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People have been up for hours, several merchants have set up tents to vend their wares of food, clothes, local crafts, souvenirs, and beverages. Others folk have arrived early to gain positions near the podiums and the tables beyond. Tables loaded with a picnic buffet ready for the congregation after the ceremonies. The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly as scheduled, and the turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable. A stage has been set up in front of the cathedral and a woman with short auburn hair stands in the center. Behind her sit four wooden chairs, three of them occupied. The square before the church is crowded now, the women loading the tables and the merchants hawking their goods join other locals and travelers as Mayor Deverin walks on the stage. As the crowd notices her, the chatter begins to die down and eyes turn to the stage. She smiles and begins to speak.

“Good morning everyone.” The attractive and personable woman welcomes the crowd with her usual friendly attitude. Her excitement is obvious and proves contagious as she welcomes visitors and locals alike. “I see everyone’s arrived. Even Larz Rovanky has left off tanning hides to be here. I’m sure his workers are glad it’s not their hides getting tanned, at least not today.” When the chuckles died down and Larz stops glowering past a reluctant smile, Mayor Deverin continues.

”It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this proud day, and I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. As Mayor, I’d like to extend welcome to you on behalf of the town. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and I sincerely hope that you're having a wonderful time. Our town has much to offer and I hope we can consider you as new friends. Spend some time in Sandpoint and you’ll grow to love it like we do. And even if you don’t stay long, spend your money while you’re here!”

Several of the merchants give a vigorous applause, and the Mayor lets the crowd settle before continued over the remaining chuckles. “And to all of the old faces I see, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong. Thank you especially for all the time, sweat, and love you've put into building this fine cathedral. Sandpoint didn't seem complete without a church. We've always had heart. The true heart of Sandpoint is you, her people. But now we have an expression of that heart, and we built it ourselves!”

"Anyway, I can smell the lunch our tavern keepers are cooking already. A round of applause to Ameiko, Garridan, Cracktooth, and Jargie! I'm sure Father Zantus can spare an extra prayer that they don't burn anything before we get to eat it." More cheering erupts: the enticing aromas drifting over the crowd are overwhelming. "Now, since you have three more of us to stand there through, I'm going to sit down. Today as mayor I am declaring a town order to have fun! This is my favorite time of year!"

The crowd responds with a roar, and its a while before the Mayor could continue over the applause. “Without further ado, let me welcome our dutiful Sheriff, Belor Hemlock to the stage!” She indicates a dark-skinned, bulky man, clearly of Shoanti descent, wearing his armor and armed with a prestigious looking sword. Sheriff Hemlock nods and steps forward onto the stage.

"Thank you, Mayor. First off, let us have a moment of silence."
He bows his head and begins speaking, "Let us remember the memories of those friends and family members who lost their lives in the tragic blaze that made our new cathedral necessary. Cherish those memories and may the blessings of our Gods see them happy and well in the Afterlife." He raises his head and stands in silence for a moment scanning the crowd.

"Over the next three days all instances of wrong-doing will be dealt with swiftly and to the fullest extent of the law. No exceptions. As the sheriff of Sandpoint, I, Belor Hemlock, would also like to welcome everyone to enjoy themselves today, and you may or may not be aware of the planned bonfire at the beach tonight... it looks to be a promising festival. Do trust that I will be monitoring the level of safe conduct late into the evening. I am trusting our fun will lean to the side of caution. If you are a militia member, remember where your duties lay, and help Sandpoint keep the peace. Thank you." With that the sheriff steps back awkwardly and beckons with his hand, for the next speaker to approach.

The next speaker is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; he is brightly dressed, sports a well-groomed goatee, and seems to be thoroughly enjoying the day. As he reaches the center stage he loosens his collar a bit, winks into the crowd and starts to talk:

"Well, thank you Sheriff for that uplifting oratory. Don't worry I doubt there will be any fun for you to stress over today. If things get out of hand you can ask Ameiko to take the stage and put us all to sleep with one of her stories." The crowd responds with a combination of chuckles and offended heckles.

Without a beat Ameiko shouts from her merchant tent "What about the story of your last flop at the theater? I'm almost done with my newest ballad, I call it Cyrdak the Unimpressive! Who wants to hear?"

The crowd responds with laughter and cheers. Amieko can still be heard shouting over the crowd "Your secret boyfriend helped me come up with the name!"

