Rise of the Runelords: Anniversary Edition ran by DM KLS (Inactive)

Game Master KyleS

The Glassworks


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Silence. Darkness. Nothingness and void are all that are to be had. It would seem that everything that had existed has ceased to be and that that shall be is to be created. All of the sudden from what seems like the depths of nowhere, a beautiful but warped voice beckons out of nowhere. "COME TO ME, COME TO ME AND MAKE YOUR DESTINY EASIER!" Instantly a flash of light that appears so intense, anyone would agree that they believed they would now be blind as it's intensity lowers until sight can resume.

Can I get a perception check from everyone please?


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Why am I suddenly reminded of Talice in the morning?


Male Human Ranger 1 | HP 11 | AC 18 | T 14 | FF 14 | CMD 17 | Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Sense Motive +2

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13


Male Halfling Fighter(Cad)/Unchained Rogue | 15/15 HP | 17 AC | 11 Touch | 14 FF | 14 CMD | Fort 5 | Ref 4 | Will 1 | Init 3 | Perception 6 | CS

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11


How much did I drink..?

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 5


Cian:

Spoiler:
As the intensity of the light comes down, you find yourself come to be immersed in a warm, flickering orange light. Despite the warm feel to your skin, the aura doesn't come off as warm as what sounds like muffled screams surround you.

Artemis and Vanya:

Spoiler:
As the intensity of the light comes down, you find yourself come to be immersed in a warm, flickering orange mist. However the mist is still too thick to easily identify the shapes that are both still, yet moving around. It is clear to see though where ever you are, there is a state of panic as screams can be heard.

Ithylia, Triel, and Jack:

Spoiler:
As the intensity of the light comes down, you find yourself come to be immersed in a warm, flickering orange mist. Through the mist you see many moving shapes and shadows, while shapes that seem to look like building seem to dance with a sporadic orange light at the top. Screams and slight cackling is heard all around you as it is obvious that where ever you are, this is not a state of peace.

Once again, you hear the voice and it's distorted, angelic tone call out "Come to me, and I will give you your destiny and show your fate!"

Each of you are separated as far as you know, however you are welcome to make any other skill check to determine what is going on or currently happening.


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Triel listens to the voice calling out, shrugs her shoulders, and makes sure her helmet is securely in place before moving forward.

That's not Gorum's voice, but then again...

Triel closes her eyes, racking her brain, trying to determine whether she's heard that voice before. The voice of some sort of demon, perhaps? Some mad deity?

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Apparently, whoever this voice is, she likely did her honors thesis on it. Assuming it's some sort of god.


Male Halfling Fighter(Cad)/Unchained Rogue | 15/15 HP | 17 AC | 11 Touch | 14 FF | 14 CMD | Fort 5 | Ref 4 | Will 1 | Init 3 | Perception 6 | CS

That sure isn't normal

I draw the greataxe.
Who or whatever you are, you can come to me, I've got a present for you

I intimidate the disembodied voice. intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

Ithylia looked around seeing the shapes move around before noticing the building in front of her. It was only moments later she heard the voice again, and tried to locate its source. She was curious about where exactly this place was and who was calling her.

To Locate the Voice
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

To try to understand where she is and who might be calling her
Bardic Knowledge: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12 +8 making a 17 instead if Knowledge(Local)


Male Human Ranger 1 | HP 11 | AC 18 | T 14 | FF 14 | CMD 17 | Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Sense Motive +2

Artemis pulls his longbow off his shoulder and then says, "What if my destiny hasn't been written? Or if my knowledge causes me to fulfill that destiny? No, I think I'd like to go back home now."

Perception again: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Intrigued, Vanya ignores the screams and the panic. "Are you some form of Oracle? Are you my own mind?" Her feet stay planted in place regardless of her curiosity.

Very Thomas Covenant here...


"Destiny, huh? Well, I don't care what it is! Show me, you disembodied specter!" he says boldly, magic welling into his hands, just waiting for the words to shape it...


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

Ithylia was debating about whether she should try to find an entrance to the building. Perhaps that was the location of the voices source?

