Goldmyr's Rise of the Runelords

Game Master Nathan Monson


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September 21st. First Day of Autumn. At dawn, the bells of the new town church ring loud and clear through the town of Sandpoint, in honor of their own consecration. Citizens spring eagerly out of bed and into their finest outing attire. The sun is still low in the sky, shining clear and alone in the uniform blue. Yet, the morning is not hot. Rather, it's comfortably cool for a day of merry making outdoors. That's right. Today is the Swallowtail Festival, the day when the Sandpoint Cathedral becomes an official place of worship in the eyes of the goddess, Desna.

And whether you have arrived previously for this occasion or on other business or even just stumbled into town today, you have come in time to join the festivities. You see the crowds leaving their homes and heading up the large hill to the chapel looking over the town.


Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1

Drus moves along the edges of the stream of townsfolk heading towards the peeling bells, having just arrived in Sandpoint this very dawn and is drawn along by the crowd...among the finery of the townsfolk he does sand out a bit, this hulking figure in battered and travel stained leather, face clearly displaying his half-orc heritage, savage already even without the many twisting scars and the various piercings of bone and metal through his cheeks and down the bridge of his nose...a few folk cast wary glances his way only to be met with a sharp glare of sullen menace which seems to discourage any further interaction

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if nothing else, there may be a few sheep needing fleeced in this flock

this last Drus mutters under his breath, sharp eyes constantly scanning the throng, taking in every detail as he makes his way along with the congregants up the hill towards the peeling bells


Male Human Unchained Rogue 1 (rake, scout) | HP 8/10; AC 16, touch 13, ff 13; F2, R5, W0; Init +5; Perception +4

Read a bit of the player's guide for some of the info here.

"Just a hint of stubble...," Conall remarks has he briefly catches his own reflection in the mirrored signpost welcoming visitors to the coastal community of Sandpoint.

"Welcome to Sandpoint! Please stop to see yourself as we see you!"

Quaint Conall thinks to himself. This place could be just what I need.

The road from Magnimar to Sandpoint had felt like a long one, and he'd walked it almost entirely on foot while serving as a caravan guard, but Conall knew it had been easy going all things considered. He suspected that he was simply being weighed down by regrets of his most recent failure to find any success in the regional racing circuits. It had left him feeling more listless than ever. Thinking that he'd perhaps been pushing himself too hard, Conall had decided to make the journey to Sandpoint and participate a local festival dedicated to the Goddess Desna. And now he had finally arrived.

Damned hungry after all that walking too he thinks. Thing of it is though, I've barely three gold to my name now. I wonder if there won't be any local activities or competitions going on. Maybe I can earn some extra coin so that I can fill my stomach with something better than trail rations.

Emboldened by thoughts of what marvelous sea-side cuisine might await him, Conall steps up his pace a little has he follows the caravan into the town proper. As soon as things are settled, he needs to reclaim the "collateral" he left with the caravan leader before he can see to his stomach; or his curiosity.


Male Human - Varisian Tattooed Sorcerer - 1

"A Festival you say" Ixidor says thoughtfully to his guide, a sturdy trapper by the name if Issac as the two of them enter the town of Sandpoint through it's northern gate"I see that my time in this town might not be as boring as I had thought."
And once I get rid of this fool he thought can see about finding Cyrdak Drokkus and asking him why he has not responded to my letter, if he even got it in the first place He ran his hands through his hair, dusty and unkempt from days on the road and grimaced, Although I must see about minding myself a decent inn first; first impressions are important, and I mustn't let my appearance distract him from my greatness.
"Issac, wasn't it?" Ixidor asked, "Tell me, do you know of any good inns in this town, I think I might be spending some time here."


Male Human Paladin 1

It wasn't yet a moment since he had arrived in Sandpoint and Sigmund found himself delighted. He hadn't even realized a festival honouring Desna was taking place in Sandpoint. The fact that such a festival was taking place with such perfect timing made him feel blessed by his goddess and filled with new purpose in his decision to travel here. Now then... where will I find this Daviren Hosk? he thinks with a glance around the streets crowded with celebrating, joyous people. A smile comes to his lips to see such merriment. The world was a rough place sometimes, and it was always a pleasure to find goodhearted celebration. His glance reveals that everyone is heading for the chapel overlooking town. He decides his other business can wait and begins to follow the crowd, eager to join them in their tribute to Desna.


Female Human Hunter 1
Naele:
HP 11/11 AC 16 T 13 FF 13 Fort +4 Ref+ 5 Will +2 Init +3 Perc+6 Spells 1:2/2

Naele, an average height and somewhat lean woman with untidy auburn shoulder length hair arrives at Sandpoint. Her arrival would bn mostly unnoticed if it wasn't for her cub Misha following her.

