Rise Of The Runelords

Game Master Wivvy

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Gameplay thread is up! Dot away.


HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

Tanks bro!

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

Call me Adventurer, or Julius, my parents did. Or they did until they finally named me Julen.
Julen's gloved hands move the dusty string into a more complex pattern.
He is playing Goblin's Cradle.


-INACTIVE-

Dotting in! This avatar will have to do for now...


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On the day of the Autumnal Equinox, the town of Sandpoint is buzzing with activity. Merchants are pouring in to the square, building their tents wherever they can fit them, and shouting at any person that happens to walk within earshot. Massive tables of food and drink are being set up around the courtyard. Minstrels are playing beautiful music and people are dancing and having a wonderful time. The festival will begin in one hour when a few speakers will say a few words and the games and festivities will begin. You are all in Sandpoint at this time and planning to be at Swallowtail festival when it starts. As of now, however, you are wandering around doing your own thing.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

As he sets the table down in place, Julen grunts. For now he is out of armor, just another workman sweating for the festival's preparations. His weapons and armor are left and near forgotten back at the Rusty Dragon.

"Certain are you that these tables 'fore us brought may be made of wood?" says Julen as he claps the simple workman helping him on the shoulder,

"Though they appear the stout oak or hardy maple fit to serve us by dint of skilled Sandpoint hands, they are still dumb as trees - rooted in such a way as to render our entire endeavor a thoroughly wearying exercise. Were it only that the finer artisans lent their skilled hands to more light handworks." he gestures to the long table they just heaved into the square together.

"Now, how many more did they want?" He surveys the crowd - the many simple souls of a community moving ever onwards towards frolic and merriment with a smile.


-INACTIVE-

Smoke wafts up from the incense sticks held between the fingers of Xai Bailong. She inhales, sucking the vapors up into her nostrils, and closes her eyes. She falls downward into a sea of memories, drifting away into the past- into lives long ended, combing through half-remembered experiences and dialogues like distant dreams...

...and is promptly bumped into by one of the citizens of Sandpoint, throwing her gracelessly from her reverie. The incense sticks tumble from her grip as she stumbles.

"Oh, terribly sorry!" Xai says, clasping her hands and bowing apologetically to the citizen, who returns the gesture and smiles, helping her gather her incense before going on his way. Perhaps the middle of the road on Festival day was not the best place and time for this. Luckily, the people of Sandpoint had thus far been friendly toward her, despite her unusual appearance. Looking as lost as possible at all times seemed to help in this case.

Packing away her incense, Xai moves herself to the side of the road, wondering if she might have learned something had she been able to access the memories she sought. Sandpoint seems so foreign to her; had she really been here before in some past life? She has been wandering Varisia for months, taking her time, burning through her life's supply of incense and wearing out her karmic life-wheel in hopes of understanding how this place connects to the murder of her past self. Thus far, only vague images connect this place to her cycle of reincarnation; she has hit a plateau in her search for understanding.

"Well," she muses aloud after an exasperated sigh, "at least I'll have the Festival to distract me."


HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

Yngwie pushes his hair from his eyes and wipes the blood from his nose as he walks out onto the street. It was far too early for a barfight, but that had never stopped the tiefling before. The two blokes that were actually fighting fared much worse than he did, but nevertheless Yngwie waves to them as he leaves, shouldering his lute and heading for the rest of the festival.

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Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

In a small tavern, full of laughter. There was one Aasimar in the midst, entertaining his new friends with knife tricks in exchange for free drinks. An angry bar owner stormed up to him, You've had enough to drink, it's time that you and your dog left. The apathetic Aasimar retorted, She's a wolf, and her name is Aura, my friend. Besides, I haven't possibly had enough to drink! When the owner asked him why not, he gave a sly smile and said If breath can come out, wine can certainly still go in. At this point he threw a piece of meat high in the air to be snatched up by his lupine companion. He was rewarded with a host of laughter and further reddening of the owner's face. He liked this bar, however, so he figured he didn't want to overstay his welcome. He stood up, whistled for his wolf and a delightful elf woman that he had met, and started out the door. One of the customers in the bar asked him as he was leaving, Oy, what did you say your name was?
Eagle, the Aasimar put a hand on his wolf. Eagle Wolfhand.
I'll have all the battle stuff and backstory done before the day is out.