But then there where the dance like movements of the shadows. She could tell it wasn't a happy dance, but perhaps that could be fixed with some happy music. But that ment not going into the building just yet. Decisions, decisions.


Triel:

Spoiler:
You recognize that this isn't the voice of a divine being.

Jack:

Spoiler:
The drawing of your great axe doesn't create any effect.

Ithylia:

Spoiler:
Though the place does seem to look vaguely familiar, the haziness of the area makes it tough to identify.

Artemis:

Spoiler:
What clear now becomes extremely hazy and tough to even identify anything.

Vanya:

Spoiler:
You see a wide shape that stands about as tall of a human woman, the left side firm while the right side seems jagged, frayed and limp.

Ithylia, Triel, Jack:

Spoiler:
You notice a blonde woman, who appears beautiful with no actual features holding in her right hand up in the air a body that appears shredded and hacked up, very much lifeless. However the body appears very familiar to you in an erie way.

Everyone roll me a Will save.


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20(+2 if an enchantment effect)= 22


Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11


Male Human Ranger 1 | HP 11 | AC 18 | T 14 | FF 14 | CMD 17 | Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Sense Motive +2

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Artemis begins to become more agitated as his view of his surroundings becomes increasingly worse.


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

Will Save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 (+2 vs enchantments)

Ithylia cocked her head to the side, raised an eyebrow and pondered.


Male Halfling Fighter(Cad)/Unchained Rogue | 15/15 HP | 17 AC | 11 Touch | 14 FF | 14 CMD | Fort 5 | Ref 4 | Will 1 | Init 3 | Perception 6 | CS

Jack brings the axe down to his side upon seeing the woman
Who are you, golden haired maiden?

Will save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19 If it is a fear effect I get a +2 so then 21.

thank you dice rolls


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Will!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9


Cian and Artemis:

Spoiler:
As you hear the voice speak once more, an object from now where begins to appear in the shape of what seems to be a ragged body.

Vanya:

Spoiler:
As you hear the voice speak once more, the right side of the shape moves at a fast pace and comes towards you, the shape revealing itself to be a ragged and frayed body.

Ithylia, Triel, and Jack:

Spoiler:
As you hear the woman speak, she throws the lifeless and mutilated body at you.

"You shall come to me, see your destiny, and meet your fate as the rest OF THEM SHALL TOO!!! the voice screams out as the body becomes horrifyingly clear to you. The mutilated corpse is you. As soon as your corpse blocks all other vision, the harsh feel of daylight pierces your eyes as you are woken up.

Cian, Artemis, and Vanya suffer a -2 penalty to Will saves for the rest of the day in light of seeing themselves as a mutilated corpse be flung at, well, themselves.

RISE OF THE RUNELORDS

Chapter I: Burnt Offerings
The coastal town of Sandpoint has faced few trials and dangers over the course of its forty-two year history, but unfortunately, that is all about to change. Unknown to the town’s founders, they chose to build their community over the ruins of an ancient stronghold once used as laboratory and prison, a place where horrific experiments and unholy explorations into what divides man from monster took place. These are the Catacombs of Wrath, a place where arcanists explored and perfected the stolen arts of life shaping and flesh warping, one of several such sites used by Runelord Alaznist’s apprentices during Thassilon’s height, When Thassilon fell, these catacombs went dormant, but the one buried under Sandpoint was not fated to stay that way.

Part I: Festival and Fire
For five years, the faithful of Sandpoint have attended church in temporary structures erected after fire destroyed the previous temple, and while their new religious leader was helpful, kind, and wise, church wasn’t the same. Now, the new cathedral is finally done. All that remains is for the Swallowtail Festival to renew the site’s blessings from the gods and it will be as if the Sandpoint Fire had never occurred.

23rd of Rova, 4708 AR. A beautiful day has fallen upon the small town of Sandpoint. There are people everywhere along with tents and signs. The obvious signs of a festival that is occurring. A festival that has become dear to the residents of Sandpoint, the Swallowtail Festival. A stage has been set up in front of the cathedral in the center of town and a woman with short auburn hair stands in the center. Behind her sit four wooden chairs, three of them occupied. As the crowd notices her, a hush descends and all eyes turn to the stage. She smiles and begins to speak.

