GM Nani's Realm of the Fellnight Queen (Inactive)

Game Master Nani Z. Obringer

Nani's Pathfinder Society Organized Play module.


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Shadow Lodge

Male

Oggie listens patiently to Jokhas.

When the story is done he tussles the hair of the little girl at his side.

"Well since it seems like it's story tellin' time I got one to tell"

Perform(Oratory): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18

Oggie settles down onto a comfortable rock near the bridge.

Oggies long but happy story about dragons:

"This here is the story of Dragon Rock and it begins with Once Upon A Time, because all the best stories do.

So, Once Upon A Time, and imagine if you can, a steep sided valley cluttered with giant, spiky green pine trees and thick, green grass that reaches to the top of your socks so that when you run, you have to bring your knees up high, like running through water. Wildflowers spread their sweet heady perfume along the gentle breezes and bees hum musically to themselves as they cheerily collect flower pollen.

The people are very happy here and they work hard, keeping their houses s+&#~ and span and their children's faces clean." Oggie casts a kind but pointed glance at Darvin.

"This particular summer had been very hot and dry, making the lean farm dogs sleepy and still. Farmers whistled lazily to themselves and would stand and stare off into the distance, trying to remember what it was that they were supposed to be doing. By two o'clock in the afternoon, the town would be awash in a haze of slumber, with grandmas nodding off over their knitting and farmers snoozing in the haystacks. It was very, very hot.

No matter how hot the day, however, the children would always play in the gentle, rolling meadows. With wide brimmed hats and skin dark from the sun, they chittered and chattered like sparrows, as they frolicked in their favorite spot.

Now, their favorite spot is very important to this story because in this particular spot is a large, long, scaly rock that looks amazingly similar to a sleeping dragon.

The children knew it was a dragon.

The grownups knew it was a dragon.

The dogs and cats and birds knew it was a dragon.

But nobody was scared because it never, ever moved." Oggie continues with a grin.

"The boys and girls would clamber all over it, poking sticks at it and hanging wet boots on its ears but it didn't mind in the least. The men folk would sometimes chop firewood on its zigzagged tail because it was just the right height and the Ladies Weaving Group often spun sheep fleece on its spikes.

Often on a cool night, when the stars were twinkling brightly in a velvet sky and the children peacefully asleep, the grownups would settle in for the evening with a mug of steaming cocoa in a soft cushioned chair. Then the stories about How The Dragon Got There began. Nobody knew for sure, there were many different versions depending on who told the tale, but one thing that everybody agreed on, was this:

In Times of Trouble
The Dragon will Wake
And Free the Village
By making a Lake

This little poem was etched into everybody's minds and sometimes appeared on tea towels and grandma's embroidery.

The days went by slowly, quietly and most importantly, without any rain. There had been no rain in the valley for as long as the children could remember. The wells were starting to bring up muddy brown water and clothes had to be washed in yesterday's dishwater. The grass had faded to a crisp biscuit color and the flowers drooped their beautiful heads. Even the trees seemed to hang their branches like weary arms. The valley turned browner and drier and thirstier, every hot, baking day.

The townsfolk grew worried and would murmur to each other when passing with much shaking of heads and tut tuts. They would look upwards searching for rain clouds in the blue, clear sky, but none ever came.

"The tale of the Dragon cannot be true," said old Mrs. Greywhistle, the shopkeeper.

"It hasn't moved an inch, I swear," replied her customer, tapping an angry foot.

It was now too hot for the children to play out in the direct sun and they would gather under the shade of the trees, digging holes in the dust and snapping brittle twigs.

"The Dragon will help us soon," said one child.

"He must do Something," agreed another.

"I'm sure he will."

They all nodded in agreement.

A week went by with no change, the people struggling along as best they could. Some were getting cross at the Dragon and would cast angry, sideways looks at it when passing. The villagers were becoming skinny eyed and sullen.

Meanwhile, the children had a plan.

Quickly and quietly, they moved invisibly around town, picking and plucking at the fading flowers. With outstretched arms and bouquets up to their chins, they rustled over to where the giant rock lay, as still as ever.

The boys and girls placed bunches of flowers around the Dragon in a big circle. They scattered petals around its head and over its nose, then danced around and around it, skipping and chanting the rhyme that they all knew so well.

In Times of Trouble
The Dragon Will Wake
And Save the Village
By making a Lake.

The searing heat made them dizzy and fuzzy and finally they all fell in a sprawling heap at the bottom of the mound. They looked up at the rock.

Nothing happened.

A dry wind lazily picked up some flower heads and swirled them around. The air was thick with pollen and perfume. A stony grey nostril twitched.

"I saw something," cried the youngest boy.

They stared intently.

An ear swiveled like a periscope.

The ground began to rumble.

"Look out! Run! Run!"

The children scampered in all directions, shrieking and squealing, arms pumping with excitement.

The rumbling grew and grew.

The Dragon raised its sleepy head. " Oggie imitates a dragon waking up. "It got onto its front feet and sat like a dog. It stood up and stretched, arching its long scaly back like a sleek tabby cat. It blinked and looked around with big kind, long lashed eyes.

And then its nostrils twitched and quivered again.

The older folk were alerted by the screams and shrieks. The ladies held up their long skirts to run and the men rolled their sleeves up and soon the whole town stood together in a tight huddle at the foot of the hill, staring up at the large beast with mouths held open.

"AHHHHH AAHHHHHHHHH!!"

The noise erupted from the Dragon.

"AHHHHH AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The families gripped each other tighter and shut their eyes.

"AHHHHH CHOOOOOOOOO!!"

The sneeze blasted from the Dragon like a rocket, throwing it back fifty paces, causing a whirlwind of dust and dirt.

"AHHHHH CHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

The second blast split open the dry earth, sending explosions of soil and tree roots high into the sky like missiles, and something else too ...

The people heard the sound but couldn't recognize it at first for it had been such a long time since their ears had heard such tinkling melody. As their eyes widened in wonder, their smiles turned into grins and then yahoos and hoorahs.

Water, cold, clear spring water, oozed, then trickled, then roared out of the hole, down the hillside and along the valley floor.

The torrent knocked over a farmer's haystack, but he didn't care.

The river carried away the schoolteacher's shed but she cared not a jot. It even demolished the town hall but they howled with laughter and slapped their thighs. When the flood sent pools of water into the inn, the men just hooted and whistled and threw their caps up in the air.

What used to be a dirty, brown dust bowl, now gleamed and glistened in the sunlight, sending playful waves and ripples across the lake and inviting all to share.

"HMMMMM," sighed the Dragon sleepily, and showing his perfect movie star teeth. "Seeing as I'm awake ..."

And he lumbered forward with surprising grace and style and disappeared into the cool dark water with a small wave of a claw and flick of his tail.

They never saw him again.

After the families had restored and rebuilt the village, and set up sailing clubs for the children, and swimming for the grandparents, they erected a bandstand and monument in the spot where the Dragon used to lay. Every year to mark the occasion, they would bring garlands of flowers and herbs and arrange them in a big circle. The children would have the day off school, for it was known as 'Water Dragon Day' and wearing the dragon masks that they had been working on all week, would skip and clap and sing.

The Dragon helped Us
As We said He would Do
Hooray for The Dragon
Achoo, Achoo, ACHOOOO!"

And that is the end of the story."


attribution:
Dragon Rock by Ellena Ashley - minorly modified by Eric W. Brittain

Oggie pauses for a moment before gathering up his things, "Now I gotta go find me a fork before this fish goes cold."

