DM Sockmonkey's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master keith goudreau

Sandpoint Map
Map Link
Loot

Init:

Init
[dice=Arkus]1d20+4[/dice]
[dice=Jer]1d20+5[/dice]
[dice=Zolarus]1d20+4[/dice]
[dice=Prof]1d20+3[/dice]

Magic Items:

Minor
-Scroll, divine, Bless, 25gp
-Scroll, divine, Magic Stone, 25gp
-Scroll, arcane, Web, 150gp
-Potion, Vanish, 50gp
-Wand, Shocking Grasp, 750gp
-Weapon, +1 Short Sword
Medium
-potion, protection vs evil, 50gp
-Wand, Knock, 4500gp
-Blazing Robe, 11000gp,


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22nd Rova 4707 AR

You are in Sandpoint, a small coastal town on the lost coast fifty miles North of Magnimar. It is still an infant town of less than fifty years, but booming with a little over twelve hundred inhabitants mostly human with a dotting of other races. Fishing, lumbering, glass-working, shipwrighting, and farming are the major industries and exports of the town. The land around the town is truly scenic and uninhabited, little is on the lonely road but shrines to Desna that offer shelter for any unfortunates that get caught in a rainstorm, and the rare inn every twenty four miles or so. On all the entrances to the town is a mirror hung on a post with a sign that reads, “Welcome to Sandpoint! Please stop to see yourself as we see you!”

You are fortunate to be in town for the Swallowtail Festival, which is in honor of the Autumnal Equinox; this year is special due to the consecrating of the newly built church to Desna. The festivities start as planned and without any incidents. The square before the church quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.

Everyone is packed in tight to be able to hear the opening speeches that will kick off the festivities. Mayor Deverin takes the stage first and her 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 amusement (except Larz’s).

Sheriff Belor 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 several years ago

The next speaker is scheduled to be local nobleman Lonjiku Kaijitsu, but a sudden illness has prevented him from attending the ceremony (this isn’t something that surprises the locals, given Lonjiku’s well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals).

Sandpoint’s own showman Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd’s mood back up with his rousing anecdotes. 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 selfpromotion 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 to give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway which is greeted with cheers and applause.

Numerous games and contests take place during the day, including sack races, games of hide-and-seek, weight-lifting challenges, balance beam contests, tug-of-war events, and the like. Everyone is invited to participate and win the grand prize of bragging rights for the day, a fine prize in Sandpoint indeed!

Would anyone like to participate in the games?

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

While enjoying observing these frivolous activities, Tik feels she is not welcome.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

Azoth, always eager to learn something new, is excited to try some of the games.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

A young man, very young man . . . some might say boy (if they didn't mind the terrible look of disappointment on his face) walks into the festive courtyard. Dark skin, bright eyes of a startling amber, his smiles are interrupted by futile attempts to freeze an expression of quiet dignity as he sees the wealth of happy celebrating townsfolk. He is dressed in a sensible traveling outfit in shades of brown, the only flash of real color is a brightly patterned scarf tucked under his cloak that occasionally frees itself in the wind. Rings of bright metal and bone hold a large mop of braided hair almost in check, and he holds a stout staff in one hand.

Alongside him is a animal as obviously foreign to this land as the youth. Imagine crossing a plucked chicken with an iguana, liberally douse the back and head with patterned red and orange spots, then give it brightly colored frills on each side of the neck. The result danced and jumped around the young man's feet, seemingly intent on being crushed under the boy's boot, but always dashing away instants before tragedy.

Surely, there is time for a few games.

He walks to a booth, lays down a copper and tries his skill at a ball toss. As he plays, he people watches.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

As he takes careful aim with the small wooden ball, another young man steps up to the game.

V'Thamuus throws.

to hit(ranged): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

The first ball swishes through the hoop. V'Thamuus raises one fist to the air and the little dinosaur at his side chirps in appreciation. V'Thamuus turns to the young man next to him. He speaks in accented, but educated Taldane. "This is a grand celebration; I dare say, even at home I have seldom seen it's like. Are you from this place? Your face marks you as a local, but your style of armor seems unique here."

He then picks up the second of the four wooden balls and passes it from hand to hand.


@ Azoth

As you walk around the game area looking to try your luck you get drawn in to a young man with an odd lizard-chicken by his feet. After scoring a goal on the game he talks to you in a kind accented voice.

