GM Birch's Rise of the Runelords

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With his pain gone, Veryl grabbed Kalig's hand lightly(If she allows him to) and in one swift motion got up, bent down slightly and planted a quick kiss on the back of her hand "Milady" He said in a practiced tone that was clearly beaten into him as a young man "I'll be sure to be more careful in the future" He continued in the over the top manner that lacked any of his usual sarcasm.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 3
Quick stats:
AC 14, T12, FF12; HP 21/21; F +2, R +5, W +3 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependant); CMD 14; Init +2; Perc +6; SM +5; Bardic performance 18/18 rounds remaining; Spells 1st-level 2/4 remaining

Kalig gets a kiss, I get an arm around the neck. Not fair! :P


Horatio Aldebrandt wrote:
Kalig gets a kiss, I get an arm around the neck. Not fair! :P

LOL. That one got me good, thanks I needed a laugh before going to work.


We'll assume you make a sensible retreat. I just need you to clarify any special actions e.g. locking any doors.

Secondly, you cleared out the catacombs of anything valuable. There may be other things of value in the glassworks but don't forget that other than stuff the goblins brought in, everything else officially belongs to Ameiko.

Oh, and we just passed the 1,000 post milestone. Thanks for sticking with me.


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7

We will lock and block the way to the catacombs. The only thing we'd take from the glassworks are items clearly left behind by the goblins or Ameiko's brother, and we're looking for anything like powder/dust etc. We can also just buy a few sacks of flour.

Kalig lets Veryl kiss her hand, though regards him with a skeptical raise of the eyebrow. "You are a strange man Veryl," she chuckles good-naturedly, "But that will not garner you any additional blessings." She refers to the act of kissing priests and hierophants upon the hand.

She reaches into her pouch and munches upon one of her own goodberries to further heal some of her wounds.


You've picked up anything of note along the way, apart from the occasional dog-slicer and these have nominal value.


A short chortle escaped Veryl's lips "Also that is one of the better compliments I have received in a while" he replied before going about searching his downed pack for the longsword they liberated from the goblinoid creature in the caverns "Ah here we are" Exclaimed the fugitive mercenary as he fished the weapon out of his bag and buckled it to his belt.

While he released the blade from its sheath, Veryl didn't fail to notice Kalig consuming one of her berries She would assist me when she is suffering wounds herself He thought, his hazel eyes not leaving the sight of his companion.

"This goes without saying of course, but should you need my help in battle, I will be at your side...Milday" Said the swordsman, once more flooding his voice with an over exaggerated respectful tone, and doing his best to not drown the honesty he hoped would get across to the half-orc.


The glassworks contained nothing of value that was lootable that you haven't already taken. There are items of value but these belong to Ameiko.

You exit the glassworks and need to decide where to go next.


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7

They leave the glassworks, blockading the door to the catacombs. They also make sure they can get into the glassworks again but try not to leave it so it can be easily robbed.

"Alright, if we're doing what Horatio suggested, Miro, Horatio, Veryl, why don't you go to the blacksmith?"

"Breaca, Merwyn and I... we can get some flour and other items... if we see the sheriff or the guards we also need to report to them what's happened--there's fiends down there, not just goblins."


You haven't managed to travel more than a few steps before the figure of Father Zantus can be seen, hurrying towards you.

Somewhat out of breath he puffs and pants as he addresses you. "I...hear...you've...been...to...see...the...catacombs. Tell me...what did...you find? Spare me...no details..."

His cheeks are flushed and he puts his hands on his thighs as he tries to regain his breath - and his composure.


Kalig wrote:

They leave the glassworks, blockading the door to the catacombs. They also make sure they can get into the glassworks again but try not to leave it so it can be easily robbed.

"Alright, if we're doing what Horatio suggested, Miro, Horatio, Veryl, why don't you go to the blacksmith?"

"Breaca, Merwyn and I... we can get some flour and other items... if we see the sheriff or the guards we also need to report to them what's happened--there's fiends down there, not just goblins."

"That sounds fine by me, anything you want me to pick up for you Breaca? Or maybe you'd like a replacement for you flail Kalig? And Merwyn how about a crossbow for when you aren't using your magics?" Asks Veryl "Once done I think we should meet at the Rusty Dragon before heading off--"

Starting to feel like a the golarion equivalent of a door to door salesman.

GM Birch wrote:

You haven't managed to travel more than a few steps before the figure of Father Zantus can be seen, hurrying towards you.