"Welcome! As many of you know, and for those of you who don’t, my name is Kendra Deverin and I am proud to say that I am the mayor of this fine town. It's wonderful to see so many of you here to join us on this proud day. I'd like to extend my welcome to the many new faces I see in the crowd. I hope you all are enjoying your stay here in Sandpoint and especially if it is your first visit here I sincerely hope that you're having a wonderful time. After all, today is a very large day for us and we do our best to make it such a grand delight for anyone to enjoy! And to all of the old faces I see today, thank you for coming and thank you for everything that each of you has done to keep this town strong in recent years. I see that even Larz Rovanky has torn himself away from work to join us today! It is truly a miracle from Desna herself!” There is quite a bit of laughter and many eyes are turned to a serious looking man dressed in all leather and wearing a sour expression on his face. Kendra waves to him and continues. “Oh come Larz, don’t be so down trodden, it’s a festival; you’re supposed to have fun! In any case, welcome one and all once again, to the Swallowtail Festival! Before we keep going with all the fun for right now, there are a few other people here behind me that would like to give a few words as well. Apparently I’m not allowed as the mayor to hog all the sunlight, who would’ve guessed? Without further a due, let me introduce your Sheriff, Belor Hemlock!"

A dour looking man wearing a worn breastplate and a long sword belted at his waist stands and walks to the center of the stage. His head is shaved and he his eyes are constantly moving about the crowd. He shakes the Mayor's hand and begins to speak.

"Thank you Ms. Mayor. I’m glad to see that everyone is having fun and staying safe. However, even in the heat of celebration, let us not forget the sad events that brought us to this day. And also let us not forget the souls that were lost five years ago. I would like you to all join me in a moment of silence to remember the lives that were lost in the fire that claimed our previous chapel on that fateful night.” The Sheriff lowers his head and the crowd joins him, many of them quite awkwardly as the silence persists. After the moment is over, the Sheriff raises his head and begins to speak again. “In remembering let us also not allow these events to repeat themselves. I am of the understanding that a bonfire is planned for tonight. I urge you all to observe caution during this event.” He clears his throat and smiles awkwardly. “And ummm... Well, enjoy yourselves. Let me introduce the next speaker; give your attention to Cyrdak Drokkus, proprietor of the local theatre."

He nods to the crowd and walks back to his chair, passing the next speaker who is already on his way up to the center-stage. This man is quite a contrast to the Sheriff; he is brightly dressed, sports a well-groomed goatee, and seems to be thoroughly enjoying the day. As he reaches the center stage he loosens his collar a bit, winks into the crowd and starts to talk.

"Well, thank you Sheriff for that uplifting oratory. Now I know this town has been through some hard times, but look at what we've accomplished.” He motions towards the church. “And I'm telling you, they spared no expense with this place. Father Zantus' chamber pot? Solid gold. I kid you not; our generous nobles put a pretty copper into the construction of this joint. I think the Churches even chipped in a silver or two! I even heard a rumor that all of the Gods got together and scrounged up four gold pieces to help get this thing built! But don't take it from me, the Padre over here is the one with the direct line, he's the one you want to hear from! But before I let him get things going I'd like to take this opportunity to extend my personal invitation to each and every one of you to the new production of "The Harpy's Curse" starring the world-famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda as Avisera the harpy queen! It's all premiering tomorrow evening at the Sandpoint Theatre and it is going to be fab-u-lous! And now join me in a bit of applause for his holiness himself, Father Zantus!"

The crowd cheers as Cyrdak motions Zantus to the center stage. The young priest looks noticedly abashed at the reception set up for him. He wears the traditional ceremonial robes of a priest of Desna and a shiny silver holy symbol about his neck. He smiles and tries to calm the crowd down, eventually speaking when the applause has subsided. "Ahem, thank you. Thank you, Cyrdak. And thank all of you for coming to join us on this most Holy day. Today is a day of new beginnings so without boring you with long speeches, I declare the Swallowtail Festival officially underway!"

No later than the words escape his mouth, a stage covered wagon releases a storm of swallowtail butterflies into the air as the crowd erupts in cheer and celebration, signifying that the Swallowtail Festival has begun and joys can be had!