"This is a grand celebration; I dare say, even at home I have seldom seen it's like. Are you from this place? Your face marks you as a local, but your style of armor seems unique here.

There is a wooden cup with 4 wooden balls, painted blue on the counter for you. Your opponent is firing red balls. This game does not cost any money to play.

Lets say DC 15 ranged attack is a point, Thim has one point. Also take your copper back.

Next to the hoops in the back is a chalk board with names and amount of goals made. It reads VOLIOKER BRISKALBERD 3 goals, SAVAH BEVANIKY 2 goals, VACHEDI 2 goals,

Town opponents:

towny 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
towny 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
towny 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
towny 1: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
towny 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
towny 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
towny 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
towny 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
towny 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
towny 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
towny 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
towny 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
towny 4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
towny 4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
towny 4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
towny 4: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

Today, Zolarus was released from jail when the sun rose from the horizon. He decided to quench his thirst at Sandpoint's tavern before the festival began. The handsome, slender aasimar needed a bottle of red wine, hot bath and a friendly female companion preferable all at the same time. He also needed to find another occupation more suitable for his roguish talents. His recent short stint in the local militia failed miserably. How was he supposed to know the pickpocket victim was the mayor's cousin? Too many people are related in this town.

He felt too ashamed to return to Riddleport and work for his parents. If he could win Hagfish contest, then all his money problems would be solved. He could leave Sandpoint and make a name for himself. The small town was beginning to wear on him after three months. Sandpoint's festival and hope of riches is putting an extra spring in his step and made it easy to forget his worries. The empty bottle of red wine and hot bath helped too. Thank Cayden it is time to celebrate! Now where is today's lucky lady?

Zolarus has pale skin, long shiny brown hair fashioned in a pony tail and deep emerald green eyes. He has a narrow face and soft features. More than once he had been confused for a woman at first glance thanks to his aasimar heritage, but he would never publicly admit to it. He walks with a grace seen in very few professional dancers. A shortbow is slung over his shoulders next to a backpack filled with various possessions. Two spring loaded wrist sheath conceal a dagger and a flute.

He says out loud to himself, "What shall I do first? Does the Hagfish contest start today? Balance beams and hide and seek sound like so much fun. Perhaps I can find a lucky lady to be my partner and then ask her to accompany me to 'The Harpy's Curse' after I win one of these games. This sounds like an excellent plan." Smiling ear to ear, Zolarus retrieves his flute and begins playing a joyful melody while walking towards the balance beams followed by hide and seek area. Taking 10 on Perform for DC 19 along his walk.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

V'Thamuus waits for a response, but the second young man seems distracted - perhaps by the contest unfolding on the other side of the courtyard. Two animal performers were pitting their beasts against one another, a hunting bird from the coast vs a bucking horse. To V'Thamuus's eyes it seemed obvious the bird would win, but numerous shouting wagers filled the area around the performance.

He turned back to throw his remaining balls.

2nd ball: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
3rd ball: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
4th ball: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Which each bounced in different directions away from the hoop.

V'Thamuus shrugs with a smile and moved to watch some of the more skilled demonstrate their abilities. The balance beams looked interesting. On his way he buys a roasted stick of exotic meat I think they call it rabbit. As he walks, he watches the contest with bemusement.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

V’Thamuus continues to walk through the festival, smiling at those who smile at him, ignoring those who seem to want to avoid strangers. The demonstration between the bucking horse and coastal hunting bird, ended in the birds favor, just as he expected. The bird kept out of reach, diving down each time an opening occurred, and the horse just kept turning over. V’Thamuus enjoyed a chuckle at the spectacle with the rest of the spectators. Two fair-goers seemed to catch his eye. One, a slight woman, native to the northern parts of Varisia – Shoanti , I believe – looked on the festivities, not unhappily, but content to avoid participation. A second was as opposite as opposite could be. His angelic countenance belied almost instantly by the boorish words he shouted about a local contest, his search for a lady, and the desire to perform in games of skill and dexterity.

”Come, Moninga. Let us see if the apothecary will accept Twaddle’s order, even on a festival day. If so, we will be unencumbered for the rest of the festivities, and can enjoy the customs of this land.”