Somewhat out of breath he puffs and pants as he addresses you. "I...hear...you've...been...to...see...the...catacombs. Tell me...what did...you find? Spare me...no details..."

His cheeks are flushed and he puts his hands on his thighs as he tries to regain his breath - and his composure.

"Don't forget to show him the drawing of the angry woman Horatio" Said Veryl as he walked off in the direction of the nearest smith, only sparing a single lazy wave as he disappeared into the streets of Sandpoint.


Male Halfling Rogue 3

"Some demons that are going to require special weapons to fight. We're going into town to get them as we speak. There was also an interesting room where everything floated."


Init +2 | AC 15 / T 12 / FF 13 | HPs 10/28 | Saves F +5 / R +5 / W +3

"I dropped my bow in there. I could use a replacement until I can retrieve it. Even a shortbow would do in a pinch." She tells Veryl in answer to his question. She fishes out some coin for him to use.

She turns towards Zantus. " We found an altar which Kalig here determined was dedicated to some evil entity. I would say the place was used by some cult or another. As Veryl said, there was a statue of a woman. Horatio made a drawing of her. She held a book.. and this." she shows him the intricately worked ranseur. " Do you recognize it?"


This occurs prior to Veryl leaving to do the shopping.

"You can have my Longbow, I bought it from Magnimar before I left, it has not seen any recent use. Take my quiver of arrows as well, I doubt I'll have much use for them without a bow" He answered Breaca as he handed her his longbow and quiver.

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With a creek of a wooden door, Veryl entered one of the shops of Sandpoint, he could see various weapons on display; from pole-arms, to blades, to axes and he even saw a whip hung over a heavy club at one of the corners of the shop Interesting selection He walked forward and began examining the various swords that shop was showing off to any potential customers.

"You wouldn't happen to have any magical bastard swords here would you?" Asked Veryl as he turned to face the shop keeper.


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7
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"That sounds fine by me, anything you want me to pick up for you Breaca? Or maybe you'd like a replacement for you flail Kalig? And Merwyn how about a crossbow for when you aren't using your magics?" Asks Veryl "Once done I think we should meet at the Rusty Dragon before heading off--"

Kalig shakes her head. "This was a gift," she says, with an emphasis on "gift" that indicates she considers such a thing valuable and rare to her. "But some weapon blanch to spread on it would be useful."

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You haven't managed to travel more than a few steps before the figure of Father Zantus can be seen, hurrying towards you.

Somewhat out of breath he puffs and pants as he addresses you. "I...hear...you've...been...to...see...the...catacombs. Tell me...what did...you find? Spare me...no details..."

His cheeks are flushed and he puts his hands on his thighs as he tries to regain his breath - and his composure.

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Some demons that are going to require special weapons to fight. We're going into town to get them as we speak. There was also an interesting room where everything floated."
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" We found an altar which Kalig here determined was dedicated to some evil entity. I would say the place was used by some cult or another. As Veryl said, there was a statue of a woman. Horatio made a drawing of her. She held a book.. and this." she shows him the intricately worked ranseur. " Do you recognize it?"

Although she gives Zantus some time to process the others' input, she adds at an appropriate break: "There were really three areas of note. The closest to the entrance from the glassworks is what I'd call an underground temple. Three rooms: a shrine to some ancient, evil god; a statuary with Horatio's drawing, and a temple containing a pool from which a demon--a quasit--was summoning creatures, both devils and demons alike according to Horatio. The quasit named the temple as a place holy to a 'her' and while it was using the pool, it seemed nervous by its use. When I threw a dead demon in there, it came back out whole."

"The next area was an arcane laboratory and prison all together--someone a long time ago was clearly doing experiments to mutate creatures. Skeletons of victims were found, and it looks like the goblins more recently trapped some underground dwellers there, in a room of pits probably used as a prison.

The last looked like it went upstairs somewhere--but the entrance was destroyed, and ended in the strange room Miro mentioned. Everything was floating, and there was a magical scroll and wand within."

"The quasit and its minions are still there. We did not fare well in combat with it, but it did not pursue us. We want to go back, better equipped."


Father Zantus’ colour drains from his cheeks suddenly when he hears of your exploits and descriptions.

”Demons eh? Sounds like a quasit to me. Difficult to pin down as they tend to fight and run. She’ll not go far, so if you can regroup, I bet she’s where you left her.”

“A room where everything floated eh? Can’t say I can help there. Maybe it was a meditation chamber?”

