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HP 10/22 | Per +2 | CMB +7 | CMD 17, AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 | Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +8

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Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

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Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

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At dawn on the first day of Autumn, the Swallowtail Festival begins in the small town of Sandpoint. Bunting is hung, exteriors of houses are busily scrubbed and polished to a high shine, and the town turns out. Locals and travellers arrive, lured by the merchants and jongleurs who have set up stalls featuring foods, crafts, clothes, souvenirs and all sorts of attractions.

Roads stretch out away from Sandpoint, the sun dancing merrily over the river stones, just ripe for travelers to arrive and enjoy this day of merriment and celebration.

Any travelers who choose to visit the town are met with a selection of games and tests of skill set up by carnies (carnival people). These include-

Find the Coin:
At a small desk, a young lad with brown hair and a winning smile is swooshing about four medium-sized wooden goblet. Every now and again someone will come up and point to a goblet. Upended, they either find and get to take the gilded coin, or they find nothing and forfeit a silver. The lad seems to be doing a roaring trade. Roll Perception

The Artful Dodger:
Race towards a tiny pot of ten gold coins set a dozen or more feet away. But wait- along the side of the trail is a boisteorus and laughing crowd of children, all holding small sacks filled with water that let their liquid spurt out. Get hit and forfeit two silvers and entertain the kiddies. [ooc]Roll acrobatics or whatever you can think of to distract the kiddies or avoid the water packets and hope your touch AC is up to it!

Test of Mind:
A magician garbed in purple robes engraved with silver moons stands, holding a mysterious stone. Men and women wishing to prove their mental fortitude step forward and he raises the stone and waves his hand. Most fall over onto a cushion or begin giggling or just freeze still, but a lucky few are unaffected and are rewarded with a gold coin. The rest forfeit two silver. [/ooc]Will save, please.

Boxing:
You guessed it, punch their prizefighter down to the ground and win ten gold- if you go down, forfeit five silver. Roll initiative!


Male Varisian Human Air Elementalist (Wizard) 2 / Archivist (Bard) 2 [ HP -4/20 | AC 11/11/10 | CMB +0, CMD 11 | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +3 | Init +2; Perception +5 (+7 when familiar near) ]

Chaise arrives in town with the rest of his group, Isme on his shoulder.

"Ah, finally." The young man stretches, jostling his familiar who snaps at his ear. "Sorry, sorry," he mumbles to her.

He seems excited, a bright grin on his face as he heads straight into the festivities. "I'm going ahead!" he calls back to the rest of the group. "I'll find you later!"

He looks around, enjoying the event and browsing the different stalls and attractions, pausing at a few stalls to purchase some food, eating it thoughtfully and sharing it with Isme.

How much for that?

He's in the middle of looking at an interesting carving when Isme speaks.

"Asta arata interesant."

"Ce face?" Chaise turns to look at what Isme is referring to.

"Acest joc, cu monede și pocale." Isme tilts her head. "Încercați să-l."

Varisian:

"That looks interesting."

"What does?" Chaise turns to look at what Isme is referring to.

"That game, with the coin and the goblets." Isme tilts her head. "Try it."

Chaise grins and approaches the lad moving the wooden goblets around on the small desk in front of him.

When the game starts, Chaise looks intently at the lad's hands, careful to keep track of the goblet the coin is hidden in. On his shoulder, Isme is doing the same thing.

Perception (Chaise) 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Perception (Isme) 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22


HP 10/22 | Per +2 | CMB +7 | CMD 17, AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 | Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +8

Wyam mingling with the village-folk as he lead his steed, Fearghus, slowly through Sandpoint. Chaise had hared off earlier, and he'd bid Elena farewell for the time being as well.

"What do you think, big guy - should we get something to eat, or hit up a game first?" he asked the horse, who replied with a soft nicker. "Yeah, yeah, I know: you're hungry. You're always hungry, you big glutton! Fine, we'll get something to eat," he "conceded", heading for a food stall.

"Good morning, friend!" he exclaimed, hailing the cook. "How much for a meal?"


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

They had made an early start that morning to reach Sandpoint before the day was gone, and Elena had been silent and sleepy for most of the morning, but Elena brightened at the sound of the festival, and spun around with excitement as they came into the square. The music, the games, the smells of the food, and the crowds. As Wyam and Chaise went their way, she stood for a moment, soaking in the festivity until she felt positively delirious.

