Quickly rubbing his hand after being released from the handshake, Imless calls over to Brogimchiagle and introduces him to Morthos and to Elodie.
He follows the others into the bar and sits down with a mug of ale; listening to the tales of far away and the story of what just happened, amused and intrigued to find himself in a story. "I like this feeling. And these people..." he thinks sleepily, then manages to drag himself and his pack to one of the rooms and collapses as soon as his head hits the pillow.
After the battle Brogimchiagle looks around at the aftermath of the goblin attack. Helping various folks with whatever help needed. Later that day he makes his way over to the Rusty Dragon, where he sees the his cousin and the party of adventurers. He hears his cousin calling him over who is talking to a dwarf and an elf, who looks like she has some human blood in her. "Evening everyone, pleasure to meet you sir dwarf. Weren't there two of you?" Brogimchiagle asks holding out his hand to the dwarf.
"And it is especially nice to meet you my lady"
Brogimchiagle stumbles over his own to feet and bangs his head in the dwarfs drink and nocks himself out falling head first on the barstool's edge.
Elodie looks at the gnome at her feet and decides that he might have the right idea. After a long day of festivities and goblins, she finishes her ale, bidding goodnight to the grateful townspeople with a perfunctory smile, and slips out back to the stable.
Llyan, curled up in a clean stall on the far side of the stable, seems to be making the horses and ponies uneasy even asleep; they shy away as Elodie passes their stalls. Llyan's paws twitch in her sleep; smiling, Elodie wonders briefly if her companion is dreaming of goblins, then goes back inside to get some much-needed sleep.
With a nod and a quick excuse, Pellynor dismisses himself from the crowd starting to gather. Quickly he moves along with the other healers, tending to the wounds and light medicine that the people need.
Shortly before dusk gives way to night, Pellynor enters the Rusty Dragon to sounds of a party well underway. Quickly he spots his comrades sitting at a table, the dwarf regaling the locals with tales. After grabbing a mug of the taverns house ale, he joins his companions.
As you cavort throughout the rest of the day and night, you catch glimpses and at times meet some of Sandpoint's diverse residents, Sheriff Baelor Hemlock, A large and dour looking Shoanti man who looks more the part of a man from Absalom, sits at the bar's proper, sipping on a mug of ale and chatting with the older Halfling woman, who tends to the bar while her younger counterpart weaves and ducks through the crowd.
There are many others, though in the riotous crowd you hardly have a chance to learn any new names or connect them to old faces. Among the crowd you may spot a older man, with somewhat hawkish features, half moon glasses and a thinning white hair that gives way to his shiny bald scalp. There's also a large and stocky looking half orc, engaged in a drinking contest, and a woman who looks a little closer to forty than thirty, but absolutely beautiful, with a shapely figure and long flame red hair laughs as she easily moves through the crowd.
The party continues long into the night, at some point Ameiko gets her hands on a lute, is joined by someone playing the flute and launches into a rousing, and spectacularly performed, round of "The Goblin and the Maiden."
As Immless and Elodie excuse themselves, and Brogimchiagle seems to decide that the floor is as good a place as any to call home, a young woman makes her way to the table where you have all gathered and taps Pellynor lightly on your shoulder.
"Begging your pardon good sir," comes a voice that sounds as sweet as honey, "May I have a word in private?"
Looking over his shoulder, Pellynor is greeted with the sight of a gorgeous young woman, most likely somewhere around 18 or 19, but maybe a little younger. She has long bright blonde hair that frames to big blue eyes that seem to have a light all their own, full lips smile sweetly at you, and as you can plainly see her body is as beautiful as her face, with an ample bust, a small waist, long legs hidden by a light white skirt, maybe its the ale, but this girl is gorgeous! After a moment, Pellynor realizes that he's looking at none other than Shayliss Vinder Who was little more than a slip of a girl when he left.
Shayliss smiles sweetly, her long lashes giving a slight smile as she blushes at Pellynor's words. "Of course I recognized you silly, who could forget. Especially after you and your companions were so brave... Actually that's why I wanted to speak to you..."
Shayliss takes Pellynor by the hand and leads him just a little away from the crowd, before looking up at him seriously, "I'm not sure if you've heard, but there's some rather.. let's say scandalous... rumors going on about my sister. Not that its any of our business but all the talk has gotten my father in quite the tiff, so much that he's started to neglect the store," she looks away and gives a small shudder of disgust, "Now the store's cellar has rats, in fact just yesterday I swear I saw one the size of a goblin behind one of the barrels." recomposing herself she looks pleadingly to Pellynor, "Please sir, could you come with me and get rid of the vermin for me?"