I know he's a pathfinder but that guy just rubs me wrong, Oggie thinks as he walks off. Dragon's shoulnd't still shake me this bad. It's a good thing we got some time before we get to Galt 'cuz I gotta get my act together before then or we are all dead.

Dark Archive

Female Tiefling Magus 7

Leaving the gazebo behind Asharii heads to the large tent on the opposite side of the grounds.

She heads to one of the tables and takes a glass of strong cider. She smells it, takes a small sip and savors it for a moment... she then tosses the entire glass down in a big gulp while grabbing a new full glass.

Asharii walks around the buffet and samples the various dishes and snaks, all the while keeping an eye out on the crowd for any one remarkably handsome, whom she can drag over to the dance area.


At the Horseshoe Pit
Halak's face falls in disappointment when he hears the conviction in Valorian's voice. He looks sadly towards the pitiful group of gathered onlookers. He does his best to hide his disapointment. "Well, okay. I try to find other people for tournament. If you change mind, let Halak know. At least we safe if you on watch." He thumps Valorian heartily on the back with his massive fist and trundles over to the milling people. Even at a distance he is still as loud as a bullhorn. "Hey you! You come play in tournament! Special prize for winner. Honor Elyin ancestors, bring many baby by good victory. Wait, why you run away?"

At the Bridge
The children stand utterly enraptured by both Jokhas and Oggie's stories. The boys seem very excited by the fight between Razmir and the dragon, picking up sticks and enthusiastically reenacting the combat. Soon, several of the boys are shouting, "I'm Razmir! I'm slaying the dragon!". You are pretty sure you spot some concerned faces from nearby adults. There is also a young girl dressed in a sunshine yellow dress, perhaps ten, who watches Johkas thoughtfully. She gazes from the mask at his side to his kind face.

After Oggie's Story, many of the children take up the singsong rhyme, yelling "ACHOOO!" at the top of their lungs. They run around giggling and sneezing at each other.

Just then, a women calls out from the feast tent, "Box Social Auction! Get your bids in now! Get your chance at a dessert and a date with a pretty girl!"

The children all perk up at this, and tug at Oggie and Johkas. "Come on!" At their quizzical looks, the girl in the yellow dress whispers conspiratorially, "Most of the time, the winners can't eat the whole pies and cakes and stuff. Sometimes they take it home, but lots of times they give us a slice." The children run up the path to the tent, still singing and sneezing loudly as they go.


At the Tent
Delicious smells emanate from this large canvas tent. Partygoers frequently come and go, carrying wooden plates of fried fish and barbecued pork with cups of honeymead and hard cider. Around the back, smoke rises from several cookfires.Under the canopy of this pitched tent, a moustached man in an apron serves food and drink for the wedding celebration. Several volunteers man cookfires behind the tent, frying fish and roasting racks of pork ribs.

"Looks like you enjoyed that, m'dear! Would you care for another? Or perhaps a honeymead—it's my own recipe. Revas Benwold at your service!Might I ask your name?" The man serving the food introduces himself to Asharii with a wink, and offers her a mug full of mead. Revas is a middle-aged man that carries himself with an easygoing confidence. The years have not detracted from his looks in the least, with his salt-and-pepper hair and laugh lines serving only to emphasize his deep blue eyes. He gestures towards the small crowd of young men standing off to the side, who are vainly attempting to not gawk at Asharii's figure in her sheer dress. "Looks like you have some admirers, Miss. Need me to make some introductions?"

"Revas, some of us like to introduce ourselves! I am Marcus Arnelion, and it is a great pleasure to meet the loveliest guest here." The newcomer is a young man who sweeps in, pushing aside the few onlookers carelessly. He is well dressed with a forest green dueling cloak and tall riding boots. Fine blonde hair falls stylishly over his eyes, which he brushes aside before kissing Asharii's Hand.

The plot thickens! The young rake or the well mannered bartender? Stay tuned folks! As a note, I tried to find some portraits or images of these guys. But I have fount that it is really difficult to find fantasy images of MEN who are a)wearing clothes b)not a vampire and c)not barbarians.

Paizo Employee

Male Human Miracle-Worker of Razmir 7

Simple solution: All of the men in Andoran are nude, vampiric barbarians. Extra credit if they're also drow.

Jokhas gazes appreciatively at the reenactments, thinking when the mask is donned, we are all like Razmir. He begins to accept Drezi's suggestion of grabbing a drink when the crowd starts to push him towards the cake auction. "It seems in Andoran a good drink is best appreciated alongside a cake with a crust just as golden! I, for one, look forward to rewarding a talented mind behind a legendary pastry with well-earned patronage. Perhaps you would join me for this, and we shall get that drink right after."

Auctioning off fine food and attractive company to the highest bidder? These fine folk are better versed in Razmir's Thirteen Reflections of Wealth than I expected!

Grand Lodge

Male Human (shoanti) Ranger (falconer) 7

After staying in the Rose Garden for a few minutes, listening to the epic stories going on outside in the open, Swift Wind decides that it might be time to join the party. He creeps out from where he was staying in the Rose Garden to look at the grounds and what is going on.

The gods are important to the southern people. Perhaps checking out the temple would be appropriate for this celebration.

At this he strides out of the garden, not trying to hide himself anymore, heading straight towards the Chapel of Shelyn to investigate who is inside.

Grand Lodge

Whew! That was close. I am not interested in another game of wasted time.
Entering the woods...
Hrmmm, now where to...ahh, that looks to be a good spot.

Valorian climbs to a low branch approximately 10ft above the ground where he can observe the majority of the glade, but remain hidden in the foliage, bow at the ready.
Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Unfortunately, his view of the bridge is completely blocked by trees and that of the entry to the Chapel is partially obscured at best. Shanks sits, guarding the base of the tree.
the relatively low stealth check can be explained by Shanks, sitting at the base of the tree, somewhat giving Valorian's position away.

Shadow Lodge

Male Human (Mixed ancestry) Bard 7

After the children enthusiastically scamper off Oggie looks over to Jokhas and adds, “I ain’t in a place to be thinking about dating no one. I’m going to wander about a bit and see what else is going on.

As if on cue in the distance a bullhorn like voice carries over the festivities.

Halak yelled wrote:
Hey you! You come play in tournament! Special prize for winner. Honor Elyin ancestors, bring many baby by good victory. Wait, why you run away?

Sounds like just the thing. It’s been a long while since I got to pitch a round of horseshoes.

With a wave Oggie leaves Jokhas and heads towards the sound of the bellowing voice responding with his own ringing yell of “I’ll take on that challenge! We playin' cancel or count all?

Spoiler:
I actually used to pitch horse shoes way way back in the day. It is a sport almost guaranteed to leave you dusty.

Scarab Sages

Male Human Sorcerer-8

Drezi smiles to Jokhas "Friend, that is a fantastic idea!"
Finally, a game worth playing. If I win, I get a dessert and a pretty naive farm girl to smile at every one of my words hoping I take her away to settle down. Oh sweet attention, here I come!
Drezi heads to the auction with Jokhas, a grin on his face and a skip in his step.
"Sweet treats, you will be ours! and maybe we will have some cake too. Drezi laughs.
I like this Jhokas, he knows how to have a good time. This Razmiran faith may well be worth exploring.