Within the town square and along many of the streets are plenty of places to enjoy an activity or two, all available for the young and young at heart. Vendors have places set up to purchase various items, be it general goods, clothing, or just a souvenir of Sandpoint. And there stand many places to eat, allowing a taste that all of Sandpoint has to offer, each and every meal provided to anyone who wants at no cost to them.


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Vanya has been in crowds before, but this one is so alive. Especially so after that unnerving nightmare last night! Vanya shudders in a non-existent chill and tries to forget that whole experience. She wanders the crowd, watching everyone, enjoying their joy at the festival.

Vanya wanders, no particular means or goal :)


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Taking 10 for Disguise: 10+4=14
Triel watches impassively as the speeches happen on stage. Standing on the very periphery of the town square may not offer the best view of the proceedings, but it does offer her a fast escape route should the locals find out who she really is and take exception to her presence. Her grey scale mail shines in the afternoon sun, and thanks to her closed-face helmet, she could likely pass for a normal sellsword at a glance. Under scrutiny, however, her efforts will likely be in vain. Don't draw attention. Act normal.

She squints in the daylight, partially due to her eyes still not being used to the sun and partially because she's still thinking about an exceptionally bizarre dream she had during her nap on the ride into town.

Still can't get used to this blasted daylight... and that... dream? Vision?... isn't helping matters either. Note to self: never eat caravan food again. Stick with trail rations.

Triel takes note of Sheriff Hemlock as he gives his spiel. There's the man in charge of the law. Even if I could best him, he has guards that can aid him easily. Good incentive to avoid causing trouble.

As the swallowtail butterflies take off into the air, Triel can't help but be in a bit of awe. Quite pretty. Better than bats, at least.

As for the festival's beginning, Triel is content to stand and watch the other festival-goers go about having fun. However, she looks around, looking for any guards on duty at the festival and taking note of their positions.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Well, here goes nothing...


Male Halfling Fighter(Cad)/Unchained Rogue | 15/15 HP | 17 AC | 11 Touch | 14 FF | 14 CMD | Fort 5 | Ref 4 | Will 1 | Init 3 | Perception 6 | CS

Ignoring the strange woman as a result of too much drinking, Jack listens to the speeches, paying careful attention when the Sheriff speaks. Another run in with the law would probably not go as well as it had last time.

After the speeches, Jack will wander around trying as much of the free food as he can, and searching for a game where his physical might could be a boon.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

What are we perceiving? Perception!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Nothing Apparently ;) Vanya enjoys the festival!


Male Halfling Fighter(Cad)/Unchained Rogue | 15/15 HP | 17 AC | 11 Touch | 14 FF | 14 CMD | Fort 5 | Ref 4 | Will 1 | Init 3 | Perception 6 | CS

I'm perceiving for a game I can win, there might be prizes, or at least I can taught people that htye got beaten in a game of strength by a halfling.


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

I'm looking for guards on duty.


Triel: Your attempt at hiding with your face mask raises a few eyebrows at those who pass by, but nothing so much as to bring guard attention towards. As for guard positions, there's not too many armed guards around. There's a few around town officials, a couple guards that span the area of 3 or 4 vendors each (that you can see in the square anyways). They're not heavily armed either, most carrying just a long sword and wearing simple chain armor draped in the colors of Sandpoint.

Vanya: Yes, the festival does seem to be a fantastic place to be! What could possibly go wrong?

Jack: There is plenty to do that you can see, though most of the strength games seem like they would be rigged against people thinking they could take advantage, however looks from the vendors running them give you an unpleasant look as they notice you pass by.


Cian welcomed the lively buzz in the air after last night' stream. He didn't think he had drank that much, but maybe he had. Still, the eerie feeling of horror stuck with him stubbornly...

He perks up a bit at the mention of Allushanda. He had heard the name before, and had toyed with the idea of seeing one of her performances, so why not watch this one? It would be a welcome diversion from his research.

He watched the beauty of the butterflies for several long moments -Desna was a lucky goddess indeed!- before he began explore the festivities provided. Today would be a good day, dream or no dream.


