the current date is the 23rd of Rova. For 5 years the faithful of Sandpoint have worshiped their Deities in temporary structures after the previous temple burned to the ground in a mysterious fire. After years of hard work from the dedicated citizens of Sandpoint, the new temple is finally complete. All that remains is to renew the temples blessings from the gods at the Swallowtail Festival , and it will be as if the Sandpoint fire had never happened.
The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly as schedules on the Autumn Equinox. The square before the newly erected temple becomes crowded as locals and travellers arrive. Several merchant tents featuring food, cloths, crafts and souvenirs are prepared to meet the incoming crowd. Once a respectable turnout has arrived the opening speech takes place featuring four keynote speakers. The first to step up to the podium is an overly cheerful woman featuring a large smile.
MAYOR DEVERIN: “Welcome one and all to the Swallowtail Festival. For those of you who may not know me, I am Kendra Deverin, Mayor of Sandpoint. It’s good to see such a great turnout!.. Why I beleive i see that even Larz Rovanky, has managed to pull himself away from the Tannery to join us in celebration, getting that workaholic to have any fun at all is a great feat in and of itself!”
The residence of Sandpoint erupt into cheering and laughter at the joke. Everybody except for Larz that is.
” It should go without say that this year’s festival is very special to us as we celebrate the grand opening of or New Temple. As you all Know, 5 years ago, tragedy struck our small town when a fire claimed our last temple, However, we banded together and from the ashes, we have rebuilt! And now, after years of planning,construction,and hard work, our place of worship is once again open to you, the public! Please go forth and enjoy the celebration and keep in mind what this year’s festival stands for. Today marks a day for new beginnings.”
The crowd claps and cheers.
”Next up is Sheriff Belor Hemlock with a word on safety.”
Mayor Deverin steps down as a large gruff looking man in a uniform strides briskly in to take her place on the stage. His tone is considerably less cheerful than Mayor Deverin’s and he immediately brings the crowd down with his dour mood.
SHERIFF HEMLOCK: ”I just want to send a reminder out to be safe throughout the festival, especially tonight at this evening’s bonfire, We've just completed our new temple and we don’t need some fool with too much ale in him, burning it down again. Id Also like to remind everyone that Children need to be accompanied by an adult at all times!, and that any instances of drunken or disorderly conduct, stealing, or fighting will be dealt with swiftly and harshly! In closing, I’d also like us all to take a moment of silence in remembrance of those who lost their lives in that temple fire 5 years ago.”
Sheriff Hemlock closes his eyes and bows his head for close to a minute. The crowd follows suit. The Sheriff then walks off stage without announcing the next speaker. Mayor Deverin instantly pops up from her seat.
MAYOR DEVERIN: “And now we’d like to welcome one of our towns most famous locals And owner of The Rusty Dragan tavern and creator of the best damn curried salmon and winterdrop mead in town... Lonjiku Kaijitsu!!!.”
She begins clapping to welcome her. After a moment of waiting she speaks out again,
”Lonjiku?”
After a few moments it is apparent that She will not be coming to the stage for a speach. Mayor Deverin slips back and whispers to her peers standing at the back of the stage, then returns to address the crowd.
”It appears Lonjiku is to engaged with the free lunch provided by the inns today to take a break and join us, and so she will not be able to present her speech today. Taking her place instead is Sandpoints own Showman Cyrdak Drokkus!”
Cyrdak moves up to center stage and entertains the crowd with various different acts. At the end he shamelessly plugs the Sandpoint Theater and promotes his play ”The Harpy’s Curse” taking place the following evening.
Lastly, Father Zantus moves up to thank everyone before declaring that the Swallowtail Festival has officially begun!
"Folks!..Please enjoy yourselves today and don't forget I will be giving a special speech and blessing of the temple this evening, so please make sure you make it back in time to participate..and may the Dietys Blass you!"
Bedlam watches all this from the back of the crowd, as he just arrived into town moments ago. He is surprised to have entered into a Festival, but it shouldn't be much of a bother as he doesn't really have a set purpose in mind any ways. He listens intently to the speakers, nodding in approval as the Sheriff promotes the rules and safety awareness.
Well, I am in need of some supplies but that can wait I suppose. The free lunch does sound good after my travels.
Bedlam approaches a citizen, asking Err...excuse me, but would you point me in the direction of this Rusty Dragon Tavern?