Sovereign Court

Female Chinese Graphic Designer 3/ Gamemaster 3

Summary of events thus far: the two woodsmen disappear into some bushes. Everyone else attracts crowds of children and/or love struck men (which are pretty similar in some ways!) :-P

The Box Social
As you make your way over to the side of the tent not occupied by Asharii and her admirers, you come to a long covered table, with set with seven beautifully decorated boxes. Behind each box stands a pretty maiden, some blushing at the attention, others batting their eyelashes outrageously. A matronly woman, the same that called out the event, stands in front with a box filled with wax pencils and slips of paper.

"Alright, gentlemen, settle down. We have some visitors today in the crowd, so I'll run down the event for everyone's benefit. These are Kailah's lovely bridesmaids, and they have worked their little tushes off to help raise their friend a dowry. The baked good will go to the highest bidder, and you will get to enjoy it in the company of the young lady who baked it. In proper setting mind you, so no ideas young Mr. Bradley and Miss Lena, I'm watching you. Ahem. This WILLl be an orderly auction. No pushing, cheating, cat calling,or disorderly conduct will be tolerated. Fill out your bid on a piece of paper and place it in front of the box please. Yes, very good, let's get started."

The Seven Bridesmaids:
Lena: A pretty brunette with a freckled nose who seems to be spending most of her time making eyes at the aforementioned Bradley. When the matron isn't looking in her direction, she blows kisses his way. She has baked a lemon tart, decorated with candied violets. He starts her bidding at 3 silver.
Oparal: The only half elf of the group, she wears a beautiful high collared green dress, which match her eyes perfectly. While not the most beautiful of the girls, she has a mysterious demure smile that garners much admiration. She has baked a round cake that is crusted with nuts on top. The first bid for her cake is at 2sp.
Belle: Red eyes and a sniffle make this otherwise lovely redhead a sad sight. There is a half-collapsed half-burned apple pie in front of her. She dabs at her eyes occasionally. There is as of yet no bids for her pie.
Tara Rose: The younger of the two raven haired sisters smiles charismatically at the young men. She chats with all of her bidders animatedly, thanking each one. She also takes every opportunity to squeeze her sister's hand encouragingly. She has a white chocolate and buttercream cake in front of her with little icing flowers. Her bids have reached 3 silver.
Sara Lynn: The older of the two sisters spends most of her time trying to hide behind her cake or her sister. She blushes and stammers whenever anyone compliments her cake. The gorgeous two tier chocolate raspberry dessert is decorated with exquisite handiwork and handcrafted chocolates. Her bids rapidly rise to 5 silver.
Lumi: All smiles, the blue haired gnome has to stand on top of a crate to see over her cake. She has a humble honeyed pumpkin bread, but she seems very proud of it. Her bids started at 2 silver, but a white haired gnome pushes his way to her cake and brings the bid up to 4 silver. Lumi smiles weakly at him, but as he walks away her expression turns very anxious.
Moira: The last of the bridesmaids draws quite a bit of attention from the young men of the crowd. Her dress's low neckline and her sultry glaces, combined with her striking features and golden hair make her the most sought after bridesmaid. Her bids quickly become 6 silver, with many young men glaring at each other hotly.

Paizo Employee

Male Human Miracle-Worker of Razmir 7

Beaming at the energy that pervades this lively event, Jokhas turns to Drezi and lightly elbows him while motioning with a hand at the proceedings. "So many delectables and each one sweeter than the last. 'To the best, the first pick of the spoils,'" he quotes, "and I can't imagine they've seen a better man."

With a friendly push, Jokhas sends Drezi towards the boxes, giving the priest a chance to survey the event from a distance. He raises his hands slightly in supplication with index and middle fingers extended together, murmurs a prayer for insight, brushes the two fingers across the eyes of the mask at his belt and holds them off to his right side.

"What do you think?" he whispers to nobody in particular. "Who shall know the blessings of Razmir this day?"

Dice Rolls for Nani:

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
1d20 + 26 ⇒ (3) + 26 = 29
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
1d20 + 18 ⇒ (5) + 18 = 23

Scarab Sages

Male Human Sorcerer-8

Drezi stumbles over dramatically towards the brides mades and looks and turns back towards Jokhas. "Ha! Jokhas, I see how it is, you push me forward to do the work while you stand back and watch the show" Drezi smiles big, snatches off his hat, take a deep, dramatic bow towards Jokhas and whips himself back up to standing, then gently placing his feathered hat upon his head. "Well, if it is a show you want, a show you will get

Drezi strides to the maidens' table and stops at Lena's box.

"Oh sweet and lovely Lena my name is Drezi Varian and I would be overjoyed to outbid all the eligible men at this party to spend more time to get to know you but unfortunately..." Drezi walks up to Bradley and hands him a platinum coin "...I'm allergic to lemon." Drezi smiles and winks to the young man "Go get her." Diplomacy 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19 and bluff if you need it 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

Drezi strides to the next maiden. "Hello, sweet thing, I would love to taste your round cake" He bows down and smiles devilishly and whispers into her ear..."the dessert would be nice too" Drezi puffs up with pride at his cleverness of using the same joke twice. He writes a 5sp bid on the paper. Diplomacy 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (19) + 18 = 37

Drezi walks to the next maiden.

"ooh Belle!"
Drezi looks down to the unfortunate pie and gasps with surprise. "This pie is burned!"...Drezi pauses for affect as the girl is probably shocked and horrified by this reaction. Drezi smiles Do not fret! A gloriously beautiful woman of passion with a firey soul would set the world on fire with a single touch, as she would set the heart on fire of a lucky man someday. I must have this pie!" Drezi gestures to the crowd. "Any man is a fool who wouldn't want it!" Drezi puts a 2gp bid on the paper and places it in the box. Diplomacy to try to get people to bid 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21

Drezi pauses at the twins.

Drezi politely smiles and places a 6sp bid in each of the twin's boxes. Twins are a bad omen, I shall not speak to them. Drezi traces Pharasma's spiral on his chest and says a gypsy prayer in his head to ward off evil.

Drezi approaches the anxious gnome (Lumi) and bows down, down, down to her and whisper's in her ear. "Is everything ok? You seem troubled by that man."


Catching up on some previous stuff...will get back to the box social next

At the Horseshore Pit
Halak is now mostly alone at the pit, shuffling his feet and picking up any stray rocks he sees in the dirt.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
He occasionally looks mournfully towards the woods, where he can just make out the hindquarters and tail of Shanks. When Oggie shows up he brightens considerably. ”You here for horseshoes? Halak organize big tournament to honor Elyin.” *crickets*
”Uh. Okay. So maybe not going so well. Can’t have tournament with no people. People all go to cake…thing. Valorian on watch. Very important job. Foresthawks all talky to Elyin. No one here to honor marriage ceremony. Me not know why. In my land, all marriage ceremony have big competition so many babies born strong.” The big painted half-orc looks crestfallen, and genuinely baffled as to why no one is here.

At the Chapel
Apart from the boisterous crowd sits a well-shaded stone structure surrounded by rosebushes. A pair of wooden
doors carved with chasings of amorous satyrs and nymphs leads inside. The main altar portrays a life-sized statue of a beautiful woman with a songbird perched upon her outstretched hand. The chapel looks as if it is fairly new.

In the chapel’s adjoining chamber, a solarium filters sunlight through an expensive stained-glass ceiling. Currently, the room also has a collection point for wedding gifts intended for Elyin and Kailah. Goods ranging from
exotic pottery to handcrafted leather goods and decorative blankets lie among the colorfully wrapped packages.

