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Adventure seed: The Corpse-Flower God
Rejoice, o mortals! The Seelie Court has graciously decided to make proper use of your brutish, ephemeral existence! Be flattered that you now have a purpose!
As you probably are too ignorant to properly understand, every flower in the land has a spirit set as representative and guardian for its kind. When those flowers bloom… why, then, so does that spirit. The spirit is the flowers, and the flowers are the spirit. As one prospers, so does the other.
And this season we are exceptionally… fortunate… that the Spirit of Amorphophallus titanum has chosen this time to walk among us. And mix her unique, ten-day-old-corpse-evoking fragrance with ours. And be allowed to attend all of our parties and soirees, including the ones that have been meticulously planned out for the last three decades. Yes. We are… fortunate. Particularly since, by inviolate tradition, no hand in the Seelie or Unseelie Court may be raised against the Spirit of a flower. We must all, in fact, call the Wild Hunt against any who would harm one.
Interestingly: this safety does not extend to a Spirit’s servants. At least, not a Spirit’s brutish, ephemeral, ever-so-mortal servants. Isn’t that interesting? …Why, yes, of course there’s a list of ‘special’ events and locations that the Corpse-Flower God would almost certainly find dreadfully boring. We are, after all, representatives of the Seelie Court.
Now say ‘Thank you,’ mortal.