The youth increases his steps to a jog glancing frequently at carefully noted directions. He weaves between the partyers eager to spend more time at the games himself. Though this isn’t the metropolis of Kaer Maga, he hopes there is some contest that might lend itself to his arcane talents, well . . . and not be cheating of course.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

Sorry, Super Bowl! Yay Sea Hawks!

The man is watching the animal performers and at first doesn't hear the man with the strange lizard speak. His dark hair is unkempt, and his violet eyes are piercing. He does indeed where armor strange to Varisia, an armor made of haxagonal iron plates sewn to cloth, bearing the holy symbol of Iomedae. A longsword rests at his hip, and a shield hangs from his back, all bearing the same symbol.

"I am not from here, specifically, but I am from Korvosa, here in Varisia..." Azoth replies, trailing off, seeming to have his thoughts elsewhere, throwing a ball.

Throw: 1d20 ⇒ 15

The ball barely goes through the loop. "As for my armor, I have travelled far in my studies. My father wished me to learn all that I could about battle, while I wish to learn all that I can about everything."

Throw 2: 1d20 ⇒ 6
Throw 3: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Throw 4: 1d20 ⇒ 1

The man laughs as he goes to throw the last ball and it slips out of his hand, falling to the ground. "I always was much better with a sword!" he turns to the stranger. "I am Azoth, well met." he says, bowing slightly. "And if you don't mind me asking... What is that lizard thing at your feet?"


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

V’Thamuus stops short just as he heads to find the apothecary. The gentleman next to him starts from his reverie and begins a conversation with a smile.

This local commemoration has drawn more than its fair share of seasoned travelers. I wonder if there is destiny afoot, or just another series of coincidences. V’Thamuus accepts the young man’s greeting and introduction and responds with his own. The youth stands firm with both feet firmly planted apart and clasps both hands behind his back. He gives a short bow. ”I am V’Thamuus Diwanimi, late of Kaer Maga, but in journey from the Expanse south of the Inner Sea. I am here to seek my destiny, the path my father lay unknowing before me, yet even before my birth. Please to claim friendship.” The display reeks of formality. With that out of the way, V’Thamuus loosens visibly and awkwardly puts his hand out. He says with a smile, ”I believe the custom here is to clasp hands. Please to call me Thim, the rest too often falls limply from foreign lips.”

At Azoth’s question about Moninga, Thim’s face brightens further.

I do not believe that this tongue has a word for Moninga, but in the Expanse his kind is called nippa. He is the smallest of the great lizards of the jungle, I think you say dinosaur?

It is obvious this is a subject Thim enjoys talking about. The next several sentences come out in a flood of words as Thim's accent grows a bit stronger.

"As for how we became friends, the little ones are a common sight around my Uncle's post. They seem to be in constant battle with the apes and monkeys nearby. False men as they are sometimes called." He grimices as he speaks the word monkey. It is obvious Thim is not a fan. "The nippa control the ground and rivers and the monkeys rule the canopy. Uncle's clients often wagered which would come out on top as they fought for food and territory. Well, one day soon after I found my father's book. I came on a nest of nippa eggs being smashed by one the false men. It was the first time I cast outside my back room in secret, and I drove the beast away with some minor ice magics. One egg was intact, but damaged. I took it home, kept it safe, and when it hatched I had my new friend. Moninga and I have been together ever since. Because I cared for him from hatching, we have a special connection which I have since strengthened based on some of my father's notes. In fact, I have taught him a little magic of his own."

"Moninga! Be sad!"

Moninga looks up from his snack and hangs his head in mock despair. Then, his skin slowly fades from its natural green red and orange to a pale blue.

"Moninga! Get angry!"

The lizard jumps up, bars his teeth with a hiss and spreads his frills. His color deepens quickly to a deep red.

"Moninga! Keep away!"

Moninga's color returns to normal but the bit of rabbit in his claws rises into the air just out of reach and he jumps and scampers after it.

Those who can sense such things see that the magic fueling the tricks comes solely from the dinosaur. Thim just looks on and smiles.

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

Sitting on a store front porch edge, dangling her feet and watching the festivities Tiktaa rests her eyes upon a very odd sight.
A strange looking lizard is doing tricks for a young man holding what appears to be a strip of meat.

hmmm, this must be what Black Feather was talking about...observing and learning...
Tik mumbles to herself. "Oh well, why not?"