I promised Kurah I'd pay respects to her friend, she reminded herself, but we just arrived. He won't be expecting me, and it is a festival, after all. Besides, THAT looks like too much fun to pass up.

She strolls towards the artful dodger game.

"You'll never get a drop on me, that's how fast I am," she teases, as she walks behind the line of children with their full sacks of water. She pays her two silver and walks up to the starting line, an impudent grin on her face for the kids. "You haven't got a chance. I'm just too fast."

The man dings the bell, and Elena springs into motion... but doesn't go anywhere. Water flies through the air as the children squeeze their bags, aiming at the place she should have been.

Bluff roll to feint 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

As the kids look around, realizing what happened, Elena walks quickly down the line and picks up the bag of coins. With a broad grin and a wink, she gives a bow.


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

The elf called Spectrum sat in his usual chair outside the Rusty Dragon Inn with a book in his hand and his feet up on the rail. He was dressed in white criss-crossing garments of the local style, but made of foreign cotton of an exquisite weave. A long hooded jacket of bleached leather hung from a hook next to him.

He had been reading but he had just been interrupted by the playful antics of two wrestling dragons who had ended up in his lap. This would have been a much bigger problem for the elf if the dragons had been larger than kittens, but they weren't.

With a look of patient exasperation, Spectrum tipped his book outward, slowly dumping the tussling drakes to the ground. They were so enthralled with their game that they didn't notice until it was too late. They thumped to the ground with indignant hissing squeeks and looked up at him with a mixture of reptilian surprise and outrage.

"What have I told you about my books?" the elf said like a parent to a child.

One looked abashed. The other harumphed and poked his playmate with his spiked tail. Then the moment was over and they burst into the sky to continue their savage play in the air above the festival.

The elf smiled and went back to reading.


Chaise, two silver. Don't bother to deduct it from your gold.

Wyam, 5 silver if you're feeding your horse too. Also don't bother to deduct it.

Elena's cunning deception utterly fools the kiddies and she manages to weave her way around the bags to fortune. Ten gold! The game owners sigh and put out another basket. They're not going to let you play again, sadly- you're far too good.

Spectrum is greeted with more odd stares than usual, given the amount of travelers and merchants visiting the village/city for the first time. The occasional person you do know however gives a quick wave or a nod or a "Morning, Mr. Spectrum"

The turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes to the festival. Mayor Deverin’s friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone’s but Larz’s amusement. Sheriff Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening’s bonfire, and his request for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in the fire that claimed the town’s previous church five years ago. Fortunately, Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd’s mood back up with his rousing anecdotes as he delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap of the long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self-promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening to check out his new production of “The Harpy’s Curse,” revealing that the lead role of Avisera the harpy queen will be played by none other than the famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway


Swallowtail Release: At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child who she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon’s cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna—a furious storm of a thousand swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them. Lunch: Lunch is provided free,at the expense of Sandpoint’s taverns. Each brings its best dishes—this event is a marketing push by the taverns as much to win new customers as it is to feed a hungry crowd. It soon becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is, once again, Ameiko Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry-spiced
salmon and early winterdrop mead easily overshadow the other off erings, such as the Hagfi sh’s lobster chowder or the White Deer’s peppercorn venison.

In other words, lunch from the merchants is going to cost you but feel free to go one to many of the great taverns and wipe off the cost of your meal.


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

In the spirit of the festivity, Elena will certainly spend part of her winnings buying treats for the kids and the game's owner. I've no idea about what's available, or what it costs, but I'd imagine some sort of candy for the kids and booze for the owner. 1gp? 2gp? 5gp? Generous, but not ridiculous. After the speeches, she gravitates towards music, if there is any, and will keep an eye peeling for a scholarly looking elf.


Male Varisian Human Air Elementalist (Wizard) 2 / Archivist (Bard) 2 [ HP -4/20 | AC 11/11/10 | CMB +0, CMD 11 | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +3 | Init +2; Perception +5 (+7 when familiar near) ]

Chaise continues to enjoy the festival and for lunch, goes to have some of Kaijutsu's offerings, enjoying the taste of the mead and the remarkable flavor of the salmon, which Isme readily agrees on his opinion with.