Cyrdak stands awkwardly waiting out the crowds laughter to die down, as it does Amieko sneers in one more one liner, "What a sleepy crowd Cyrdak!"

After the noise finally quiets Cyrdak continues with a forced smile as if nothing happened, "We can all agree, this is our time to celebrate! I know this town has been through some hard times, but we don't lay down easily. Look at what we've accomplished!" He motions towards the church. "And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? It's solid gold and comes with a singing choir standing nearby. It's no doubt our neighbors and nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint. And to think they wanted nothing in return, but to enlighten us and our taxes for many lifetimes to come. But worry not about your coin purse, I've heard from father himself that the gods are getting their gold together to help pay for this place. But don't take it from me, let me hand the stage off to the man who's in charge here. But before I let him get things going I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to the new production of "The Harpy's Curse" starring the world-famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda as Avisera the harpy queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening and continuing throughout the next two weeks at the Theater. Come see it, it will be fabulous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"

The crowd cheers as Cyrdak motions Zantus to the center stage. The young priest looks noticeably abashed at the reception set up for him. He wears the traditional ceremonial robes of a priest of Desna and a shiny silver holy symbol about his neck. He smiles and tries to calm the crowd down, eventually speaking when the applause has subsided: "Ahem, thank you. Thank you Cyrdak. And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most Holy day."

“Today ushers in the new Fall season. A season I have always thought was named appropriately, as today was the day Desna fell from the heavens during battle with Lamashtu."

"Though all the world wept for the loss of the goddess, and of dreams, it is said that she survived. She was discovered, on the rocks of a beach, by a blind orphan, forgotten and cast aside by the rest of the world. Though the orphan didn't know who she was and could do little for the wounded goddess, she still stayed by her side, holding a vigil on the beach, tending to her as best she could and praying to her god, Desna. When other followers had abandoned Desna, the orphan empathized and held hope in her faith. Through the care of this orphan Desna recovered and revealed herself to the blind woman. In return Desna transformed her into an angel and offered the girl ascension to Desna's palace in the heavens. It is now there and forever that they shall remain."

Father Zantus motions toward the newly finished cathedral, the sunlight glittering off the stained glass windows. “This story reminds us that tragedy is just a setback, not an end. Though our place of worship was destroyed, and our previous priest, Father Tobyn, perished in the flame, we have preserved as Desna would desire, and built anew. Today is our day of new beginnings. Our day of ascension. Friends of Sandpoint, I declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"

An acolyte throws off the canvas of a nearby wagon, revealing thousands of swallowtail butterflies...the Children of Desna. He opens the cages and the crowd begins to applaud as butterflies flutter in every direction through the crowd, and eager children begin chasing them.

Moments later Father Zantus and the others step off the stage and the crowd begins to disperse to enjoy the festival. 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. Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint’s taverns. Each brings its best dishes. 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 let me know what you are doing during the festivities.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

"This place is enormous, Fofin," Ethan says, looking around at the bustling crowd. "What shall we do? It seems there is not much call for my prosthelytizing, today. Everyone is embraced by the spirit of community!"

He looks around and smiles at the laughing, joyful faces of Sandpoint's citizens.


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Blake gives his cousin a wave as she starts of the festivals opening speeches, but once the sheriff calls for a moment of silence he is over come with sadness. Dad....I miss you. He gives Cydrak and Ameikos' banter a half hearted laugh, but finds a little comfort in the wise words of Father Zantus. Once the festival is under way he heads of to find his friends Gorhan and Zizouket. Blake has been working hard at the brewery all week to ensure there is enough ale for the festival, and now he is eager to join his pals for some good lunch and some good drink...and maybe even challenge them at the ring toss booth.


Male Gnome Sor2/Rgr1 | AC 16 T 13 FF 14 | HP 22/22 | F +4 R +4 W +3 | Init +2, Perc +7 | Arcane spell failure 15%

Blake finds Zizouket standing in line for some of the Rusty Dragon's salmon and mead, his face buried especially deep in his ever-present logbook. At Blake's greeting, he peeks over the top of the book, and looks past him toward's the Hagfish's table. "I'm hoping Quinn don't see me standing in line over here. I just don't want to hear it tonight. Just want to be able to get in and get to work. The Fest is always a good time to win some money. People in good spirits like to chase a hand."

Remembering the extra events this year commemorating the tragic fire while opening the new church, Zizou puts his book away in his back pocket. "Oh, yeah. How you doing?"


