Let’s collectively forget the impending Duel Festival, set out on our own and just split that party right up. Hats, tea, wonky streets and tangled paths – Let’s go!

The party talks about the tasks they gathered. Do they remember what they did? Do they remember what they need? Probably a good idea to follow up. Also, Blossom, please don’t die. 

Duel Festival! Y’all, organizing festivals is a whole lot of work and money. You know what else? Sorting out the ages of characters so that things don’t get weird later. Sorry everyone, it gets weird. I hope you forget by the time that happens, I sure did. 

Dual Duels with Dual Duels. Really just utter chicanery on this one, folks. Stick around for a premium Blossom burn. 

The Fight District. It is at least half as bad as expected. New friends are made. Old friends are here too, I guess. Canonical illiteracy is established and reestablished as the Fulcrum-Three find more things to read. 

Weeks pass. We make sure everyone is PERFECTLY FINE and still doing their good ol’ fashioned adventuring. Everything is fine. 

The battle continues! Roy is still very dead, but we learn more about him. Harrowhawk finds a new buddy to vibe with, and Uther finds out what it is like to be a hero. 

There is a full breakdown of the mechanics of this massive combat encounter. It takes almost 15 minutes. Mitch makes A LOT of special combat mechanics for encounters of various sizes. But, he never takes the time to explain them again. So, you know, drink it in. This is it. 

Description:  Roy really needs a quesadilla in this one. Maybe Harrowhawk could use a quesadilla to quesadilla one for him. I hope you like the sounds of that as much as you like the sound of rain. Seriously though I love the sound of rain, and you do too. 

 Things get absurd. Very absurd. Rocks get absurd. Beaker gets absurd. The very methods of exploring dungeons gets ABSURD. The job of GMing through a bevy of table talk GETS. ABSURD.