Rollin' on the Rivers of Luftstideaux

The chaos has settled, but the mystery remains. While the group ponders the ramifications and possibilities of the attack on the gumbo stand, some look for recompense. After all, Wishboy simply has to receive a rare item so he can trade for the most desirable hat in the world. The question is would he even be able to tell if something important hit him in his stuffed face?

Gramble’s Grumbling Gumbo and Weapons Emporium is on fire! Sweets, Tilly, Wishboy, and Allistair are on the roof and Evanorah is inside. To make matters worse, the heroes face an impossible situation. Do they dash after a fleeing ne’er-do-ell or fight the arsonist  in the store? Of course, they wouldn’t be so bold and brash to attempt to do both, but I sure wish they would. Split parties are way easier to take care of.

The hunt for purple and yellow tattered pants begins in earnest alongside a strange day at the Bobbin’ Bounce. Between some political turmoil, hat shopping, and some tasty gumbo, the fledgling investigators spend the day sleuthing and enjoying the second day of the festival. It’s really heroic, I’m sure.

Finally some clues come forth and a mystery begins. The group set about uncovering what really happened in the Dingy Dinghy. And surely with their collective brilliance this case will be opened and shut before breakfast rolls around. At least, they think so.

The best thing to do to ingratiate oneself to an area is to step into the middle of a bar brawl, right? Allistair, Evanorah, Sweets, Wishboy, and Tilly team up to tackle a simple fracas. To do so without causing panic around the Bobbin’ Bounce, however, will require some nuance. I’m pretty sure these heroes don’t even know how to spell nuance let alone utilize it.

The Velveteen City bubbles with excitement as the capital of Luftstideaux begins their yearly celebration, “The Bobbin’ Bounce!” This year, fun and the city itself aren’t the only things floating on the water. A simmering sinister plot hovers over the surface of the lake like an early morning mist. Perhaps five nearly strangers have the ability to stop it. But I doubt it.