3 heads in a well.
first of all one the characters drinks from the well and is shocked when I tell him the water tastes pure and clean, with no saving throw or ill effects.
(He has had previously characters turned to stone and permanently cursed after drinking from wells/pools/fountains.)
He did feel a little nausea when the first calcified head floated into view.
he and the druid cleaned the heads, while the bard cleans, the house? ... I'm not sure why.
they managed the first, got cursed by the second, for the third they asked for the bards help - but were still not competent enough. Crying for revenge he starts biting them, and the second head joins in as well, the first head is contented and just sits happily in the grass. The party has fun hacking at them, and carefully bury the pieces after the battle.
The Bard then picks up the first head and stuffs it in his bag of holding!
I have no idea how this will turn out, a day later he hasn't checked it yet. any advice?
They pass by the House of Bone, and since this isn't actually Faerie land, only the land within about 100' is in winter. This bothers the druid alot. Its midnight and they decide to come back and check the house later.
The Queen
They go on to meet the queen and her retinue at dawn, (2 goblin knights, 3 ladies 1 with butterfly wings.) The queen hospitably offers breakfast and lays out a feast.
The characters try various reasons and explanations for why they are not eating, and the queen at one point tells her goblin knights to "take that one out into the forest and cut bits off him" Before being flattered out of it by party diplomats.
Finally one of the goblin knights throws food at a PC to get him to eat it, and a food fight breaks out. The queen dismisses the feast, and after telling the PCs to go fetch something for her rides off, leaving them with 3 pure white faerie steeds that will take them to the edge of her lands. (actually Phantom Steed) recognized as such by adventures (4/5 of party are spell casters)
The parties conclusion - that the queen was the least sane royal they had ever met.
just what I was going for a little Narnia, a little of Black Adder's- Elizabeth I
the Bone House II
Riding the steeds back past the house in the daylight, the party stops and goes to knock at the door. With no instructions, the party moves carefully, trying getting the hang of faerie rules. The text was perfect - and when they got the old man to come speak with them at the door rather than going in, he came muttering " now where is that trusty staff of mine.. ah here it is" and for a while he kept one hand out of sight behind the door.
The Old man kept asking for a glass of red - and when the PCs complained they had given all their wine to the queen, the perfect reply was obvious
"I don't drink ........wine"
They managed to figure out were dealing with 'Old Man Winter' when asked if he could leave the house, he stuck his head out the door sniffed the air and said yes, in about 3 months. Although tempted by a jeweled lire or the ash staff itself, the PCs decided they didn't like the odds and fled on the horses. - a reasonable choice.