Inside, the only person is a Taldan woman in a long lavender gown. She flits about the chapel nervously, checking candles, fluffing flower arrangements, and looking over the big book on her lectern. “Let’s see, Verse 27… followed by the Hymn of the Nightingale? Oh, my! Oh, hello. You startled me, I didn’t hear you come in.” She jumps when she notices Swift Wind, but then composes herself and get a good look at him. “You must be one of those newcomers I heard about. I’m Viviana Albercroft, the new chaplain here. Not that the ‘new’ means much to you, of course.”


At the Box Social
Drezi’s flamboyancy attracts a great deal of attention from the crowds, and the ladies. Lena looks concerned at first when Drezi approaches her. When he hands over the platinum coin to Bradley, she breaks out into a great smile. Bradley looks stunned at the coin in his hand for a moment, while his buddies thump him enthusiastically on the back and cheer for him. The matron coughs and looks severely down her nose at them to bring order. She sighs a little when Bradley happily writes in his bid.

Oparal doesn’t blush at Drezi’s words, but merely continues to smile in that secretive way, her lips curving upwards but staying closed. She gazes at him through her long lowered lashes, the very picture of enigmatic femininity. Drezi is followed by a cheerful looking Ulfen lad who raises the bid to 6sp. Immediately after, an tall older gentleman, dressed well in a tailored coat, lays down a bid of 1 gold.

Belle does indeed look aghast at Drezi’s bold proclamation, and for a moment looks as if she is going to burst into tears. When he makes his second statement, she looks confused for a moment, unsure of what is going on, but then hesitantly breaks into a smile. A group of young men shuffle their feet guiltily, but then a thin scholarly looking one moves up to lay down a bid of 4 silver.

Tara Rose grins at Drezi and dips into a little curtsy. She continues to flounce winningly at the bidders. One of the archers wearing a feather charm (seen earlier with Elyin), smiles at her attentions and brings her bid to 8sp.

Sara Lynn continues to try and make herself as unobtrusive as possible, but gazes at Drezi perceptively when he makes his sign. Shortly thereafter, the gentleman in the tailored coat comes to her and examines her cake. ”I’ve heard your chocolates are the best on this side of the Sellen!” he says as he increases her bid to 1gp also. ”Thank you, Mr. Arnelion.”

Lumi looks up at Drezi’s inquiry, and blushes a little. “No, it’s fine. Tenzekil is just…very interested in me.”

Beside Drezi, a ponderously girthed man stops in front of Moira. He tips his hat to her politely, and puts down a bid for 9sp.

Sense Motive DC 10:
After the congratulations to Bradley, the other men look at Drezi nervously, and some begin searching their pockets. There is a sigh of relief when his bid on Oparal is substantially smaller. The matron aggrieved sigh at Bradley is quite clear. She seems to have resigned herself to spending the rest of the wedding poking in bushes for the amorous couple. You sense that Belle is quite relieved that her pie was not a complete disaster, but she spends a good deal of time trying to work out what exactly he said. Lumi is a great deal more nervous about Tenzekil than she lets on…having him go after her cakes is probably a routine event. There is a groan of disappointment when the large man picks out Moira. The collective mood is that she is a foregone conclusion.

Sense Motive DC 20:
You also notice that for all of her stern glances, the matron seems secretly pleased at the events surrounding Bradley and Lena. You get the feeling that she is probably the local unofficial matchmaker, and that she had a hand in their relationship. You get the sense that Oparal, for all of her demure posturing, is no innocent maiden. Though neither the prettiest nor the best baker, she is confident that she can apply her feminine wiles to drive her price up. The older gentleman, Arnelion, seems like he is one of the wealthier bidders. However, he seems to be mostly interested in using the auction to give to the bride and perhaps enjoy a piece of desert, and would be pretty pleased as long as someone benefitted. The young Ulfen man seems interested in continuing the bids as well, pretty enamored with the aforesaid Oparal. Tenzekil, the white haired gnome, glares at Drezi when he stops to talk to Lumi. Lastly, the large man standing near Moira seems to have heavy pockets as well as an air of determination. Whispers in the crowds label him as Ulfas Blust, the local logging magnate. You get the general sense that many of the young men would like to see him taken down a notch, but none could match his resources.

Scarab Sages

Male Human Sorcerer-8

Sense motive:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Drezi looks at Lumi, reads her eyes and places a 1gp bid on the paper. He then looks to Tenzekil and smiles and tips his hat. Drezi looks back to the crowd (who he cares about a lot more than the individual girls.) yes!
"So many delicious desserts to be had today! and this is the gloriously lovely Moira. You must be a goddess as you have attracted many worshipers." He looks to the boys. Maybe the worshipers should pool there tithes to make sure sure this lovely creature is honored and worshiped rather than owned."

clarification for Nani:
[ooc]I wanted to make sure I wrote this clear. Trying to convince the boys through innuendo to pool their resources to outbid Ulfas rather than bid individually. Here is a bluff check and a diplomacy check, do with me as you will. :) bluff for innuendo:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23 Diplomacy:1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32

Drezi spins back to Belle and looks to the thin scholarly man. "You, my friend are the smartest of all, you know a prize when you see it!" Drezi waves his finger in a tut tut motion at the guilty boys and gives them a disapproving look.

Drezi continues to work back and forth between the girls, keeping an eye on the events he has set in motion.

Shadow Lodge

Male Human (Mixed ancestry) Bard 7
Hallak said / wrote:

”You here for horseshoes? Halak organize big tournament to honor Elyin.”

”Uh. Okay. So maybe not going so well. Can’t have tournament with no people. People all go to cake…thing. Valorian on watch. Very important job. Foresthawks all talky to Elyin. No one here to honor marriage ceremony. Me not know why. In my land, all marriage ceremony have big competition so many babies born strong.”

Oggie squares himself off, face to face with the powerful blacksmith and looks him square in the eyes, obviously taking this very seriously.

Heck yeah, I’ll take you on. But if we’re gonna be playin’ to honor this marriage then we gotta play ‘cancel’. ‘Count all’ just leads to fast games without real competition."

"If it’s only gonna be only us lets pitch us a game that will be talked of for years to come. Let’s make the field ring with the clanging of the shoes and maybe in this challenge we could bring more honor than swarms of lesser players."

"What do you say?

Oggie holds out his hand to clasp forearms with the painted half-orc, “You up for this?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Horseshoe term explanation:
In horseshoes there are 2 methods of play:
‘Cancel’ where only one player can earn points in a round . In this method the player with the most points subtracts the point total of the other player before adding it to their score.
‘Count all’ where both players can score in a round and all points are counted to each players score. It does tend to lead to faster games since the scores mount up more rapidly.

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Female Tiefling Magus 7

Drawn to the Social Box by the matron's call, Asharii makes a late arrival with Revas Benwold and Marcus Arnelion at her left and right side respectively. She has taken time to cater to their vanity and pride complementing them on their handsomeness and wit. The company and the cider have awakened her playful side, and while she has made no explicit promises to either man the air is thick with innuendo.

Asharii observes the Social Box auction for a few minutes from behind the gathered crowd.

Moira looks absolutely delicious, what a shame I cannot see what cake she has backed.

