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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 Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Drawn to the smells of his countries cooking, Darpan wanders over to the stall serving food from Ameiko's tavern.
"Where did you learn how to cook such pleasing dishes?", he ask of the server. "I have not tasted as good since leaving the Isle of Jalmeray!"


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An older halfling woman looks up and smiles. "Thank you kindly for your words. It's a recipe Mistress Kajitsu picked up on one of her travels." She motions toward Ameiko who is talking with others. With an even bigger grin the halfling chimes in "We serve it 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 hands over the meal and then moves onto the next guest.


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan wanders away from the food booths and begins to browse the many other stalls. When he come to any traditional Varisian weavers he shows them the swatch of cloth he keeps with him, and questions the people about its creation, in hopes of finding a clue about where it was made, and who made it.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Nicat meanders happily through the stalls of delicious food, greeting old friends, and trying his hand at the games. He dodges a few hard looks from some of the townsfolk, who always thought he took too many chances and scared a good many people in the process.

Desna's dice! You'd think they're all my parents, telling me to be careful, 'watch out for this' and 'don't climb that'! Speaking of climbing, I bet the view is pretty great from the top of the new cathedral! They really built it big while I was travelling with the caravan. He looks around at the crowd, continuing his daydreaming, I bet all the folk who thought I was crazy for climbing the last church would be pretty impressed if I got up on top of this one. I still can't believe I couldn't get the clapper out of the old bell up there. Maybe this one'll be easier - would be pretty funny if they went to ring the bell tomorrow morning and it didn't make a sound...

As is typical, Nicat is easily distracted from his train of thought. He sees a small boy ogling a display of brightly colored glass balls, made for many years now by the Kajitsu glassworks. Like the boy, Nicat has always found them intriguing, and can't resist picking up one, then two, then five, as he begins to juggle them.

Perform (juggling): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Over the objections of the glass-vendor, he lofts the glass balls high into the air, spinning them into a dizzying loop of bright colors shining in the morning sun. Out of the corner of his eye he spots Chavana, and calls out, "Chavana! Do you see? I'm juggling the stars and moon of Desna! See how she smiles on me? Ready? Catch!"

With his last word, he sends a red glass ball flying toward the cleric of Milani, while he continues to juggle the remaining balls.

Sczarni

HP 11/31 | AC 16/17, T 12/13; FF 14 | F8; R3; W2 (+2 Superstition) | Init +2 | Perc +7 | Rage Used: 10/10| DR 1/- (2/- non-lethal) | Crowd Control +1 to att & AC when 2 enemies adjacent | Male Half-Orc (Varisian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager, Urban Barbarian, Beast Totem) 2 Fighter (Unbreakable) 1

Used to the odd looks that a hulking half-orc dressed in colorful Varasian raiment draws, Ulrich wanders among the stalls at the festival somewhat aimlessly. Without the need to be a guard or worker as his family sets up their wares and "services" for the festival, he is truly lost for the want of a task to perform.

Ultimatly, he notices one of the travellers that had accompanied his caravan to Sandpoint eating at a stall. Without anything else to do and with a rumble in his stomach, he follows along and purchases some of the spicy fish from the halfling proprietress. "Quite good... and did you say you run an Inn? I might be looking for a place to stay."

I suppose I need to find an inn as I will not be staying with the tents. That is what the travellers always seemed to do when they left the caravan...


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Chavana had been wandering, tasting all of the different foods, finding both the curry salmon of Ameiko's stall and the venison to her liking. She hadn't eaten this well in... well.. a long time.

Wandering through the festival, she sees Darpan fretting over fabric with fabric vendors, while, as she's taking the last bite of the delicious curry salmon she sees Nicat juggling various glass . Suddenly, he tosses one her direction!

perform (juggling charisma based): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

She smiles warmly as she catches the glass ball. Not taking the chance with any more juggling, given how it ended up the last time she tries, she holds onto the globe.

Ah! I nearly dropped that! What would our poor vendor here think of me if I'd have dropped this?

She walks over to the glass orb vendor, smiling, and places the small globe back onto the stall.

I do hope you plan on keeping yourself out of trouble today. She smiles knowingly. Turning back to the vendor, she says These truly are beautiful works of art. My friend there has taken an obvious liking to these.

sorry for being late to the party!


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Nicat laughs at Chavana's reply and says "You couldn't have dropped that! It's one of the stars of the Starsong herself, here on her special day, and juggled by none other than her favored one! If you didn't catch it, it would have just floated up and joined the other stars in the sky, I'm sure of it."

