Notion:
Sentient moving castle that spends it time going to ruins and investigating what happened to the castle that used to be there.
Then exacting justice magical castle style. (?)
Naturally adopts a rag tag band of adventurers along the way, thinks of them as naughty kittens. "Damn it Alexander how many times! Don't bring your dead things inside"
"Sowwy Mrs Castle"
"You can keep your dead in the cemetery like all the other squishies"
"But..."
"No necromancy indoors young man!"
I have decided it's a Mammy castle and anything that's not also made of

"Mr Perceval, Come here!" Akembi calls.
He waits.
Nothing happens.
He waits some more.
He only hears the quiet movements of Squad 2 moving into firing positions and Chen tutting under his breath.
He decides he should:
#IntFic Akembi shrugs and after checking Squad 2 and Chen were in formation behind him he decides. to go with his original plan and marches into the Spirits territory.
The pact is broken.
The spirit:
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#Intfic

"We'd best make sure she's not hurt either, any idea where to find her?"
"Think she was heading back to the Bus" one of the crowd say.
"Okay we'll go check, could you guys move the other vehicles so the ambulance has a clear run to here, the less we have to move him the better" Chen says.
Some of the people move off to do that, a car tears out of mansions yard as the sirens grow ever closer.
"Natalie could you move our jeeps please there's an ambulance on it's way for the injured civilian" Akembi asks over the radio.
She comes out of the building, waves

Halloween Game:
First a quick recap: You're a guardian spirit charged to keep the portal between worlds of the living, dead and damned below a long ruined mansion, sealed.
You wake whenever the barrier between worlds weakens (usually Halloween) and return to rest a few days later You must become corporeal to interact with physical objects.
You have chosen to take the form of a maintenance worker when you need to do that.
You have learned that a paranormal investigation TV show is coming to film at your mansion, due to sightings of you over the years.

The Santa Trap.
#cyoa #Xmas #Christmas
Sofia, the evil, as she referred to herself, thought out her plan to catch Santa Claus and ransom him for more gifts. The fire place had been replaced with a stove, No way he'd come through there.
Maybe The Santa Trap.
Sofia's mother was very much against open windows in the middle of winter, she'd never heard any stories of him coming through the toilet and if he did, there definitely would have been stories!
Has to be the letter box!
Now do I set a trap:

Satlick: Centaur Detective #7
Note
I'm giving up on the story in picture format, it's a pain in the ass for me and elongates the whole process.
So it's back to extra long threads for now.
I'll use @threadreaderapp at the end for those who find it a bit much.
Now where were we... "I dislike small talk Commander as well you know, the Darwinists, while a problem, are not our current problem" Saltlick replied in a professorial tone "Honestly I don't know how you people get anything done!"
"You people?" the other three people said at once, leaping at a golden

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Result:
"Oh put them in the armor first" calls Sir Thorns "I know I needed a change of pants after my knighting!"
There's general chuckling from the crowd
"Mrs S if you wouldn't mind showing them to somewhere they can get changed" the Lady asks her.
"Certainly me Lady, this way big un" she grasps your arm and steers you off to a small room just off the main hall.
Inside there's a chair and a table with some garments on it, a jacket, pants, and a vest
They seem to be some sort of black leather, you're sure you've seen them somewhere before

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Result:
The crowd is applauding,
You want to clap too!
How do you...
Hands! I had them! What did they look like?
Spectral hands appear in the air in front of you
No one seems to notice them
Must be yours
Yes that's them! Now arms I had big ones!
I was a big one! You piece together the memory of the you that was and as it completes you realise that it's what you're supposed to be!
Makes sense now, you were a terrible wolf
You step toward the spectra; shape and as you do, you mentally envision pouring yourself into it
You fill the shape!

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Result On hold
I'm back! I was running a combi-comic/anime/gaming.cons confor a few days so I figure I'd better do a recap of the story so far. Eh, you might want to get comfortable for this Ready? No? Tough.
You are playing Peu Pue Flintwalker, a gender neutral Goliath, 7' 2", 350lb, druid, who left their clan to see the world and map a way to Chult for your chief.
Day one off the mountain range, you met a human father and child with a broken cart wheel you helped them fix it and accompanied them to a nearby village to get the lay of

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Result
You suddenly wake on some sort on bed, a strange white light comes from a globe the ceiling. You attempt to sit up but find you're tied down and there's some sort of ring around your head.
Above you a humanoid looms over you, in an odd coloured green robe and hat, its mouth covered by a white cloth mask.
You hear the voice of your accuser from earlies ask
"Is it safe?" as it brings an already spinning drill into view...
..Then your flying through the air, faster than you've ever travelled, ahead a metal board held up by tow poles