"What a wonderful treat" Asharii says to the gentlemen at her side pointing in the direction of Moira's cake I would do absolutely anything - anything! If I could just sink my teeth into that morsel... she continues seductively Bluff:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17.

Asharii looks at Moira and then at her own escorts and makes a discrete gasp for breath while she tugs down at her corset to relieve the pressure on her chest.

I hope it's a cherry tart.

A light and feminine chuckle cannot be held back by Asharri at the ambiguity of that last thought.

Asharii is attempting to seduce her two escorts which is why a Bluff check was made - she is not actually trying to deceive them.

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Drezi notices Asharii's approach.
It is amazing that I am more comfortable around that devil of a woman than I am among those twins. Drezi let's his eyes skim over the two raven haired twins, a shiver goes up his spine. His finger unconsciously traces a small spiral in the air and he goes back to cheering the crowd and attempting to encourage more bidding on all the entries.

He keeps one eye to Lumi's entry to make sure to outbid Tenzekil if he comes back. I will not be beat by any man that glares at me like that let alone a white haired gnome.

Drezi looks to the other girls to see if he can read anything from their looks to him.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

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Male Human Miracle-Worker of Razmir 7

After watching the action for a few moments and giving Drezi a solid opportunity to impress the locals, Jokhas pulls a small purse from his bag, gives it an experimental shake to confirm its contents, and then lets it drop. The bag does not even reach the ground before disappearing silently in mid-air. He then begins weaving through the crowd to speak with the participants.

A most gracious gesture with the young lovers, Drezi He gives the two some space while closing in on the young Ulfen man. Placing a hand on the lad's shoulder, Jokhas murmurs, "Your goals are admirable, and she lets on that she knows more than one recipe for an enjoyable afternoon." He presses a gold coin stamped with the mask of Razmir into the young man's hand. "Think of this as investment in your happiness."

Diplomacy to avoid offending his pride or other sensibilities 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

Jokhas steps back and works his way towards the crowd of Moira-enthusiasts. "As this man says," he cajoles as Drezi spins to admonish Belle's crowd. "It need not be the one who has risen the highest who snatches the most succulent fruit. Have we given up on winning that fair maiden's attention so easily?" He looks at each of the young men in turn, trying to decide whether one is ready to take the challenge or defer to another.

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Male Human (shoanti) Ranger (falconer) 7

Swift Wind doesn't seem surprised when the priest appears, but says, "Uh... yes, I am one of the newcomers. I am... what you would call a Pathfinder. I, uh, am here to bring a wedding gift to the newly weds. You say you're new here? What is it that you do?"

Diplomacy Check: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (6) - 2 = 4
Swift seems extremely awkward when speaking with the woman.


Horseshoe Pit
Halak looks pretty fired up at Oggie's suggestion, but then looks around confusedly. "But there still no people. Also, uh, if you want grand competition with just one, maybe me not best choice. Not really win horseshoes often. You know lots more 'bout horseshoes." Halak seems sort of awed by Oggie's passionate speech.

Sense Motive DC 10:
Halak seems quite baffled by Oggie's proposition, but is quite ready to do whatever Oggie suggests. From his prior statements, you sense that it is more important to him to have a crowd and a public rousing competition to celebrate the wedding than winning. You also get the feeling that a competition between just the two of you would result in a very one-sided match.

At the Chapel
Vivianna seems to sense Swift Wind's discomfort and smiles reassuringly. "Well, I'm the priestess of Shelyn. I care for the rose garden and administer wedding rites. I just came here a few months ago from Taldor as the old chaplain had passed away. This is my first wedding ceremony here, and so I just want to make sure everything goes right. The townspepople of Bellis are very welcoming, but a very close community. Was there something I could help you with?"


Box Social
When he gets closer, Drezi can see that Moira's dessert is a simple pound cake, dusted lightly with sugar. (Sorry guys, that was totally an oversight on my part!)

Drezi wrote:
"So many delicious desserts to be had today! and this is the gloriously lovely Moira. You must be a goddess as you have attracted many worshipers." He looks to the boys. "Maybe the worshipers should pool there tithes to make sure sure this lovely creature is honored and worshiped rather than owned."

Ulfas looks a little hurt at Drezi's words. He is standing right beside Drezi when he says this after all. The Matron also looks a little peeved, and says sharply "This box social will remain a civil affair. If you would please refrain from insulting fellow bidders, sir." The young men looking at Moira seem to like Drezi's idea, but then a loud argument breaks out as to who would get to sit with Moira. Voices rise, and the Matron has to stare the group down into submission. Despite Johkas's words, the sullen group does not seem inclined to rise to cooperation.

The young Ulfen brightens considerably at Johkas's gift and accepts it with a grateful smile. He increases his paper bid to 16sp.

The white haired gnome glowers angrily at Drezi, and stomps up to the auction box. He places a slip down for 2gp, which Lumi smiles awkwardly at him at.

Asharii's grinning has led the younger Marcus Arnelion to bid for Moira, a twinkle in his eye. Revas excuses himself to return to serving food. His bid for 13sp is outbid by Ulfas good-naturedly.

Current Bids:
Lena: 100sp, Bradley. Busy making googly eyes at him.
Oparal: 16sp, Ulfen Man.
Belle: 6sp, as another young man places a bid for her ruined pie. She has brightened considerably
Tara Rose: 12sp, held by a man in a red hat.
Sara Lynn: 17sp After some more up and down bidding, the older Arnelion still holds the lead
Lumi: 20sp, Tenzekil
Moira: 15sp, Ulfas Blust

Reading the crowd:

Sense Motive DC 3 Drezi:
Boy, are those women totally into you.

Sense Motive 20:
The rest of the crowd seems to be getting uneasy at Drezi's flamboyant behavior. While amused at first, his careless bidding and outrageous language seems to be raising some hackles among the usually easygoing townspeople. His use of words like "tithe", "owned", and the innuendo are definitely worrying some of the ladies, who were originally quite interested in the handsome stranger. While the mood is still good, you get the feeling that carelessly tossing too much money around, and outbidding everyone for every auction might bring out some small-town resentment.

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Valorian observes the activities at the auction and takes note of the villagers involved trying to identify if any are "good" or "bad" people. This is, of course, an untrained knowledge check.
Knowledge(local): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5


Having never really paid attention to the villagers of Bellis, Valorian can recognize some familiar faces, but does not know the reputations of any of them.

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Male Human (shoanti) Ranger (falconer) 7

"No, I'm just looking around the festival grounds, and was curious about the chapel here. There were a few... things going on outside that I didn't care to partake in." Swift Wind softly coughs for an awkward moment. "I... did spend a moment in the Rose Garden though, it reminded me of my home in the mountains. There were, are, quite a few beautiful flowers that grow in the mountains of Varisia."

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Male Human Sorcerer-8

Drezi gestures grandly to the Matron, "Oh, I mean no offense Matron! I guess I am caught up in the grandness of your festivities and the sweetness offered here. I find myself caught up in the enthusiasm to raising an ample dowry for the friends we have come here to honor."Diplomacy for the matron. 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

Drezi leans over to Ulfas and says quietly, "I hope you weren't offended by my jest. You look like a grand fellow that can handle a little sport. I only mean to jibe and not to jostle, all my time spent on the stage I have become a bit of a jester. I figured your pocket had room to loosen for the bride and groom and only meant some gentle encouragement" Diplomacy for Ulfas1d20 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26 Drezi gives him a gentle nudge with his elbow and winks.