Slowing down slightly in his juggling, Nicat muses "Wonder who would have had to pay for it if that happened? Ah, never mind, I see I've got a bit of a crowd gathering. Time to show them something!"

Raising his voice, he calls out, "Hey, everyone, watch this!" He continues juggling the four balls, arcing them high. With a sudden movement, he reaches his right hand over his right shoulder, drawing one of his shortswords and flicking it into the air to bring it into the juggling routine, the silvery blade flashing amidst the colored baubles.

Perform (juggling): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Dak - your call on whether that's a good enough roll for that move. PRD says that hitting a DC 15 results in "Enjoyable performance. In a prosperous city, you can earn 1d10 sp/day."


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan, having spoken to all the fabric sellers he could find, and receiving the same negative answer at each, heads back to the main square to watch a juggler handling a number of glass spheres, then he add a sword!
Shaking his head, Darpan sits on the steps of the new cathedral and simply watches the people walk by. Dressed in exotic flowing robes with a great bow across his lap, many stop to stare, but few speak to the monk.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Looking across the crowds, Chavana sees Darpan, the monk who traveled from Windsong Abbey with her, sitting on the steps of the new cathedral.

She walks over and smiles, bending down to Darpan's level.

Well, you look disheartened. May Milani smile upon you She straightens her back waves her hands in blessing,

And Darpan, we have nothing if we don't have hope. Stand up, come over to the stalls, they have wonderful things to enjoy, even if you don't buy them. Let's go have a drink while they're free... hells, let's have several and relax for a bit.

She grabs Darpan's hand and begins tugging at his hand, looking at Nicat performing for the gathering crowd, she wants to make sure she's somewhere that she can see him and keep him out of trouble... if trouble finds him.`


Male Oni-Spawn Tiefling Fighter (Weapon Master)/1 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14 | HP 13/13 | F +5 R +1 W +0 | Init +1 | Perc +1

as a crowed begins forming around something clearly not scheduled for the days events. Voren makes his way over to see if whatever is happening is really worth his time. As he gets closer he spots a few baubles arcing higher and higher into the air.
No, couldn't be....
Voren pushes through the crowd, probably with a little more force than he should, until he breaks through to the front. He smiles to himself with a grin that looks more like a grimace than anything else.
Should'a known it'd be Nicat...
After a moments pause, Voren joins the crowd in there clapping and laughter with his massive hands as he steps toward the Juggler and calls out, Well I'll be a Vanaran's uncle, when did you get back into town?


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan smiles at the pretty cleric and gets up. "I was hoping that maybe with so many sellers of fabric here at the celebration that one of them might be able to tell me about this cloth. Alas, none had any idea where it came from or what..tribe?, clan?..well whatever they call themselves, none could tell me anything new."
He walks with Chavana as they head towards the stalls that are giving away free samples of mead and ale.
"You will have to indulge for me, I am afraid. My vows preclude me from alcoholic beverages. However a nice cool lemon-water would be refreshing. Do you have such drinks here??"


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Chavana smiles warmly. As she obtains the drinks for herself and Darpan from the stall to her right, handing a very sweet flavored lemonade to Darpan, she replies:

"My hope is that, one day, you'll find that some of those vows should be... delayed... for a short period of time. This stuff is wonderful, I've not had anything like it since... well... since before I left Korvosa."

She takes a drink of a fruit infused mead, enjoying the warming sensation as it goes.

"See our juggler friend over there?"

She motions towards Nicat, not relinquishing Darpan's "free" hand.

"He certainly has fewer vows than the both of us. Certainly, he's having fun, but, in time, he'll even make vows of his own. In the meantime, it's up to his friends to keep him out of trouble..."

She sees the very strange looking individual *Voren* walk to Nicat. She giggles at the thought and says it out loud, immediatelyy regretting letting her talk get ahead of her mind.

"See, trouble has found us already. I wonder what Nicat did this time?"

Chavana is trying to encourage a smile from Darpan, maybe even get him to relax a bit for a moment. Chavana's enjoying her mead but not at a pace to get herself into any form of trouble.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

"Voren, good to see you!" Nicat responds, continuing his juggling routine. "I just came in with the caravan a couple of days ago. I was wondering when I'd see you - wasn't sure you'd make an appearance at the festival. Hey, I'm gonna try something here, care to help me out? Ready? Catch!"