In the middle of the crowd, a gnome known as Lorilon stands mesmerized. Time seems to flow differently for him, as he absorbs the cheerful attitudes, the laughter and kind words between friends and family. He soaks it all in as he leans backwards - staring into the sky.
One day Gorum, I'll prove myself to you - and then.. Then I will be respected. Then I will be part of this community, not as a gnome commoner.. No.. As a respected member.
He sighs for a moment, his muscular physique carried with ease - though his ribs are still sore after brawl with the Shoanti. Allowing his sight to wander aimlessly, he decides to visit one of the tables filled with food for the festival - filling a plate with different types of meat and fruit. He never did like to sit, and instead eats his food standing up - smiling as the other townsfolk pass by and humbly nodding to those that return the favor.
Bedlam raises a bushy eyebrow at the citizen and steps toward him, but halts as he reminds himself that he is a stranger here.
Probably drank pissed in ale. That would hurt anybody's morning.
Bedlam peers around the crowd, looking for, perhaps, a more reasonable-seeming looking fella to ask.
Off to one side of the crowd a tall man stands, spears poking out from a harness on his back, a shield hangs off to one side. He holds a spear and his bearing proclaims to all who see him that he is a military man. In fact, several of the Fesitival attendees have already mistaken him for a member of the town guard. He stands at 6'4" and weighs about 215 lbs, his hair is cut short, barely visible. His eyes are blue and constantly search the crowd. He stands at what some might refer to as military rest. Feet set apart and back straight, he appears ready to act at a moment's notice.
Pierce Friggens, called Spears by his friends and others, still wears a faded and well worn city guard uniform of Magnimar.
As the speeches end, Spears wanders over to the tables for some food and drink, noticing some folks who don't look like regular town folk.
Bedlam's stomach begins to rumble and he has a powerful thirst. He looks determined.
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Anders moves through the crowd with some ease,despite the greatsword on his back. Glad I made it for the speeches. Varisians really know how to put on a show he thinks, I'll think about finding a guide in the morning". he heads towards the table Good thing Sheriff hemlock is on duty. If I was still in the Night Guard I'd most likely be missing the festival. He smiles and makes way for a matronly woman, "Ma'am" he murmers politely, touching his forelock in respect. She smiles briefly in return then moves on her way.
Over by the tables he spots a tall man with spears poking out of a harness on his back, and a shield. His uniform is recognised by Anders, A Magnimaran guard? He wonders to himself. Standing next to the table is a gnome waving a chicken drumstick and smiling at people passing by, who are studiously ignoring him. Anders wanders over to the table,"Good day, Sir" He says to the Spearman, "You are a fair way from Magnimar" He turns to the gnome, "and good day to you Master Gnome." he adds. Never hurts to be polite.
Smiling broadly, Lorilon turns to face the young Chelaxian - tossing away the drumstick and placing his plate on the table. His eyes first and foremost notice the greatsword strapped on his back.
I wonder if this youngster even knows how to unsheathe that thing?
"Good day, youngin'! Nobody's ever called me a Master before - and I'll have you know that I have not deserved such a title. As far as Gnome goes, I applaud your keen intellect for noticing.." He mutters, obviously offended.
"So, what brings you to Sandpoint?"
They never do realize I'm born and raised a Varisian by Varisians, I'm just as much a human as this fellow..
Bedlam stars at the human, stunned--and slightly embarrassed by his stomach--that he is actually being addressed. He bows low and proclaims:
Well then, yes....I am Bedlam Bottomland, newly arrived here in this town of....hmmm...I don't believe I know the name actually.
I seem to remember the ...mayor?...naming this town, but alas, I can't recall. Stupid stomach. This is embarrassing. Knew I should have hunted before entering into a strange town.
Bedlam smiles, weakly, and shrugs his shoulders.
I was hoping to visit this...Red Dragon Tavern for lunch. Would you know the way?
He glances at the Gnome. I would be most grateful
And Bedlam does notice the spear-wielding human standing at guard.
Good to have such an apparent show of safety here, I think
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An attractive blonde woman, dressed in a cloak skinned from a wolf and wearing a suit of scale mail is at the festival. She has the look of an Ulfen with flowing blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and standing at a height of 6"0, with a well built body for a human woman. Across her back she had a massive pole-arm with a spiked hammer head and a spear head, commonly known to those educated as a Lucerne hammer.
Katrin currently is moving about the festival, checking out various wares, occasionally spreading a coin or two to taste some of the local foods and ale. She also keeps watch for the competitions for she's always up for a challenge.