Naele ignores the looks of locals, and continues on. Misha however catches scent of various vendors peddling food and starts to get excited.

Hmm better get her something to eat before sh makes too much of a scene

Naele walks in further in search of a fish merchant.


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Thikka, hooded and with her walking stick, follows along curiously to see what's going on. Maybe she can get some coin. With all these idiots, someone is sure to stub something or cut something in the crowd, or get something stepped on. Speaking of which, she makes sure her tail is firmly looped around her waist to avoid being stepped on.

Her progress is easily followed, as her walking stick comes down on toes and shins repeatedly whenever anyone get's close to stepping on or knocking her over. "Watch your foot, fool... That's my tail you moron... Cute kid, put a leash on it... Did you want to keep your toes?"


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Darror paced near the tail end of the crowd, surprised to see so many people cramming the streets of a coastal shanty town. He wasn't trying so much to stay out of sight, just out of the way before someone say the hyena like humanoid and panicked. To calm himself he tapped the 3 glass vials filled with dark red liquid at his belt with his short claws.

'Somewhere is the Fatman's Feedbag...and this Vhiski...' he thought to himself. At the least the scents coming off the ocean breezes were pleasant and if the caravan could stay it wouldn't be as hot and muggy as the other southern Varisian cities.


Ixidor Davar"The Rusty Dragon is the best inn in town," Issac says to Ixidor. "It's owner will be at the festival today."

Darror Glass-ClawYou find the Fatman's Feedbag locked up. A sign says will be back at noon.

The crowds head up the pavilion covered hillside and converge around the Sandpoint Cathedral. A stage has been set up just outside. Three people are talking on the platform, a human woman and two human men. One of the men is armored like the town guard.

The bells stop ringing and the woman walks to the front of the stage. She holds up her hand and the crowd fall silent. Recognizable as the town mayor, Kendra Deverin begins speaking. "Good morning everyone. Thank you all for coming to this Swallowtail Festival. It looks like even the resident workaholic managed to tear himself out of the tannery. Before we begin, I would ask you all for a moment of silence as we remember the people who died in the Late Unpleasantness five years ago. A minute passes. Today we commence in the anointment of our new worshiping place. After five years of fundraising and construction, our efforts have paid off. This new church is a testament to our community's ability to band together and make our home a better place. Today, this festival belongs as much to you as to Lady Desna. Now, I give you over to Sheriff Hemlock."

A dark skinned tribal man in chain armor takes the platform. He speaks in a deep voice that hangs in the air. "I ask you all to take care during the festival today, especially around the bonfire tonight. Make sure you do not drink too much. You do not want to spend your festival day in the jail. Our next speaker, the beneficial Lonjiku Kaijitsu, was not able to be here today..."

This is not a surprise. Lonjiku is well known for his dislike of crowds, festivals, and fun.

"...so I present Cyrdak Drokkus."

A younger man takes the stage. He is dressed in rather gaudy and expensive garments. "Hello and good morning. We have a rather fine crowd today. I hope to see you all tonight in the Sandpoint Theater for my own rendition of the harpies curse, with the lead to be played by Allishandra from Magnimar. Now, let the Swallowtail Festival commence!"

The crowd disperses among the various pavilions to partake in various games and contests.


Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1

Drus listens to the speeches from the edge of the crowd and as the people disperse at the end begins to wander through the crowd, alert, eyes constantly flickering over the townsfolk, watching both for potential threats as he is never at ease as well as potential marks

there could be some fine pickings here, once the drink begins to flow...there may be some coin to be made indeed

moving with a certain grace despite his size, Drus wends his way through the throng, no particular destination in mind, allowing himself a little leisure to take in the sights and sounds of the festival, for once his mind not entirely on "business", finding a bit to his surprise that this small town fair is a welcome change from his recent travails.


Male Human Paladin 1

Sigmund finds himself wandering aimlessly through a myriad of pavilions, looking for anything that may catch his eye. His smile is wide as he passes the many joyous townsfolk and he shares a laugh with a pretty girl who stumbles into him. He wonders if perhaps he may run into Daviren Hosk, though he only has a vague idea what the man looks like.

As he considers his eyes also roam for any possible priests of Desna, eager to speak to a fellow disciple. He notices a suspicious looking half-orc weaving his way through the crowds but decides not to question it. Today was a day for happiness and comradery, not mistrust.