As with Chavana, Nicat sends a glass ball, this one blue, flying towards Voren. As part of the same movement, he pulls his other shortsword out of the sheath behind his left shoulder and flicks it into the air, now juggling two blades and three glass balls. Speaking to Voren without taking his eyes off the whirling glass and steel, Nicat says "That was close, nearly tossed the sword to you by accident! Now, carefully - toss that ball to me, high, and I'll catch it and work it in. Then you can buy me a drink!"

Perform (juggling), in case it's needed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan does indeed smile as he watches the juggler weave his performance among the audience.
"He is like the fakir that I remember as a boy watching from the gates of the monastery. During the many festival we were allowed to watch from the walls or gateway. When we were older, we were sent out in groups of 3 to keep watch for any mummery or sneak-thieves working in the crowds."


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

"So, you DO smile. It's a good look for you, and it certainly shows that there's hope for you yet. She grins.

Watching Nicat and Voren's interactions, Chavana appears to be quite relieved and horrified at the same time, given he's now juggling two swords.

It would seem that Nicat knows our strange looking friend there, so I'm sure there's less trouble than I thought to begin with, although all that metal may not mix with the glass.

Did we determine we know Ulrich? I thought we did, and if so, I'd like to see him into the conversation/gawking crowd, then Chavana can bee a good little social butterfly :P


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

"It is easy to smile on such a festive day and with such good company. As Irori tells us, 'Enjoy the moment, for too swiftly will it pass'."
Darpan continues to walk with the priestess, his bow slung over one shoulder, and his hand still in hers.

Sczarni

HP 11/31 | AC 16/17, T 12/13; FF 14 | F8; R3; W2 (+2 Superstition) | Init +2 | Perc +7 | Rage Used: 10/10| DR 1/- (2/- non-lethal) | Crowd Control +1 to att & AC when 2 enemies adjacent | Male Half-Orc (Varisian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager, Urban Barbarian, Beast Totem) 2 Fighter (Unbreakable) 1

Observing the juggling and banter of the travelers who departed his Caravan with him makes Ulrich feel at home. If they were picking the pockets of those watching the juggling, he would likely feel even more at home, but the life of the Szcarni is behind him now. Even so his eyes watch the crowd for troublemakers as he stands close enough to be ready to help in case a strong hand is needed.

When he sees a long-armed tiefling approach, shoving his way through the crowd, Ulrich instinctively steps in between the pretty cleric of Milani and the demon-spawned warrior in case trouble approached. When the juggler recognizes the tiefling as a friend, however, the Bear smiles a small nod at the priestess and steps back into the crowd still watching attentively.


Male Oni-Spawn Tiefling Fighter (Weapon Master)/1 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14 | HP 13/13 | F +5 R +1 W +0 | Init +1 | Perc +1

Catching the Bauble: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Well that looks unpleasant
Not used to having blue balls fly at him, Voren flinches as he attempts to catch the glass globe. Despite having massive hands and fingers, the ball slips through and crashes to the ground.
Vorens pale skin turns a deep shade of crimson as he looks toward the vendor then to Nicat.
And that, is why I don't typically come to these things.....
Voren looks back to the vendor who has also joined him in a reddened skin tone.
Sorry about the trinket...
Voren drops a few coins on the vendors table then, turning toward Nicat, So how much are you thinking this will set you back? I figure if anything you owe me drinks.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Mr. Bear... While I appreciate the sentiment, this is a wonderful festival. I'm sure a few fights will break out, but our poor... whatever he is... will be just fine. If not out the few silvers it takes to replace the blue ball. I'm sure that, outside of those fights, this is going to be a peaceful time.

She relinquishes Darpan's hand and pats Urich's back, unsure of how to treat the half-orc. She does however, take a wary look around the crowd, just to be sure for herself.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9


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The crowd takes in the specticle with wild amusement, that is of course until one of the balls comes to a shattering crash on the ground. Most of the crowd disperses to avoid trouble while a few onlookers watch to see what transpires. The merchant just as embarrassed nods an uneasy thanks to the hellspawn as the coins flop down on the merchants table. He urges Nicat to stop with his foolery before more damage occurs.


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan is slightly startled as the 1/2 orc appears to block their movement. He tenses, but as Chavana talks to him, he remembers the fellow from the caravan that brought them north. He relaxes, and offers the 1/2 orc a curt bow.
"Many thanks for your quick reaction sir. I remember you from my journey north, but I am embarrassed to say that I do not remember your name. I am Darpan Bala Manujyestha."
He feels a momentary..something..as Chavana releases his hand. For some reason he reaches and pats the waterproof pouch with the portrait and cloth in it, as if to reassure himself. He also takes his bow once more in hand.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

"And here I'm the one who had the drinks, my dear Darpan,"

Chavana giggles at the thought, either from the thought of Darpan forgetting anything. She does raise an eyebrow at Darpan grasping his bow.

