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Warhammer Fantasy (WG)- Witch Hunger Captain Part 3 by Sulla or Westmetal

Aug 24th, 2022 (edited)
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  1. Credit to Sulla or Westmetal
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  3. "Witch Hunter Captain,
  4. While I always bow to your authority and expertise, I do so only under protest. A noble lady of the Empire I may be, but I am a trained witch hunter of the Silver Hammer. I was trained by the best swords men in the Empire and have fought Orcs, Norscans and Beastmen before, living off the land in the hard conditions of the Drakwald.
  5. Traveling to the Moot disguised as a noble woman in a luxurious wain was not necessary. It should have taken only two weeks of hard riding to reach my target but the slow wagon made it take nearly two months! Further, providing me with so many scandalous dresses in the latest fashions was not necessary.
  6. Pride in my slender waist, long legs and high breasts has always been a sin for me. A gown cut to my navel and slit to my hip does nothing but make me feel prideful.
  7. Just as so many servants indulged nothing but sloth, the private Halfling chef was very skilled and the maids who dressed me every morning were a joy to gossip with but were vain, silly girls much prone to giggling whenever they dressed me. The laundress and seamstress were simply a waste, although I did enjoy their skills given how badly that the laundresses of the Lady Von Bov shrank and broke my older clothes during my stay there.
  8. But, I do not write this as a list of complaints. We did at long last reach the Moot, that happy, over protected land of the Halflings. Fields of wheat thicker than the hair on a maiden's head stretch on forever and every tree seems to almost groan with fruit. The halflings are short, silly folk, much given to excitement and over eating. Some of them are wider than they are tall! And after attending a few of their dinners I can see why, course follows course follows course.
  9. But again I digress.
  10. Being told that I would interview a Vampire, one of the aristocracy of the Night, was quite alarming to me. Such creatures should be staked and burned immediately, as the Holy Cult of Sigmar teaches. How the halflings had captured such a creature baffled me, for the Vampires are dangerous beyond anything but the greatest champions of the Dark Gods. I was especially shocked to find the creature's prison was located in a large, comfortable looking home set in the main square of Eicheschatten, with the doors hanging wide open and a constant stream of happily chatting halfling wives entering with full stew pots and leaving with empty ones.
  11. My servants had misplaced my weapons at some point, making me depend on the rather excellent if silent guards you'd sent along with me. Just as they had lost my official witch hunter uniform, making me conduct the interrogation a trailing green gown fitted with a corset that took all three of my maids to lace up it was so complicated. But when I saw my prisoner I immediately lost all sense of fear.
  12. Indeed, as I saw the great bulk of pale flesh stretched out on a flattened bedspread in front of me, a giant bed of a wobbling belly stretching out well past almost vestigial legs I laughed so hard the laces of my corset began to fray! The vampire, this undead monster, turned its swollen head, jowls dragging along its flabby chest, and began to cry at its humiliation! It took long minutes of the monstrosity being fed puddings and tarts for it to cease its weeping and begin to tell how it had come to such a pathetic state.
  13. By her own words, Adela of Couronne was a grand beauty of the Brettonian Court some four hundred years ago. Daughter of a powerful noble, she was a svelte and delicate thing: with pale features and long black hair. Her waist was waspish, her arms slim and her legs tiny. Even when she reached the age of her majority she was extremely lean, her beauty a thing of hard angles and a teasing manner backed by a sharp wit. She was a hit in the knightly court, flirting endlessly and becoming something of a socialite, well read and clever.
  14. But alas, she was a Brettonian noble woman. Even in the Empire, save for those few noble women who have the discipline to take up a life of arms and dedication such as myself, the role of a noble girl is to be a noble wife and Adela was married off to a cruel knight who quickly got her with child. Unfortunately the child was a girl, meaning Adela was made pregnant again and again, delivering over fifteen children, all of them girls. At eighteen she had been slim and cocquettish, at thirty three she was bloated and fat, made weak and older than her years by so many children. Once small breasts had become drooping pillow cases, her svelte waist had become a great bag of dough hanging to her knees and her girlish hips had widened until they knocked tapestries from the walls of her husband's castle.