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Thikka finds a space out of the way, but within hearing distance of the the main path of pedestrians. "Healing, reasonable rates." She calls out in several languages, over and over again. Anyone coming up can negotiate an inexpensive healing hex. 1 gold per


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Darror's eyes narrow as he reads the sign and he lets out a guttural growl of annoyance. "Figures." he is about to turn and leave for the outskirts, but then changes his mind, tapping his nails on his glass vials he decides to follow the crowd and listen to humans talking, catching the sensible advice of the sheriff, and the flamboyant Cyrdak Drokkus.

Figuring if time allowed he'd at least try and take a back row seat for the show, the gnoll decided he'd stay in town longer and started to wonder the rows of games and contests.


Male Human Unchained Rogue 1 (rake, scout) | HP 8/10; AC 16, touch 13, ff 13; F2, R5, W0; Init +5; Perception +4

Breaking away from the crowd once the battery of speeches are complete, Conall regards the new cathedral with just a bit of awe. True, Magnimar has loftier monuments to its name, but this was something the people of Sandpoint had come together on and constructed with the sweat of their own brow. In it's own way, it was more impressive than the re-purposed structures from the larger city to the South.

But enough of that! he thinks, breaking from his revere. Can't fill a stomach with appreciation.

Reentering the crush of townsfolk and tourists, he begins searching for competitions suited to feats of dexterity or daring. As he does so, he swears he catches sight of a few unusual forms in the crowd.

Was that ratfolk over there? And... a gnoll?! Wouldn't expect to see their sort out and about in a festival such as this... but then, what do I know?

Conall had never been granted the pleasure of meeting a ratfolk in person before, and his previous experiences with gnolls had been in a less than favorable context. As a result, he wasn't sure of what to make of either race, but perhaps he would have the opportunity during his stay. For now though, Conall decides focus on the games at hand. Perhaps he would make their acquaintance in the process.

If there are any competitions in particular Conall can participate in, let me know. Otherwise we can just roll with it.


Male Human - Varisian Tattooed Sorcerer - 1

Ixidor was halfway across the square, threading his way through the crowds after having dismissed his guide, when he realized that he had neglected to ask the name of the Rusty Dragon's owner. Distracted by his predicament, Ixidor tipped over the bear, and stumbled into the auburn haired woman walking beside him. Staggering but managing to keep his footing
"Is this your animal?" Ixidor said, breathing heavily "You really should be more careful with him in crowds like these; I could have been injured!" he dusted himself off and continued
Fortunately no one was hurt, and I am a reasonable man; Allow me to Introduce myself Ixidor Davar, at your service." he bowed gracefully and gave the woman a cheerful smile


The multicolored pavilions carry all sorts of sweet smelling foods and colorful souvenirs. Some of them even have games set up with names such as The Devil Hunt, Goblin Toss, Lighthouse Smash, Dragon Races, Dungeon Run, and Minotaur Tug O War. Most of these games cost a silver piece to play with little souvenirs for the winners.

Thikka-You notice that the other vendors are selling their wares in the range of coppers and silvers, and the lesser coins are being handed out to street performers. Few even stop to consider paying for healing on their day of fun.

Ixidor-The woman introduces herself ad Ameiko Kaijitsu.


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Spell casting, even for a level 1 spell, is 10GP. So 1 GP is already a massive discount

Thikka snorts, and shrugs. Stupid people would be unhappy when they needed healing and had to spend 10 x the amount tomorrow.


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Darror stops to admire the Goblin Toss game, and dips his fingers into his belt pouch to pluck a gold coin from it. He watches for a moment and decides no one complains about who gives them money. Especially for such an interesting game in dealing with the little green skinned maniacs.

He then steps in line and waits trying to not smile and show off his teeth.


Male Human Paladin 1

Sigmund notices a gnoll in line to play Goblin Toss and finds himself a seat in the grass. Obviously this gnoll was not a dangerous creature and he could not help but find himself amused at the idea of watching it play a game such as this. He bit into the incredibly sweet and delicious pastry he had found with relish.


The Goblin Toss game is a bean bag throw game. Three wooden stands with holes in the goblin's stomachs are set up 10 ft from where you stand. They are labeled with 1, 2, and 3, the numbers of points the goblins are worth.

Say which Goblin you're aiming for and make a ranged attack roll at -4. You Get Three shots.


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Would my Throw anything feat remove the -4 from the roll?


Female Human Hunter 1
Naele:
HP 11/11 AC 16 T 13 FF 13 Fort +4 Ref+ 5 Will +2 Init +3 Perc+6 Spells 1:2/2

"Hey, Watch where you are going!." Naele yells before checking on Misha.

