So, with the distrust against Mark Ledger rampant from even his own courtiers, A motley seeks his Hollow, to dig dirt, to catch him unaware, I wonder….
The Hedge does not give secrets up lightly, but finding the trod they had attempted to use before was easy, as were the defenses in a clearing. Tall grass hid white Rarrbits, small, with hands and feets, big round heads, and pearly smiles to chomp on limbs which they did a number of times against the group. Enough to deal damage, but not enough to keep them from a red door set in middle of the field.
Slenderman unlocked the door and the group used it to access a new location, a hill set upon a loch. Snow covered battlements and a creepy Castle waited silently for the group. There were few rooms still intact, but a door in the back of a larder led down to a smaller room, Slenderman and Rasa explored, Faust took his time, and Clutch fell to the floor of this room in an attempt to explore what could only be the abode of a Winter King. The room was sparse but for a desk and ornate chair, backed by a canvas of grey cloth, sewn with the image of an arrow on it.
Upon the desk were rolled paper, scrolls written with strange cryptic messages. Rasa attempted to search the papers with her limited knowledge of Icelaw, a secret communication script used by the Winter Court. What she discovered paints the Winter King as a loyalist or Freebooter who gladly gave people to the Gentry in order to keep himself from being taken and bar True Fae incursion into Savannah. For The Greater Good, my ass. Other Changelings or even mundane, unensorcelled people were dragged back through The Hedge for Fae masters…
Do these records accurately depict the grievous sins of the Present Winter King?