The session began with the Autumn court receiving secret correspondence. The motley was then called to meet up at 6 (well 7 first) before the 8PM meeting being held by the Winter Queen.
Most of the party did something or other to recover more glamor.
We arrive at the crime scene of Alice Snow. There was a blood trail that ended with a white chalk outline of Alice Snow, over the fence at a residence. The blood trail lead over the fence and onto the property into what we the Motley discovered was a hedge gate. Marc searched for footprints and tracks and found a size 10 men’s imprint that indicated a decent amount of weight and spacing indicates a leisurely pace. However this may be a red herring left unitentionally by police investigators.
It was decided that the party would continue into the hedge to see if we could gather additional information or tracks from the killer. Michael Thorton offered to run and grab some reinforcements while the rest of the group explored the Hedge.
We followed the tracks and were ambushed by to briar wolves (hobgoblins). Mark, Mute Max, Derrek and (Jeremy’s Character) managed to fell the beasts but were then surrounded by eerie purple eyes. Mute Max recognized them as belonging to Rumplestiltskin, the Vizier. Rumplestiltskin offered his hospitality and food from his Hollow in exchange for the story as to what brought them there.
The party consented, shared their food. Then Rumplestiltskin left a photograph and said “oops, I must of dropped it.” Marc took the photograph, then left the Hedge minutes after we entered. We caught up with Michael Thorton and attended the meeting.
The Winter Queen addressed the crowd about the murders of Penny Peg, Brick, August Everfright, and lastly Alice Snow. Each had been from a different court, each died in a different manner. Accusations then began to fly as to who was responsible for which death and what their grievance was. Damnon was accused by a Spring court Fireheart (no name) of the murder of Alice snow.
The winter Queen called order to the court and asked if anyone had any information to bring forward. Marcus strutted boldly to the throne of the Winter Queen and then taking a cue from the absence of his motley mates and the glare of Rumplestiltskin he decided to announce the founding of “Marc’s Motley!”