The father’s colour drained even more when he sees the picture. ”No, no, it can’t be. That’s Runelord Alaznist. The ranseur was her signature weapon. Oh my. A runelord? Did you see any other signs of runelords. Perhaps a seven pointed star?”

He then listens to Kalig intently. ”A shrine? Her you say? Oh my! This pool, you say blood caused this creature to be created? Sounds like the creature was a sinspawn. I’ll have to check my books to be sure. This well sounds like a runewell. If it’s over-used it will become useless – so if you can create and kill these sinspawn, you’ll be doing this town a great favour.”

He hads over five potions labelled ‘Cure Light Wounds’ before making his apologies, requesting you meet him later, once he’s had a chance to do more research. He urges you to let him know any other facts you have then, to help with his ability to find the truth.


Veryl Melthid wrote:

With a creek of a wooden door, Veryl entered one of the shops of Sandpoint, he could see various weapons on display; from pole-arms, to blades, to axes and he even saw a whip hung over a heavy club at one of the corners of the shop Interesting selection He walked forward and began examining the various swords that shop was showing off to any potential customers.

"You wouldn't happen to have any magical bastard swords here would you?" Asked Veryl as he turned to face the shop keeper.

"As luck would have it," says Savah, who introduced herself as the owner of the shop, "I have. Not much call for these around here. It's master-work rather than specifically magical, but it'll do more damage than your run-of-the-mill sword. But then I don't need to tell you that, do I?"

"335gp - it's a fair price.


Init +2 | AC 15 / T 12 / FF 13 | HPs 10/28 | Saves F +5 / R +5 / W +3

There were many of these stars you mention. Also, in the room with the floating objects, writing appeared and disappeared continually. Merwyn, what language did you say it was? She did not think tbe words very ' friendly'


In case I ninja'd anyone, consider any conversations with the father happen before he leaves...


The sheen of the weapon reflected in Veryl's hazel eyes, he studied the edges and looked at the simple but sturdy handle, and then to the tip This was indeed made by a master...its not magical per say, but that could make the trade easier The swordsman's mouth half opened but then he closed it just as quickly and looked at the sword, he wanted to hold that weapon, he understood what it was like to hold a masterfully forged sword. The memory of his younger self holding his hated master's sword was already replaying itself in his head, the swings he made we smooth, each arc, each counter, each stab was easier to execute A swordsman is an artist, and a sword is his tool...but if he did make the trade he would only be benefiting himself.Breaca could make use of this longsword and he could buy a cold iron forged weapon instead, it was at this moment that his selfishness lashed out, demanding that he think of himself and his own protection; why should he care how others handled themselves, as a future master swordsman he needed...no he deserved a well crafted weapon.

Veryl's hand reached out for the handle of the bastard sword that was before him Yes I do deserve a sword such as this, no something even better, something that bards like Horatio's would write odes about...but not today With that thought he threw his selfishness back into its cage, his face adopting a neutral, yet strained expression as he looked back at the store owner. The screams of his selfish desires still echoing in his head.

"I've changed my mind, give me a cold iron forged bastard sword instead" His eyes looked to the wall and he saw some throwing axes hooked under a great axe "And four throwing axes and a some cold iron weapon blanch if you've got any" He continued as he clenched in his left hand behind his back.

"Oh one more thing...you know where I can find a decent tailor? I seemed to have completely ruined my shirt" He exclaims as he motioned to his chest area with his right hand.


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7

To Zantus: "What's a Runelord?"


Veryl Melthid wrote:

"I've changed my mind, give me a cold iron forged bastard sword instead" His eyes looked to the wall and he saw some throwing axes hooked under a great axe "And four throwing axes and a some cold iron weapon blanch if you've got any" He continued as he clenched in his left hand behind his back.

"Oh one more thing...you know where I can find a decent tailor? I seemed to have completely ruined my shirt" He exclaims as he motioned to his chest area with his right hand.

Savah gave you a look that suggested you were being appraised. "I know what you've done for this town...and your visit suggests you'll be doing some more. Tell you what, have the master-worked sword on account. You can either pay me before you leave town, or return it. And I'll give you a discount based on how many lives the sheriff says you'll have saved by using it. It was only gathering dust here anyways."

"Oh, and a tailor? I can recommend only one for a man of taste. Rynshinn Povalli. She runs Vernah’s Fine Clothing. It was her mother's before the unfortunate Chopper incident. Can't believe it's been five years since all of those deaths."


Kalig wrote:
To Zantus: "What's a Runelord?"

The father sighs. "I'm no expert and I should refer to my books if you want a fuller explanation - but Runelords were users of Sin Magic."