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

Grimacing after delicately rubbing at the shiner over his left eye, the dwarf's attention is torn towards the smell of winterdrop mead. His stomach rumbles like an earthquake as the tantalizing scent of the many free dishes taunts him from all about the town.

"First, ah suggest ah drown th'beast attemptin' t'burst from me gut, friend! Them rations done stifled it a bit but it's back wit'a vengeance!" he proclaims to Ethan, holding onto his belly with both hands.


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Blake slides into line with Zizou, the smell of the salmon tempting him. "Eh, I guess I am doing okay. The Festival is grand and all, but is a reminder that Dad is no longer with us. Thanks to Hemlock I keep thinking about that. Have you seen Gorhan, I was sure he told me he would be here today."


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

"Well then, let us be about finding food and drink!" Ethan replies, resting a hand on Fofin's shoulder. "I have enough coin to fill both our bellies, for today, at least."

Ethan moves in the direction of the food stalls, gently pushing his battered companion to follow.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 3 | AC 20 T 17 FF 15 | HP 25/25 | F +4 R +8 W +2 (+2 vs fear)| Init +6, Perc +8

Runk had arrived in Sandpoint a few days before the festival. As he approached he was a bit surprised by the heavy traffic flowing into town but this mystery was soon unraveled by the near constant buzz about the upcoming festival. The influx of visitors made finding a room to stay in a bit harder but also made scouting out the town much easier. In all the hustle and bustle no one took note of a halfling learning the lay of the land nor of the various sacks of sundries that were a bit lighter after his passing.

On the day of the festival Runk left his room early. Before he going he tied a bit of string to the door handle and a small nail to the other end. This he hung over a splinter on the door frame so it would be pulled free if someone opened the door. His simple precaution in place he headed to the area near the new cathedral.

When he reached the center of activity he waited in the shade of a nearby building first watching the preparations and later the forming crowd. With the speeches starting and everyone focused on the mayors "humor" he made his way into the crowd intending to honor Desna by trying his luck with a few purses. He had just found a likely target when the sheriff began dropping his various threats. Considering a moment Runk finally huffed in annoyance and faded back into the crowd empty handed.

Making his way to the tables he consoled himself with a large plate full of everything the cooks had to present. Even though it was offered freely he always seemed to reach for things as if they would be snatch away or his hand struck for trying to take them. His plate overfull he made his way back to an out of the way spot to eat and watch the crowd.


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

"Day b'day be the the only way to live, m'brother," the dwarf states as he pushes past the throng of nearby revelers in a brusk manner.

Despite the calls of irritation at his lack of manners, the tide of merry-making guests stand to either side as Fofin continues to shoulder his way toward the stall where his nose has picked up the scent of sweet mead. After he arrives nearby to the food cart he begins to gripe at the outstanding line before him.

"Damn the luck, Sower! There's gunna be nuthin' left'a the good drink an' food by the time we get up there!" he curmudgeonly remarks before lifting a bushy brow. "Say, 'haps ye distract some'a these fine folks as I move ahead," the hungry dwarf proposes quietly whilst leaning toward his companion.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

Have patience. The line will move quickly, enough. I doubt that those who planned this Festival would fail to provide sufficient food for the expected crowds. Hungry people become angry people at the slightest provocation."

Ethan looks at the dwarf, not unsympathetically, but with emphasis on his final words.


Male half-orc AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex) hp 16 (1d8) Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3 Defensive Abilities orc ferocity (1/day) Summoner 1 Melee Falchion +2 (2d4+1/18-20/x2) and . . Mammoth lance +1 (2d8+1/x2) Ranged Light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2)[

you made me late again

A thin but tall half-orc is running towards town talking to what looks like a giant gerbil running next to him.

I tokd you we needed to meet them at the festival but you didn't remind me it was getting late


M Outsider AC 17 (25), touch 11, flat-footed 16 (+1 Dex, +6 natural) hp 7/22 (+2) Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 Eidelon 1 Speed 30 ft. Melee Bite (Bite) +5 (1d8+3/x2) and . . Claw x2 (Claws) +5 x2 (1d6+3/x2)

The furry gerbil like creature looks cute enough until it opens its mouth revealing razor-toothed smile that is definitely not cute

I am not you nurse maid. I am not here to make sure you keep your appointments.