As she moves about she overhears Anders and approaches him. "Greetings, I am Katrin Helgunnr, spearmaiden from the Land of the Linnorm Kings. I do agree with your statement that these Varistians are unique in their culture. I can tell by the look of you that you are not a Varistian though. A mercenary from another land looking to fame and fortune perhaps?"
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"Good day, Lady Katrin and no. Varisian by virtue of being born here, Chelaxian by ancestry. Lately of Magnimar where I was apprenticed to the Night guard, but sadly no post for me. Currently seeking Lore on the ancient Thelassians - an interest of mine. What does a spearmaiden from the North seek in Sandpoint? Yes, master dwarf, Sandpoint is the name of this town, but I'm afraid I have no idea where this tavern is. why not avail yourself of the food and drink here?" Anders replies politely
Bedlam eyes the food at the nearby table, calculating his funds.
I...uh....have heard that the fare at this Tavern is most welcoming and the drink there is to make a Dwarf proud. Yes.
Bedlam looks slightly red, although it is difficult to tell from the dirt already covering his face and the unruly thickness of his beard.
Bedlam thinks Dang dambit all together anyway
I suppose that this grub will have to do for now He grumbles as he digs out a couple of coppers form inside his vest.
Lorilon's smile fades at the Chelaxian's second comment on his race, and he takes a menacing step forward - pointing his finger upwards.
"Now listen here, young man. I didn't appreciate your first comment, nor did I your second. My name is Lorilon, Lorilon Minkmasher."
The gnome sighs, and calms himself - taking a step back.
Calm down, the youngin' probably meant no disrespect..
"I'm sorry I.. I've had a long day.." He touches his rib, obviously still in some pain from the brawl.
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"A Chelaxian you say. You are different from what I expected. There are some unsettling tales told in taverns about your people worshiping demons or something to that effect. As for my reason for being here, it is the call for adventure that drives me. Varistia I have heard is a land of opportunity and I am certain I can find employ somewhere in the land. This Magnimar place sounds like somewhere to go to find employment so I am currently heading in that direction. I was merely passing through Sandpoint but decided to stay longer after hearing about a festival. So for now I will stay here a few days and see what Sandpoint has to offer."
She looks to the Dwarf, "And greetings to you as well Dwarf. You must also be on a journey if you're staying here in a human settlement."
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1 - Shield of Faith
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Sacerdos listens to the speeches in passing, focusing his attention upon the crowd. Ragathiel had revealed his will in placing him in town on the very day of the celebration. The leaders of the town appear all too eager to put the evils they faced behind them. But a blanket will only snuff a flame for so long before it too burns...
The cleric rests against one of the display posts at the edge the center courtyard, looking parallel to the stage so he can search the faces of the crowd. He's seeking anyone who seems doubtful of the "cheery" message given by the mayor.
After the speeches are ended, Sacerdos moves towards the area near the food table. Nothing loosened lips like free food and drink. His vestments of silver with slashes of red blew in the gentle breeze from the west as the cleric headed for the table. Once there, he stood to the side as he got a lay of the land. A bit of time observing always benefited the cause.
Of interest is a table near the door where a group is talking. A dwarf, a gnome and even what appeared to be a spearman along with a woman. All were armed, and from what he could tell were not local.
Bedlam begins eating and drinking the food purchased. He stops in mid-chew as the warrior woman speaks to him and looks her way, spilling ale down his beard a bit.
Indeed I am traveling through this town, but I think I may stay a bit to enjoy the festivities. I am called Bedlam Bottomland. Good to meet you miss.
Bedlam continues to enjoy his fare, while standing among this group.
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"Well met then Bedlam Bottomland. I am Katrin Helgunnr, Spearmaiden from the Land of the Linnorm Kings. Hopefully you'll get a lot of enjoyment out of this fine festival. Speaking of which, there must be some games here to try out."
She looks around seeing what events are being run. An arm wrestling competition seems like something to try.
Bedlam--busy eating his well-earned grub--looks around as Katrin speaks.
Games?...hmmm...
well Katrin Helgunnr, I believe that perhaps I may be able to accompany you upon such an endeveavor. After I finish this grub, of course!
Spears chuckles at the interaction between the other people.
"I am not a Sandpoint city guard, in fact, I used to be a city guard in Magnimar, as the former Night Guard mentioned. I am also here for a bit of adventure too. My name is Spears, well my name is Pierce, but all my friends call me Spears for..."