Are you okay girl? The bear cubs lets out a whimper and plays injured.

Let's get you some salmon Misha immediately perks up after the mentioning of a treat, and Naele lets out a sigh.

Sorry, about my outburst earlier. Greetings, Mister Davar, you may call me Naele Almaton


Yes it would Darror


Male Human Unchained Rogue 1 (rake, scout) | HP 8/10; AC 16, touch 13, ff 13; F2, R5, W0; Init +5; Perception +4

Conall approaches of gathering of people who are clamoring about something called "Dragon Races."

"What what sort of game this is?" he wonders aloud. Was it something contestants participated in? Or bet on?

"If you can't win 'em, bet on them," he says with a wry smile.

He takes several silver pieces into his hand and steps into line.


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Thikka's here, just not much for her to do right now.


Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1

Drus wanders through the crowd, reaching the Goblin Toss game himself, his curiosity aroused as well by the gnoll preparing to play.

"this should be amusing at the very least"

he mutters, taking up a position at the back of the line, catching sight of the blond human man he had noted eying him earlier, giving him a bit of a glare before crossing his arms over his chest and turning to watch the action.


Male Human Paladin 1

Sigmund is also just watching and waiting, not much else he wants to do.


Male Human - Varisian Tattooed Sorcerer - 1

"Very well, Naele;Ixidor said as he rose from his bowI am in town to see Cyrdak Drokkus, however, he appears to be preoccupied, so my business in town will have to wait until after the festival is concluded; What about you? What brings you to this town"


For the dragon race game, Con all should pick one of the four lizards in stalls. Whichever lizard reaches the finish line first wins. The lizards are: Redtooth, Whitescale, Bluefoot, and Goldrunner.

As the games progress, the head priest, Father Zantus, is shown on the stage. He launches into a short parable of how Desna turned a blind girl into the first and most beautiful butterfly in payment for the girl's help. He then unleashes thousands of butterflies into the festival. They fly through crowd as children race to catch them. After that, the taverns and inns open for lunch, giving out large samples of their wares for free.
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Male Human Unchained Rogue 1 (rake, scout) | HP 8/10; AC 16, touch 13, ff 13; F2, R5, W0; Init +5; Perception +4

"Hey! One gold on Bluefoot," Conall calls out to the teller, handing a gold coin his way and accepting a ticket in exchange.

Upon hearing the rush of thousands of wings taking flight he looks back and observes the butterflies take to the air. He whistles softly in admiration at the sight.


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Thikka makes the rounds, gathering free samples of food and drink, to save cash. if she can't get people to pay her for healing, she can at least save money on lunch to get ahead a bit.


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Darror takes the 'goblins' and starts to throw for the 3rd hole trying to get the most points.

throw 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
throw 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
throw 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

He silently blames the butterflies being released for messing up his last two shots, but plays the good sport, bowing and accepting his score.


Male Human Paladin 1

Sigmund finds himself enjoying a wide variety of foods, he is not one to turn down food. After all, as a soldier you never know when your next proper meal will be.

He watches the Gnoll bow after taking his score and feels a bit of a shift in his world view. He had never met a polite Gnoll before.


Male Human - Varisian Tattooed Sorcerer - 1

Ixidor heads over to the Rusty Dragon and tries the food there, Finding it better then expected; He compliments the woman behind the counter on her food and asks her name.


With a final score of three, Darror is handed a butterfly idol made of dried grass and twigs woven together.

The woman's name is Ameiko Kaijitsu. She is of Tian heritage with red-brown hair and a stripe of white running through, strange considering she isn't very old.

Most of the dishes are very good, with the exception of the hagfish's murky broth.

1d4 ⇒ 1


Bluefoot is narrowly beaten by Redtooth.


Male Human Unchained Rogue 1 (rake, scout) | HP 8/10; AC 16, touch 13, ff 13; F2, R5, W0; Init +5; Perception +4

Conall sighs, watching the blue lizard manage only 2nd place.

"Tell ya what, Blue. I know that feeling."

Stomach growling, Conall briefly wonders if eating the losers is permitted, but stops that thought short when he hears a few passerbys loudly praising the Rusty Dragon's food.

He quickly makes for the unmistakable inn, and approaches the woman behind the counter when it is his turn.

"Oi! Please, something from the sea if you don't mind, lass," he exclaims merrily. "I'd gladly even part with the last of my coin at this point!"

Catching sight of the so-called "hagfish broth," he adds,

"Just... none of that though."


