The Cursed Token

Summary of Events (12/11/2025):
11/28/4722

Ahhhh, mercy! That most troublesome of virtues!

The battle concluded with Jotaro bleeding upon the cobblestones—dying twice in one fight! How delightful! But Hugh’s healing hands pulled him back from death’s embrace. How tedious.
Jacob, the last dock worker standing, fled in terror. His companions lay dead—Gregor crushed by Hugh’s warhammer, Bertha executed by Sweetback’s rifle. He begged for mercy. He apologized. He ran.

Hugh, ever noble, proclaimed: “He poses no threat! Let him be!”

But the others? Oh, the others had different ideas!

Sweetback raised his rifle. Nadja launched her needle darts. Kong threw elemental blasts. They chased poor Jacob through the docks—Jotaro tripping repeatedly, Jacob stumbling and bleeding—until finally, Sweetback’s bullet ended the hunt.

So much for mercy!

Upon Gregor’s corpse, they discovered treasure! A golden coin that transformed into a leaf—an autumn leaf, sharp-edged, beautiful, and terrible. When Hugh touched it, it drew his blood and bound itself to him. A Fey token! A tracking device from the Autumn Court—those harbingers of decay and endings!

They also found a letter: instructions from the mysterious Night Hexen—black market dealer in dream dust and corrupted artifacts—ordering the dock workers to watch the library, follow the party, and stop them. Make it look like an accident.

The conspiracy deepens!

Back at the Golden Stag Inn, they attempted to destroy the cursed token. They tried everything! Shining Fist held it—the token returned to Hugh’s pocket. They examined it, researched it, panicked appropriately.

The solution? To listen to Folk tales that Jorato’s Nanna told him that told of three options: return it to its Fey maker (unwise), burn it in rowan wood under a new moon (2 days away), or bury it at a crossroads with salt and iron (doable tonight!).

Kong produced his magical wood—much innuendo ensued—but instead o0f waiting two day to burn Kong’s wood— they gathered salt and iron and ventured outside the city to a Crossroads that Old Werner told them about.

Three hours later, they arrived at a crossroads. Standing stones loomed in the darkness. Shakoom illuminated the scene with a magical spell.

Shining Fist prepared to dig.

The cursed leaf awaited burial.

But would the ritual work? Would the Autumn Court allow their token destroyed so easily? Or would something… emerge… from the darkness?