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Result On hold
I'm back! I was running a combi-comic/anime/gaming.cons confor a few days so I figure I'd better do a recap of the story so far. Eh, you might want to get comfortable for this Ready? No? Tough.
You are playing Peu Pue Flintwalker, a gender neutral Goliath, 7' 2", 350lb, druid, who left their clan to see the world and map a way to Chult for your chief.
Day one off the mountain range, you met a human father and child with a broken cart wheel you helped them fix it and accompanied them to a nearby village to get the lay of

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With Wolf's voice calmly guiding you the memory comes into focus but it's not of the servant rather it's some sort of room, there's scattered furniture, before you stands a child with a dagger, you babble a description of him to Wolf. There's chanting in the background, two words being repeated constantly, a rat scurries past behind the child, you feel your attention following it into the fuzzy mass of forgetfulness around the memory, you fight to turn back but it's too late, your mind tries to snatch any last bit of information

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You scrunch up your face, tensing your body, physically trying to break the mental block. You fail, your shoulders slump in defeat.
"Easy there cub" says wolf "You'll pop something"
"The memory is there, I just can't pull it into focus" you tell him
"Okay your doing a lot of physical things trying to achieve a mental thing, you need to get to the same state you achieve when you commune with nature. Sit up straight"
You sit up
"Now close your eyes and regulate your breathing, slow in, slow out emptying your mind of other images"
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Wolf comes to clear your dishes
"See anything out of the ordinary?" he asks quietly
"I noticed another childlike servant, looked like a one of the mists but I thought there was only two of them?"
"There are, thank goodness two is trouble enough, I didn't spot a third but I'll keep an eye out, it may be one of the other servants playing about, they are a rambunctious lot at the best of times and without Mrs S lording over them its chaos!" he looks side to side and says conspiratorially
"I am quite enjoying it though!"
You smile

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"It was pretty" you agree.
Sir Thorns is muttering into his wine, he is apparently unimpressed with being called a prude by the person who banned coupling at the feast.
Father Tree is oblivious to his muttering
"Thank you indeed. Millennia of practice you understand"
"I'd prefer that method to the humanoid one, plugging things into things and all that grunting and groaning, things getting knocked over! It all lacks a certain finesse to my mind"
There's a bit of a lull in the conversation as everyone else considers whether

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You copy the other guests covering your face and and drink.
Father Tree exhales wave of glittering pollen floats through the air towards what must be Mother Tree.
She stands and twirls as the cloud arrives to her, forming a beautiful spiral of sparkles that flow around her like a galaxy. Flowers bloom on all her branches, the sparkles seem to be absorbed into them as they pass. The flowers close as the last sparkle fades and they seem to turn into various nuts.
There is a smattering of polite applause from the other guests, you

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You realise you have been ignoring the druid in the alcove since he arrived or rather thrown on the floor by the lord of the hunt as he passed.
His robes are dull brown, no sign of any kind of sigil,
He twitches and rolls his shoulders, occasionally. muttering to himself
[Insight roll:1]
Fleas! He's clearly got fleas no wonder they sat him away from everyone!
The Lord and Lady begin eating apparently as the guests around you suddenly start eating.
You

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"Hi! Hey...............you?"
You wave your hand half heartedly the way one does when not a 100% sure the person they're waving to is actually who they think it is.
The child's eyes go wide and he scurries away with a pile of dirty dishes
"Do you require something?" asks a nearby servant
"No, I just recognised him from somewhere?" you respond
"Who?" asks the servant scanning the remaining servants
"Uh...He's gone with some dishes"
"I'm sure who ever it was will be back with the next course responds the servant and moves off

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You return to your seat seize the wine goblet and drain it, while the physical pain is gone it was an unpleasant experience and the wine helps you recover.
As you place the empty wine goblet back on the table it refills itself.
You're not surprised. "Feel better?"asks Sir Thorns
"Much" you reply, lifting your fresh goblet off the table
"Then a word o the wise, don't go casting things unannounced like that, we trust the rules of hospitality but in any other place we'd have killed you before you got it off"
"True" adds Father

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"There was some enchantment magic" you reply blinking experimentally, your eyes adjust to your usual vision, you can see properly again.
Though the sight of the guests here do give you cause to check again
"That's not as helpful as you may think" says Wolf "A lot of the guests are carrying enchanted items or wearing some on themselves"
"Your bath oils were a kind of enchantment" says Mrs S, you appear to have been downgraded from deliberately offensive mortal to idiot child in her eyes.
Hopefully that will save you from a beating

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Suspecting some sort of magical shenanigans, you cast Detect Magic.
In the Fey court, sat at a table full of Fey during a Fey feast to mark the transition of magical power from one court to another.
Imagine you're wearing night vision googles and standing in a dark room front of a very large spotlight and some bastard (not that one) just switched it on.
Your temporarily blind. -1 hp
You let out a yelp unbecoming of an adult Goliath and cover your eyes, what little information you did gather tries to sort itself in your brain you