Meanwhile off on the other side of the commons, Ameiko sits herself down in a chair across from Kazgrym and Morthos, with a frosty mug of Ale for each of them, "Word has it you boys are from Janderhoff? It's been ages since I've seen the Sky City, how fares it?"
"As well as it ever did. The ancient smithies still belch forth smoke, the masons continue to improve the defenses, and we all continue to fend off the Golbins and Orcs who would seek to take it from us. The mines continue to produce more mithral and black marble than anybody else in the region. When did you last pass through the Iron Walls?"
Kaz takes an appreciative sip of the ale, and offers that she take one as well while she sits and talks.
Morthos regards Ameiko and her cargo of ale with a warm smile, eagerly taking a long pull once she has seated herself, and handed the mugs over.
"As my brother says, life in Janderhoff continues as it has for centuries; why change a formula for existence that has withstood the test of time? Personally, I came this way to look-over the glass-works here in Sandpoint (something which I have yet to do), but I was pleasantly surprised, and worried, to learn of your goblin infestation. Is there something that has been stirring-up the local tribes?"
As the young woman in front of him finished her plea, Pellynor simply nodded his head. He vaguely remembered Shayliss' father, but from what he did remember it was painfully clear that this man was if anything a protective father.
"It sounds like a problem that can be easily solved" He states after a moment, "But come, celebrate with the rest of us. The has been long and those rats are not going anywhere soon."
"As well as it ever did. The ancient smithies still belch forth smoke, the masons continue to improve the defenses, and we all continue to fend off the Golbins and Orcs who would seek to take it from us. The mines continue to produce more mithral and black marble than anybody else in the region. When did you last pass through the Iron Walls?"
Ameiko let out a long sigh, pondering the question while she took a long draft off of her ale, "Desna's wings, that'd be about five, maybe six years ago. I passed through it on my last trek back to Sandpoint before settling in..."
She ponders a words for a moment and listens to Morthos' own reply,
I came this way to look-over the glass-works here in Sandpoint (something which I have yet to do), but I was pleasantly surprised, and worried, to learn of your goblin infestation. Is there something that has been stirring-up the local tribes?"
"The raids are a way of life in these parts, we live on the edge of 'civilized' lands, so some beastie attackin' now and again isn't anything to write home about... still..."She frowns, thinking back on the day's events, "To speak true, I think there was more than just one tribe today, and that is odd."
On the other side of the tavern Shayliss looks aghast at Pellynor, her rounder eyes growing even larger, "But sir," she pleads, "The rats may not be going anywhere but our stock is, into their bellies. Help me deal with this now if you will. Your ale will keep and if not I'll be happy to buy you another on our return."
Ameiko stops mid-sentence, her eyes going dark before shaking her head and laughing off the Dwarf's suggestion, "No.. gods no they'd be too stupid for that, I mean for god sakes one of them tried to hide in my oven when they were fleeing, the fire was already lit!"
As Ameiko takes a swig of her ale, a voice calls out across the lively but dimming taproom, "Master Dwarves, Lady Ameiko, its good to see you again!" Aldern Foxglove makes his way towards Kazgrym and Morthos, motioning to an empty chair, "May I sit?"
Shayliss smiles sweetly at you as you return, "Thank you sir, I know you wouldn't leave me helpless." With a proper curtsy she takes Pellynor by the arm and leads him through the village to the Sandpoint General store. She quietly opens the back door and leads Pell into the darkened shop. She moves with an excited step and the grace of someone who knows her surroundings like the back of her hand, which end up putting some distance between her and Pellynor as she leads him behind the store counter and down into the cellar.
As he reaches the top of the stairs, Pellynor can see the faint glow of a candle flickering to life in the cellar below, and it crosses his mind that any rats would have just been startled by the light.
He descends to find the cellar seemingly deserted, and follows the light around a set of barrels that forms something of a makeshift wall, to find Shayliss standing there as naked as the day she was born. Her bodice and skirt lie discarded on the floor as the shapely young woman, and Pellynor can plainly see she is most definitely a woman and not the little sprite he remembers from his childhood, steps towards him, moving her arms around his neck and her lips to brush against him, "I'm sorry good sir," she says in a far more seductive voice than before, "I'm afraid I told a small lie, I hope you'll forgive me."
Morthos frowns at Ameiko's words.
"I agree, the individual goblins were incredibly idiotic and disorganised, but there were quite a few of them..."
He then reflectively sips from his ale, until the approaching human garners his attention.
Morthos gives the man a warm grin, and motions for him to sit down.
"By all means, join us. We are in a celebratory mood! I trust that your hunting hound is no worse for wear, and that you are well?"
Shayliss fingers work quickly, pulling at straps and buckles until Pellynor's armor clatters to the floor between them, her lips never parting from his, she begins to fumble with the chords to his breeches, leading him backwards to a cot that has been conveniently set up.
