Feuerstelle
GM TEXT: [Glory lets out a startled cry, cutting your sentence short. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her wheel to face something behind you.
All at once, the room fills with a slaughterhouse smell, a smell like blood and bile and feces. The stench of an abattoir.]
GM TEXT: [As you turn, you catch sight of something *sliding* into the world.
It looks like a charred man, with a pair of tortured faces where its shoulders should be. The thing burns like a Roman candle, spitting white-hot sparks in a fiery plume. An oily substance runs down between its dangling legs and spatters onto the floor, and where those drips land, they burn.]
—“Harrow’s Manifesto,” Shadowrun: Dragonfall – Director’s Cut
GM TEXT: [The body of the thing that attacked you begins to dissolve at the moment of death.
As you watch, its tissues break down into a growing slick of bubbling pitch and rendered fat.]
PLAYER: What the hell was that?!
GLORY: Something from another place.
[Glory stares at the remains of the creature, now a dark stain on the library’s floorboards.]
Like I said outside: the boundaries between the physical world and astral space are weak here. Things can come through.
PLAYER: I believe you. Let’s clear out before it happens again.
GLORY: [She nods.]
Let’s get the hell out of here. We need to keep moving anyway.
—“From Another Place,” Shadowrun: Dragonfall – Director’s Cut
HEART OF FEUERSTELLE: [The spirit cackles.]
<Very well, child. If pain is what you seek, we will bring it to you.>
[Beneath its leathery skin, the thing’s bones begin to shift, straining against the ligaments and tendons that bind them. A hideous cracking sound fills the air as its skeleton splinters and pops.]
GM TEXT: [As you watch, the spirit’s body begins to rupture. Great lesions open up in the creature’s chest and back, and its rib cage cracks from some horrible internal pressure.
The spirit’s chest heaves, and a foul liquid pours from the rips in its flesh. A flash of light stabs your eyes, and when your vision clears, you find three identical spirits floating before you.]
HEART OF FEUERSTELLE: <DEATH COMES IN MANY FORMS, CHILD.>
[The fluttering sensation in your chest grows into a rasping pain that steals the breath from your lungs. It feels like you’re being eaten alive.]
<YOURS WILL BE SWIFT AND BRUTAL.>
—“The Heart of Feuerstelle,” Shadowrun: Dragonfall – Director’s Cut