"Allow me, this is Mister Bear, who seems to care a lot. I believe his actual name is Ulrich the Bear, and he, quite obviously, is a fan of the Varisian way of life.

She indicates his clothing.

Have I missed anything important, Mr. Bear?

I didn't think about this until just now, but the Care A Lot and Bear... oh... I'm so sorry for that pun but it makes sense, given Ulrich's actions and Chavana's happy drink. Also, while in the caravan, I'm sure that Ulrich was likely called by his first name or "bear" whichever was needed at the time.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Focused as he is on his juggling, Nicat hears the glass ball break and laughs, then says "Ah, Voren, you see how Desna smiles on me? In my hands, that ball flew through the sky like a star, and once it headed for you, it crashed to the ground, my poor friend."

He slows his juggling, dropping his swords one by one, point-first, into the ground. He then carefully catches the three glass balls and sets them on the vendor's table once again, smiling and meeting the man's eye as little as possible. Pulling his blades from the ground, he wipes the dirt off their tips and sheathes them again. As he does so, he turns to Voren and says "I'll buy you a drink, to forget your sorrow at not being favored by the Great Dreamer. And I'll even pay for that bauble you broke. But you need to take those coins you dropped and offer 'em straight to Desna, at the cathedral. If you really want to make her an offering, she'd love a song, a story, a poem or - do you dance? Hrm, maybe not, huh? But make her an offering, and you won't drop the next thing I toss your way."

Nicat then notices that others from the caravan are gathered nearby, and says "Chavana, Darpan, Ulrich! The gang's all here! Let me buy everyone a round of free drinks!"

Note: Nicat was sincere in his offer to pay for the broken bauble - but he's very easily distracted...

Sczarni

HP 11/31 | AC 16/17, T 12/13; FF 14 | F8; R3; W2 (+2 Superstition) | Init +2 | Perc +7 | Rage Used: 10/10| DR 1/- (2/- non-lethal) | Crowd Control +1 to att & AC when 2 enemies adjacent | Male Half-Orc (Varisian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager, Urban Barbarian, Beast Totem) 2 Fighter (Unbreakable) 1

Ulrich grins at the ready acceptance these people have for him. He speaks common with a native Varasian accent and if your eyes were closed you would never guess him to be of half-orc blood. "Varasian on my Mother's side, and I was indeed a guard my family's caravan that brought you here. Name of Ulrich, though many friends do call me the Bear as well. Even if I've parted ways with the caravan and the travel is done, I tend to look out for those in good with the family."

He seems even easier after Nicat offers to buy him a drink, "Many thanks, appreciate it.

Maybe things won't be so hard outside of the caravan...


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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.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Ahh, the reason I'm here! I wanna see this, c'mon Darpan, Mr. Bear! Nicat, bring your friend, this is a once in a lifetime celebration!

Chavana excitedly slips her arms into Darpan and Ulrich's arms, locking elbows with them, and happily moves through the crowds, who seem to instinctively part for the trio.

All the time, Chavana is wearing a bright smile.

Anyone perceptive enough can see that part of the smile is genuine, while part of it carries an unspoken sadness.

Whew! This is exhausting. I'm going to need to rest soon. At least with these two around, I may actually be able to rest for a bit.


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

"Ah, of course Chavana. I too would like to watch the religious ceremony, if that is allowed. A single space dedicated to many deities. Wonderful! Would Irori be one of them?"


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

I think so, I'm hoping to get a glimpse of all the various shrines within the temple. I certainly don't expect Milani to be there, but the whole idea of this temple evokes hope, which would certainly fall into Milani's purview.

Her bright smile never fades, although her eyes do appear to be quite tired as they walk through the town.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Nicat says to Voren, "You heard the lady - come on along to the ceremony, do a little dance for Desna, and if you stand right by me, she might smile on you too! Voren, these are friends of mine from the caravan I've been travelling with most recently - Chavana, charming priestess of the Everbloom, Darpan, a traveller from beyond the Inner Sea, and Ulrich, called Bear, a caravan guard, and a proud Varisian, as you can see."

Turning to the others, he says "This is Voren, an old friend of mine from here in Sandpoint. We used to spend days together watching for goblins, and dreaming of doing battle with them some day. Now, let's grab a drink on the way to the ceremony!"