The Rusted Dragon
"Ha! a fine offer," Ameiko laughs good naturedly at Morthos, "When I've been giving you your ale's for free all eve!" She casts him a wink and does motion for the Halfling girl to get Aldern a drink, and will have none of it should Morthos or any of the other "Sandpoint Heroes" try to slip her some coin.
"Harrowing indeed, Master... eh Morthos was it? I'm afraid I didn't manage to learn everyone's names in the commotion... er thank you," he interupts himself to thank the waitress, and lifts his new glass in salute to the Dwarves and Ameiko, [b]"And Azuth is healing well, thank you. I fear we would both be far worse for wear had you and your friends not intervened."
Aldern gives a slight start and a laugh as Brogimchigle pops up from the floor, [b]"Oh I don't know Master Gnome, I'd say you have a certain charm," he laughs.
In the frenzy of Pellynor's and Shayliss' antics, Pell barely hears the sound of a hinge as the trap door to the cellar opens, and a heavy footfall on the top stair.
Perception:
"Dress yourself lass, someone's here." Pellynor whispers. Ensuring that his own clothing is in order, he peeks through the barrel gaps to catch a view of this new comer.
through the cracks of the barrels, Pellynor makes out the details of the intruder. Broad of shoulder, with dark brown hair, Shayliss' father Ven descends into the cellar, a look of suspicion on his face.
The Rusty Dragon
Ameiko shrugs to Brogimchiagle, "Not too much, friend. Your priestly friend seems to have been lured in by Shameless Shayliss, but aside from that, just enjoy drinks with a few new friends," She tips her glass to the Dwarves and Aldern.
Her eyes going wide, Shayliss grabs her skirt from the floor and pulls it on to finish preserving her decency. The rest of her clothes, such as her laced bodice, there is simply not enough time and she kicks it under the cot. Still, her hair is messed and her clothes dissolved, she does not bear the countenance of a young maid entertaining a guest.
Ven Vinder comes around the corner of the barrels. Dressed in a nightshirt tied off at the waist, his meaty hands clench and unclench slowly. "What..." he begins, his voice barely lower than a growl, "Is going on here?"
Shameless Shayliss, you say. It seems our friend with the large hammer will be making an interesting night of it," Kaz says with a twinkle in his eye.
"Truth to tell, I agree with the theory behind that form of celebrating, although not of his choice of partner. A woman who has garnered the appellation 'Shameless' is a bit outside my normal tastes. Perhaps somebody with a bit more class, like milady here," he says with a wink toward Ameiko. "Not one like this 'Shameless Shayliss,' however. Another round? Mister Brogimchigle, what might you have?"
Morthos raises an eyebrow.
"Hmmm... Well, he is a disciple of The Drunken Hero, so I guess questionable judgement whilst celebrating is only to be expected...
...Still, I hope he does not get into too much trouble."
Noting his brother's flirtatious comment to Ameiko, Morthos smirks faintly, and then turns to Master Foxglove.
"Tell me good sir, what brings you to this area?"
"Ah Mr. Vinder, perhaps you can help us. I'm meeting some colleagues over at the new church tomorrow to discuss some business of a personal nature. But this polish I brought with me has caked and faded before a week has been over! Your daughter here was kind enough to help me lug some of my armour here tonight from the party at the Rusty Dragon so we could test some cleaners that you have in stock." He pauses for a second studying Ven before continuing, "It appears that we must have awakened you from your slumber in our search. My apologizes but the meeting is in the morning and it was I persuaded your daughter to conduct this late-night transaction."
Ameiko laughs along with everything said, and if the young woman noticed Morthos' flirtation, she keeps it to herself, "Oh the girl's not all bad, just something of a flirt. We've all had our younger care free days, I'm sure."
Sipping on his drink, Aldern lights up a little at Kaz' question, "Actually I'm moving here. My family's original estate is just outside the town and I've decided to renovate it and move back. Absolutely dreadful place right now, mold and rot in a lot of spots, but nothing that can't be fixed. For now I'm partaking in our kind host's" he tips his glass to Ameiko, "...hospitality."
"Actually," he continues, finishing off his glass and standing up in a stretch, "I do believe its time for me to go get some rest, especially after the day's events. Tell me gentlemen," he asks, looking at Brogy in the Dwarves, "Would you care to join me on a Boar hunt? I'd planned on venturing upon one tomorrow or the next day."
[spoiler=The cellar]
Ven's look goes from one of anger to incredulity and annoyance. he turns around, goes to another end of the cellar and back to Pellynor, tossing him a jar of something. "That should fix it. Now please sir, I'll thank you not to call on my daughter in the dead of night, it gives a bad impression and could lead to improper health...." he motions for the door behind him, "Good evening sir."