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"Andrew of W. K.?" you hazard a guess
"No, that's the famous bard" says Sir Thorns
"He does like to party though" adds Father Tree "He may be a cleric of the one we're thinking of"
Mrs S calls from across the table
"What puzzles you friends?" "We're trying to remember who invented wine in the first place, the mortal god?"
"Mortal god? That gluttonous lay about didn't invent a damn thing! I was experimenting with different types of fruit cake, I'd chucked the yeast and crushed fruit in the same bowl but then I got

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You observe the Lord and Lady of winter once more, they sit on icy thrones, the lady, sitting straight in her seat, speaking with the guests nearest her chair with a polite smile on her face. The guests mirror her posture and smile. You were once strapped to the altar of a death god debating which ear you should sacrifice to escape your bonds. That was probably a nicer place to be than in that conversation.
The lord is sitting in his chair, not engaging with the guests but rather observing the feast like a bird of prey waiting to

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Result: Tie
"Needs more pepper!" you quip
Sir Thorns grins and Father Tree makes an amused snorting sound.
Mrs S however heard you and is less than amused
"What's that mortal? Do you find fault with me soup?" she calls across the table, there's an edge to the question you can almost see.
"No, no Mrs S, it was a jest I doubt there's a creature living that would find fault with this fine repast"
"And if there was they wouldn't live for long" whispers Sir Thorns just loud enough for you and Father Tree to hear.
Father Tree has a fit of "Coughing"

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You take spoon and sip the soup.......
It is dark but it's never been anything but so you know nothing else, it's not a bad thing just the way of things. Then there's a rumble, things move in the dark around you, something takes you and moves you around, there is a new sensation! Fear? Suddenly there's something to see, a single strand of yellow ribbon out in the distance then a sort of foomh! sound, you are bathed in light, the safety of the dark is gone now there's lights and blurry shapes, you start to cry involuntarily...

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The Lords are dressed in identical elegant robes of Green and blue with rather prominent weapons on display. The ladies are dressed in similarly coloured dresses though the winter lady's is very sharp and angular wile the spring lady's all gentle curves.
You also notice that where the spring royalty favour muscle mass the winter are lean and wiry The winters facial expressions imply they would happily kill everyone at the feast because they could, the Springs are more amicable, they might kill you for fun. You note that both sides

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You look at the creature known as Mrs S, you really have never seen anything quite like her, as tall as you but wider,in a dress two sizes too small for her, her features, similar to a goblins but floppier, are caked in some sort of face paint Beside her are creatures in a snake mask to her left and a hawk to her right. It makes sense giving she won the seat from the wolf.
Speaking of hawks she is watching the servants distributing the food like one, she may be at the table but she is apparently not neglecting her own duties.
Behind her is a

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You join the applause, the newly minted spring bear bows, sniffs the air and ambles past the guests with cheerful, almost bouncing steps and heads up the stairs.
"Thank goodness we don't have to sit through the first mating anymore" says Sir Thorns
"Indeed" says Father Tree,
"There's a belief as my people need water we don't mind being splashed with other liquids. This is not so"
You suddenly have many questions but no real desire to have actual answers to them.
The Ladies stands:
"Gentlefolk, welcome one and all,...

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"Who could blame her?" you say amicably
"I have the best acorns, they were my idea you know"
"Really?"
"Yes, you see the squirrels ..."
"Gentlefolk" the Lady's voice interrupts "We shall begin the festivities with the waking of the bear, please enjoy" Everyone turns their seat slightly to view the stage as the hulking forms of the two armored bears come onto the stage. They both roar and charge to the center of the stage.
They meet with a mighty crash at the center of the stage.
They fight in a very stylized but serious manner

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"Make like a tree and leaf?" you offer, the guests erupts in laughter, the dryads eyes narrow, it drops into a fighting stance, the leaves on the dress start to spin, At a certain speed everything's a blade
[Pass] You remember the rules of hospitality and hold your nerve as she advances leaf blades whirring ever faster.
As she closes a shadow looms over you both.
"If I May?"
The dryad freezes, the blades stop moving.
Behind her stands a huge dryad, its barks skin looks very different though.
"I offer to exchange seats Majesty"

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Result: Just the facts
You remember wolfs advice about showing you have teeth
"Just a statement of fact, my people aren't subtle so rest assured if I was inclined to threaten you there wouldn't be any doubt about what was happening"
The dryads eyes grow large in rage. "Ere!" a commanding voice cuts across the table, the Mrs S you saw earlier plops down on a seat opposite
"Calm yer twigs queenie and sit sown you're holding the whole show up with yer notions"
The dryads head turns to her so fast your amazed her bark skin didn't snap.
"What. are.