Welcome to the recap for Seattle’s CoD-X venue for 6/29. These serve as a way for people who couldn’t make it to the game or who might be curious about what goes on in the CoD-X venue to get a taste of our weird little venue.
This particular session was the culmination of a lot of plots and character actions over the course of months, so a whole lot went down.
[Have you tried the fried chicken? Oh hey, is that a mer-man?]
The Summer King invited members of Seattle’s Lost community and their guests to attend a midsummer’s feast which also happens to serve as the passing of the crown from the Spring to Summer. What wasn’t made abundantly clear to some of the attendees is that the event was Masks optional, so most of the changeling revelers came as they normally are. Non-Lost
visitors were surprised to find a private outdoor gathering near the banks of Puget Sound packed to the brim with literal fairytales. Merfolk, Ogres, Tolkien-esque Elves, and weird skittery Jim Henson style creatures. Food, and contests of strength were the order of the day, as attendees made new friends, and got to know some of their local changeling neighbors.
[Four Thrones in Cair Paravel]
Attendees also got to witness the arrival of the four Seasonal monarchs of Seattle’s Lost society. The Winter King, frail and thin, made seemingly of purest ice and snow. The Autumn Queen, resplendent in full Victorian mourning attire. Gother than thou, The Spring Queen, an unearthly elvish beauty trailing flowers in her wake, and the Summer King, a brutish ogre in a tank top and suit jacket.
[You’ll know the Go sign when you see it.]
At the festivities came to their culmination, the Spring Queen gave a small speech about community, and how the Lost were stronger together than they were apart, and how the natural change of seasons was a necessary cycle.
The Summer King demanded that he be given what he was due. That he be given his crown. Spring knelt to Summer, and crowned him, but as she did, she named him Oathbreaker, and all hell broke loose. The crown transformed from a traditional circlet to a barbed wreath of thorns, and the glamour surrounding the Summer King’s adviser shattered, revealing him to be one of the Gentry’s Huntsmen. Weapons were drawn, fire rained down, gunshots boomed out. When the dust cleared, the Summer King was subdued, the Huntsman was destroyed, and a lot of very pissed of Lost went about trying to clean up the aftermath, but no one was quite sure who was now in charge of Summer, or what happened to the actual crown…
[OOC: Shout Outs]
Thanks to all of the CoD-X players for bearing with a really large mass combat, and for keeping that process running relatively smoothly. I hope that everyone had a good time, and enjoyed the small “feast” that we
provided OOC.
Jesse Means, US2002023293
Seattle Interim CoD-X VST