Male Human Paladin 1

Sigmund finds himself in the Rusty Dragon and immediately picks out two men that stand out from the rest. One with violet eyes and mysterious tattoos, the other carrying many weapons. The man of weapons is ordering food so Sigmund sidles up behind him, waiting his turn. Already deciding he will sit with one of these two men and see if either has any interesting stories to tell.


Female Human Hunter 1
Naele:
HP 11/11 AC 16 T 13 FF 13 Fort +4 Ref+ 5 Will +2 Init +3 Perc+6 Spells 1:2/2

"I came here after here some troubling rumors about the Sandpoint Devil. I don't suppose You would happen to know anything"

Naele however becomes distracted after Misha chases the butterflies, and they eventually wind up at the Rusty Dragon.


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Darror takes the idol and looks it over before putting it in a pouch in his backpack. He then hears his stomach growl. Grinning at the irony of it, he follows his nose and the crowd to the biggest attraction offered by the Rusty Dragon Inn.


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Thikka doesn't much care if it's hagfish or shark fin. As long as it's nourishing and free, she's fine with it. Probably something about her heritage as a ratfolk making even hagfish palatable. She eyes the other people at the inn from the depths of her hood.

Sorry folks, not only busy, but Thikka's not very friendly, so she's not going to be all 'oh hi how are you, got kids? pets?' to strangers. :)


Male Half-Orc Rogue (Thug) Level 1

Drus watches a few more contestants waste their coin on the fair games before moving on, following the flow of the crowd...he notes the sign for The Rusty Dragon and decides to enter, feeling like a drink might be in order at the very least, getting in line behind the rest, eyes wandering over the mixed crowd


Something about the energy of the fair seems to be making time move faster. Before you know it, dusk has fallen and the crowds begin heading back up the hill. The priest Father Zantus has taken the stage again and stands next to a neatly stacked pile of wood for the evening bonfire. He tries to speak, but the noise of the crowd drowns him out. He smashes a thunderstone on the ground and the boom silences the audience.

Just as he begins to speak again, a woman screams. Heads turn to see a trio of goblins crawling out from und er a cart. A Behind them, a dog lies dead with its neck cut open.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23


Female Ratfolk HP (7)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 15 or 19/14/12 or 15 | Fort/Ref/Will +1/+3/+3 | Init +4
Skills:
Acrobatics 8, Craft(Alchemy) 7, Heal 5, Perception +4, Spellcraft 8, Kn (Arcana/History) 9
Witch 1

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Thikka casts Mage Armor on herself, then hits the ground with her staff and points at the goblins. She speaks in a high pitched squeaky language.

Goblin:

"Why you kill dog? You want be attacked? Coming to Longshank city and kill their dogs?"


Male Gnoll Chirurgeon Alchemist / 1

Init:: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Darror snarls at the goblins and pulls a vial out of his belt and starts swirling it around, feeling the heat build in it.

"Everyone get clear of the snot droppings!" his voice comes off as demanding, but he doesn't want to catch anyone besides the goblins in what is about to happen.

storm about to hit, will post attack when I can.


Male Human Paladin 1

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Sigmund is surprised to see goblins interrupting the party and his reaction is a bit sluggish as he unslings his bow, then draws an arrow and pulls back his bowstring. Ready to let fly.


Male Human Unchained Rogue 1 (rake, scout) | HP 8/10; AC 16, touch 13, ff 13; F2, R5, W0; Init +5; Perception +4

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Conall eyes detect movement from a nearby cart and quickly he unfurls his steel branched spear from the linen carrying case, bringing it's wickedly barbed points to bear on potential hostiles. As he does, Conall notes several others around him also bearing arms. Possibly the ones from the tavern earlier, but it wasn't the time for inspecting faces (although the ratfolk and gnoll are unmistakable).

"Gods, how did all these balloon-headed throatcutters get into town?" he wonders aloud, honestly stunned. Goblins weren't a threat to take lightly, but a raid on a settlement this big?

"Damn! Time enough for that later; if you keep focused anyway," he chides himself into focusing on the matter at hand.


Male Human - Varisian Tattooed Sorcerer - 1

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
No, Ixidor thought as the screams rose around him not again; they're all dying again. he looked around as goblins ran through the streets giggling madly and made a decision this time, I won't run, I can make a difference!


Waiting on Neale and Drus


Female Human Hunter 1
Naele:
HP 11/11 AC 16 T 13 FF 13 Fort +4 Ref+ 5 Will +2 Init +3 Perc+6 Spells 1:2/2

Naele Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Misha Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Naele gets Misha attention, taps twice on her left hand, and makes a circle gesture, with both hands making a half circle. Signaling to sneak and flank the most vulnerable goblin.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Stealth Misha: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

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