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Now everyone is in the square where there is a large stage built in the middle. Finally, a man walks up to the stage and and calls for the peoples attention. This man addresses himself as Mayor Deverin, as he speaks the crowd seems to love him more and more. He cracks jokes, talks about funny stories, and even picks on a few of the residents as a friendly gesture. After he is done, the crowd is in a much lighter mood. This mood is quickly soured by the second speaker. Sheriff Belor Hemlock gives a monotonous, boring speech about the saftey risks associated with the bonfire fire later this afternoon. He also calls for a moment of silence for those lost in the church fire a few years ago. The next speaker is a man named Cyrdak Drokkus. He quickly explains that Lonjiku Kiajitsu was supposed to speak but a sudden illnes has struck him. At this, even Cyrdak roles his eyes, knowing that Lonjiku was almost certainly not sick. After a quick recanting of the events that the town went through to build the new cathedral, he invited everyone to go see his production of "The Harpy's Curse" at the theater. Finally, Father Zantus got up and thanked everyone for coming and declared the start of the festivities.

You all start out in the town square, around you see several merchants selling food, drink, and other items. You also see a number of games going on such as sack racing, arm wrestling, archery contests, Tug-of war, weight lifting contests, foot races, and of course drinking competitions. Feel free to wander around and play as many games as you like, I'll advance the story whenever you guys want.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

Julen is armored and bearing steel.
As the Sheriff runs through the safety items he watches the crowd for their reactions.
He smiles to see Cyrdak again, having worked with the man a bit previously, almost in another life.

He's supposed to be here to work, but he soon finds his way over to the arm wrestling area. Before indulging, he casts his eyes around to try and see if any of the other festival guards are watching.
PerC: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21
Holy Crap. Perhaps he notices the other PCs in the crowd and has a gut reaction/hunch.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Eagle barely listened to the speakers. He had heard them all before. As soon as he was able, he went to find a place to drink. He knew of a good place that was only open around festival time. It was a rowdy place, fights broke out often. The owner was lazy and almost always drunk. Eagle liked it that way. The fights were entertaining and the drinks kept coming, all he had to do now was get some people to buy the wine for him. He glances around to make sure there's no trouble.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19


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GM:
Child's Stealth Check: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

Julen:
Julen sees that there are a few guards around, but they haven't had to deal with a serious crime in so long that most of them are drunk or otherwise indulged in a game. Julen then notices an Aasimar that he has seen around the town a few times. He also notices a strange Samsaran women walking around (there has never been one in town since Julen has lived here), and a familiar tiefling that is known for causing mischief. Then, out the corner of his eye, he notices a little boy trying to to take a pastry from a merchant's stand.

Eagle:
Eagle sees that there are a few guards around, but they haven't had to deal with a serious crime in so long that most of them are drunk or otherwise indulged in a game. Eagle then notices a man in full armor that he has seen around the town a few times. He also notices a strange Samsaran women walking around (there has never been one in town since Julen has lived here), and a familiar tiefling that is known for causing mischief.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Eagle takes note of a few interesting characters walking about, but nothing to interesting. There were many interesting characters during festival time. He did take a particular note for the tiefling. Eagle knew him, but never spoke to him. He was a tiefling after all. He was a well-known barfighter, so maybe they would end up in the same bar together, who knows? Eagle continues on to the bar anyway.
Pointless roll: 1d20 + 50 ⇒ (14) + 50 = 64
Just in case there's a hidden need for a pointless roll. Heh.


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One day that roll will come back to haunt you. Hehehe.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

At least it was a decent roll. :D


-INACTIVE-

Xai wanders the festival grounds, quietly observing the games and activities. She seems more interested in those participating than the games themselves, however, and spends several seconds studying the faces of those who seem interesting or unusual. Any elves lingering about might find that she scrutinizes their features a bit more closely, but eventually Xai comes to the realization that nothing here is triggering a memory and relaxes. If the impressions that led her to Sandpoint were meaningless, and this did indeed turn out to be a wasted trip, at least she could enjoy the festivities. She begins prowling about for any food or drink that might be available.

I imagine there is such food and drink, yes? Any good festival ought to!

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Eagle heads to the bar, but gets sidetracked by the competitions. He notices arm wrestling, not his thing. Tug-of-war, amusing, but not really his style. Races, drinking, he liked both but wasn't feeling it. Then there was archery. That looked good for the first contest of the day. Not too tiring, and he was good at it. He might even get to show some people how it's done. Drinking would have to wait, it was time to shoot some stuff.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

"Fair pastryer, baker, citizen. Two of those swallowbuns if you please. I'm afraid my comrades are having too much fun. Twice the work for me, and twice the appetite to follow." Julen slides up at the baker's stall beside the would-be pastry-thief and announces loudly.
Better feed the boy before he gets into any other mischief.