Leaping from the porch, cautiously approaching the colorful lizard and his human Tiktaa nears then bends down with a big smile.

"Hello little one, what's your name?" Tik addresses the lizard all the while knowing it's human can overhear. "I am Slow Burn."


Time has gone by fast with all the games and sights to see.

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 whom 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 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 is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint’s taverns. Each brings its best dishes—this event is as much a marketing push by the taverns 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 offerings, such as the Hagfish’s lobster chowder or the White Deer’s peppercorn venison.

Please continue to socialize, just offering lunch.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Moninga turns toward the the woman Thim noticed earlier, who seemed to have thrown off her reluctance to interact. He gives a thrumming throat warble then two high pitched hoots. His bright neck frills expand out giving the lizard's head the appearance of an exotic flower (with sharp pointy teeth).

"His name is Moninga, I have yet to teach him to talk. Though as you can see, he communicates well enough." Moninga turns his head from his friend to the young woman and gives a chirp. V'Thamuus perform the same formal introduction he presented to Azoth a few moments before.

When finished, again he relaxes. "Though it please me to be called Thim. "Had I but known that Moninga was the key to all my happy greetings, I would never have let him sleep during my journeys.[/b] Thim pats a large boxy satchel at his side with a hinged flap at the top and rear.

"In Moninga's name I give you his greetings." The tiny dinosaur at his feet gives a good impression of V'Thamuus's earlier foot plant and bow, then chortles at Slow Burn.

Thim then gestures to Azoth, "This is Azoth the Well-Traveled. If the question does not offend, what brings you to this festival?


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

The conversation is interrupted briefly as dozens of butterfly's surround then disperse from the two young men and woman. V'Thamuus's eyes widen with the sudden simple beauty and he is briefly at a loss for words. A crowd of laughing children push through and past the crew after the butterflies.

"Stunning . . ."

Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

Zolarus sings during the furious storm of swallowtail butterflies and continues to play his flute while watching the children play.

♪♫♫♪"In the temple of gods
The day had come to come together
In the early morning sun
They saw that girl that come to heaven
They ask her 'bout life on earth
If it was getting any better
She told 'em someone took her life
If they could send her back
Just one more time
She knew that someone feels so blue
Wouldn't it be nice... Hold on
To spread the wings and fly... Don't kill the butterfly
To see him one more time... Hold on
To be a yellow butterfly... Don't kill the butterfly"
♪♫♫♪

After his performance, he introduces himself to three very interesting looking individuals. He deeply bows and says, "Good day madam and gentlemen, my name is Zolarus, and it a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Have you tried the curry-spiced salmon? It was magnificent! I hail from Riddleport and am looking for a new adventure. You also look to be foreigners in this town. What brings you here if I may ask? This festival attracted my attention and the possibility of winning the Hagfish contest."


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

As Thim stands agog at the flight of butterfies, the man with the celestial grace but boorish behavior walks up singing a song about Desna's legend and the origen of the festival. He offers up a friendly greeting to the three.

"Well met in return. That is, in fact, the subject at hand." V'Thamuus responds with wary friendliness. "I am here on assignment from the Arcanist's Circle Of Kaer Maga. I must deliver this order for local components to the apothocary. Yet I feel . . . " Thim's eyes gain a distant air. "some destiny, some subtle finger of fate has brought Moninga and I to this place." His expression returns to Golarian. He looks inquistively at the others.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

Azoth seems to space off from time to time, but other wise seems genuinely interested in the lizard. He even takes out his notepaper so and takes notes of every thing Thim says.

Azoth introduces himself to the newcomers. "I am Azoth. I travel wherever the needy be, and wherever knowledge can be obtained."


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Thim raises his hand for a bowl of the salmon stew recommended by Zolarus. He thanks the vendor with a short bow and fumbles with the northern utensils. After a few attempts he just lifts the bowl to his mouth and takes a big slurp. When the bowl lowers a mustache of sauce surrounds a satisfied smile. Thim wipes his face with a quickly concealed handkerchief.

"It is delicious. More and more I am impressed by this little town."

V'Thamuus repeatably sips from the bowl as the conversation continues. "Though it strikes me as an unlikely place for the four of us to find the adventure we seem to seek." He smiles at the thought of adventure in this little town. "But perhaps this will be a good place from which to sally."

Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

He gives Azoth an inquisitive look wondering what he is writing. "You do not wear the equipment of a scribe, but you seem very interested in the little dinosaur. What type of knowledge do you seek here? Arcane, divine or nature?"

Instead of pausing and waiting for an answer, a Shoanti woman catches his eye. He bows and and a yellow wild flower suddenly appears extended from his hand and offering it to Tiktaa. "And who is this exotic lady that graces our company? It would be my pleasure be your escort you for the day. I hear this year's production of The Harpy's Curse is unforgettable..."

After all pleasantries are exchanged, Zolarus give V'Thamuus a friendly smile and nods in agreement with his comments. "I certainly hope so. Shall we make a toast?"

He points his finger at four wine cups about 10 paces away and levitates each through the air and hovers before Tiktaa, Azoth, V'Thamuus and himself last. Zolarus brings the cup to his nose and deeply breathes in an aroma of peach, apricot and hazelnut. Afterwards, he holds the cup of white wine in front of him and waits to toast their unexpected journey.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Thim thanks Zolarus with a smile, but a shake of his head, "Your offer is generous, but I'm afraid I do not care for spirits." He waves his hand and the mug soars back to he table from whence it came. (Mage Hand) A second arcane gesture summons a cup of freshly steeped tea with cream. "But I will join your toast. To destiny. To destiny and the rise and revelation of this land's ancient secrets." He raises the wooden mug into the air.


Later That night

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.

Goblins chew and goblins bite.

Goblins cut and goblins fight.

Stab the dog and cut the horse,

Goblins eat and take by force!

Goblins race and goblins jump

Goblins slash and goblins bump.

Burn the skin and mash the head,

Goblins here and you be dead!

Chase the baby, catch the pup.

Bonk the head to shut it up.

Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,

We be goblins! You be food!

Perception Check DC 12:

Thim: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Zolarus: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Tiktaa: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Azoth: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6

Zolarus & Tiktaa:
Hiding at the wagon’s edge is a goblin licking dog blood from his cruel little dagger with a menacing grin it scans the crowd for a new victim. With him there are two more green knife wielding goblins.

Zolarus and Tiktaa may act in the surprise round.
Tiktaa: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Zolarus: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
badguys: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Map link at the top of the page

Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

"Dog-eaters? How disgusting! That is the problem with a good party. It attracts scoundrels and thieves. You there. Where is your invitation?!?" Zolarus removes a piece of lint in his pockets and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger while casting Daze (Will DC 13) on the middle goblin.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Thim turns toward the singing. More celebrations. I wonder why everything must always be so violent here. Animal sacrifice in the street . . . He freezes for several seconds, and Moninga looks up at his master for guidence, hopping from one foot to the other.

The bowl of stew falls from his hand."Wait . . . This isn't part of the festival?! Beasts! False men! The false men are attacking! V'Thamuus stands paralyzed for a few more precious moments as he shifts his attitude from one enjoying a quaint local carnival to one who might soon be fighting for his life.

Thim spends the surprise round doing nothing (not that he has much choice) and Moninga follows his master's lead.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

Azoth is too distracted to notice the goblins yet apparently... He needs to sstop staring into space...


Tiktaa going to autobot you to move this along, totally understand, Vegas. You cast produce flame.

Tiktaa shoots a ball of flame from her hand at the goblin on the side of the cart. It hits the little menace and incinerates him. 1d20 ⇒ 17 damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Middle Goblin Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
The middle goblin's eyes open wide and he just stares there unmoving. The last goblin seeing Azoth writing words on paper becomes enraged and he charges him with his cruel dogslicer dagger. He jumps up and swings at the paper cutting it in two. Words words words, not steal from my brain evil writer.
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Azoth init: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
Thim init: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Init Order
Thim
Tiktaa
Azoth
Zolarus
Goblins

You guys are up.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Thim regains his composure just as one of the beasts rushes the group. It cuts the pages from Azoth's hands, and a flash of anger mars the Thim's young face. His bows furrow as a distortion forms in the air before him. A moment later a mote of eldritch energy tears itself into this reality. It flares out in a random direction, but Thim binds it to his will. It stops in midair, emitting a bright green glow, then streaks to the goblin in front of Azoth, striking it in the chest. "Back! Back beast! Kurudi msitu, au mimi kula akili yako baridi!"

Ployglot:
"Return to the forest, or I will eat your brains chilled!"