Sczarni

HP 11/31 | AC 16/17, T 12/13; FF 14 | F8; R3; W2 (+2 Superstition) | Init +2 | Perc +7 | Rage Used: 10/10| DR 1/- (2/- non-lethal) | Crowd Control +1 to att & AC when 2 enemies adjacent | Male Half-Orc (Varisian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager, Urban Barbarian, Beast Totem) 2 Fighter (Unbreakable) 1

The tusks in the Bear's grin belie the genuine emotion he expresses as he is welcomed by this group of apparent misfits after just losing the only home he had known. Perhaps the Bear doesn't have to walk alone...

Only a luck begotton fool doesn't try for the blessings of Desna on day like this. And those of your goddess as well Chavana...

Just so everyone knows, he is typically referred to as the Bear in third person and Ulrich in the second person. Look at the Bear over there vs Ulrich, gimme a hand here.


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan walked, arm linked, with Chavana to the Cathedral. Beside her is Ulrich and behind him Nicat and Voren. He again declined the alcoholic drink offered by Nicat, instead drinking water. As they approach the building he uses the knowledge taught to him in the monastery to try and determine which deities are, in fact, worshiped here.

Knowledge-Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Chavana doesn't recall Ulrich's last name, and had heard many call him "Bear" before asking for Ulrich's help. She's treating it as his last name/title, knowing that it's just as much a light tease as it is trying to be respectful at the same time.

As they go along, and as the effects of the fruit mead wear off, Chavana opts for a rose petal mint tea as they pass one of the stalls. The cool, refreshing tea seems to brighten her smile, relieving some of the sadness of before.

Thank you, dear Nicat, for the refreshing drinks. Nice to meet you, Voren. I've never met anyone... like you before.

As she sips at the tea in an almost toddler-like fashion, refusing to relinquish either Ulrich's or Darpan's arms. A small bit spills onto the ground (and onto her cloth slippers), but, such is life when you're without a straw.

I'll also go towards figuring out which shrines are within the temple.

Knowledge: Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18


Male Oni-Spawn Tiefling Fighter (Weapon Master)/1 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14 | HP 13/13 | F +5 R +1 W +0 | Init +1 | Perc +1

Voren nods at each of the companions.
Seem like a decent enough lot.
Cracking a few knuckles, Voren reveals an awkward grin.
I'll come, but I think I'll stand in the back rather than join in the ceremony. People tend to feel a little uncomfortable when next to someone with hands bigger than their whole head.
After a moments pause, Voren falls in with the group and looks to the bear and smiles yet again, As for being a fool to not seek her blessing, if she keeps glass baubles from falling, I guess I wouldn't mind a blessing or two.


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Please places yourselves on the map as you see fit.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

As Ulrich refuses to get closer to the stage for the temple's opening, Chavana relinquishes his arm.

I'll be back to retrieve you in a bit. Enjoy the ceremony.

She flashes her bright smile as she wanders closer to the main stage with Darpan. Over her shoulder, as she gets closer, she laughingly calls out to Nicat

Do be a dear and make sure you silenly pray to Desna for a bit? Fewer falling objects that way.

As she moves through the crowd, she does huddle a little closer to Darpan. As they reach where they are going to view the stage, she whispers Thank you for coming to enjoy the opening of the temple with me.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Sensing Voren's reluctance to be at the very front of the crowd, where he's likely to stand our more than he's comfortable with, Nicat stays near the back of the gathering with his long-armed friend. As Chavana walks towards the front, he answers her "What are you saying, pray silently? I'll pray nice and loud to the lady of luck! I'm sure she'll be as glad to hear my voice as everyone else here!"


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric 3 | AC 15 T 10 FF 15 | HP 23 | F +5 R +2 W +7 | Init +0 | Perc +10

Chavana laughs and shakes her head.

I wonder when they're going to start the celebration. I think it's going to be a great ceremony.

While waiting for the temple ceremonies to begin, she bows her head in silent prayer to Milani.


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

"It is my pleasure and a very welcome surprise. When I arrived I did not know anything about this festival or the dedication of the temple here. And being able to share in such an important event with new friends make it doubly enjoyable."

Sczarni

HP 11/31 | AC 16/17, T 12/13; FF 14 | F8; R3; W2 (+2 Superstition) | Init +2 | Perc +7 | Rage Used: 10/10| DR 1/- (2/- non-lethal) | Crowd Control +1 to att & AC when 2 enemies adjacent | Male Half-Orc (Varisian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager, Urban Barbarian, Beast Totem) 2 Fighter (Unbreakable) 1

The Bear grins at Nicat saying,"Good to pray so she can hear you as you want to be sure she understands you. Desna smiling is like the shining sun, Desna laughing can be like an blazing inferno."