Drezi responds to Tenzekil's glare with a raised eyebrow and raises his bid on Lumi's cake to 5gp. Drezi looks back to the matron, "I relent to your rule m'lady and will stick to one cake from here on out." Drezi pats the table in front of Lumi's box, looks back to Tenzekil, then unleashes his full devilish smile as if to say The game is on, bring it Bluff for the message:1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20.


At the Chapel
"Well, the ceremony will start soon, but I do have a minute," Vivianna says pleasantly. "This chapel is pretty new too, I think they only built it five years ago. Imported the stained glass from Varisia, actually. I'm glad you liked the rose garden. I picked out most of the statues since I've come here."


Drezi's good graces and friendly smile easily smooth over any ruffled feathers he may have left. The mood around the room improves and men chuckle and jostle each other. Even Ulfas dismisses the slight from earlier and returns to his good graces and cheerful smile.

The only one who does not seem at all pleased by Drezi is Tenzekil. His glare turns cold as ice, and he turns in his next slip of paper:15gp. The crowd of onlookers gasp and mutter at this latest development.

"Don't do anything you're going to regret, outsider. You're interfering with something that is none of your business." Tenezil speaks softly, loud enough for Drezi's ears only, but the hostility on his face is clear for all to see.

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Male Human Sorcerer-8

Who is this little #$%^&!? Drezi swallows his anger and squats down low enough to return the message to Tenzekil in an equal tone returning his glare with a smile, his wayfinder at his belt riding up onto his hip in the process. Drezi responds with as much sugary sweetness his Varisian upbringing can muster, "Tenzekil..." Drezi pauses, taps his wayfinder, then sighs out the words in a vicious whisper through the full teeth of his smile, "Haven't you heard? I'm a Pathfinder, it's what we do." Intimidate:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Drezi stands up and casts a bid for 2pp then smiles at the white haired gnome.


Going to give it a little bit to give others a chance to respond. Until then:

Knowledge (local) or (nature) DC 15:
You are able to identify Tenzezil as an unusual kind of gnome: a Bleachling. Gnomes who lose their zeal for life suffer from a condition called bleaching, where they lose their bright coloration in their hair and eyes. Most do not survive, but a small few come out of the experience much changed.

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Oggie scans the crowd to see if if he can sense if there is any interest in the game or if it is just Halak scaring people off

Dice Rolls:

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20


Oggie, Halak has scared away all of the crowd, but there weren't all that many to begin with. Right now the closest crowd is some distance away. You suspect, being a Fine reader of crowds, that drawing competitors may draw a crowd, or vice versa. Getting a crowd may require a little bit of sweet talking. However, finding a worthy adversary may be the fastest way to get your competition underway.

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Female Tiefling Magus 7

Revas' departure goes largely unnotied by Asharii.

"Pound cake!?" Asharii looks terribly disappointed. "I was hoping for something a little more... sinful" Asharii looks with yearning at Moira and purrs softly only for Marcus to hear. "We must have her, Marcus, regardless of her paltry housekeeping skills. If you can outbid Ulfas I assure you you will have a night like none other you will ever experience." If Asharii's intentions are not clear enough for young Marcus, Asharri's soft hand stroking his back under his shirt hammer the point through.
Bluff (seduction)1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Damn!


Spurred by exotic tiefling. Marcus steps up to Moira with a devilish grin on his face. He and Ulfas have a quiet but determined bidding war, driving the price up to 5gp 7sp, with Marcus in the lead. Finally, after a long intense moment, Ulfas breaks out into a laugh. "Very well boy, you win. Be careful though, you might have bitten off more than you can handle!" He gives a meaningful look over at Asharii and gives the younger man a broad wink. He grabs his slip of paper with his last bid (4gp 8sp) and plops it in front of Belle, who squeaks in surprise. "For the happiness of the Bride!" he exclaims. Moira simply flutters her eyelashes at both Marcus and Asharii.

Most of the other bids are winding down. The young Ulfen man, who still hold the winning bid on Oparal, takes the time to gushingly introduce himself to Johkas. "Gunnar Johannessen, sir, and a pleasure it is. I thank ye kindly for yer kindliness. Girl like Oparal would never take a second look at me if it weren't for you."

Next to Drezi, Tenzekil has given up at any pretense of politeness. He angrily writes "3 PLATINUM" on his slip of paper and slams it into the box. Lumi, who has been doing her best to stand unobtrusively behind the table, starts saying softly, "Look, ge-ge-gentelmen, I-I really don't want this to be a-a-a..." "You don't want to do this, Pathfinder. Walk away."says Tenzekil, ignoring Lumi's protests. A hush has grown in the area at the unprecedented large bid (an amount more than many of these villagers have ever seen in one place [If I recall correctly, a gold piece is worth roughly $20]). There are a few cries of "Hey Tenzekil, take it easy!" and "Hey rich adventurer guy, take him on!" but mostly there is a heavy tension in the air from the bystanders. Even the matron has decided not to interfere, also transfixed by the drama. The gnome, and the crowd, stares at Drezi, waiting for his next move.

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Female Tiefling Magus 7

Asharii offers Ulfas a quick curtsy and a merry smile.
She grabs Marcus by the arm; lips and eyes smiling in harmony. "Now, I believe it is time for the three of us to have some fun" she says giving Moira an inviting look.
"Lets get another glass of cider."

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Male Human Sorcerer-8

Drezi leans back into the table, looks to the crowd, looks to Tenzekil, clears and throat and coats his face with a look of calm decorum,

Drezi breaths, closes his eyes for a second, opens them, and let's out the following words,
"People of Bellis, I don't wish to bring anything unpleasant to these festivities. This wedding is a place of celebration and is not the place for battle, whether the battle be of words, exchange of gold, or anything else. We adventurers come here to honor our friend pathfinder Elyin in his and his soon to be bride Kailah's time of celebration and that is what I intend to do right now."

Drezi pauses, looks to the table and picks up the paper and writing implement and quickly jots a number down, the look of calm decorum still on his face, then looks up, scans the crowd, looks to Tenzekil and let's his most fiendish smile let loose holding the piece of paper to his breast.

"Now I wouldn't even call it a battle if the opposing size doesn't even stand a chance...I wouldn't even call it a game. But this isn't about winning or losing, this is for the bride and groom!" Drezi holds the slip with the 10PP bid in the air triumphantly and slips it into the box with a flourish.
"For Elyin and Kailah! May the fruits of my adventures do more good then filling my pocket!"
Drezi looks to Tenzekil, raises an eyebrow, and waits for a response.


for Nani:
According to my notes I have sunk 113.7GP into this auction. Please let me know if I got the math wrong so I can note it correctly on my chronicle. I am not sure if the bidding was cumulative or only to the winner.

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Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Valorian is concerned over the activities at the auction. He is paying particular attention to the action between Drezi and Tenzekil. He slowly draws his bow and nocks an arrow, just in case, shifting in the tree to get a clear shot.
Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33

He whistles quietly for shanks to be alert (guard).
Handle Animal: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

"Hrmmm, appears Drezi is making new friends. For his sake, I hope that gnome does not draw a hidden weapon. I'm really not looking forward to explaining to the Sheriff why I shot a villager...again"

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Male Human Miracle-Worker of Razmir 7

"My pleasure, Master Johannessen. Handle yourself properly, and I'm certain the lovely Oparal will pay you a third, fourth, and fifth glance in days to come." Slipping a hand on Gunnar's shoulder, Jokhas continues in a lower voice. "One such as she may not be impressed by a pastry purchase alone. If you desire, I can call upon my patron's blessings to make your first impression all the more potent."