Standard: shoot force bolt at the goblin adjacent to Azoth. Auto hit damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

He then unhitchs a strap on the satchel at his side, motioning to Moninga. "Up friend, up!"

Move: unlatch familiar satchel

Moninga jumps into the bag and the mesh lid falls shut.

Moninga move: move to Thim and get in satchel.

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

Anyone standing near Tiktaa now realizes why she refers to herself as Slow Burn...she appears to be smoldering all over and the glow behind her eyes has increased to a stunning shine.
"Abominations will burn!"
Grinning wildly she throws another ball of flame at the dazed fiend...Middle Globlin who did not make will save
Touch: 1d20 ⇒ 13Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

Standing beside Tiktaa, Zolarus sees her fierce expression and deadly display of fire magic. He takes a step away from her, smiles and exclaims, "Tiktaa darling, what beautiful red eyes you have! I'm very happy to be on your side of the battlefield."

Quickly, he retrieves a shortbow and fires an arrow at the dazed goblin. In his haste, he prematurely releases the bowstring and the arrow flies nowhere near its target.
Ranged attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 I can't wait to hear where this arrow landed.


Zolarus's arrow fires wide and heads right for a lady running with her baby. In a moment of true luck the arrow strikes down the little green foe that is chasing her as he jumps to stab the baby. Truly if the goblin did not jump at that exact moment there would be a mortally wounded infant due to Zolarus's bad aim. After feeling the dead goblin strike her back the lady turns to see the arrow in the goblin's head and Zolarus with the bow. Thank You Most Generous Hero! She continues to run for safety as the fairgrounds are no longer safe.

The dazed goblin blinks his eyes and notices the group. With a wicked grin he climbs on top of the wagon and begins to hoot. The green humanoid begins to throw all matter of what he can find in the wagon at you in an attempt to intimidate you. Luckily for the group his aim was off and the odd horse shoe, piece of cut wood, cabbage head, pillow, lawn dart, and frying pan all miss their mark. Between throws he takes bites of found food stuffs in the wagon. He is spitting pieces of chewed almonds and berries as he curses between hoots.

Hoot! Hoot! Hoot! Longshanks, longshanks gonna run and die. Hoot! Hoot! Hoot! Gonna pull out your eye. Hoot! Hoot! Hoot! Gonna pull out your other eye! Hoot! Hoot! Hoot!

goblin throwing junk: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
intimidate Tiktaa with her fire: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13Not so much

Azoth is up, sorry to skip you but I wanted to have some goblin shenanigans before you killed them off.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

no problem lol, i have spent the better part of the day snowed in and playing with my new tablet!

Azoth is shocked at the sight of the goblinss and moves toward the last one standing in this area, drawing his longsword as he does so. He grips the blade with both hands and swings!

Move action toward last gobln, draw weapon as part of move with +1 BAB, Standard action attack with longsword using two hands.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Damagee: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

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Azoth swings as the goblin was about to throw a lantern at him. His sword cuts the littl bugger in half.

End of combat, take a round before I move it along.

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

Standing tall and absently braiding her hair into a more manageable mess, Tik walks over towards the goblin aftermath. "Now where did these come from?" Perc: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Searching for any clue as to why they would jump in the middle of a human festival, being only three we've seen thus far, etc...


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Thim shivers and looks at the charred and chopped corpses scattered around him. "Wh. . . what happened? How did they get so far into town?" Moninga pokes a snake-like neck and head from the satchel and chirps comfortingly. V'Thamuus pushes one of the goblin bodies over with his foot and leans down to look at it more closely, then turns to his new companions in battle, "Is this common? Will there be more?" he stands again, and as the rushing of his blood in his ears subsides Thim begins to here the faint sounds of screams, crashes of destruction, and evil chittering surrounding him from other parts of the town.

"Fellows, I do not think this is done."


There are dozens of goblins causing anarchy in the streets, killing animals, singing war songs, and attacking townsfolk. Just as the group is about to rush to the screams in the distance a huge bloom of flame erupts south of you in town. The goblins have found the wagon full of fuel for the sunset bonfire and have set it ablaze!

There are four goblins near the wagon, one singing evil goblin songs. They all shriek with delight when they notice you and prepare to attack. They are armed with torches and dogslicers.

Goblins burning down stuff!