Male half-orc AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex) hp 16 (1d8) Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3 Defensive Abilities orc ferocity (1/day) Summoner 1 Melee Falchion +2 (2d4+1/18-20/x2) and . . Mammoth lance +1 (2d8+1/x2) Ranged Light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2)[

don't lecture me Boo I know its not your responsibility I just asked for your help.

Gorhan an Boo run to the square and see Blake standing in line fir food. Moving up him

Hey Blake we miss anything exciting? ohh hi Zizou

Boo sits next to Gorhan like a guard dog eyes moving everywhere.


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

Fofin takes the cleric's warning with a bit of grumbling, while crossing his arms. Then, a look of eureka crosses his gruff features as he lifts his dense, sandy brows.

"Harumph! If'n I don't get some grub in me gullet how will we win the tug-o-war?" the dwarf levels with his comrade. "T'would disgrace the spirit o' community if we were not at our best."


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

Ethan can't help but chuckle at Fofin's grousing.

"You could win a tug-of-war with both arms tied and and the rope clenched in your teeth, I'd wager. Your empty stomach and fresh bruises only serve to level the field for your mere mortal competitors!"


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 3 | AC 20 T 17 FF 15 | HP 25/25 | F +4 R +8 W +2 (+2 vs fear)| Init +6, Perc +8

Runk sat half reclined steadily shrinking the sizable mound of food on his plate while he watched the crowd of townsfolk and visitors. Few stood out, a farmer here, a blacksmith there. He did take note of a gnome with his nose buried in a book standing in one of the food lines. He spoke with enough people that it appeared he was from town. Runk had grown up in the Backar Forest where he had often been tasked with keeping the local fey from troubling his lords hunts. Over the years he'd befriended many of the creatures he was supposed to be driving off and even found a worthy patron in their Wanderer god. "I'll need to find out more about this gnome." he thought to himself.

As he was considering the best way to do so, and polishing off an especially tasty chicken leg, he almost choked at the sight of two oddities quickly making their way to the festivities. The first, a half-orc was perhaps uncommon but no more so than the gnome or Runk himself. The second though was one of the strangest things Runk had ever seen. At first it seemed a giant rat, no not quite a rat...a great hamster! That was odd enough but then the thing smiled, or perhaps grimaced or snarled and revealed rows of sharp, pointed teeth.

Runk worked his way a bit further back into the shadows and checked that his trusty daggers hung in their usual places. He noted with interest that the two headed almost directly for the gnome and one of the people he had been conversing with.

His plate nearly empty he made his way to the table the gnome and his friends stood by. Sneaking his way up in line he managed to both refill his plate and get close enough to listen in on their conversation.


Male Gnome Sor2/Rgr1 | AC 16 T 13 FF 14 | HP 22/22 | F +4 R +4 W +3 | Init +2, Perc +7 | Arcane spell failure 15%

"Hi, Gorhan. Hey, Boo. So, hey Gorhan, you want to hang out on Junker's Edge tomorrow night? I bet a bunch of the visitors leave some good stuff behind. I might even have to pick up scavenging again, get whatever the gobs can't carry with 'em."


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

It had seemed that the follower of Erastil knew just the words to win his new-found friend over as the dwarf beams up at Ethan. Displaying his prodigious girth through means of flexing beneath his mail shirt, the warrior then pats down his kilt and nods, satisfied.

"Ah'm s'posin' yer right, Sower! Ah be seein' not t'many young bucks tha' could stand up t' the iron I got brewin' in meh veins but an ample dose of brew in me belly'd level the field s'more," he promises, once again eyeing the casks of mead set out at the head of the line.


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After some time in line you finally get up to the lead and are offered some food. An older halfling woman smiles as she hands you your plates. With an even bigger grin the halfling says "We serve this up often at the Rusty Dragon so if you're looking for a welcoming place to stay with good meals be sure to stop by!" With that she continues handing out plates and then moves onto the next guest.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

Ethan gives the small woman a friendly smile and raises his plate to acknowledge his appreciation for the fine food.

He turns to Fofin. "You see? Not long at all. The food didn't run out."


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

Grudgingly, Ethan's ragged companion concedes before trading his disgruntled display for enthusiasm at the delicious meal before him. The exuberant sounds of hunger issuing forth from the dwarf's prodigious belly cause him to laugh heartily, his previous cantankerous mood all but evaporating.

"Let us find a nice place 'way from th'bulk o' these folk to enjoy such a fine meal!" he exclaims, hoisting tankard and plate above to keep both from spilling in the shuffle of the crowd.


