In reply to Marcus Blackthorn (msg # 462):

Heading east of the sun, west of the moon, until you come upon an oldcwoman selling apples. You greet her, buying an apple each, (1 copper total) and you follow her shadow to a small door where you can hear music. The hanging tabard shows a flower and two cloven hoofprints.

In reply to Hyacynth (msg # 463):

What is the name on the door? Cloven as in Faun, not cloven as in demon, right? I assume there is a difference...

17:40, Today: Leroy du Lac rolled 13 using 3d6.  carousing ~ 14.
Leroy pulls off his coif, revealing his pointed ears, and grins..

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 464):

There is no written name, but the woodwork is elaborately carved, and the metal, where seen is all bronze; there is no iron to be seen.
You can hear several instruments playing; panpipes, a hautbois, a lute, and a harp. there is the sound of dancing and clapping as well.

Within, there are a variety of odd yet oddly familiar folk. Some have pointed ears, a few are small and winged, some have goat legs. One of the musicians is a faun, one a bat faced goblin, one an elf of some kind, and one is an incredibly good looking man who is hard to look at, yet fascinating at the same time.

"I know this place has better drink than the poor ale, and young wine, at the Wastrel's Hope. Come on!"
Leroy getting in the mood, says mirthfully.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 467):

The owner and bartender, a fine looking faun, is carrying a tray of mead to a table where a lichenous moss dwarf and a pale elf with faintly luminous skin are sitting watching the musicians.

When the owner returns, Leroy will order and start a conversation about what's been going on, and purist troubles.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 469):

"The customers would be happier if you and your friends would drop your iron gear in the small room over here."

"Ah, I see. No problem..."
Leroy accepts the house customs.
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In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 471):

"Sure. Why though, just iron? Silver not a problem?" She takes the crossbow bolts and hangs the quiver on a hook after getting her answer.

When she gets back she will ask for a juice...

Marcus hangs his quiver on a peg and leans his bow on the wall under it.  He unsteaths his long knife and sets it next to the bow.

Leroy sheds his suit of scale, and his axe, and his baselard.
He does retain his targe, which is wooden, covered with hide, set with brazen tacks and a brazen boss. His warclub, which is carved from a tree root, hangs from his belt.

In reply to Leroy du Lac (msg # 474):

The collection of fey creatures seem pleased with this, and silver is fine here.
You note a variety of staves and spears from pixie size up, set with flint or bronze, and a few items made of crystal, silver, or mage metal. A hooded man with a raven's face is at a table, drinking with a sea elf, and the door is being watched by a large creature with the face of an owl and a thick pelt like that of a bear.
 It definitely does not seem to be a summer court creature.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 475):

"Hey, why should we do all the fighting? Lets ask around if anyone knows about what you saw, Rosewood."

She will approach the creature with a ravens face.

"Sir, how would you be today? Mind if we chat?"

Leroy orders mead, and starts a chat with the bartender.
"Have ye heard of these purists about, of late?"

Rosewood is silent for a time.
He is very very reluctant to say what the creature was.  Or what he think it was.

Just before the group get to the tavern.  He says in a low voice.

I think it was a Swamp Hag.  I not seem one close up before but.
From the books I studied.  That want it seemed to be.

Rosewood is not very comfortable with going into the tavern and tries to say behind Leroy du Lac and out of site.  He clearly tries to keep away from anything that looks like another pixie.
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In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 476):

The corvite tilts its head to study her.
In a harsh voice it responds.
"wHaT w0uLd y0U liKe t0 dIsScuSs?"

Listening to Rosewood, Leroy 's eye widened.
"A swamp Hag, you say? Hmmm.. They despise everything beautiful, do they not?"

In reply to Kaw (msg # 479):

"There seems to be a bunch of racists who dislike anything not human. Have you come across them?"

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 481):

"s0unDs liKE hUmAnS iN gEneRall..."

In reply to Kaw (msg # 482):

"Yes, but some are worse than others, actually trying to hurt or kill fey."

In reply to Anita Drake (msg # 483):

The corvite shrugs.
"It Is aLwaYs tHiS wAy."

[Private to Rosewood: make a fairy lore roll at +2]

PM

[Private to GM: 18:10, Today: Secret Roll: Rosewood rolled 11 using 3d6+2.  fairy lore roll at +2 NT 13.  Success for once.]

In reply to Rosewood (msg # 485):

Rosewood  notices that the crowd is a mix of both the Summer and the Winter court. Apparently the place exists in a state of truce. Both the corvite and the owlish bouncer, along with a redcap over in the corner, and the elf sitting by the moss dwarf are all mrmbers of the Winter court .

Marcus sits quietly nearby the group taking in all the variety of creatures he has never seen before.