The Hag Stone Session 6 Report

Antecedently: A visit to the Getting Cool New Shit Corner; Ride of the Midnight Farm-Equipment Salespeople; A WILD PORTICO APPEARS We load up our last save (not auto, hard) WELCOME TO THE PARLOR, inlaid in wood of finest frankenberry1, a fireplace with a 401(k) is lit, there’s a book open on a side-table with a cup of tea, a snow leopard pelt rug2, a nameplate we presume is for said Tai Lung; the place is mostly adorned with rare boids, including a bald eagle; the man we saw walking by earlier is presently unseen, perhaps taking his union-mandated invisibility-break There is a pool table (Jacksonville Rules only), a big ol’ television, couch, etc.; a closet reveals linens and various parlor supplies; a door leads to a lovely bathroom. I ask if there’s a bar in the parlor (A BARLOR, IF U WILL); there’s a vodka and an old scotch, both mighty flammable; I prepare them both for service as molotov cocktails with bar rags WE ROLL TO RUMMAGE. Isaac Notice +2, Me Investigate +5, William Lore…