As Aldern gets ready to leave, Morthos rises and gives him a formal bow.
"Good sir, I would be delighted. 'Twould certainly be a fine distraction from recent events."
Turning to his hostess, Morthos smiles, and comments:
"On that note, I feel that I should stop trying to drink our most excellent hostess' cellar dry (at least for this evening), and get some small measure of sleep. A hunt is something that I most definitely want to feel fresh for..."
"Perhaps it is getting late. A Boar hunt sounds interesting. Any rules?" After any reply, Kazgrym would also rise.
"Yes, quite right, Morthos. As fine as this brew is, if we drink it all tonight there will be none left for tomorrow, and that would be a tragedy. Milady, milord, Master Bogimchiagle. We shall see you all on the morrow, yes?"
After heading upstairs, Kaz would open the window, poke Strig awake, and send him out to hunt down some dinner. He'd leave the window open so the owl could come back in when it wished. He would then sit on the bed with his back in the corner, put his head down and an old pipe between his lips, and fall asleep.
Arriving back at the Rusty Dragon to a mostly depleted party, Pellynor makes his way up to his room where he collapses on his bed to a restful sleep.
As the morning arrives, Pellynor begins his morning as he does every morning; offering his prayers to his god and preparing himself for another hearty breakfast.
The night passes to morning without any further incident. The next day is a brilliant one, with hardly a cloud in the blue sky. The sun shines off the near white sands of Sandpoint's coast and the gulls circle lazily in the mid morning heat.
Already the Rusted Dragon's common room is a busy one. The halfling Bethana and her daughter are busy in the kitchen, cooking up a variety of breakfast foods from all over Golarion, while Ameiko zips between the tables, taking orders, delivering glasses of fresh juice and any other amenity her guests may need.
Elodie wakes with the dawn, well rested, and slips outside to a nearby copse of trees to meditate while Llyan feasts on the proverbial early birds. Declining a share of sparrow, she returns to the inn for breakfast and marvels at Ameiko's boundless energy.
"Can I have orange juice and some toast?" she asks, as Ameiko comes within range. "And how was the rest of the celebration last night? I hope those dwarves didn't drink the good stuff dry!"
Waking as dawn's rays peek in through the open window, Kaz takes the pipe from his mouth and places it back in his belt pouch. Gently taking the owl from the foot of the bed, he makes his way down to the common room and asks for a pot of tea before making his way to a quiet corner where he can sit. Once there, he pulls out his spell-book and begins to study, using the tea as a focus for clearing his mind and allowing himself to prepare the magic he will need.
Immless walks down from his room a little after Kazgrym, and takes a seat a little ways away as the dwarf gets his tea. The normally excitable Gnome is still subdued, having not woken up yet. Still, he goes about a mindless routine: snooping about for breakfast, arranging his collection of oddities in just the right way, and jotting notes as he ponders how to turn his morning tea into an explosive.
Immless eyes are growing brighter, and a keen eye will notice that his colouration in general is getting very slightly more vivid as he wakes up. His large eyes turn up from the small leatherbound tome he is jotting notes in, immediately fixing on the bump on his cousins head
"Are the women around here are rougher than I thought, or did you start a brawl last night? Either way, that's the last time I go to bed that early; I feel like I've been asleep for a month!"
The small creature stands up gently, careful not to spill any of the vials that are clustered on the table in a small box. you'd swear there was only tea in them a minute ago, but now they're frothing in a distinctly un-tealike way...
His prayers finished, Pellynor makes his way down to the first floor for breakfast. Upon grabbing a plate of eggs, toast and some strange meat product, he sits himself down beside the dwarf and gnomes as they too prepare themselves for the day. After greeting his fellows he proceeds to start making his way though his food, until he notices that one of the gnome's tea is behaving in a more than curious fashion. Calling upon past experiences with this particular race, Pellynor shuffles his breakfast a little further away from the experiment before continuing.
Morthos rises a little after everyone else, with a mild headache, and muffled swearing. Still, before going down to the main room, he manages to cast Prestidigitation to ensure that he is perfectly presentable.
Quietly moving down-stairs (), he grabs a large mug of warm malt beer, and a few large slices of thick, black bread, before moving over to his brother's table.
After consuming part of his repast, Morthos is notably more chipper, and, turning to Kazgrym, comments.
"Did Aldern set a specific time, or do you think we have time to run some errands first? I would like to look at the Glass-Works at some point..."
"Well my good Dwarves, I was thinking of heading out sometime in the mid afternoon, no need to rush after all!" Aldern smiles to the Dwarves as he descends the stairs from the upper floor, obviously overhearing their conversation, he smiles to Ameiko, "And please my dear, the biggest plate of food you have, I feel like I've been sleeping for a month!"