelations of Gla’aki to bridge the gaps. When the theoretical framework was sound, she took the tuning fork in hand and imposed her will upon it, forcing its harmonic to shift from the frequency it had been built to carry to the inversion note that would create destructive interference against Herzfeld’s machine. The effort was immense, and as the fork’s vibration changed beneath her fingers, a vision crashed into her mind: an operating theater deep beneath the university, victims wired into a great machine with their mouths open and their eyes closed, lungs bellowing in terrible synchronization, and a brain sealed inside a copper and glass case mounted on top. Herzfeld stood gaunt and calm at the center of it all, a tuning fork in his own hand, waiting. Georgiana came back to herself shaken but certain — the counter-ritual would work, and she needed to be inside the university for it to matter.
The chaos upstairs interrupted the night’s preparations when Pemberton, pushed past his limit by Bauer’s casual recounting of horrors, snapped entirely and launched himself across the room at the tied-up prisoner. Freddy moved to intercept him and fumbled badly, taking an elbow directly to the face for his trouble. Katherine, arriving at a run from the floor below, grabbed a pitcher of water and threw it over Pemberton, who came back to his senses sputtering and deeply apologetic. The rest of the party crowded into the doorway to find the scene in complete disarray, and Bauer, still tied to the bed, demanded that someone get the madman off of him.
In the pre-dawn dark, the party assembled and split into their two groups. The rescue team — Adrien, Katherine, Nell, and the Sardinian mercenaries under Ferrante — would enter through the back of the university and make for Caroline’s room. The main assault team — the Russians, Georgiana, Emma, Thomas, Freddy, and Varrio — would enter through the front after Bauer paid off the guards. Thurner and Pemberton were assigned as lookouts. Bauer managed to dismiss the rear guards without incident, but the side guards grew suspicious and drew their weapons. Freddy left the entire remaining sum of money on the ground, told the guards coolly that he would be letting the boss know how much they had taken, and walked away — and the guards, deciding the money was too good to refuse, took it and ran.
At the front, the main team arrived to find the guards still in place and no sign of Freddy’s group. Varrio stepped forward, threw a substantial sack of cash at the guards’ feet, and let the assembled wall of armed Russians behind him make the rest of the argument. The guards took the money and left without a word. Both teams entered the university, and the moment they crossed the threshold, the air changed — a low, resonant vibration set teeth on edge and hummed through the stone walls, the unmistakable sign that Herzfeld’s ritual had already begun. Varrio, his sanity already worn thin, became suddenly and completely convinced that Georgiana was a traitor who had sold them out, and he grabbed her arm and tried to drag her back toward the door before the Russians physically restrained him. He came back to himself after a moment, mortified, and the group pressed on.
Georgiana struck the tuning fork against the stone rim of a courtyard fountain as they ran, and for a brief, strange moment, all sound around them went muffled and flat — their footsteps silenced, the vibration interrupted, the ritual knocked briefly off its rhythm. In the back corridors, the rescue team found a woman mopping the hallway outside Caroline’s room; the Sardinians moved quickly to silence and restrain her, and Adrien recognised her as someone he had seen speaking with Varrio at the Imperial reception. The lock on Caroline’s door yielded to Katherine’s skilled hands, and the door swung open to reveal an empty cot, a wash basin, and a set of empty restraints. Caroline was already gone.
The main assault team fought their way through the south wing lobby, where two fanatical student guards were disarmed and intimidated into fleeing by the combined presence of Emma’s disarming greeting, Andrei’s cold authority, Nikolai’s dual pistols, and Varrio’s pointed suggestion that they reconsider their life choices. In the back corridors, Ferrante shot one student guard without hesitation, and the other was frightened into flight. Both teams converged on their respective stairwells and began their descent, the rescue group winding down into ancient Roman tunnels beneath the university — narrow, damp, pitch-black passages worn smooth by centuries of footsteps — while the main team climbed to Herzfeld’s office.
The office door opened to a shot that went wide, and Thomas crossed the room in three strides and knocked the student inside unconscious with a single punch. The desk was buried under loose pages of musical notation and anatomical diagrams, and among the bookshelves, Emma found a hidden mechanism — a click, and one of the bookcases swung open to reveal a secret passage leading downward. Georgiana gathered a handful of letters and papers from the desk, but there was no time to read them. Then the harmonics in the air shifted and deepened, and a new sound joined the vibration — the sound of voices, synchronized and hollow, rising from somewhere far below. Herzfeld’s ritual was back on track, and it was progressing.
Memorable Moments
Andrei Volkonsky hurls a knife across the chaos of the garden ambush and buries it directly in the creature’s eye, stunning the monster before it can act.
The creature had just crashed through the pergola and crouched on the table when the grizzled Russian war veteran threw his map-pinning knife with deadly precision.
“This is for the Colonel.” — Freddy
Calmly aiming at the blinded creature, Freddy fired a shot through its remaining eye and into its brain, killing it instantly.
“My price just doubled.” — Captain Ferrante
Delivered immediately after the party killed a supernatural monster at the war council dinner, with Fischbein already scribbling on the contract.
Georgiana receives a psychic vision of Herzfeld’s operating theater — victims wired into a machine, mouths open, lungs bellowing in unison, and a brain sealed in a copper and glass case — as she successfully retunes the tuning fork.
The vision came as feedback from the fork itself during the counter-ritual, revealing the full horror of what the party is about to face.
Pemberton, a mild-mannered gentleman, completely loses his composure after hearing Bauer’s casual descriptions of grave robbing and launches himself across the room to attack the tied-up prisoner, elbowing Freddy in the face in the process.
Freddy fumbled his attempt to intercept Pemberton, accidentally pulling at him and taking an elbow to the nose for his trouble.
The rescue team breaks into Caroline’s room to find only an empty cot, a wash basin, and empty restraints — she has already been moved deeper into the university.
The discovery forces the rescue team to abandon their primary objective and push deeper into the tunnels toward the theater.
Varrio suddenly becomes convinced that Georgiana is a traitor and attempts to drag her back out of the university, requiring the Russians to physically restrain him before he snaps back to his senses.
A bout of paranoid insanity triggered by the unnatural vibrations of Herzfeld’s ritual, with Varrio’s already-fragile sanity pushed over the edge the moment they entered the building.