Goblin singer!

init:

Azoth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Tiktaa: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Zolarus: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Thim: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
goblin pyros: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

-Init Order-
Tiktaa
Zolarus
Azoth
Thim
Goblin Pyros

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

Arching her back, hands raised high Tik pleads with her forefathers,
"Ancestors aid us!"
Casting bless


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

round between the fights: Azoth tries to determine if the gobins they just killed have any vlues as to where they came from. Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Upon seeing the goblin pyromaniacs, Azoth moves as close to them as he can, pulling his shield off his back and lasahing it to his arm as he does so.

Double move, drawing shield.

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prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

A gout of flame rises from the south, and the giggles and chants have a new set of faces. More of the beasts surround the wagon of fireworks to the south. This batch of false men has a leader, it's vile song urging the goblins on to even greater destruction.

"Remove the head, the body dies." Thim remembered the tactics he discussed on his journeys to the north. He twists his hands in precise patterns and repeats words long studied from his father's book. Two streaks of pale green energy rip into this reality, orbit the young mage twice and streak to the singing goblin with deadly intent.

Thim casts magic missile at the singing goblin. Auto-hit: damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 = 10

Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

Why do the goblins stay and fight? Are they not afraid to attack an entire town? Quick, say something clever before they see your fear.

Zolarus feels Tiktaa's divine blessing and his companion's bravery renews his hope despite Sandpoint beginning to burn all around him. Beads of sweat begins to form on his brow as he suddenly realizes that his life is in danger. Seeing another mob of goblins, he fingers pull another arrow from his quiver and races closer for a clear shot.

"Go back to the hole your mother bore you in!"

Move action 30 feet southeast and standard action to range attack the western most goblin. Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 1 = 141d6 ⇒ 4

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Ongoing Effects: Bless (1 min)


Squishy longshanks time to die!
Cook them up and make them fry!
Eat their faces chew their ears!
So every other longshank hears!

Then Thim's Magic Missiles connect with the Warchanter killing her outright. The remaining goblins look at each other and you can see ones lower lip quivering in panic. They flee in all directions, one hides under the burning wagon then the burning wagon collapses on him. Another tries to climb up the side of the house but gets distracted by a birds nest in a gutter as he takes the found eggs for later momma bird attacks and the goblin looses his grip breaking his neck on the ground below. The final goblin actually gets away, in all the madness of his other two associates demises you loose track of him, but have a good feeling that he will not be back.

The encounter is written, if the Warchanter is killed the others panic and flee, so good job, Since you have active spells up I am going to fast forward to the next encounter.

The goblin raid occurs after things at the festival itself have calmed somewhat. Here and there, the sounds of battle, clanging swords, calls of support by the town guard, and shrieking and singing goblins echo through the streets, but at the festival itself, most of the citizens have fled. One or two goblins remain behind to scavenge food, and many
more lie dead along with a few unfortunate citizens.

There is the sound of a scream and a frantic barking come from the north. You all follow the noise to investigate.

Just east of the White Deer, near Sandpoint’s north gate, a goblin mounted on a very ugly hairless dog has bravely attacked a noble and his hunting dog. The noble cowers behind a rain barrel where he calls for help, while his dog fights against the mounted goblin. As the group arrive on the scene, you are just in time to see the goblin kill the dog with his horsechopper. The dog crashes dying to the ground as the mounted goblin kin, who were themselves cowering nearby as the dog was handled, throw up a cheer and emerge from hiding. The goblins are still distracted by their kill, and as they turn their attention to the noble, they have not noticed the group and you the opportunity to attack with surprise.

Mounted Goblin

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

Taking out the apparent leader appears to work wonders with these abominations...aiming towards that one...

Smoldering with fierce determination, Slow Burn flicks her wrist and a small flame begins to "dance" around her hand, growing in intensity. Tik glances down at her hand and smiles. "Hello my wonderful friend, strike true"
The flame immediately streaks toward the mounted abomination
Ranged Touch: 1d20 ⇒ 18Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Solid tactics should be repeated. . .

Muda wa kukutana miungu yenu tumbili! Thim shouts to get the attention of the beasts before him. Then after looking into the hateful eyes of the dog rider/killer, releases another barrage of eldrititch energy. Two pale green bolts appear in the air, zip toward the sky, then turn suddenly and unerringly toward the beast already burned by Tiktaa's inner flame.