Male Gnome Sor2/Rgr1 | AC 16 T 13 FF 14 | HP 22/22 | F +4 R +4 W +3 | Init +2, Perc +7 | Arcane spell failure 15%

"Cheers," Zizouket thanks the halfling, somewhat disappointed that the foxy bard wasn't serving. He then leads Blake, Gorhan and Boo to a sparser seating area, a few empty seats away from some dwarf and a ranger, by their looks. He gives them a nod and sits down. Seeing they had the same dish, he vouches for the inn. "They got decent rooms, too, if they're not full up. The White Deer may be a little nicer, and around the same price, but the guy's kind of a jerk." He turns back to his meal, and starts eating at a leisurely pace.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

Ethan smiles in acknowledgement of the gnome's statement. His eyes dart quickly to the strange animal sitting near the gnome's companions, but assumes that were the creature a danger to the community, an alarm would have already been raised.

"The food is excellent, and the people of Standpoint are most courteous. My thanks to you and yours for the hospitality."

He sets aside his plate and stands, giving a bow of his head and shoulders.

"My name is Ethan Sower, disciple of Erastil. My companion is Fofin."

He gives Fofin a nod, indicating his turn to introduce himself.


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Blake sits at the table admiring how easy it is for Zizou to greet strangers. He smiles at the dwarf and his companion Ethan. Nervously he tries to enter the conversation. "Ah, welcome to Sandpoint. I am Blake Deverin and these are my friends Zizou and Gorhan. No need to mind his pal Boo, he is harmless unless you plan to rob us for our delicious salmon. Um, the White Deer is nice, so is the Rusty Dragon. They both serve Two Knight Ale, though I think Ameiko over at the Dragon selected a better stout for her taps. So, er....um enjoy the festival.


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

Apprehensive at playing nice with a half-orc or his allies, the dwarf gives a curt greeting before returning to his meal. Between bites he mumbles to himself about the daftness of folk over the orcish brutes.

Think they'd know better, but not 'til they wake up wit' their legs gnawed off! It's jus' the same n'matter the folks.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 3 | AC 20 T 17 FF 15 | HP 25/25 | F +4 R +8 W +2 (+2 vs fear)| Init +6, Perc +8

Runk follows the gnome when he and his friends leave the line. Being careful not to get too close (and staying especially distant from the creature they call "Boo") and sits nearby next to a dwarf and human.


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With everyone finishing up their meals, and the day breaking into late afternoon/early evening the crowds settle down from the games and the abundance of wonderful food, mainly content on talking amongst themselves and shopping stalls. A few of the organizers of the festivities go around announcing that the consecration ceremony will begin shortly and try to huddle the masses back to the town square.


Male Gnome Sor2/Rgr1 | AC 16 T 13 FF 14 | HP 22/22 | F +4 R +4 W +3 | Init +2, Perc +7 | Arcane spell failure 15%

"Good to meet y'all, Ethan and Fofin!" Zizouket offers a calloused hand to the human. Recognizing the dwarf's apprehension, he just gives him a nod. "And it's Sandpoint, rather than Standpoint. Am I right in guessing that y'all made it into town just today? Were y'all coming intentionally for the Festival, or was the timing just lucky?"

Zizou is happy to chat a while, and when the consecration ceremony nears, he relunctantly joins the rest of the crowd, though he stands near the back of the square.


Male half-orc AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex) hp 16 (1d8) Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3 Defensive Abilities orc ferocity (1/day) Summoner 1 Melee Falchion +2 (2d4+1/18-20/x2) and . . Mammoth lance +1 (2d8+1/x2) Ranged Light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2)[

How does he always do thay. He is always so comfortable just talkig to anyone.
Gorhan sits and smiles as he is introduced.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

"Happenstance," Ethan replies, making certain to grasp the gnome's hand in return. " I am newly ordained, having completed ten years of apprenticeship. Now is the time for my mission work to begin. My road led me here, to Sandpoint," Ethan states the name of the town in a manner acknowledging his earlier error and indicating resolve to remember it in the future. "I met Fofin on the road a few days ago, and we have become fast friends."


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Blake finishes his meal and enjoys spending the afternoon visiting the stalls and spending time with his friends. When the word starts to spread that the ceremony is getting ready to begin he turns to Zizou and Gorhan and says, "I promised uncle Gaven I would be at the consecration. You can come along if you want otherwise I will catch up with you all later. Ethan, Fofin it has been a pleasure to meet you." Blake then works his way to the cathedral to join the gathering crowd.