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Result:
With Wolf's voice calmly guiding you the memory comes into focus but it's not of the servant rather it's some sort of room, there's scattered furniture, before you stands a child with a dagger, you babble a description of him to Wolf. There's chanting in the background, two words being repeated constantly, a rat scurries past behind the child, you feel your attention following it into the fuzzy mass of forgetfulness around the memory, you fight to turn back but it's too late, your mind tries to snatch any last bit of information

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Result:
You scrunch up your face, tensing your body, physically trying to break the mental block. You fail, your shoulders slump in defeat.
"Easy there cub" says wolf "You'll pop something"
"The memory is there, I just can't pull it into focus" you tell him
"Okay your doing a lot of physical things trying to achieve a mental thing, you need to get to the same state you achieve when you commune with nature. Sit up straight"
You sit up
"Now close your eyes and regulate your breathing, slow in, slow out emptying your mind of other images"
--

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Result:
Wolf comes to clear your dishes
"See anything out of the ordinary?" he asks quietly
"I noticed another childlike servant, looked like a one of the mists but I thought there was only two of them?"
"There are, thank goodness two is trouble enough, I didn't spot a third but I'll keep an eye out, it may be one of the other servants playing about, they are a rambunctious lot at the best of times and without Mrs S lording over them its chaos!" he looks side to side and says conspiratorially
"I am quite enjoying it though!"
You smile

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Result
"It was pretty" you agree.
Sir Thorns is muttering into his wine, he is apparently unimpressed with being called a prude by the person who banned coupling at the feast.
Father Tree is oblivious to his muttering
"Thank you indeed. Millennia of practice you understand"
"I'd prefer that method to the humanoid one, plugging things into things and all that grunting and groaning, things getting knocked over! It all lacks a certain finesse to my mind"
There's a bit of a lull in the conversation as everyone else considers whether

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Result:
You copy the other guests covering your face and and drink.
Father Tree exhales wave of glittering pollen floats through the air towards what must be Mother Tree.
She stands and twirls as the cloud arrives to her, forming a beautiful spiral of sparkles that flow around her like a galaxy. Flowers bloom on all her branches, the sparkles seem to be absorbed into them as they pass. The flowers close as the last sparkle fades and they seem to turn into various nuts.
There is a smattering of polite applause from the other guests, you

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Result:
You realise you have been ignoring the druid in the alcove since he arrived or rather thrown on the floor by the lord of the hunt as he passed.
His robes are dull brown, no sign of any kind of sigil,
He twitches and rolls his shoulders, occasionally. muttering to himself
[Insight roll:1]
Fleas! He's clearly got fleas no wonder they sat him away from everyone!
The Lord and Lady begin eating apparently as the guests around you suddenly start eating.
You

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"Hi! Hey...............you?"
You wave your hand half heartedly the way one does when not a 100% sure the person they're waving to is actually who they think it is.
The child's eyes go wide and he scurries away with a pile of dirty dishes
"Do you require something?" asks a nearby servant
"No, I just recognised him from somewhere?" you respond
"Who?" asks the servant scanning the remaining servants
"Uh...He's gone with some dishes"
"I'm sure who ever it was will be back with the next course responds the servant and moves off

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Result
You return to your seat seize the wine goblet and drain it, while the physical pain is gone it was an unpleasant experience and the wine helps you recover.
As you place the empty wine goblet back on the table it refills itself.
You're not surprised. "Feel better?"asks Sir Thorns
"Much" you reply, lifting your fresh goblet off the table
"Then a word o the wise, don't go casting things unannounced like that, we trust the rules of hospitality but in any other place we'd have killed you before you got it off"
"True" adds Father

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Result:
"There was some enchantment magic" you reply blinking experimentally, your eyes adjust to your usual vision, you can see properly again.
Though the sight of the guests here do give you cause to check again
"That's not as helpful as you may think" says Wolf "A lot of the guests are carrying enchanted items or wearing some on themselves"
"Your bath oils were a kind of enchantment" says Mrs S, you appear to have been downgraded from deliberately offensive mortal to idiot child in her eyes.
Hopefully that will save you from a beating

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Result:
Suspecting some sort of magical shenanigans, you cast Detect Magic.
In the Fey court, sat at a table full of Fey during a Fey feast to mark the transition of magical power from one court to another.
Imagine you're wearing night vision googles and standing in a dark room front of a very large spotlight and some bastard (not that one) just switched it on.
Your temporarily blind. -1 hp
You let out a yelp unbecoming of an adult Goliath and cover your eyes, what little information you did gather tries to sort itself in your brain you

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Result:
"Andrew of W. K.?" you hazard a guess
"No, that's the famous bard" says Sir Thorns
"He does like to party though" adds Father Tree "He may be a cleric of the one we're thinking of"
Mrs S calls from across the table
"What puzzles you friends?" "We're trying to remember who invented wine in the first place, the mortal god?"
"Mortal god? That gluttonous lay about didn't invent a damn thing! I was experimenting with different types of fruit cake, I'd chucked the yeast and crushed fruit in the same bowl but then I got