"Each Runelord was a master of a different school, a specialist wizard of the deadliest calibre."

"In Thassilon, there were only seven recognized schools of magic and each school was associated with one of the seven virtues of rule. Namely Envy, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, Pride, Gluttony and Greed. And that's where the name sinspawn came from."


GM Birch wrote:
Veryl Melthid wrote:

"I've changed my mind, give me a cold iron forged bastard sword instead" His eyes looked to the wall and he saw some throwing axes hooked under a great axe "And four throwing axes and a some cold iron weapon blanch if you've got any" He continued as he clenched in his left hand behind his back.

"Oh one more thing...you know where I can find a decent tailor? I seemed to have completely ruined my shirt" He exclaims as he motioned to his chest area with his right hand.

Savah gave you a look that suggested you were being appraised. "I know what you've done for this town...and your visit suggests you'll be doing some more. Tell you what, have the master-worked sword on account. You can either pay me before you leave town, or return it. And I'll give you a discount based on how many lives the sheriff says you'll have saved by using it. It was only gathering dust here anyways."

"Oh, and a tailor? I can recommend only one for a man of taste. Rynshinn Povalli. She runs Vernah’s Fine Clothing. It was her mother's before the unfortunate Chopper incident. Can't believe it's been five years since all of those deaths."

Veryl prided himself on many things, one of them was his ability to reign in his personal feelings; to be able to look at things objectively and give matters ample thought instead of simply reacting based on what emotion was strongest within him on that specific moment, this had naturally made him quite capable at hiding whatever dwelled within him, but this was one of the few times that he could not. The mercenary realized that his mouth was half open and that his eyes shifted from the sword to the shop keeper a number of times, he half suspected that this was an elaborate ruse of some sort, but to what end? The only thing this man could truly gain from giving him this sword was bragging rights that he had assisted the 'heroes' of Sandpoint and if that was his ulterior motive it was no problem what so ever to Veryl.

"Thank you..." He finally replied after moments of silence "It has been a while since I was at a loss for words" He continued, before quietness took him once more and his face recovered most of the pieces of its calm mask.

Veryl had always intended to protect Sandpoint because of his own personal interest in finding a place where he could once more rise up in both status and wealth, and that was still the case but in addition to that there was now a smaller less self-serving reason there as well.

"I won't forget this debt, and I shall pay it back one way or another...but what is this Chopper incident you speak of?" He asked as he hooked one bastard sword to his belt, wrapped the strap of the sheath of the other to his chest so it hung on his back, holstered the throwing axes and placed the blanch into his pack.


Savah is a woman by the way!

Savah considers the question. "I'll give you the short version. The full version would take all day - and most folks prefer not to discuss it. Over its four decade history, Sandpoint has been thankfully free of major disasters. The two that are the exception the Sandpoint Fire and Chopper. The thing is these two events, occurred at broadly the same time - although they're not linked."

"When Jervis Stoot made clear his intentions to build a home on the island just north of the Old Light, locals paid him no mind. Jervis was considered eccentric when he began his one-man crusade to carve depictions of birds on every building in town. He never made a carving without securing permission, but his incredible skill at woodcarving made it a given that, if Stoot picked your building as the site of his latest project, you seized the opportunity."

"Stoot’s excuse for wanting to move onto the isle seemed innocent enough — the place was a haven for local birdlife. For 15 years, Stoot lived on the island. His trips into town grew less and less frequent, making it something of an event when he chose a building to host a new 'Stoot'."

"Once or twice a year, passions flared, robberies went bad, jealousy grew too much to bear, or one too many drinks were drunk, and someone would end up dead. But when the bodies began to mount five years ago, the town initially had no idea how to react. Sandpoint’s sheriff at the time was a no-nonsense man named Casp Avertin, a retired city watch officer from Magnimar. Yet even he was ill-prepared for the murderer who came to be known as Chopper. Over the course of one long winter month, it seemed that every day brought a new victim to light. Each was found in the same terrible state: bodies bearing deep cuts to the neck and torso, hands and feet severed and stacked nearby, and the eyes and tongue plucked crudely from the head and missing entirely."

"Over the course of that terrible month, Chopper claimed 25 victims. His uncanny knack at eluding traps and pursuit quickly wore on the town guard, taking particular toll on Sherrif Avertin, who increasingly took to drinking. In any event, Sherrif Avertin himself became Chopper’s last victim, slain upon catching the murderer in a narrow lane—known now as Chopper’s Alley — as he was mutilating his latest victim. Yet in the battle that followed, Avertin managed a telling blow against the killer. When the town guard found both bodies several minutes later, they were able to follow the killer’s bloody trail."