Julen takes a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure his rough and tumble friend Yngwie hasnt tried to pick a fight in the streets just yet.

Then he takes pastries and shares one with the kid.
"I've never met you. Do hope I haven't upset you. Your name lad?"


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HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

Yngwie looks around for a spot to play and draw a crowd. After a moment of watching the crowd mill around, he decides to simply start to play in the middle of the crowd and see who listens. After a moment of warm-up with his lute, he adds his unique form of prestidigitation to the sound and begins his performance.

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-INACTIVE-

Xai, drawn to the smell of the baker's stall, observes Julen purchasing and sharing his pastries with the youngster, and cocks her head to the side as she observes the act of kindness. "What a swell fellow," she remarks aloud.

Before she can ponder any further on the matter, she hears the sound of a lute warming up and wanders toward the performer to listen in.

What's Yngwie look like, by the way?

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

Julen hears Xai, and has a quick double-take.
Seems familiar. She must have one of those faces. I shall have to ask her where she got it.
He gets on one knee to bring himself to the child's level and look the boy in the eye. He wants an honest response.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
Julen puts on his best Guard Face, but it is "really quite comical, actually."

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Eagle was warming up his bow arm before the competition. He hears a lute in the distance that was really quite spectacular. There were a few minutes before the competition, so he decided to head in the direction of the music. When he arrived, looked around to observe the crowd and find the source of the music. Gathered in a circle were a bunch of humans, whose faces just blended in with the masses. One figure that stood out was a female Samsaran that was... actually stunning. He always liked Samsarans, they felt closer to his own likeness than many other species that surrounded him. His eyes fixated on her for a few extra moments, and then scanned the rest of the crowd. Finally, he saw who was playing, and snarled. Bah! it's that Tiefling again, seriously? Tieflings and Aasimars didn't often get along. Eagle has seen this Tiefling play before, even scuffled with him a time or two, and they were far from acquaintances. However, it was hard not to respect the hellion's skill. Seeing these two standing out amongst the crowd, he decided it was worth sticking around for a while.


HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

In the midst of the open jawed crowd, Yngwie happens to spot Julen in his shiny armor looking toward the music. I guess a riot isn't the best idea here, I kinda like this town. He elects to finish his set of Arpeggios from Hell and take a bow and a break.

Slipping away from the spectators he hears a loudmouthed halfling from a booth. "Come one, come all! Try your hand at the impossible knot! The ropes are inseparable! Legend says that the man who defeats the knot can accomplish anything! You sir, care to try your skill?

Yngwie observes the knot, letting those still tugging at it finish their attempts. after looking around a bit, he decides on how to do it. "so I have to get the ropes apart?"

Quick as lighting, the massive Sword comes off of the tiefling's back and crashing down on the knot, which promptly fell into pieces.

"What do I win?"


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The boy happily eats half of the pastry and then pockets the rest of it. The boy looks up at him, surprisingly fearlessly and says,"My name is Alfie sir. Thank you for the pastry, but I better get back to my sister, she worries sometimes." Then Alfie shakes Julen's hand and turns around, but before he got far he turned around,his face showing a crack of nervousness in his brave demeanor. "Uhh, you're not a guard are you?"

When the pieces of rope hit the ground, only a few squeaks and crackles manage to escape the halflings lips. The only thing he can do is hand Yngwie a biscuit off of his plate and run away. As Yngwie turning around a man, slightly more drunk than the rest of the crowd, starts shouting a Yngwie. "You call that piece of goblin shit music? I could make better music than that with your skull!"

Xai and Eagle:
Xai Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Eagle: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Xia notices Eagle staring at her in the crowd as she turns to watch Yngwie, he does his best to hide it but ultimately fails.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

Julen starts paying more attention to Yngwie than before.

He pointedly ignores Alfie's question.
"Ears have you on your head still? Did they not melt in the blaze of that clamor?"
He tousles the kid's hair.
"Ah, but it is a good and harmless thing. Certainly you enjoyed the sharp tones of his lute."

"Now forthwith you will come meet Master Yngwie. Young Alfie, should you meet him for me, you will do me no small favor. More handsome than the devil himself, the ladies say. Moored in all kinds of grim-dark-energies. Poor soul is too tormented to notice the wet knickers as he passes them by. - what -oh -your sister of course. Nevermind."