Male half-orc AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex) hp 16 (1d8) Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3 Defensive Abilities orc ferocity (1/day) Summoner 1 Melee Falchion +2 (2d4+1/18-20/x2) and . . Mammoth lance +1 (2d8+1/x2) Ranged Light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2)[

We will go it will be interesting and then Zouzo we can go to junker's after and see what we can find Boo loves messing with the goblins when they come around.

Gorhan pats Boo on the shoulder.


M Outsider AC 17 (25), touch 11, flat-footed 16 (+1 Dex, +6 natural) hp 7/22 (+2) Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 Eidelon 1 Speed 30 ft. Melee Bite (Bite) +5 (1d8+3/x2) and . . Claw x2 (Claws) +5 x2 (1d6+3/x2)

Boo chuckles

I like the way they squeak and run away.

Laughing a little harder now his razor teeth almost seem to sparkle in the sunlight.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

"To which diety is the cathedral being dedicated? Who is the patron god of Sandpoint?"


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

Shrugging at Ethan's question, the unkempt fighter rolls his shoulders, reflecting on the difference between the surface and the world of his kin beneath the earth. "Ye got me, but ah find it int'restin' how many diff'rent gods an' goddesses you folks got up here. In the mountain halls all there be is Torag-this an' Torag-that. Ah think the diversity be a might bit refreshin'" he shares his commentary as if he had been consulted personally.

Rubbing at his rather lumpy nose, Fofin wolfs down the remainder of his fish (and the cleric's if he doesn't finish it all), guzzles the contents of his tankard down to the last few drops.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 3 | AC 20 T 17 FF 15 | HP 25/25 | F +4 R +8 W +2 (+2 vs fear)| Init +6, Perc +8

Seeing the gnome hanging back from the crowd Runk decides to approach and introduce himself.

Not interested in the big folks chattering? he asks by way of greeting.

I'm Runk he adds. Just came to town. Good to meet a gnome here. he finishes and holds out his hand.


Male Gnome Sor2/Rgr1 | AC 16 T 13 FF 14 | HP 22/22 | F +4 R +4 W +3 | Init +2, Perc +7 | Arcane spell failure 15%

Zizouket answers the cleric on the way to the square, "I guess Desna more'n anyone. But there's, like, five other shrines, too. Erastil's one, I'm sure."

"I'm'a hang back, y'all. Leave room for the most devout up front."

When the halfling approaches, Zizou shakes his hand and greets him warmly, "Well met! I'm Zizouket. Nah, they're friends of mine, but I'm not as interested in the cathedral. At this point, I'm ready to wrap it up and hit the Hagfish. Oh, it's a tavern with card tables. They had a food stall - the lobster chowder, probably."


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Blake heads to the gathering of people, glad his friends are with him. Blake pushes up close so he can see what is going on, leaving Zizou chatting with another town visitor at the back edge of the crowd.


Male Human Cleric of Erastil 2 l AC 17 T 13 FF 14 l HP 15/15 l F +4 R +2 W +6 l Init +2 l Perc +3 I CMB +0 I CMD 12

Ethan offers the rest of his food to Fofin, then stand with the rest of the group.

"I would very much like to witness the dedication. Are you coming, Fofin?"

Being an outsider, Ethan does not push his way through the crowd. Instead, he moves around to his left, along to the far edge of the gathering, so that he may move to the front without pushing through or standing in front of anyone.

From the edge of the crowd, he watches the ceremony unfold.


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

Brushing himself off hurriedly, the dwarf dabs at the last of the mead upon his lips by using his lengthy, wild beard. Letting loose a roaring belch, Fofin pats his swollen stomach, smiling with pride before lumbering after the cleric.

"Ah'm on m'way!" he shouts, pushing through the stream of bustling folk headed toward the ceremony. "Oi! Move aside, lady! Yer arse rivals the giants in legends!" the dwarf rudely remarks as he struggles to get around a particularly hefty woman.


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Please place yourselves as you see fit on the map.


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Placed Blake near the front of the crowd.


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 3 | AC 20 T 17 FF 15 | HP 25/25 | F +4 R +8 W +2 (+2 vs fear)| Init +6, Perc +8

Runks position would be based on Zizous but I placed him where I figure he'd stand. Once Z places his I'll modify.