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

While the festival was underway, the scholarly elf (who didn't really look particularly scholarly at the moment) was deep in thought trying to draw parallels between the Thassalonian translation he was reading and other sources he'd come across before. Frustrated, he took a breath, closed the book and decide to get lunch at Amiko's festival booth.

I need the original. Whoever translated this was a buffoon. No sense of detail or accuracy.

When he arrived at his destination, he was not particularly surprised to find Amiko shooing away a pair of hungry, pestering dragonlings.

GM:
As a reminder, Amiko is Spectrum's closest friend.


Current Effects:
none
HP 8/8, AC 15, Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +2, Perception +5, Blindsense 30'

The smaller of the pair was clearly begging, twisting her neck around and cocking her head cutely.

Amiko:
Pleeeeeease? Just a little more?

Psudodragons speak telepathically


The larger was going about his plan with what he thought was cunning and guile...

Stealth: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (6) + 21 = 27

...but he had not thought his plan through. Sneaking in to steal the salmon was easy. Escaping with a fish that was larger than him, was not.


Female Noble Raven Bard (Detective) 7 / Witch (Bonded Witch) 7 [ HP 45/45 | AC 18/16/14, CMD 13, Fort +2, Ref +9, Will +5 | Init +5; Low-light vision; Perception +16 ]

Isme watches the dragonlings, entertained. She's perched on one of the booth's stands.

"Să s-au luat una dintre cele mai mici," Isme comments.

Varisian:

"Should have taken one of the smaller ones," Isme comments.

Some distance away, Chaise looks up from where he's eating, curious of the feeling of amusement his familiar is transmitting to him.


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

Elena spotted the baby dragons first, and stared for a moment in awe. Awe quickly turned to laughter as the blue one gamely struggled to get aloft with its prize. Then she saw the elf, talking to the foreign woman, and she wondered if that could be the one she was supposed to greet. A quick look around told her that this booth was the local favorite, and she got in line for salmon and mead.


HP 10/22 | Per +2 | CMB +7 | CMD 17, AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 | Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +8

Wyam was sure to take in the ceremony by Father Zantus. When the butterflies were released and the town's children squealed in glee and started chasing them, Wyam grinned in delight for them as well. He remembered several such events as a child himself, and that the people here felt safe enough to continue this practice was the cause he'd dedicated his life to.

When the lunch proper was served, he avoided the rush to Amiko's to instead sample the White Deer’s peppercorn venison: the gamey, simple fare appealed to his sense of homeliness.

After lunch, though, Wyam eventually made his way to the prizefighter's ring. Carefully removing his armor and stacking it neatly next to Fearghus, he waited for his turn. Finally stepping in...

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5


Wyam, roll me five attack and damage rolls if you don't mind, unless you want to go through the combat round by round.

As Wyam makes his way into the ring, the standing boxer looks warily at you. He is a mountain of a man, over six feet tall and heavily muscled, though it seems every single muscle has been bruised black and purple before he has gotten to you. Letting out a quick burst of spit over to the side, you manage to hear the wiry fellow behind him running the show muttering "Damn, another out-of-towner..."

As Wyam tends to his boxing, the mayor of Sandpoint comes up to you one by one and begins talking to you. I'll run the conversations simultaneously to save time if no one objects.

Spectrum:
Knowing your habits, the mayor coughs politely and waits to see if you choose to raise your head and notice her. If not, she takes no offence but continues on. Assuming you do however, she smiles at you and inclines her head respectfully before bending down to carefully stroke the heads of your dragons before standing up to speak with you. "Greetings, sir Spectrum. It is good to see you out for our festival! No disrespect to your scholarly works but we do on occasion worry about you fiddling around in your dusty old shelves all day her tone is teasing, not cutting. But in any case, I do know how important your work is important to you so I will merely ask how you are enjoying the festival before going on my way and greeting the other visitors."

Chaise:
The auburn haired mayor greets you with a merry smile. "Greetings, sir! Having the honor of being this town's mayor, I pride myself on knowing all faces thereabouts, and I believe I do not know yours. Might I make your acquaintance? It is a pleasure to see another scholar, if I may call you such, in these parts- I say that given your splendid bird and well lack of that clanking and clunking silver armor so popular among warriors or even priests. How are you enjoying the festival?"