Diplomacy to express a sense of "c'mon...imagine how impressed she'll be" 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (7) + 13 = 20

Jokhas is briefly distracted by the burgeoning altercation between the diminutive gnome and the larger-than-life Varisian, but he turns his head back to the young Ulfen, claps him once on the shoulder, and says, "Think on it, friend."

Now to be an ambassador of courtesy in Razmir's name

Jokhas walks up to Sara Lynn's station and inclines his head in a straight-backed bow before inspecting her work. "Truly a marvelous creation," he remarks as his eyes shift up to meet hers. "So too is the dessert a masterpiece. I would be privileged to spend the afternoon with either, but both would be a blessing I cannot pass up. With respect, Mr. Arnelion," he says while filling out a slip of paper, "I must offer a higher bid." He submits his bid for 20 pieces of silver.

Diplomacy to offer his compliments and bid with courtesy and respect 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17


Tenzekil's face turns red with rage, and he turns to Drezi and the entire crowd, speaking in a low shaking voice,"Rejoice. Rejoice all you like. Enjoy your happy little time together. I hope you choke on that disgusting lump of dough. And you," he whirls to turn on Lumi, "I guess no matter what I do it's not good enough. Someday you too will feel the creep of the bleaching, and all of your life and vibrance will leech away, leaving you nothing, NOTHING but an empty shell. When you wither to dust, I will be there, Lumi, laughing at your plight." Tenzekil takes a golden ring out of his pocket, and throws it at Lumi. He turns on his heel and marches out of the tent, the crowd of people completely shocked into silence part to let him go.

Drezi feels a soft pat on his hand. Lumi looks up at him with big sorrowful eyes. "He hasn't been the same since his bleaching started two years ago. I hope you can forgive him for his behavior."

The Matron hurriedly puts an end to the Box Social, though most of the bids had been finalized regardless. She glares at Bradley and Lena and warns them to stay in public places. The older Arnelion looks only mildly disappointed at his lack of dessert, but quickly recovers and steps smartly towards the dancing area. "There's picnic tables, plenty of grass, and benches in the rose garden." says the Matron as she collects the coins from the winners.

Sara Lynn steps out from behind the table, her glorious chocolate confection in her hands. She peeks out at Johkas shyly from behind the cake, but seems to be observing him carefully.

Moira sways her hips as she walks out with her wrapped poundcake, and she arches an eyebrow delicately at the pair who won the bid, pouting a little. "Oh. I see you already have a lady friend, Marcus. Should I just leave the cake here for you two?"She looks Asharii up and down appraisingly, trying to decide if she is a rival.

Drezi: You only owe the winning bid, just like eBay :)

Valorian: You tense when Tenzekil reaches inside his coat, but then you realize it's only a trinket. By the way, where are you positioned currently? For some reason in my mind you were still near the horseshoe pit. Not like anyone sees you anyway. Well, maybe Swift Wind would :-P


Well, actually, I guess it's only 120feet from the top of the map to the bottom. While suffering from quite a bit of cover, you do have the height advantage, so you probably can still just see and hear into the openings of the tent to get an idea of the activities within. Probably would be a darned tough shot though :-) Again, if you're standing where I think you're standing. Please correct me if I'm wrong!

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Male Human (Mixed ancestry) Bard 7

Oggie rubs his hands together and looking out over the wedding mutters loud enough for Halak to hear, "Well then, let's see if we can get us more competitors."

Oggie walks to the pit and grabs a horseshoe.

Making a few brief gestures the horseshoe begins to sparkle and catch the light.
Casting Prestidigitation to make the shoe glint and gleam

Oggie strides 20 feet away from the horseshoe pit towards the crowd. He takes a deep breath before tossing the horseshoe up in the air so that it shines spinning in the sun.

His voice carries loud, strong and compelling across distance,

"Horseshoes is a game that reaches back thousands of years into the past."

Oggie catches the horseshoe and throws it back up high and sparkling into the air. His eyes continually track the shoe.

"Horseshoes ain't a game of the idle rich."

Catch. Throw.

"Horseshoes ain't a game of monarchs."

Catch. Throw.

"Horseshoes ain't a game of the oppressor."

Catch. Oggie's eyes focus directly on the crowd.

"Horseshoes is a game played by free people. People who love their ideals, their county and their neighbors."

Gesturing with the shining shoe Oggie continues.

"Before the flame of freedom began to burn in Andor, there was horseshoes."

"Before Aroden raised Abasalom, there was horseshoes."

"Before the start of this age, there was horseshoes."

"It is a simple game played in honest competition. I ain't from around here and not one of you know me but since we are all here to honor the bride and groom, I propose the following. For each of you that is willin' to pitch a round of horseshoes in honest clean competition I will donate a silver in their name to the dowry of the bride. Whichever one of you scores the highest I will give a gold piece to.

Oggie grins gestures back towards the pit, "I also understand that fierce proud Halak here has said there is even a prize for the winner."

"So you, the fierce proud people of Andor that inspire the world, I ask you are you up for a game?"

Oggie throws the shoe at the stake,

Dice rolls and intent:

Diplomacy to gather attention to the game and invite all to play in honest and friendly competition.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23

Perform (Oratory) to put on a good show and capture the attention of the audience with the clear message that this is all for the bride and groom.

Perform (Oratory): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

To show off just a little but not so much that it scares people off.

Perform Ranged Attack to hit the stake: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

I am aiming more the likeable rogue who is just one of the folks vs. any hint of superiority.[/ooc]

The shining horseshoe sails through the air to clang musically against the stake. Spinning as it falls to the ground a short distance away. Not a ringer but still a good throw.

Oggie's open grin breaks forth like the sun from behind clouds inviting all to the game.

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Male Human (shoanti) Ranger (falconer) 7

"Oh this is quite a beautiful piece of work here, I imagine that it..." Swift stops speaking as he starts to hear a commotion outside. "Hm, I guess I might want to see what is going on outside. Thank you for the tour. Oh and yes, my name is Swift Wind. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully at the ceremony."

At this Swift heads outside to see what is going on and quickly notices that there isn't any combat ongoing. However moments after he exits the church Oggie began his speach, which Swift Wind listens to intently. Horseshoes? What kind of game do you play with the bottom of a horses hoof? Maybe I could teach Oggie some of tribe's games if I play this horseshoes with him.

Swift Wind walks over to Oggie and nods at him. "I'll try out this horseshoes game of which you speak. How does one play it?"

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Valorian is in the trees just below the "E" in the map heading. Straight west of the horseshoe pit. He is roughly 100 feet to the tent with no visible obstructions to the auction other than people. With his feat combos, he should have an excellent chance to hit. Sniping is afterall his schtick.

"Unbelievable. This horseshoe match is never going to get off the ground. Between Oggie's honeyed words and now Swift Wind's lack of experience, I expect this will be a one-sided affair. And in the end, Halak may be left looking like the idiot he is. Sigh."

Appearing as if from nowhere, Valorian struts toward the horseshoe pit, his bow stowed and Shanks in tow. In a bold and boisterous voice...
"I have heard much banter about this horseshoe competition, yet I see no challengers to the reining champion."