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Looks like everyone is placed.

There is a general rowdiness to the crowd just from everyone's excitement for the consecration and the chatter of people talking about the festivities of the day.

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.

Perceptions:

Blake: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Ethan: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Fofin: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Gorhan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Boo: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Runk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Zizouket: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

All except Ziz:
You see that the shape that raced by and killed the dog now hides at the wagon’s edge—a single goblin, licking the blood from its dogslicer as it looks excitedly at the crowd, seeking out a new target

Initiatives:

Blake: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Ethan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Fofin: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Gorhan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Boo: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Runk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Zizouket: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Crowd: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Goblins: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

The crowd begins to scatter as battles, screaming, and the horrid song break out all throughout town. There is a small contingent of Goblins that no one else seems to be dealing with and they look ready to attack.

Surprise Round
Crowd, >Blake, Goblins, Gorhan, Boo, Runk, Ethan, Fofin


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0

Blake shouts, GOBLINS? GOBLINS! Protect the innocent. Blake remembers the lessons his uncle taught him after his father was murdered. "STOP THEM!" Blake rushes past Gorhan and Boo, circling through the crowd arriving near the dwarf who was at the nearby table earlier, "Behind you." Cupping his hand, Blake incants the words of power that summon a glowing orb into his palm and then he flings it at one of the goblins.

Move Action: Went 30 feet south and west towards the goblins.
Standard Action: Cast acid splash targeting the goblin farthest to the south behind the wagon

Range Touch Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12 Acid Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 2


Male Dwarf Fighter 1 | AC 18 T 10 FF 18 | HP 12/12 | F +4 R +0 W +0 | Init +0 | Perc +1

"Wha- why blow me down! Some excitement an' from sodding vermin no-less!" the dwarf exclaims as he wheels about to look over the cart.

Prying the large, well-worn pickaxe from his back, the dwarf grins wildly from beneath his beard. This'll show ye, Pop. First a few gobs, then giants will be fallin' at m'feet.

Waiting for others to take their turn as per initiative, just posting some flavor.


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Surprise round is standard or move not both :)

As Blake moves up to get a better vantage to deal with the goblins, the one who recently finished cleaning his blade of dog blood charges at the longshank emboldened by the attack taking place on the town.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 3 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Crit Threat: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Crit Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

The little ankle bitter has a bit of a punch running at Blake and slicing at his calf, almost hitting the Achilles tendon.

The other two goblins move into battle ready to fight.

Surprise Round
Crowd, Blake, Goblins, >Gorhan, Boo, Runk, Ethan, Fofin


Male Halfling Rogue (Scout) 3 | AC 20 T 17 FF 15 | HP 25/25 | F +4 R +8 W +2 (+2 vs fear)| Init +6, Perc +8

Actions:

Quick update as I'm on my way out until tomorrow
Surprise round : Runk draws his twin daggers and 5' steps NE to get in an open lane.
Round 1 : He charges any remaining goblin (preferably the southern most) and attacks.
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Dak feel free to add/modify as appropriate. I'll be back Saturday evening.


Magus 3 | AC 17 T 13 FF 14 | HP 25 / 24 | F +4 R +3 W +3 | Init +4 | Perc +0
GM Dak wrote:

Surprise round is standard or move not both :)

My bad, missed it was a surprise round. The dialogue made it seem like it was just a regular round. Sorry.

Blake shouts, "GOBLINS? GOBLINS!" Protect the innocent. Blake remembers the lessons his uncle taught him after his father was murdered. "STOP THEM!" Blake rushes past Gorhan and Boo, circling through the crowd arriving near the dwarf who was at the nearby table earlier, "Behind you." Before he can doing anything against the invaders, one of the goblins rushes out and slashes him on on the leg, "AHHH! You will pay for that pest!"

Current hp 7


Male half-orc AC 15, touch 12, flat-footed 13 (+3 armor, +2 Dex) hp 16 (1d8) Fort +0, Ref +2, Will +3 Defensive Abilities orc ferocity (1/day) Summoner 1 Melee Falchion +2 (2d4+1/18-20/x2) and . . Mammoth lance +1 (2d8+1/x2) Ranged Light crossbow +3 (1d8/19-20/x2)[

Gorhans hqnds fly in the air and he is mumbling something and then he touches Boo.

Go my friend attack and have your fun.

Casts mage armor on Boo
Charge is a full round action and can not be done in surprise round

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