Elena:
The auburn haired mayor greets you with a merry smile. "Greetings, ma'am! Having the honor of being this town's mayor, I pride myself on knowing all faces thereabouts, and I believe I do not know yours.. Might I make your acquaintance? It is a pleasure to see another noble warrior hereabouts; last year we had some problems with young louts who decided to try their hand at banditry, and we found your sort most welcome. How are you enjoying the festival?"


Male Varisian Human Air Elementalist (Wizard) 2 / Archivist (Bard) 2 [ HP -4/20 | AC 11/11/10 | CMB +0, CMD 11 | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +3 | Init +2; Perception +5 (+7 when familiar near) ]

No objections here!

@GM Arkwright:

Chaise returns her smile with an easy grin. "Greetings! It is a pleasure to meet you as well and now I believe acquaintance has been made. I am indeed a scholar—or at least have been called such." He gives a wry smile. "Thank you for your compliments to Isme." He waves a hand in the raven's direction. "I'm sure she'd thank you herself if she weren't otherwise distracted. We've been enjoying the festival very much; I must give you your due in your part of holding such a grand event."


Chaise:
Kendra tries to hide her blushes but it's clear that she's very flattered by your complimenting her event. "Thank you so much- In case you had not heard, part of the reason the festival has been made so large this year is to celebrate the opening of our magnificent new cathedral! The old one burnt down and well I am just so glad Sandpoint finally has a place of worship worthy of it." Shaking your hand quickly, she smiles again. "It was a great pleasure talking with you sir, and I'm so glad you came to visit our little town, but I must go greet some of the other visitors. Please, if it would be convenient, do come to the Cathedrals consecration at sundown- Father Zentas will be giving a special speech, and I am hosting a small soiree for specially invited guests after that I just might be able to squeeze you into. Fare well!" And she goes off to greet other visitors.


HP 10/22 | Per +2 | CMB +7 | CMD 17, AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 | Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +8

Boxing Ring:
Wyam trades blows with the fighter within the ring. Note that Wyam's AC for this is 10 since he's not wearing armor.

Attack (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Attack (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Attack (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Attack (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Attack (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Attack 2 Crit Confirm (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Attack 5 Crit Confirm (Unarmed): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Damage (Non-Lethal): 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

Spectrum and the Mayor:
Glimmer purred shamelessly under her touch, comfortable as ever. Array was more reserved but obviously still enjoyed the attention. Spectrum inclined his head politely.

"Indeed Lady Mayor. Thank you. My work has hit a bit of an impasse recently. I admit to some frustration. The festival is a welcome distraction. This year seems more impressive than any I remember previously. You have outdone yourself."


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

Elena gives a deep bow and grins at the Mayor, or at least the right side of her face does. The left side turns up in a faint smile, the best it can manage after a childhood scuffle. Orcs will be orcs.

"It is an honor to meet you, Mayor Deverin," she says. "Elena Whetstone, at your service. The festival is truly a delight and I am happy to help in any way I can, though I may be of more use serving ale than hunting down bandits. To be sure, the roads are dangerous, but this is mostly for show." She gestures to the crossbow strapped to the back of her pack. Not trying to fool her, Elena's modesty is perfectly transparent.


Male Varisian Human Air Elementalist (Wizard) 2 / Archivist (Bard) 2 [ HP -4/20 | AC 11/11/10 | CMB +0, CMD 11 | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +3 | Init +2; Perception +5 (+7 when familiar near) ]

@GM Arkwright:

"Farewell!" Chaise calls out to the mayor's back, smiling. "I'll be there!"


Spectrum:
The mayor blushes red and smiles even wider. "Why thank you, sir Spectrum. May I ask,if there anything I may do to help you with your impasse? I might be able to help you gain access to a few libraries in other cities, if it would aid you."

Elena:
The mayor nods pleasantly. "Still, I am sure you would be of great help to any poor traveller waylaid by louts such as those. May I ask, had you heard of our proud new cathedral? It is to be opened tonight and that is why our festivities are particularly grand, I was curious as to whether word had spread. The old church sadly burnt down in a terrible fire, killing poor old Father Tobyn and his daughter."

Wyam:
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 With a series of mighty blows, Sir Wyam knocks the champion to the ground, sending up a cry of dismay from his backers and roars of congratulations from onlookers. You win the purse.


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

Madame Mayor:
"My copy of 'Lore of Ancient Thassalonia' as translated by Tasseden is unhelpful. Another copy by a different translator may help me cross reference the information I seek. If any libraries have such books, I would love to visit them."