"A trail that led straight to the stairs of Stoot’s Rock. At first, the town guard refused to believe the implications, and feared that Chopper had come to claim poor Jervis Stoot as his 26th victim. Yet what the guards found in the modest home atop the isle, and in the larger complex of rooms that had been carved into the bedrock below, left no room for doubt. Jervis Stoot and Chopper were the same, and the eyes and tongues of all 25 victims were found upon a horrific altar to a birdlike demon whose name none dared speak aloud. Stoot himself was found dead at the base of the altar, having plucked his own eyes and tongue loose in a final off ering. The guards collapsed the entrance to the chambers, burned Stoot’s house, tore down the stairs, and did their best to forget. Stoot himself was burned on the beach in a pyre, his ashes blessed and then scattered in an attempt to stave off an unholy return of his evil spirit."


Female Gnome Sorcerer

"A crossbow would be great, Veryl. How much money do you need for it?"

A bit later with Zantus and Breaca

"Thassalonian, or at least something related to it. There weren't any complete phrases, but the inscribed runes weren't friendly to say the least. What does this mean, Father?"


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 3
Quick stats:
AC 14, T12, FF12; HP 21/21; F +2, R +5, W +3 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependant); CMD 14; Init +2; Perc +6; SM +5; Bardic performance 18/18 rounds remaining; Spells 1st-level 2/4 remaining

"Oh, some blanch for my rapier would be useful, if you don't...""[/b] Horatio calls, looking after Veryl's retreating back. "Well, since he appears to have buggered off ,I suppose I'll take care of a few things of my own." After digging the drawing out of his pack to show Father Zantus, he listens intently to what the priest has to say. He finally interjects with, "I'd very much like to know more about these Runelords - perhaps when the shrine has been properly dealt with. In particular, I'd like to know more of the Thassilonian empire and language - perhaps you could direct me to a scholar who'd be inclined to teach me?" His face is honest, his tone almost reverent.

He stretches his aching arms, remembering the burn hole in his sleeve from the mutated goblin. "Ah, perhaps a tailor is in order? We fought a mutated goblin at one point, and it seemed to have some control over acid. It did a real number on my shirt." He gestures weakly to the burn. "And I could use a drink," he mutters under his breath, shaking his head. "Kalig, will you be alright to grab some kind of powder? I have someo- something else I'd like to take care of." He catches himself mid-sentence, recovering awkwardly; it's evident his thoughts are elsewhere.


Again this occurs before Veryl left to the weapons shop.

"If its a light crossbow that will probably cost you about thirty five gold pieces, at least that was the price in Magnimar, of course you'd need to give a gold or two for bolts, heavy crossbows should be around fifty gold pieces, I don't recommend the heavy one though, loading it will cost you time that you usually can't waste in a battle" Explained Veryl "If you are out of practice I could help you remember how to handle one"

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"That's a grim piece of history" Commented Veryl, a stoic look coming over his face And here I thought Sandpoint was too boring for its own good He added mentally, as he went about analyzing what he'd learned about the not so peaceful town "I think I have overstayed my welcome and if that is the case, please feel free to run me out, but before I leave I want to inquire about the other event you mentioned" Veryl paused as he considered his words before speaking them "You mentioned a fire, though not connected to the killer, did coincide with the time of his reveal, can you tell me more about this fire? I assure you this is not curiosity or my desire to open up old wounds" He held his hands up defensively, as if he was confessing his innocence.

"Its just that...sometimes the past holds answers for current troubles"

So that's a third Weapon Blanch -20 gp.


Merwyn Dreamweaver wrote:


A bit later with Zantus and Breaca

"Thassalonian, or at least something related to it. There weren't any complete phrases, but the inscribed runes weren't friendly to say the least. What does this mean, Father?"

The man considers Merwyn's words. "Well Rune magic comes from Thassilon, so the language fits perfectly. I'd expect that or Abyssal to be used in their magic. As to what the words might signify, I'd have to check my books to help you further."


Horatio Aldebrandt wrote:

After digging the drawing out of his pack to show Father Zantus, he listens intently to what the priest has to say. He finally interjects with, "I'd very much like to know more about these Runelords - perhaps when the shrine has been properly dealt with. In particular, I'd like to know more of the Thassilonian empire and language - perhaps you could direct me to a scholar who'd be inclined to teach me?" His face is honest, his tone almost reverent.