As he enjoys the ceremony he is careful to keep his eye on Chavana and Darpan, ready to move to aid his new friends if needed.


Summoner (synthesist) 1 || AC 15 T 15 FF 11 || HP 10/10 || F+2 R+1 W+4 || Init +0, Perc +7

A small gnome has been enjoying the festivities the whole day through. He has spiky silver hair, a full moustache and blue-grey skin. He is somewhat odd appearing, but then again, aren't all gnomes? It is hard to know how long he has been at the festival or even in the town. What brings him to your attention is the fact that he seems to be staring directly at Voren and Nicat. From across the square he is slowly making his way forward, occasionally stopping to ask a local a question. He is too far away to hear, but whatever he is looking for the the answer seems to be with the friends as villagers continue to point in their direction. Despite being a small, odd creature he is quite courteous giving a small nod of his head or a vigorous hand-shake of appreciation.


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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:

Beagen: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Chavana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Darpan: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Nicat: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Ulrich: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Vorpan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Everyone except Chavana, Vorpan:
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

Initiative:

Beagen: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Chavana: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Darpan: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Nicat: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Ulrich: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Vorpan: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Crowd: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Goblins: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Surprise Round
Ulrich, Goblins, Crowd, Nicat, Darpan, Beagen


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Umm...am I Vorpan?? Not sure if you meant Darpan, or Voren

Sczarni

HP 11/31 | AC 16/17, T 12/13; FF 14 | F8; R3; W2 (+2 Superstition) | Init +2 | Perc +7 | Rage Used: 10/10| DR 1/- (2/- non-lethal) | Crowd Control +1 to att & AC when 2 enemies adjacent | Male Half-Orc (Varisian) Barbarian (Invulnerable Rager, Urban Barbarian, Beast Totem) 2 Fighter (Unbreakable) 1

I am not seeing any goblins on the map... Unless it is that little red guy in front of the tent. Assuming I am correct...

With a shout, Ulrich draws his blade as me rushes towards the nearest goblin. "Little weasel, try Bear instead of a dog!"


Male Oni-Spawn Tiefling Fighter (Weapon Master)/1 | AC 15, T 11, FF 14 | HP 13/13 | F +5 R +1 W +0 | Init +1 | Perc +1

I think he meant Voren as he has Darpan on there with a 25.


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Yes meant Voren :P and yes.. the golbins are there now


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Seeing Ulrich rushing toward the goblins, Nicat reaches over his shoulders and draws his swords, thinking to himself, I don't think those little monsters want to see my juggling. Hope I'm up to using these blades for something more deadly.


Male Human Monk (Zen Archer) 3 | AC 16 T 16 FF 13 | HP17/22 | F +4 R +5 W +6 | Init +2 | Perc +9

Darpan spies the goblin under the wagon and swiftly sends an arrow towards the creature.

Attack-Ranged: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10


Summoner (synthesist) 1 || AC 15 T 15 FF 11 || HP 10/10 || F+2 R+1 W+4 || Init +0, Perc +7

Beagan stops in his tracks as the celebration turns into something much more sinister. He sees the small creature scurry by and he is nearly stunned when he recognizes it for what it is. The prophecy - the mad ones were right! So it begins.... He pulls himself out of thought as he sees there are others like him in the crowd - those prepared for battle.

Putting one hand in the air he say confidently, "The time has come, my friend, you are needed once more." In the midst of the goblins there is a blue shimmer in the air, almost as if a portal were forming. With a shriek, a luminescent eagle with shimmering gold feathers bursts through to begin attacking the goblins.

Use Summon Monster I spell-like ability to summon celestial eagle. I know I act last so I will place it next to 1 (or ideally 2) of the goblins depending on where they might be. It can attack immediately so...
Attack (2 talons): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12, Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Attack (bite): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5, Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4


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Ulrich moves to meet the goblins, the one who recently cleaned it's blade of dog blood charges right back at Ulrich bolstered by the ensuing battle.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

He swings wildly but doesn't manage to hit Ulrich. One of the other goblins slices into one of the townsfolk near the cart dropping her as his other buddy moves toward the crowd to attack. The crowd starts to disperse running in all directions.

Surprise Round
Ulrich, Goblins, Crowd, >Nicat, Darpan, Beagen

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