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Triel takes note of the guards, then watches some of the games from her spot. Looks like the sheriff brought enough guards to keep order. Good for him.

She observes some people trying out the tests-of-strength games, smirking when she sees someone perform admirably and occasionally snickering quietly when someone fails spectacularly.


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

Rubbing her face as she woke up that morning. 'That was a strange dream.' Getting up for the day Ithylia splashed her face with some water before getting ready. Picking up her fiddle, she played a merry little jig to chase away the last of the dark thoughts. Today was to be a happy day. She had arrived in Sandport late last night with the caravan. She had went to the inn and acquired a room.

Hearing the sounds of a festival, she gathered up her things for the day. Her fiddle was in it's case, strapped to her back, and all her scarves were in place. A happy smile on her face she headed out.

Seeing the massive crowd and all the tents, she could only guess there was a festival occurring in Sandpoint. While she had been meaning to let Jubrayl Vhiski know she was in town today, she was almost tempted to wait. What was the rush anyway. Surely she could go look around the festival for a while and check in with him later. She had taken her time coming to Sandpoint in the first place, what was a few more hours, or maybe a day if she waited to meet him.

Ithylia made it to in front of the church of Desna in time to hear the opening ceremony, and those butterflies, 'So Beautiful.' Walking around she picked up a few pastries to eat as she walked. She wanted to take in the sites. Maybe she would go dance, perhaps even find a gig! Today was a day of celebration, and Ithylia liked that.


Male Human Ranger 1 | HP 11 | AC 18 | T 14 | FF 14 | CMD 17 | Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Sense Motive +2

Artemis awakens like he has many days before, shaken by his dreams. This last one, well, this last one was too real. Taking a bit of extra time to wash himself in the cold stream, he tries to forget all that occurred, or was it just a dream, last night. Luckily he and his father loaded the wagon last night and all he had to do this morning was hitch up the horses and load their clothes and they could be on their way.

Artemis sits beside his father and stares out at the forest as it fades away, giving way to the coastal area that surrounds Sandpoint. Several times during the journey, Artemis' father asks him a question that has to be asked more than once. Breaking out of his wool-gathering, Artemis looks at his father. His father Galen notes his distraction and says teasingly,"Son, I realize the road to Sandpoint is relatively safe, but still no time for daydreaming about all the girls you'll see in town." Artemis blushes furiously.

As the journey continues, the sun rises higher into the sky. The family arrives in Sandpoint with enough time to sell their load of wood, stable the horses and wagon and still have plenty of time to get to the town square before the festival really gets going. Artemis, his father and younger brother work their way through the throng of people, grab some lunch and find a good spot near the front of the crowd so they can hear the speakers.

While not as religious as the clerics or paladins that might serve their gods, the Deacon family is still very excited to be here for the dedication and for their support and donation of wood that helped bring it to completion. Galen nods at some of the townspeople that he's known all these years and even Artemis is recognized here and there. And certainly some of the younger girls have noticed the tall, lanky young man with blue eyes and short brown hair. Unlike his father and brother, Artemis is dressed in his normal attire of soft browns and greens. As a woodsman and novice ranger, Artemis feels more at home in the forests around his boyhood home.

As the speaker's begin, Artemis' attention is drawn to the dais. Like a lot around him, he is amazed at the release of the butterflies. While not a follower of Desna, his own god Erastil would be pleased with the release. And Artemis' worship doesn't exclude the other gods worshiped at the cathedral.


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Vanya is enthralled. She whispers to a stranger next to her, "That is Desna, every day a surprise, every event a portent!" She claps and giggles watching the brightly colored butterflies flitting as a cloud to the heavens. Oh, to be one of those!


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Triel winces under her helmet as she sees one strength contestant try to lift a rock half as big as he is, but gets distracted by tall, willowy, blonde half-elven lady dressed in flowing robes whispering to her about something. Something relating to Desna, if she heard her right.

"...what?"


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Vanya sees for the first time an elf wearing scale armor, and a full helm. "Hi. What, what?"

The girl is enthralled by the crowd, you know ;)


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

I noticed. :)
The armor-clad elf glances over at the blonde half-elf.