He heads over to where Yngwie is brandishing a large sword. Julen isn't a fan of large swords in crowded places.
On the way past Eagle and Xai, Julen grumbles to himself."Humble servant that I am, I fear long past is the time for his redemption. Mayhaps the sulfur went afoul of brother Pitborn's higher functionality already."

(edit - ninja'd)


HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

Julen, don't you arrest Stormageddon!

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HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

"Well, friend, let's settle this like reasonable folk, just let me put away this hefty thing first."
Flat of the blade: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 - 4 = 15
Doooonnnggg!: 2d6 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3) + 5 = 9 Nonlethal
"Oops, wasn't paying attention, and this thing is really too long, you know."


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Everyone watches with wide eyes as the drunk man falls flat on his broken face completely and utterly unconscious.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Eagle heard the chaos and came rushing in to see. He was not surprised to see the Tiefling involved. He thought that this might be a good time for one of his famous quips. A sword? I thought you Pitborn could make a "mere mortal" faint at the very sight of ye! 'Specially if he's unarmed. Didn't know you had to smack him first. The aasimar received some mixed glances through the crowd, so he added. Besides, you could learn something from the poor man! If you were half a drunk as he, ye might not even be that offended! he said with a wink. At this point, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Nor did he care. Better it be this than boredom.


-INACTIVE-

And after the world's longest work shift, Xai returns to heavy metal and brawling...

Xai notices the strange bird-like aasimar staring at her in the crowd and blinks a few times, unsure of how to react. Regardless, the sudden outburst of bizarre sounds quickly puts an end to one confusion in favor of a wholly new one.

The music is baffling, like a nightmare after a late-night meal of poorly-made curry, but without the upset stomach. After a moment or two, Xai decides that there is no reason not to enjoy the curious sounds. She does not dance, but smiles slightly. Yngwie's music made her want to punch something, which Xai came to realize was a very pleasant feeling.

When the drunk fellow begins his verbal lambasting of Yngwie's musical stylings, Xai wanders over, frowning at the suggestion that it sounds like "goblin s#!+." Such ill manners, insulting an artist!

Donnnggg! And the drunkard collapses, bringing a smile to Xai's face.

Maybe this was why she had come to Sandpoint.

She glances back and forth between Eagle and Yngwie, as well as the approaching friendly-armored-pastry-man. "Are you gentlemen going to fight now?" she asks in a friendly manner. "That would be most interesting to watch!"

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]
Eagle Wolfhand wrote:
Better it be this than boredom.

Crap. Crap. Crap. I am so afraid Wivvy is going to drop fiery demons onto us now that you said that. C'mon, this is fun, right?

Julen sprints through the crowd to the downed man.
He kneels beside the bloodied drunk and rolls him onto his side so that he will not drown in his own blood or vomit. Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11 He checks to make sure the man is still alive.

Julen calls out loudly to the crowd as he bends to tend the wounded man. "Civil blood renders uncivil hands unclean. Understand the cowardice that lies underneath sickly pride in our fair Pitborn. For now our villainous lord has hit a simple reveler for perhaps too expensive a choice of but few poor words." diplomacy to sway the crowd: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13


-INACTIVE-

Julen, you've made me chuckle.

Xai smiles innocently at Julen's words and cocks her head curiously. "What?" She looks at Yngwie and asks, "Are you truly a sickly, cowardly, unclean villainous lord? Because that would be terrible."

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

"Nay I fear he is little more than a miller come to set cock-a-hoop and brew mutiny on Desna's Day."
Julen checks around to see if any of the other guards have noticed what happened.
There's normally a wife or friend nearby with an ale in her hands. So where is this poor bloke's?

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15
Julen Brelade wrote wrote:
Crap. Crap. Crap. I am so afraid Wivvy is going to drop fiery demons onto us now that you said that. C'mon, this is fun, right?

That was hilarious. Fiery demons miight be crossing the line between 'fun' and 'we're all gonna die'. The fighting is nice at least!

Eagle's chest puffs out. What are you talking about Julen, that's ridiculous! He's not villainous OR lordly! Not so sure about that 'cock-a-hoop' business though. Eagle's fists tighten, his eyes widen and his nostrils flare. His only regret was his soberness. That always put a damper on brawls, being able to reason.


HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

"Civil Blood indeed! Forgive me, all, for depriving this model citizen of his right to be drunk off his arse, as I'm sure all you civil folk are, and pick a fight!" The sarcasm flowing through his smile was almost tangible. Counter Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
"My dear, I am only as sickly as I am sober, as cowardly as I am innocent, and as unclean as the company I keep. As for the Villainous Lord part, I'll let you decide that. He adds with a wink and a winning smile.
"As for you, birdbrain, I still have yet to see people swoon at your divine splendor. If you like, come on over here and let's see who can make whom 'swoon'."