The larger of the two pearlescent dragonlings finally managed to get aloft with half his pilfered fish while Ameko was dealing with the other of the two. As soon as he was clear he landed on a roof and began tearing into it.


Current Effects:
none
HP 8/8, AC 15, Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +2, Perception +5, Blindsense 30'

The second dragonling, seeing what the first had done, burst into the sky, flew to the roof, and promptly engaged in a screeching wrestling match over the stolen food.


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

Without looking away from his conversation with the mayor, Spectrum placed two coins on the stall in front of Ameko just as she turned to him in outrage.


Male Varisian Human Air Elementalist (Wizard) 2 / Archivist (Bard) 2 [ HP -4/20 | AC 11/11/10 | CMB +0, CMD 11 | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +3 | Init +2; Perception +5 (+7 when familiar near) ]

Eventually, Chaise walks up to Isme's perch, curious as to what amused his familiar so.

The raven greets him with a tilt of her head and points at the dragons with a wing.

Chaise looks and raises an eyebrow. "Huh."

They both continue watching the two dragonlings wrestle and the wizard wonders if this is part of the festival.


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

"Naturally, I would do what I could to help any traveller in danger, as anyone would," Elena says. She looks up at the cathedral and shakes her head. "I confess that the first I knew of the cathedral was when I reached town a few hours ago. From what I was able to piece together of the story from your speeches this morning, it is a testament to you and your town that such an impressive structure stands here today."


HP 10/22 | Per +2 | CMB +7 | CMD 17, AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 | Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +8

Boxing Ring:
Wyam extends a hand to his defeated opponent.

"Well fought, good fellow!" he said magnanimously, helping the man up. Accepting the prize purse, he pulls out 2gp worth and offers it to him, saying, "Have your drinks tonight on me."

Collecting his armor and equipment, Wyam resumed wandering the Festival. The spiced salmon had sounded good; he'd try to find where it was being served.


Spectrum:
Ameko opens her mouth and is about to lambast you and the two dragons before you drop the coins on her counter and the tongue of one of the dragons lolls out of its mouth cutely and she smiply smiles and goes back to selling her produce.

Elena:
The mayor blushes again and smiles, thanking you profusely. She apologies and says that she must go greet other visitors but reuests that you come to the dedication of the new cathedral at sunset.

Spoiler:
After recovering his wits, the fellow raises his head and takes your hand, grinning and pocketing the coins gratefully. The crowd roars your chivalry before you go off.

Finish these off and then I'll jump to the dedication.


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

"Wouldn't miss it for the world" Elena replies. Assuming nobody credible offers her the world, she'll be there.


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

Spectrum just smiles at his old friend, knowing he'd get an earfull later when things weren't so hectic. Placing another coin on the counter, Spectrum helped himself to a salmon fillet fresh off the grill, magically levitating it into his own hand, offering a bite to the mayor.


Spectrum:
The mayor whips out a piece of parchment, some ink and an inkpen and quickly scribbles down a note before returning it to her pocket. She promises to get in touch with some libraries and ask for alternate translations for you. Barring any more questions from you, she leaves to talk to other visitors.


All of you gather in front of the magnificent new Sandpoint cathedral; a beautiful and majestic building carved from stone. Nearly a hundred people gather with you. Atop a small podium at the front of the church is Father Zantus and Mayor Kendra. The sun begins to set and the Father draws out a small thunderstone, and smashes it against his religious icon.

A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

Map.

Spectrum init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Elena init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Wyam init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9 Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Chaise init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
1 init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
2 init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
3 init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
4 init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
5 init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
5: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Elena: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

SURPRISE ROUND
Initiative order:
Enemy 4
Party
Rest of enemies

All of you pick up tiny green forms creeping out from corners of the square. Goblins! One of them charges forward and stands over the dead dog, its rusty blade still slick with its blood and it emits a shrieking howl. The crowd of people are shocked and spellbound.

All of you passed the perception check so you get to act in the surprise round. As its a surprise round, you can only take a move or a standard action. Goblin 4 went ahead of you and moved; now you are up. You go as a group so you don't need to wait for someone else to post. Please feel free to move yourself around the map.