Spears taps his spear on the ground.
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Anders smiles ruefully. "Yes, The Chelaxian Empire now is given over to Devil worship, but not all who are Chelaxian agree with this. My ancestors left Korvosa to pursue a life away from devil worshippers generations ago. I might be interested in a bit of adventure. I was hoping to find a local guide to show me the Thassilonian ruins hereabouts, such as the lighthouse up on the Hill.
Now, where are my manners - you have given me your names, but i have yet to introduce myself. I am Anders Trelassion. Well met, Katrin Helgunnr and Spears."
Lorilon nods at the newcomers to the table.
"Seems like the Swallowtail festival draws in adventurers from all over Varisia. Pleasured to meet you all. I'm Lorilon Minkmasher - bowyer, brawler and .. well.. used to be a sponsored fighter. Long story."
He looks down for a second, then allows his eyes to wander - looking the other adventurers up and down.
Maybe one of these lads would prove worthy of a brawl, though they all look quite fresh. Well, except the Guardsman and the Spearmaiden.
Bedlam looks over as the others introduce themselves. He steps over in their direction a bit.
I suppose festivals are like that, although I've never been to one exactly so I am guessing
Bedlam bows low to all involved in the introductions.
I am Bedlam Bottomland, tinkerer and nature warden. I am glad to have the pleasure.
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Looking to Lorilon Minkmasher and chuckles saying "Oh so you think you have what it takes to be a fighter do you Lorilon? The only Gnomes I've known were good at two things, being sneaks and spellsingers. Its a hard world out there being the little guy. Still, you have the look of someone whose been in a few scraps. Were you on the winning end of those fights you're bragging about?"
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Having watched the opening remarks of the mayor, I return to the Rusty Dragon Inn. I am sitting and relaxing while conversing with Ameiko.
To Ameiko-"A curious gathering of people here Ameiko. I've seen a greater variety than normal, some dwarves, elves, even a gnome. This give me pause, destiny brings such groups together for a reason. I'm sure they have much to fulfill in their lives. I will wish them the best. I shall return soon."
I approach the group of non-locals near the village center with arm spread and welcoming (physical description)
I bow my head and unless prompted, return to the inn, sit at the bar, and sip my water waiting for the next event and chatting with Ameiko when able.
Bedlam nods at the newcomer--Carrion--and extends his hand out to shake politely.
Bedlam Bottomland, at your service, good Carrion Hawthorne. We were just being 'entertained' by thee two here as to their....prowess.
He nods his shaggy head in the direction of Lorilon and Katrin.
Bedlam looks over Carrion to see anything that might clue him as to his specialty.
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"Good day, Carrion Hawthorne. I am sure The Welcomer has directed my path here so you may be right as to destiny. We seek adventure, if you are interested. I believe that Bedlam Bottomland here was seeking the Rusty Dragon Inn. I myself would welcome a place to sit; crewing a sailing vessel can be quite hard work. Also Lorilon Minkmasher looks as though he would welcome a place to sit, given his bruises. Perhaps you might direct us all to this Rusty Dragon Inn? We should discuss our desire for adventure and see if perhaps we can form a company of adventurers?"
Looking up at the Ulfen woman while she speaks, Lorilon feels too familiar with both the tone and the words. Little Guy. He found it strange that someone would be so brash as to condescend people carrying swords as large as themselves.
Perhaps I shouldn't bite, this woman is obviously not from around anywhere near here, perhaps she's one of those Ulfen people. Can't say I ever heard anyone say they where very bright.
"Sure, I've been in a few brawls - wouldn't introduce myself as a brawler if I hadn't. Now that's actually exactly why brawling is so beautiful, it doesn't matter too much if you win or lose - it's the adrenaline pumping through your veins and the roar of the crowd that gets to you." He smirks while still holding a hand on his ribs.
"And I wouldn't know what most gnomes do and do not, I was born in Varisia and raised by Varisians. My ancestors are neither known to me, nor a concern. And yourself? I'm guessing you've done some brawling as well?"
Lorilon gives a quick nod to Carrion as he approaches, obviously too busy wrestling words with Katrin.
Bedlam smiles as Anders reminds him of the Rusty Dragon as his desired destination.
Yes, free food and a place to sit and relax after my long journey...sounds good to me.
Yes, thank you Anders. Yes, Carrion, if you could be so kind as to lead the way or point the way, I would like to visit this Rusty Dragon. I have heard that the food be good there
Bedlam glances at the group that has somehow formed at the vendor table.
