Doolifookt

Session 10

The First Annual Stilton Harvest Festival

PCs: Zemya (Nicole), Lulabelle (Cessie)

NPCs: Mr. Bobo, Brie Stilton, Corin and Dorin Ironvein, Hugdish, Pfen, Lonk, Quip, Taelin

Chronology: Two days after Session 9

Notes: The session opened to this intro.

You dream of the library, standing in the pillared entranceway, which instead of being pitch black with thick, cloudy water hampering your vision, is now brightly lit by magical lamps on the walls and hovering lights adorning an imaginary chandelier, which illuminate every colorful detail of the now-unflooded room. Your view shifts, angling up to view the ceiling, on which is a vibrant map of the library, and where once was the worn remains of illegibile runescript is now illuminated words: “Hall of Relics.” “Linguistics and Reference.” “Research in Progress.” “Office of the Curator.” You seem to be viewing the library from someone else’s eyes.

You also see numerous people of two distinct races in the room. One of them tall and slender, with fine, delicate features, long ears; dark hair hanging loose. They wear thin, shimmering robes, and numerous ornate earrings. The other race is short and powerfully built, with blood red hair and beards, braided and heavily ornamented. They wear leather, and their fingers are adorned with thick, heavy rings of gold, silver, and jewels. Both races mill about the library, conversing and reading and laughing and writing…

The unknown watcher walks to the rear of the room and ascends the right-hand staircase, walking past shelves of books, whole and well-cared for. One of the stone guardians of the library can be seen standing stock still between parallel shelves, waiting patiently for his duties to resume.

A peal of laughter from outside wakes you.

Zemya and Lulabelle, realizing they both dreamed of the library, asked Mr. Bobo about the significance. Mr. Bobo conceded he didn’t know what they meant, but conjectured that by continuing to research the books, they may learn more about the old civilization.

A knock at the door interrupted their brainstorming, and Mr. Bobo quickly explained that he had volunteered both himself and the elemental staff to assist with the festival. Brie Stilton silently (but happily) collected Mr. Bobo and the elemental staff and set off into the crowd of people.

Outside, people had lined the main road of the town with blankets and carts and stalls, each offering various peasant dishes served free of charge to anyone walking by. Zemya and Lulabelle ventured out into the streets to sample the fare offered, including

  • a stew that looked like dinner, but smelled like pancakes being simmered in several large pots by a male gnome in an over-sized chefs hat at a stall large enough for humans; and
  • very thin, but hardy sandwiches being served at a cart parked in front of a tent by a male dwarf in a hair[-and-beard] net (who, upon further inspection, turned out to be Corin, and, when asked for a sandwich, turned back to the tent to give the order, which was immediately followed by a full minute of ear-splitting hammering); which led the PCs to the conclusion that
  • the town they live in is weird.

Laborers and their families filled the street. The two spotted a pair of children across the street at a stall, one in a wide-brimmed hat, and one with golden sausage curls, sampling one of the peasant dishes before disappearing behind the crowd.

Out of force of habit, the PCs checked the Adventurer’s Board and found a rundown of the day’s events:

[On fancy colored paper in small block lettering] Lonk’s Discount Adventurers Goods is proud to present “A Daye in the Liffe of an Adventurere.” Show off your talents at numerous testing stations! Beat the stuffing out of our animated straw dummy! Scurry up our climber’s wall to escape the dangerous dungeon vermin!

[Written in ornamental script on thick scroll parchment bearing a phoenix watermark] Were you once a wise and just noble? Perhaps a hero who slew a terrible beast? Your past lives are laid bare before the great God of Reincarnation! Come for the free potions, stay for a consultation! (One potion per person, please!)

[In sloppy handwriting with ink blots smeared across the crumpled page] FLw3Rz anD Pl4nTz wITh HUdGiSh

[Printed on thin, smooth paper] A pie-eating contest sponsored by the Stiltons will be held this evening in front of the Wilting Pony.

Zemya and Lulabelle first visited Hugdish by the Stiltons’ farm, where they found a gorgeous assortment of arranged flowers and a picturesque cornucopia on display, much to the amazement of the women in attendance. Hugdish gifted Zemya with a small basket of flowered collars for her swarm and Lulabelle with a hair-clipped corsage. He thanked them for saving the orcs, jokingly challenged them to the Stiltons’ pie-eating contest later in the day (which Lulabelle accepted), and offered to share a bit of his special crop with them afterward. At the PCs’ request, Hugdish also made a smaller flower wreath and another flowered collar, which were given to Brie (who blushed and smiled brightly) and Mr. Bobo (who had to be held down by lizards).

The two joined the PCs to visit Pfen at his nearly completed temple. The self-proclaimed god was tracing the palm lines of the innkeeper’s daughter, reading her past lives, telling her she had previously been an elvish princess from the Moonshae Isle, noble and wise, and before that a pegasus, proud and fair. This drew pointed snorts of derision from Zemya.

Once the reading was complete, Zemya and Lulabelle insisted that Pfen read the past lives of Mr. Bobo. After an odd exchange seemingly in his head, Pfen indicated that it would be best if they were to discuss it at another time, in private. Mr. Bobo scoffed and refused in no uncertain terms, questioning the legitimacy of both the god’s information and his lineage. When asked if he could divulge what he saw, Pfen declined, citing it to be Mr. Bobo’s decision. Instead, Pfen read the past lives of Zemya (who had been a lizard, a bear, and numerous other great predators of the animal kingdom) and Lulabelle (which gave him a powerful headache).

Next they visited Lonk, who had set up behind LDAGs. The diminutive elf was fitting an elven male with overstuffed padded armor and stuffing straw back into a scarecrow holding a wooden sword. The PCs, along with a score of cheering onlookers, watched as the boisterous elf charged the scarecrow, only to get struck in the head by the animated straw man, which sent hails of laughter through the crowd. At Lonk’s request for another challenger, Zemya offered, which hushed the crowd (and terrified the scarecrow).

In a hushed conversation as he strapped her into the padded armor, Lonk told Zemya the scarecrow was just a very rudimentary straw golem used in training and that she would demolish it. When Zemya offered to take a dive, Lonk had a flash of inspiration and started calling for bets. The crowd, to a man, put their money on Zemya.

Zemya, for her part, put on a good show of feinting and sparring, then set herself up to get clocked firmly on the head (2 subdual damage), which she used to fall to the ground, inciting the crowd to boos. One of the lizards, the one named Jesus specifically, crawled atop her head, glowed briefly but brightly, and healed her (0 subdual damage). Having no choice but to get back up, Zemya took another pulled swing at the straw golem, but knocked its head off, costing Lonk about 30g in bets. To soften the blow, Zemya proudly declared that all her equipment was purchased from Lonk’s.

Back out on the main street, the PCs knocked on Miss Swiss’s door, but received no reply. They mused briefly on where the halfling might be, but their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a nixie’s voice mixed in with the hubbub. Lulabelle spotted Quip and Taelin walking among the townspeople and ran up to meet them, but slowed when she bumped into the child with the wide-brimmed hat and the other with the golden sausage curls. The two looked up at her with the ugliest, scaliest faces ever seen on a child, then bolted down the road. Zemya, spotting them as kobolds in disguise, gave chase, catching up to them outside the Stiltons’ farm. After a very brief interrogation, the kobolds admitted to coming up with the plan because they saw the activity around the town and wanted to eat big-folk food. Zemya accepted this, but threatened to hunt them down if anything happened at the festival.

Treasure acquired: Arranged flowers +2

XP awarded: None

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