Session Six:
the party left Caer Winter Rose the day after the orgy. They proceeded on their path North unceremoniously. Along the trod, there was a broken bridge and some very unpleasant huge jumping spiders. Some were killed, mandibles and a leg and some spider silk were taken, and the party continued on their merry way. The next day, while camped on the trod, the satyr was keeping watch. A butterfly flitted past him, and very soon he was beset by demi-fae. They demanded to know what he was there for, called him a goat pooka, and put him to sleep. Nobody else woke up for their watches. Come morning, the Sword of Spring had disappeared. The satyr explained what he could remember. The eshu found it amusing in a cosmic kind of way, the sidhe wasn’t very ruffled, and the sluagh was deeply grieved. She repeatedly attacked the satyr, screaming at him as loudly as a sluagh can. They set a trap for butterflies (a bowl full of wine) and waited to be able to catch one. When one was caught, Cailean cast Willow Whisper and interrogated the poor thing. In the process, she introduced him to the concept of “creation” and thus sparked things going in the butterfly’s brain. She learned that there were little people everywhere, and that they liked sugar water and shiny things. The party set a trap for the little people. In her downtime, Cailean talked to the butterfly further and introduced it to the concepts of fire and death. The poor little butterfly exploded. The day was simply too emotionally stressful for Cailean and she curled up into a little ball. The trap (baited with a shiny fork) worked and Calistan nabbed a demi-fae sentry under a pot. The party eventually negotiated the Sword of Spring back in exchange for three feathers off of Polly. They rode off quickly. In the morning, the chimerical butterfly re-created himself with the ability to communicate with Cailean whether or not she cast Willow Whisper first and began to spread its newfound religion to the other butterflies. After a couple days of riding, the party came across a cave with skeletons across the front. The sluagh threw a rock inside, which actually hit something! Smoke billowed out, and she sent Tom (her butterfly companion) off to avoid being torched. The cave contained a wyvern, a pile of rubies, and a trapped churlichaun. The eshu fast-talked the wyvern into flying away under the pretense of being chosen to guard a castle for the Society of Chimerical History. The churlichaun was freed, and the pile of rubies (they’re actually dross) was looted. That night, the sluagh brought down a hellish water buffalo with five horns. It was pretty good buffalo. The night after, the churlichaun caught up with the group and demanded his dross back. The sluagh gave him five in exchange for her piece of mind, and the satyr gave him ten for a magic flute. The night after that, there was a CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH during Cailean’s watch. She woke the others… only to discover that it was a passing troll on his elephant. The sluagh apologized to the rest of the party for waking them. After this, they came across a very happy village. It was quite disturbing… Kissingtown, the happiest and most love-filled place in the Dreaming. Polly fell more deeply in love with Lady Caroline, Calistan and Beorn tagged a pair of identical twins, Sorne set up housekeeping with a leprechaun girl, and Lady Caroline bedded up with an eshu bartender. In a rather disturbing twist, Tom, who was already very fond of Cailean, fell head-over-heels for her and doted on her constantly even though the sluagh got together with a butterfly pooka. The storyteller said that Tom stayed with her all the time, but that’s okay because he wasn’t evolved enough to understand things like human sex. The party was in Kissingtown for ELEVEN MONTHS. Because they are House Fiona, and the house flaw is that they get into passionate affairs which end badly, everything did eventually go sour. The troll twins were irritated that Calistan and Beorn spent more time with each other and out doing things than with them. The eshu bartender was taking Lady Caroline for granted and making her do things like clean while having various affairs on the side. The women that Sorne impregnated at an orgy at Caer Winter Rose came after him. Cailean got tired of the fact that the pooka lies constantly and was cheating on her. Calistan and Beorn left the twins, Sorne ran like the blazes to escape his angry leprechaun girl, Lady Caroline torched the tavern, and Cailean cut off her pooka’s wings and antennae. They then proceeded to get the hell out of Dodge. The angry bartender pursued them, and was felled by a bottle of wine thrown by Calistan from the back of his horse. After a full day and night of riding full-speed away from Kissingtown (which amounts to about a month’s hard ride on a normal horse), the party stopped for the night and made camp. They then proceeded to laugh and drink wine that Cailean stole from the tavern before she burned it to the ground.
Player’s Note: this was a very amusing session. Row, row, row your bug… mugged by butterflies…the sluagh becoming a god…Kissingtown…all very, very entertaining. I’m really pleased by the fact that I prompted religion among the butterflies, and I love Tom, even if he isn’t worth anything as a chimerical companion. He’s very loyal. Caroline suggested that if we make it that far, the King of Winter could kill Tom, and Cailean could go completely berserk and kill the bastard. Emotionally, this was a very tricky session for the sluagh. The satyr was mugged by a butterfly and lost the Sword of Spring and then Cailean’s little butterfly friend imploded, making for a very stressful day. Then she was stuck in creepy Kissingtown and in a passionate affair with a pooka. Not to mention that she’s been in the Dreaming for ELEVEN MONTHS. The sluagh seems to be the only one in the party with any solid and meaningful connection to her family, who are undoubtedly very, very, very shaken by the fact that nobody has heard from her in almost a year. I have to think of a convincing story to explain her absence to the Leamnach family at large.