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Showing posts with label Wollaton Hall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wollaton Hall. Show all posts

Go directly to jail, do not pass Wollaton Hall!

Finn's back, falling off a chandelier when waking up from a drunken night. We all got taken to the police station because the police arrived suspiciously early because they heard a couple of drug gangs were fighting it out at the Hall, and when the police looked through the house, found a pound of drugs in a safe. Turned out Jack's event manager was responsible, so we were all let off.

After speaking with our friend the Count, we got invited to a party, to celebrate Jack being raised to Baron. Huzzah! He immediately got plastered on really strong Troll ale and had to be restored by Flora. While Finn was on the scene playing guitar, Set ran off to help when hearing a Redcap had broken into the kitchen. This turned into a showdown between him, the Redcap, Hugo (one of the Count's men) and Jack, who had come to see where Set had rushed off to.

The Redcap, as it turned out, was breaking in to attempt reading poetry at Sophia Valdemar, the Count's daugher (whose brain tumour we still haven't been able to find a cure for), but he got locked up in the toilet instead. At least he wasn't killed.

Meanwhile, at the main table, Alysiana tried flirting her way into the skirts of a beautiful Sidhe woman, and Flora sat there nursing her ale, pondering what she'd put up at the crafts fair suggested by Jack. The session ended when we were just about to enter into a full-on drinking game, so that'll be for next time ...

Meta-gaming Blues Brothers kill Jesus

Since the last Changeling session back in August, about five weeks have passed in-game. Alysiana has voluntarily locked herself in a cell while we investigate who she is - or rather, whether or not she's really evil. There has also been time to make snazzy sunglasses, allowing a person to see dark fey, and a prisoner has been interrogated ... albeit not very successfully.

And then a group of angry Redcaps showed up, broke a reinforced gate camera at Jack's place (Wollaton Hall), and tried to get in and, err, cause trouble. And while this was going on, Finn managed to have fallen asleep on a chandelier - because that's the sort of mischief that might happen to a character when their player can't make the session. (We're waiting expectantly for his waking up on Tuesday, just to see his reaction.)

Oh, and Alysiana was given a once-over by a group of Nockers. It made for very fine roleplaying indeed. Could've been another one of them French art films ...

It’s like stamp collecting, only more morbid

Hot on the heels of last week, Finn, Flora and Ronke decided to break into the house of a shady lawyer, while Alysiana kept him out of the way by interviewing him for a job on Jack’s legal team … and then we decided to meet up with him in the Arboretum, where he nearly died. And then we ended up finding a plot somewhere near the end of the session, by going to Mansfield.

Can "brainalyse" be the official word for hitting someone over the head?

After last week’s adventure concluded, a new one begun. Finn found an old friend’s necklace in a pawn shop and got a vision of her being killed by drug overdose by some people (rather than doing it herself). Finn wanted to sober up for the first time in his life and went off with Jack to use some very strange methods of intimidation on the pawn shop owner, like … actually paying for stuff.

Meanwhile, Set did some actual police work, and Alysiana used her own methods of investigation … Although it was more non-stop rumpy-pumpy by the sounds of it. Flora was suddenly glad she had decided not to go with her after all.

And then there was the spontaneous singing, where we joined in with the neighbouring table singing The Hero of Canton

I love how we broke the plot again

Courtesy of the last night's 2nd Edition Changeling: The Dreaming adventure at Chimera. To kick things off, our friend the Count has a son gone missing. Last time he was seen was at the goblin market, so it's off down the sewers of Nottingham we go ...