-INACTIVE-

"Oh, this is most exciting!" Xai says, grinning nervously. "But, pray tell, what does this 'cock-a-hoop' mean? I can think of little correlation between either of my understandings of such a thing with a hoop, at least not without considerable pain involved..." Xai suddenly blushes at the thought. "How very untoward..."

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Bird-brain? I'm sorry, my friend I don't have a counter-insult that matches your caliber. I'd tell you to go to hell, but with risk of flattering you, I'll hold my tongue. As for who swoons whom, we shall see, Yengweye. He purposely mispronounced Yngwie's name. Eagle had no desire to win the crowd over. As long as he was producing amusement he could care less how many people actually pulled for him.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

For a moment Julen thinks he sees his former wife in the crowd. He looks away distractedly.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Eagle cracked an amused smile, despite his effort to look intimidating. Also, my dear Samsaran, whom I have not yet become acquainted with, if I knew what a cock-a-hoop was, I would tell you.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Edited my last post, for any of you that saw "sarenite". That was a mistake.

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HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

"well have at you then!"
initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Punch!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
ouch!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
almost ouch.: 1d3 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

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Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

initiative : 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Punch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
sizeofbruise: 1d4 ⇒ 4

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As tension starts to build between the four, a crowd has begun to gather. After a while the Sandpoint watch decided it was time to intervene, but the didn't speak to who everyone thought they would. They pushed through the crowd and then turned around and told everyone to stay back. Then the captain turns around and looks at the party. "Alright, I want a clean fight. No weapons, no kicking a downed man, and telling the sheriff. " he takes a quick look over his shoulder and says "speaking of which, let's get this over with before he gets back, he won't find this as entertaining as we do. " Then he looks at Xai, "You probably don't want be here malady, a street brawl is no place for a woman. "

And that's when the fighting started.

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Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

And how do you propose to keep this safe? A secret from the man who may ask any comer or with funds ply the tongues of waifs to answer "Whose foolish fat and dumb fanny brought to my town needless strife and bloodshed.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1
Julen is dumb enough to say this to the guard captain.


A man, a big strong man Twin Has No Life-1

The looks at Julen and sneers, shouting over the cheering he says"Why don't you let me worry about that? Right now all you need to worry about is punching someone, getting punched, or getting out. The most this town has had to deal with since the Late Unpleasantness are stolen sweet rolls, I don't think a little brawl is going to turn this place into s slum. Now are you gonna fight or what? Then the man turns his attention back to Xai, "You can watch beside me if you like madam, I promise I'll protect you."


HP 3/17 Skald 2 | AC/FF/T 16/14/12 | F+5 R+2 W+1 | Init +2 | Perc +2

Eagle, you have a 0 BAB and unarmed strikes are only 1d3 damage. The Attack still hits, but ya gotta reroll the damage.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Gotcha. We agreed to leave it as max damage, just knock it down to 3.

Sovereign Court

Male Human Unbreakable 1 [HP 20/22; AC 19 / FF 17 / T 12; F: +5/ R: +2/ W: +4; Init +4; PerC: +2]

Found a lucky quote to help.

Julen turns from the captain of the guard and takes a knee in front of Xai. He asks her,
"Good pilgrim, would you wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows so pure, that we may duel ‘ere these drunkards are spent if but to show these spirits misguided how dear Civility triumphs over prideful black hearts?"

Trans: Xai, you want to wait for these two to finish beating each other to a pulp, and then we can fight an orderly duel between ourselves and put them both to shame?

If she accepts...:
"Lest your eyes deceive you, mark them nowish. Both simple millers gone to get their wish. Their wish to inflate themselves and eat glory, which is myth without wisdom. You join me in martial performance honorably met. Demonstration and example we will set to people with simple hearts and kind souls led off to darkness like orphans fed coal. What should be this blessed night? Hail Desna we fight for the queen of good and delights."

He is long-winded and confusing, like most foreigners from Taldor, our Julen.

Liberty's Edge

Male Aasimar Male | Hunter-2 | HP: 18/18 | AC: 18/T:14/FF:14 | BAB: +1 | Init: +4 | Perc: +10 | Fort +3/Ref +6/Will +4 | CMB +2/CMD 15

Oh! I can strike again. got confused there for a bit.
Eagle, PUNCH!: 1d20 ⇒ 181d3 ⇒ 3

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