The father nods at Horatio's words. "Happy to help. Once you've finished in the Catacombs, come and see me at the cathedral and I can share more with you."


Veryl Melthid wrote:

"That's a grim piece of history" Commented Veryl, a stoic look coming over his face And here I thought Sandpoint was too boring for its own good He added mentally, as he went about analyzing what he'd learned about the not so peaceful town "I think I have overstayed my welcome and if that is the case, please feel free to run me out, but before I leave I want to inquire about the other event you mentioned" Veryl paused as he considered his words before speaking them "You mentioned a fire, though not connected to the killer, did coincide with the time of his reveal, can you tell me more about this fire? I assure you this is not curiosity or my desire to open up old wounds" He held his hands up defensively, as if he was confessing his innocence.

"Its just that...sometimes the past holds answers for current troubles"

Savah smiles as Veryl asks his question. "I have no problem in sharing the information - I am not one of those locals that refuses to dwell on the past."

"As fate would have it, the no sooner had the killer been found than we had a new tragedy to bear, one that almost eclipsed Chopper’s rampage."

"A month after the murderer was slain, a terrible fire struck Sandpoint. The fire started in the Sandpoint Chapel and spread quickly. As the town rallied to save the church, the fire spread, consuming the North Coast Stables, the White Deer Inn, and three homes."

"In the end, the church burnt to the ground, leaving the town’s beloved
priest Ezakien Tobyn dead. The homes and businesses ravaged by the fire
have been reconstructed, and the Sandpoint Chapel has finally been rebuilt as well. You were here to see it consecrated weren't you?"


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7

"Tobyn? He was the father of the Kaijitsu boy's love of his life, yes? Unless I'm misremembering, that fire could have been started by her."


GM Birch wrote:
Veryl Melthid wrote:

"That's a grim piece of history" Commented Veryl, a stoic look coming over his face And here I thought Sandpoint was too boring for its own good He added mentally, as he went about analyzing what he'd learned about the not so peaceful town "I think I have overstayed my welcome and if that is the case, please feel free to run me out, but before I leave I want to inquire about the other event you mentioned" Veryl paused as he considered his words before speaking them "You mentioned a fire, though not connected to the killer, did coincide with the time of his reveal, can you tell me more about this fire? I assure you this is not curiosity or my desire to open up old wounds" He held his hands up defensively, as if he was confessing his innocence.

"Its just that...sometimes the past holds answers for current troubles"

Savah smiles as Veryl asks his question. "I have no problem in sharing the information - I am not one of those locals that refuses to dwell on the past."

"As fate would have it, the no sooner had the killer been found than we had a new tragedy to bear, one that almost eclipsed Chopper’s rampage."

"A month after the murderer was slain, a terrible fire struck Sandpoint. The fire started in the Sandpoint Chapel and spread quickly. As the town rallied to save the church, the fire spread, consuming the North Coast Stables, the White Deer Inn, and three homes."

"In the end, the church burnt to the ground, leaving the town’s beloved
priest Ezakien Tobyn dead. The homes and businesses ravaged by the fire
have been reconstructed, and the Sandpoint Chapel has finally been rebuilt as well. You were here to see it consecrated weren't you?"

Glad I wasn't here when THAT event occurred, I've seen enough fires to last me a life time A tide of grim thoughts threatened to overtake Veryl's mood, but he reminded himself where he was now and that such thoughts should remained buried, and he succeeded in keeping his composure but once more his left hand turned into a fist behind his back.

Kalig wrote:
"Tobyn? He was the father of the Kaijitsu boy's love of his life, yes? Unless I'm misremembering, that fire could have been started by her."

Veryl's head turned quickly towards the source of the familiar voice, and there he saw his flail wielding companion "When did you arrive?" He asked, the widening of his eyes betraying the surprise he felt and slightly cracked the mask of calmness he had on his facade.


Savah's eyes swepp to the newcomer. "Do you mean Nualia? She died in the fire - a sad tale, very sad."


Male Halfling Rogue 3

We're getting involved in a lot here...so much of it is connected.


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7

Sorry, I got confused. I thought the father was talking about the fire, not Savah. I'm not at the blacksmith's shop, forget I said anything.