  15. Having become a fat sow of a woman, relegated to the dining tables at feast where the other over weight matrons gorged, the greying Adela's dark eyes alighted on her husband leaving the ball with a much younger, slimmer woman. Furious and without recourse, Adela easily listened to the whispers of another woman at court.
  16. This was Mahaut, an exotic woman rumored to be the Duke of Giscard's mistress who whispered to Adela of a way to both avenge herself on her husband and reclaim her spent youth and beauty. Mahaut was of course a Lamian Vampire, those cruel and catty manipulators, who gave Adela the Vampire's kiss upon the fat mother agreeing to serve her.
  17. I will not bore you with the details of Adela's long unlife ever since, moving through courts from Estalia to Kislev as an eternally young, eternally beautiful seductress serving her mistress' will. It was a horrible story told by a sinner but it becomes important to my theory.
  18. Adela was bid to infiltrate a cult of the dark gods, a cult called the Silver Mirror, surely in parody of our own august order. The vampire's squeaky, pathetic voice lisped that the Silver Mirror was known to court the finest and most promising beauties, corrupting them into sloth, decadence and obesity. Their finest features and talents are destroyed and they never realize that they are being swollen into humiliating parodies of themselves!
  19. It took me long several days to learn this, having to spend it alongside the vampire as the constant train of food was brought to her. The Halflings were burning their sweet smelling weed as an incense to keep the vampire fully sedated, as if a ton of lard didn't pin her down, and it often made me feel light headed and dizzy, time often passing without me realizing it. The weakness stays with me still, my thoughts drag and my stomach often complains of hunger even right after a meal. My maids insist I rest most of the day and try and distract me by buying me new dresses all the time, dears that they are.
  20. Adela told me that the cult was led by a wedded pair of Imperial nobles who were staying here in the Moot. She soon found herself in their bed, the cultists kind and complimentary, insisting that the woman paint her. That painting hung directly in front of Adela, showing a girlish beauty with knowing dark eyes and almost painfully slim features, posing nude and wearing only a sheet.
  21. Adela was chained with silver and fed, fed gallons and gallons of sweet blood. Vampires need feed only every few weeks and only a few sips she confessed, but the cultists were feeding her gallons of blood every day. And not human blood either, but the blood of fattened pigs taken directly from the great slaughter yards of the Moot.
  22. Layer after layer of fat padded over the slim vampire: her ribs and hip bones disappeared as she grew soft and cuddly, her face disappearing into what was at first a cherubically soft face. Dazed and confused, she was bid to take the same pose while the female cultist, a dashingly pretty woman, painted Adela again. The vampire ranted and hissed, promising revenge that the cultists merely mocked.
  23. The process repeated again and again, the Vampire becoming fatter and weaker. Every drooping, sagging pound she'd gained centuries ago returned. Blood was replaced with real food and Adela found herself eating actual sustenance for the first time in centuries. Her appetite was uncontrollable and she began eating on her own in a horrible feast of mad gluttony, that her host mockingly recorded for history.
  24. Fully a score of these paintings were stored with the Vampire and they were hauntingly perfect. They catch the eye, her expression going from haughty and confident to angry to pure humiliation.
  25. After nearly a year of this behavior, Adela was alive again. Her heart beat and blood flowed through her veins, her long life of immortal beauty swapped for a short existence of immobile obesity. The noble paid a great deal of money to the owner of the house he had rented and to a dozen bakeries, chop houses, inns and restaurants to constantly feed the now living woman until nature takes its course. She cannot stand under her own power and tormented as she was by the painting before her, I thought leaving her here was the best punishment.
  26. I will stay here in the moot and investigate this noble man and his wife. This may take some time, I have only my maids as assistants and they are of little use beyond tending to me during my frequent tired spells. They are indeed kindly girls but their fear of the undead makes them insist on burning halfling weed incense day and night. Whenever I promise them that I will defend them they break into giggling fits, the silly things.
  27. Yours, Witch Hunter Caronell."
  28. Witch Hunter Captain Von Voltmartz smiled, remembering his wife's skillful painting of the arrogant vampire as the Lamian was fattened into humiliating uselessness, her perfection offered up to Slaanesh as a willing sacrifice. He longed to see the new Caronell but that would wait. Let her stew in the Moot a bit before he went her to his wife in Marienberg...
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