Polyglot:
"Meet your gods, false men!"

Cast magic missile at the mounted goblin unless Tiktaa's fire killed it. If it is already dead, send the magic missile at the hairless dog instead.

auto-hit: damage: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (3, 1) + 3 = 7


The goblin falls off the hairless dog dead on the ground from both attacks.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

"DIE GOBLiN FIEND!" Azoth yells as he charges the mounted creature. As he runs, the goblin falls dead off its mount so Azoth instead attack its mount.

Charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

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Grand Lodge

Nagaji Dual-cursed Life Oracle 6 HP 51/51 | DR 3 AC 24* (+2 vs evil) T 10* FF 24* CMD 17* | F+5 (+2 vs poison) R+3 W+6 (+2 vs mind) | Init +0 | Perc+12 | Conc+12 | Channel 5/5

The adrenaline pumps through his veins and enhances his senses. Time slows down as minutes feel like hours. The chaos around him form musical notes of snaps, screeches and howls. The smoke stings his eyes, but it does not detour his motivation. An idea flashes like lightning through his mind.

"Keep one alive for questioning. Hey goblin filth, which one of you wants to die last?"

Standard action to range attack the western most goblin. Is the bless still active? If not subtract 1 from attack roll Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 201d6 ⇒ 2

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Ongoing Effects: Bless (1 min)


Azoth charges forward but cannot get close enough during his run.

Moved you up 60 ft

Zolarus's arrow finds the mark and hits the goblin in his shoulder.

The pack of goblins and hairless dog growl with excitement they look to be ready to charge!

init:

Azoth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Tiktaa: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Zolarus: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Thim: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
goblins: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Init order
Tiktaa
Azoth
Goblins
Thim
Zolarus

Surprise round over

Scarab Sages

Female LN Shoanti Shaman 1 | AC 16 | HP 8/8 | +0/+2/+6 | Intit +10 | Perc +6

Taking full round, moving to two squares above Azoth

Jogging towards the little fiends, Slow burn begins to smolder, the smoke "steaming" from beneath her garments.


Male Human (Varisian Paladin | HP 15/15|AC 17|T 10| FF 17|CMD 14|Fort +4|Ref+0|Will +2|Perc +0|Init +10|
Abilites/Magic:
Smite Evil 1/1

sorry, on my tablet the map doesn't always load properly,, I also can't move myself on here... At least, I haven't figured out how to yet..

Azoth charges the goblin closest to him, slashing at the thing with his longsword. "The Inheritor bids you return to the pit from whence you came!"


Azoth charges up and strikes the goblin with his longsword. Tiktaa moves up closer to combat.

The goblin swarm descends on the paladin with their viscous dog slicers, and the mangy goblin dog bites with his foamy mouth. The slashing of brittle blades slash and stab and one connects with a bitter bite. They all hoot and howler at the site of blood.

goblin attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
goblin attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3
goblin attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
goblin dog attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

You will cry and you will moan
Goblins come into your home
Goblins hide where you can’t hear
Goblins pounce and bite your ear

Goblins hide when longshanks come
Goblins smart and you be dumb
Goblins hide where you can’t see
You can’t run and you can’t flee

You will scream and you will run
Goblins chase you down for fun
Goblins hide where you can’t spy
Goblins snatch and gouge your eye

Goblins creep and Goblins crawl
Goblins come when baby bawls
Goblins hide where you can’t find
Upon you flesh we goblins dine

Init order
Tiktaa
Azoth
Goblins
-> Thim
Zolarus


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

Thim furrows his brow. He comments to Moninga, still staring out of his satchel, "I was saving this one for the children this evening, but I doubt anyone will still be in the mood for celebrations."

A few words of power and a circular wave later a multi-colored ball of sparking shining lights and embers shoots toward the sky. The ball unfurls two wide wings and a long draconic snout of fire. It swoops back and forth among the rooftops, trailing motes of lights and crackling with fire then turns suddenly to dive at the feet of the hairless dog, where it explodes in its face.

V'Thamuus smiles thinly, as another burning ball appears in his hand ready to fire in the next few seconds.

Cast snapdragon fireworks and fire the first bolt at the hairless dog's space. One more bolt left.

auto hit: damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 + Dazzled for one round; DC 16 reflex for half damage and avoid dazzled.

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