Once Kalig and the others are finished talking to the priest, she goes to the market for her sundry items she wanted to buy.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 3
Quick stats:
AC 14, T12, FF12; HP 21/21; F +2, R +5, W +3 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependant); CMD 14; Init +2; Perc +6; SM +5; Bardic performance 18/18 rounds remaining; Spells 1st-level 2/4 remaining

"Many thanks, Father. I'll be sure to do just that." Horatio shakes Father Zantus' hand warmly with a bow, then turns to the others. "Well, I might go take care of a few things of my own. I might have a spare shirt at the Rusty Dragon." With another bow, this one with more flourish than the simpler, more honest one given to the priest, he takes leave of his companions, heading to the tavern in question.

Of course, once there, he wastes no time in seeking out Ameiko to check on her well-being, having had no chance to do so today.


After bidding Savah farewell, Veryl made his way to the tailor she directed him. It took him some time and wandering, but he finally stood Vernah’s Fine Clothing Finally...now lets see if she lives up to the recommendation With that thought in mind Veryl stepped into the shop.

"Hello, I was told that this is the establishment I should seek if I wanted to replace this..." He paused and looked at the what was left of his shirt "This poor piece of clothing that I used to call a shirt" He continued, as a sad looking smirk came over his face.


I'll catch up soon - bust Easter week-end - sorry


Urban Druid 6 [ HP: 42/42 AC: 16 T: 11 FF: 15 | CMD 17 | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +8 +1 vs death +2 vs div/ench| Init +1 Perc: +12/+14 scavenger; Dkvision, Scent; Surv +14 | Goodberries 7/7

"Tell your spare shirt we say hello. It must have missed us after our being gone for only an hour or so." Kalig calls to Horatio teasingly, before she herself moves on to her errands.

Flour, tanglefoot bag, sledgehammer. Zantus told them how to drain the well's power, but it never hurt to be sure.


Horatio Aldebrandt wrote:
Of course, once there, he wastes no time in seeking out Ameiko to check on her well-being, having had no chance to do so today.

Ameiko is pleased to see Horatio. She's bearing up - considering the fact her brother killed her father and tried to offer her up as a sacrifice if she didn't join him in trying to kill all the inhabitants of Sandpoint, then she's doing well.

She keeps the conversation short and makes sure she doesn't discuss the glassworks, or any of her family. Given how that limits the topics, it is no surprise that she 'finds' some urgent work to do with the inn and makes her excuses. She emphasises at the end that she's glad Horatio asked after her.


Veryl Melthid wrote:

After bidding Savah farewell, Veryl made his way to the tailor she directed him. It took him some time and wandering, but he finally stood Vernah’s Fine Clothing Finally...now lets see if she lives up to the recommendation With that thought in mind Veryl stepped into the shop.

"Hello, I was told that this is the establishment I should seek if I wanted to replace this..." He paused and looked at the what was left of his shirt "This poor piece of clothing that I used to call a shirt" He continued, as a sad looking smirk came over his face.

The owner introduces herself as Rynshinn Povalli - a beautiful half-elf. The store is definitely up-market and has only fine quality garments on offer.

"If you can't see what you like, I can run you up any style and with any of the fine fabrics here. I see you favour the Magnimar look. I plan to open a store there one day - should I find a suitable partner - but that's another story. What takes your fancy?"

Her manner is flirty without being overtly so. She is aware of her feminine charms but does not appear to be trying ot seduce or influence you.


Let's finish shopping within the next 24 hours and I presume head back to the catacombs?


"Ah Magnimar, quite the city" Replied Veryl a he turned from the merchandise the store offered to the face of Povalli "You'd have to watch out for nobles vanity and inability to be satisfied, but you could make a decent profit...but honestly I don't see why you would choose to leave this town" He said the last part in a wistful tone, his eyes seeming a bit distant for a few moments.

"In the grand portrait that is Magnimar, sometimes people forget to appreciate the basic things" Spoke the swordsman, the thoughtful expression on his face indicating that he spoke from memory and experience.

"I apologize for boring you with my ramblings" Veryl turned towards the available shirts and finally found something that captured his fancy; a red shirt that was right for his size with black outline at the hems and collar "Is it any surprise that a beautiful woman attracts such beautiful clothes to her shop" He said with a smile "Once more I apologize it seems that a friend of mine has made me reconnect with the flirt that I was when I was a boy of seventeen" He continued, the smile not wavering.

"How much do you need for it?" He asked, as he held the shirt up to his upper body.


Veryl Melthid wrote:
"How much do you need for it?" He asked, as he held the shirt up to his upper body.