Male Varisian Human Air Elementalist (Wizard) 2 / Archivist (Bard) 2 [ HP -4/20 | AC 11/11/10 | CMB +0, CMD 11 | Fort +1, Ref +4, Will +3 | Init +2; Perception +5 (+7 when familiar near) ]

"Goblins!" Chaise yells, trying to remember what he knew about the creatures.

Knowledge (nature) 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

He holds up a hand, an incantation ready on his lips to defend against any approaching goblins.

Ready Action: Cast Jolt on first goblin within range (25 ft.)
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Jolt damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Ooh, a natural 1 already. By the way, what happened to my familiar? Still on my shoulder and does she take separate actions from me?


She's on your shoulder and she can take actions on your turn if you want but since she's just a raven I'd suggest letting her sit there.

Chaise remembers the following:
Goblins prefer to dwell in caves, amid large and dense thickets of thistles and brambles, or in structures built and then abandoned by others. Very few goblins have the drive to build structures of their own. Coastlines are favored, as goblins are quite fond of sifting through junk and flotsam in an unending quest to find treasures among the refuse of more civilized races.

Goblin hatred runs deep, and few things inspire their wrath more than gnomes (who have long fought against goblins), horses (who frighten goblins tremendously), and regular dogs (whom goblins regard as pale imitations of goblin dogs).

Goblins are also quite superstitious, and treat magic with a fawning mixture of awe and fear. They have the habit of ascribing magic to the mundane as well, with fire and writing both taking on mystical power in goblin society. Fire is much loved by goblins for its capacity to wreak great destruction and because it doesn't require size or strength to wield, but written words are hated. Goblins believe that writing steals words out of your head, and as a result of this belief, goblins are universally illiterate.

Goblins are voracious and can eat their body weight in food daily without growing fat. Goblin lairs always have numerous storerooms and larders. While they prefer human and gnome flesh, a goblin won't turn down any food—except, perhaps, vegetables.

He also remembers that they are a very aggressive race.


HP 10/22 | Per +2 | CMB +7 | CMD 17, AC 20, Touch 10, Flat 20 | Fort +8, Ref +3, Will +8

Surprise Round

Seeing the goblins running throughout the crowd and the killing of the hapless dog, Wyam draws his sword in defense of the crowd about him.


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

Surprise Round

Startled by the sudden appearance of goblins in the crowd, Elena draws a dagger and leans back into the shadow of the building behind her.

Should have enough cover from the building to go stealth. If not, please disregard. 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

The people will panic. That will make this much more difficult. Need to keep my spells clear of the crowd.

Spectrum raises a hand over his head, firing a bolt of pulsating energy that refracted the light like a crystal. It arced through the air and slammed into the goblin standing over the unfortunate dog.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3


Current Effects:
none
HP 8/8, AC 15, Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +2, Perception +5, Blindsense 30'

Ew. What's that? the small dragon on his shoulder said in his mind, twisting of her head to the side in curiosity.


Current Effects:
Cover: Orbius Onx, sea elf sailor. HP 8/8, AC 14, CMD 11, Fort +1, Ref +2, Will +3, Init +2, Per +7, Admixture 9/9

A goblin. They are dangerous and always attack in groups. There will be more of them, hiding. If you want to help, find them and point them out to anyone with a weapon.


Current Effects:
none
HP 8/8, AC 15, Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +2, Perception +5, Blindsense 30'

Alright

The small dragon took to the skies, beginning to scan for more of the ugly creatures.

Perception (lowlight vision, darkvision 60'): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9


Elena, move back a little and yep there's enough cover to stealth.
I'll have Round 1 up soon.


Human Knife Master/Lore Warden (rogue/fighter) 1

To H5, I should think would do it?


You can stealth as part of movement so pull back one more square as you're drawing your weapon and no problem.

Goblins start moving. Another identifies Spectrum as the source of the bolt and runs at him, shouting "MAJIK MAJIK MAJIK KILL KILL TWO-LEGS!". One more moves away from the hidden Elena and draws a bow. Of the two near Wyam, one notices his sword and heads for him, the other grins and raises its rusty blade and rushes for the crowd; Chaise's bolt whizzes past him.

ROUND ONE

Initiative order:
Enemy 4
Party
Rest of enemies
NPC Crowds

The goblin near the dog looks around in surprise after he is hit by a punch from nowhere and turns to the nearby crowd and slashes at the screaming people there. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 1d4 ⇒ 2 The blade sinks into a mans arm.

You're up.

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