Perhaps there be any others that would like to join?
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She looks to Lorilon intrigued and says, "I've been known to put my fist through a man's face when they don't keep their hands to themself. Mainly I focus on weapon arts and fighting monsters. My combat style consists of using my superior reach on my weapon to keep my enemies at bay and strike first before their blows reach me. As for yourself Lorilon, I find impressive the fact that you can hold your own in a brawl. The fact you carry a sword of that size around and have the skill to wield it does show you've got some brawn on you. You Varistian gnomes are certainly unique aren't you?"
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To Anders: "Crewing a sailing vessel. That is an experience I have not had, you are lucky in that vein, but luck is only leading the life to be lead and enjoying it. I do not attempt to dictate where I go, but if adventure is in my path, so be it."
To Bedlam: "Master dwarf, free food today yes, and all the ale you can stomach. If anyone is interested we can depart or stay and speak. Such things are ubiquitous in the grand scheme, choice."
To the others: "I had seen many different groups, different races than normal; this is why I presented myself to you. Such is omenous, but it isn't necessarily ill. Would anyone else bid a friendly inn and rustic environment welcoming? Ameiko is a lovely woman, and will take the utmost care of us."
"You obviously carry the muscle required for such acts, that's quite obvious." His words soften a little, his stern face taking on a much more friendly demeanor.
"I wouldn't know too much about Varisian gnomes, if I am honest - my parents, family and friends are all humans, and they didn't tell me much about my biological parents. One thing I've learned so far in my life though, is to never underestimate your opponent - even if they are twice or half your size.."
Lorilon picks his plate back up off the table, nods respectfully to Katrin and then addresses Bedlam's question.
"The tavern seems like a proper place for a festival brawl, that's certain - lead on Bedlam, this plate is getting too light for my taste anyway."
Spears glances up at Carrion when he introduces himself.
"Well met, Carrion, you said? I am Spears. I am good with moving to the Tavern. I haven't found a place to call home here yet.'
Sacerdos watches them with interest, curious of the gnome and the woman of the north. The gnome in so much that the normal cheerfulness of his race seems on the surface, nonexistent. For the woman, well Sacerdos has little experience with the Land if the Linnorn Kings, but what he had heard up until that point centered on their prowess in battle.
As the group begins to gather and move from the table, Sacerdos steps forward to introduce himself. Perhaps these fellow outsiders have a reason for being here similar to my own.
"Greetings, good company, I am Sacerdos, servant of His Empyreal Lord Ragathiel, how fair your impressions of the town and her citizenry?"
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Katrin says to the group "It has been good to speak to all of you but now I feel like taking part in some of the festivities. I will continue our conversation at the Rusty Dragon inn once I have thoroughly taken my fill of these events. I wish you all the best here in Sandpoint."
With that Katrin goes off, heading toward any sort of game booth in order to take up a challenge of some kind.
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"If it is aligned she (Katrin) will return."
To Sacerdos: Greetings Sacerdos. I am unfamiliar with your empyreal lord but I'm sure you are here for a reason. I have lived in this city and traveled the surrounding area a bit. It is rustic, and outside of that temple fire 5 years ago not much of interest occurs. That is where I am for now, but the ebb is soon to end I feel, and I will flow into a new path.
"The Rusty Dragon can hold a fine bar brawl, but it is not preferred; Ameiko would not be pleased. She would certainly look upon me for bringing all of you there. We have a fine arrangement. If it is to be altered so be it, but there are some things I do try to hold to."
To Spears: "A fine upstanding man. You are here due to providence or your own will? Regardless you have to look of one who seeks danger and adversity. You are happy on your path. That is good."
"Shall we?" as he motions for the others to follow.
"I've been in the militia for long enough to know I go where I am told. Not sure if it's Shelyn's will, fate, the universe or whatever, but I am here and I'll put myself on the frontline for those whom I am with." Spears says, then shrugs.
He then follows Carrion to the tavern.
"I've been around Sandpoint for a while, Sacerdos. Nice place for a fight or two - if I'm honest. What brings you to this particular town?"
Priest or preacher, I wonder..
Lorilon eyes the fortuneteller up an down, clearly unimpressed.
I don't know much about destiny, stranger - but I'm pretty sure Gorum just wants me to brawl. And don't worry too much about Ameiko, as long as you don't throw the first punch. Plus, I've got some leverage in this town."
He smiles broadly, eagerly following the others.