"You do have good taste. Not the most expensive shirt in the shop, nor the most flamboyant - but one of my personal favourites. The price? 5gp"


GM Birch wrote:
Veryl Melthid wrote:
"How much do you need for it?" He asked, as he held the shirt up to his upper body.
"You do have good taste. Not the most expensive shirt in the shop, nor the most flamboyant - but one of my personal favourites. The price? 5gp"

"Worth every piece" Replied Veryl, before handing her the price she asked for "I'll have to stop by some other time" He said before leaving, his footsteps taking him down the path to the Rusty Dragon where he'll change into his new shirt and meet his companions before heading out towards the catacombs once more.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 3
Quick stats:
AC 14, T12, FF12; HP 21/21; F +2, R +5, W +3 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependant); CMD 14; Init +2; Perc +6; SM +5; Bardic performance 18/18 rounds remaining; Spells 1st-level 2/4 remaining

Pleased to find out Ameiko's doing... as well as she can, under the circumstances, Horatio takes a drink and a seat at a nearby table, pulling his journal and ink from his pack and continuing his letter. More than once he pauses to take a sip of mead, composing a sentence before committing it to paper in his practised, cursive hand. When Veryl enters, he looks up, raising a hand in greeting and kicking out a chair for the older man to take. "That shirt suits you. Where did you get it? I'm surprised there's a fine tailor in a small town like this."

Ready to move on; just leaving a tiny RP opportunity here if time allows.


Horatio Aldebrandt wrote:

Pleased to find out Ameiko's doing... as well as she can, under the circumstances, Horatio takes a drink and a seat at a nearby table, pulling his journal and ink from his pack and continuing his letter. More than once he pauses to take a sip of mead, composing a sentence before committing it to paper in his practised, cursive hand. When Veryl enters, he looks up, raising a hand in greeting and kicking out a chair for the older man to take. "That shirt suits you. Where did you get it? I'm surprised there's a fine tailor in a small town like this."

Ready to move on; just leaving a tiny RP opportunity here if time allows.

"Thank you" He said as he sat down and placed his left arm on the table "A place called Vernah’s Fine Clothing" He answered the inquiry as he rolled his right shoulder.

"I was as shocked as you to find such a place, I guess Sandpoint has plenty of surprises still" Spoke Veryl as he sank his right hand into the pack that stood against his chair "Here" He placed an enclosed bag "Cold Iron Weapon Blanch" Explained the mercenary, as he pushed it closer to Horatio.

"You find out anything interesting while I was taking care of our martial supplies?" He asked the bard, his facial expression showing nothing but the mask of composure it usually donned.


Male Human (Chelaxian) Bard 3
Quick stats:
AC 14, T12, FF12; HP 21/21; F +2, R +5, W +3 (+4 vs. bardic performance, sonic, language-dependant); CMD 14; Init +2; Perc +6; SM +5; Bardic performance 18/18 rounds remaining; Spells 1st-level 2/4 remaining

"Excellent! I knew you were more than a pretty face." The bard takes the blanch wth a grin, tucking it into his own pack. He waves a hand over the page in his journal to dry it faster, then turns the page, to a newer one with musical staves crossing it and an unfinished melody. "Nothing too interesting, just had a few things to check on here." His head inclines slightly in Ameiko's direction as he takes another sip from his mug, a subtle hint he's sure the older man will pick up on. "I might have to pay Vernah a visit sometime; a maestro such as myself deserves something better than these old things. Perhaps silk? I've never owned silk." A wistful expression crosses his face briefly before he raises his mug again; when he lowers it, his face is set in a smooth expression not unlike Veryl's own.

"How long before we can expect the others? I can tell being alone with me irritates you horribly," Horatio asks lightly as he draws a few more notes on his page.


"Hah! I have a list of the type of people that irritate me, and it saddens me to shatter your expectations but you don't match any category on the list" Replied Veryl with half grin "You are arrogant, but its not like I am a well of modesty either, you let your emotions ride you like a horse whenever they pleased, still there are worse flaws to be found in a person you have at your side in battle" Explained the sell-sword, before moving his left hand to massage his neck.

"As for Ameiko, let me give you some advice Horatio, despite knowing that you won't listen to it" Began Veryl a mock look of annoyance coming over his face, as he sighed "Give her some space, I don't mean you should not see her, just keep your visits short and to the point" Veryl then paused, considering which words to go for next.

"I know how she feels, its not easy to lose a parent, so this is coming from a man who's been where she is now, give her room to breath, if you do not want to hurt her...or if you have actual feelings for her, yourself" A stern expression decorated Veryl's face, his eyes staying on the bard that sat in front of him, as if he awaited some sort of reply.

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