Valorian is directing his comments towards the villagers, but turns to his companions.
"Swift Wind, forgive me for interceding, but I shall accept Oggie's challenge." louder "I only hope more will chose to test their skill. Perhaps everyone is afraid of ol' Valorian."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Bluff: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17
He is tring to goad some of the villagers to participate, but laying it on waaay too thick.

In a hushed voice towards Swift Wind...
"Watch a game to learn the rules. Feel free to jump in afterwards."

Valorian grabs some shoes and walks to the other end of the pit.
"Rules dictate the challenger throws first, my friend. I shall wait for you to prepare."

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Male Human (shoanti) Ranger (falconer) 7
Valorian Stutgardt wrote:

In a hushed voice towards Swift Wind...

"Watch a game to learn the rules. Feel free to jump in afterwards."

In an equally hushed voice, "I defer to your wisdom then, woodsman. I shall watch and begin in the next round." With a nod Swift Wind takes a step back.


Folks come streaming out of the Feast Tent, talking and gossiping about the developments within. You suspect that this wedding will make it into the annals of Bellis gossip for years to come. Oggie, clear across the other end of the Wedding Grounds, makes his bold proclamation. Young men nudge each other and slap each other on the back. Some look eager to regain some pride or impress the ladies after the events of the Box Social, or perhaps have a chance to take on one of the merry band of newcomers. The group of people migrates towards the horseshoe pit, compelled by Oggie’s persuasive words and flashy performance. Several men come up and start rolling up their sleeves and eyeing the competition.

Halak stares transfixed by Oggie’s words, and then is beside himself when people begin showing up. As happy as a puppy, he begins to hand out horseshoes to the competitors. He does nudge (or rather, roughly prod) Oggie when he has a chance. ”Uh, talky man. You don’t need to put up prize. Halak have big prize. Not small like yours. It ok, nice try. You do the talking, I stick to prizing, ok?“ The half-orc pats Oggie kindly.

”How ‘bout we do one quick preli-, prelimry, uh, first round! Everybody who want to try, pitch three horseshoes. Then we do cancel like Talky Man says. Here, I show you!” In his excitement, Halak completely ignores Valorian’s suggestion. He stands in the horseshoe pit, 30 feet away from the iron stob, and lobs his three horseshoes.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 111d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

His first two throws miss terribly, but his third lands close to the stob, a few inches away. ”See? Not as easy as it looks! Who next?”

The Rules:

The ever popular game of horseshoes entertains citizens from all walks of life in Bellis. Both competitors receive three horseshoes to pitch, scoring points if they land within six inches of an iron stob approximately 30 feet away. The first thrower to reach 15 points wins the match. Throwers determine whose horseshoes come closest by making ranged attacks against AC 20. Treat a horseshoe as a simple ranged weapon with a range increment of 30. Feats like point blank shot apply as per normal. A “ringer” results on a critical hit (usually a natural 20) and awards 3 points. For the purposes of the game, however, a thrower increases his horseshoe's critical threat range by his Dex modifier. Thus, a thrower with a +1 Dex modifier may score a “ringer” on a natural roll of 19-20, and so on.
If no “ringers” are scored, the thrower with the overall highest result hitting AC 15 has the closest horseshoe to the stob, which awards them 1 point. A thrower may score points with multiple horseshoes if each of them come closer to the stob than his opponent's (i.e., multiple attack rolls hit AC 15 and exceed all of the opponent's results). Identical results from differing opponents cancel each other, awarding no points for those particular horseshoes. Once all points are tallied from each of the thrower's three horseshoes, the next round begins.

For now, let’s have every potential competitor just pitch three, and see what the playing field looks like :-) It also would be a bit faster than having an entire single elimination bracket! As a note, you can do multiple dice rolls in the same dice expression aka 1d20+6; 1d20+6; 1d20+6.

Grand Lodge

Male Human (shoanti) Ranger (falconer) 7

Swift Wind looks over to Valorian after being handed three horseshoes and shrugs. "I guess I can try it out and see how I do."

Going to roll twice per throw, second is the critical confirmation, even if it doesn't threat. Hopefully should speed it up a little. With +3 dex I have a threat range of 17-20.

Throw #1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 251d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
Throw #2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 271d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Throw #3: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 111d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11


Haha, didn't even think about it. No need to confirm crits. Otherwise it would be a 1 in 400 chance for an average human being to get a ringer. Although I'm pretty sure it would be about that for me and my negative dex! To be entirely honest, I have no idea how hard it is, having never done it. But it's probably harder than 1 in 20, easier than 1 in 400. In the interest of an expedient game however, I will go with auto-crits. It's like they are blessed horseshoes against evil stobs!

Scarab Sages

Male Human Sorcerer-8

Drezi looks into Lumi's sorrowful eyes. "Bleaching? I am not familiar with that" Drezi is cut off by the commotion heading towards the horseshoe pit and Oggie's speach. He looks away and when he looks back to Lumi he sees the thing Tenzekil threw. He reaches down to the ground and picks up the (I assume small) ring, looks at it for a moment than back to Lumi. aw, something bigger is going on here. Drezi hands Lumi the ring.
"Lumi, I fear I have stumbled into a quite complicated and obviously upsetting situation for you. I don't want this time of joy to turn into a time of sadness on account of my bafoonery stirring up such troubles. Shall we find a quiet place to enjoy your cake and chat? You seem quite proud of this cake and I can't wait to try it, I have never had cake that cost more than a horse! and you may not believe it but while talking I actually pause to listen....sometimes." Drezi laughs, looks to Lumi, smiles and offers her his hand.

Die rolls:


Diplomacy to win favor with Lumi 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (20) + 18 = 38
Perform (Comedy) for Drezi's jokes 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11


Shadow Lodge

Male Human (Mixed ancestry) Bard 7
Halak wrote:
Uh, talky man. You don’t need to put up prize. Halak have big prize. Not small like yours. It ok, nice try. You do the talking, I stick to prizing, ok?“ The half-orc pats Oggie kindly.

Oggie looks Halak square in the eyes as he responds. "I hear you Halak. But I went and said it so it's what I'm gonna do. Just think of it as more prizes and honor for the bride and groom."

roll:
Oggie wants to convey to Halak that more prizes is an ok thing
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17

Oggie listens to Halak explain the rules and shakes his head. "Well maybe the version they play in Galt is different but I'll give this one a shot."

Stepping into the pit, Oggie is a picture of concentration as he pitches his 3 shoes.

rolls:

Throw 1: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Throw 2: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Throw 3: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (10) + 11 = 21

Oggie gives a sheepish grin at his throws and steps aside for the next contestant.


Male

Asharii smiles warmly at Moira "Marcus and I are... special friends. We will have a day like none other, my dear, the three of us. she puts Marcus' arm around Moira's shoulder. "Have you tasted the cider? I loath to admit it, but Chelish wine does not have anything on Andoren cider.
Confident that Moira feels secure with Marcus at her side, Asharii takes her hand and with a soft laughter leads her new friends out of the Social Box pavillion. She picks up the pace and guides them to where ever she last saw cider being served. "Hurry! We can have the serving area to our selves while the mob is distracted by the contest. Aharii laughs genuinely eccited at how events have unfolded this afternoon.

For Nani:
Aharii has a mind to dance and drink all evening and then set up a romantic night with Marcus, Moira and herself. While Paracountes Zarta Dralneen is her mentor in both arcane and erotic arts Asharii herself is a hedonist and she sees this wedding as an opportunity loose herself in pleasure.

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