"You mentioned something about Desna."

Did she not hear me? I know it's rather noisy, but even I could hear her over all this...


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

Ithylia was practically dancing down the streets. Her face full of smiles, and her scarves flowing around her as she moved.


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

A host of sights play out before the armor-clad elf's eyes; everything from street vendors in colorful stalls to performers putting on spectacular performances. The most colorful person Triel sees, so far, is one particular blond half-elf with her hair done up in a high ponytail and wearing very brightly colored scarves- a turquoise blue one and a bright pink one around her neck, with a purple one and a bright green one tied around her waist. It's almost enough to make Triel's eyes hurt even more.

That's a lot of color. I should probably keep her around if I decide to talk to her; she'll provide a good contrast.

She turns back to the robed lady next to her, still waiting for her reply.


Male Human Ranger 1 | HP 11 | AC 18 | T 14 | FF 14 | CMD 17 | Fort +3 | Ref +6 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +6 | Sense Motive +2

As Artemis started walking around the festival, he noticed some people he'd never seen before in Sandpoint. Now, Artemis wasn't in Sandpoint a lot but these folks seemed offset from the regular townspeople. He notices a halfling with a wild look to him. He also notices the young woman dressed in what might be the exact opposite of him in terms of color.

Wandering over to the tests of strength, he watches as each person tries to lift the huge boulder. Munching on some of the festival treats he spends most of his time watching the crowd, trying to figure out what his latest dream might mean. Normally a wary person due to the constant threat from goblin attacks as well as the normal inhabitants of the forest, the dream has put him even more on edge. Finding a spot out of the crush of the crowd, he finds himself near the "butterfly" wagon.


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

The sights and sounds, the whole festival had Ithylia so excited she was practically dancing. She loved all of this. This is why she traveled. The urge to break out her fiddle and play was getting stronger but she did not give in just yet. She wanted to pick up something small to take with her, a trinket of sorts. Stopping at a booth, she started to look over the wears.

'Perhaps a new scarf? Yes, a new scarf. Then i can wear it as a reminder of where I've been.'

She started scanning the stall for scarves to see if she saw one she liked, if they had any. If there were none at this one, she would move on to the next.

To search for scarves, be it this vendor or another vendor
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Though If there are any I'm pretty sure she finds them with that roll

'Now, what kind of scarf do I want...?'


Manifest: 12/12|Female Drow Spiritualist (Fractured Mind) 9|HP: 45/63|AC: 22/14/17|Saves: +7 Fort, +6 Ref, +8 Will (+10 w/Spirit, +2 vs. enchantment, +4 vs. mind-affecting w/Spirit)|Init: +3|Perc: +14

Triel starts fingering the holy symbol of Gorum around her neck as the crowds begin to get thicker. Looking around some more, she sees a wild-eyed halfling clad in studded leather poking around the strength-testing games, a human as tall as she is clad in browns and greens hanging around by the butterfly cart, and- was that another half-elf in robes wandering around?

So many half-elves here... Hells, so many people here.


Ithylia: There's a few different vendors in the square with more in the side streets that offer scarves, each with their different prices as well.[/b]


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

'I know! A rainbow one! and a butterfly one!'

Deciding that she couldn't have just one. She headed up to a vender that had a pretty rainbow colored scarf first. "How much for the rainbow one?"

She'll go get a butterfly one next.


Ithylia: The vendor looks at you and smiles, "Normally I'd say five, but you seem new here, so I'll cut you a deal at 3 gold, does that sound fair?"


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

"Yes." A big smile graced her face. "I'll take it. Do you have any with butterflies as well?" She reached into her pouch to begin fishing out the money for the rainbow one.


The vendor smiles back at you politely with a slight sorrow in her voice "I don't have any of those, I'm sorry. One of my colleagues down that way *pointing in said direction* has a wonderful selection of animal and creature related patterning. She's learned quite a lot from Rynshinn in the last few years. A wonderful craftswoman I must say, I'm sure you'll enjoy her selection. Are you here for the festival or will you be in town for a few days?"


Female Half-Elf Bard 1
Stats:
HP: 10/10 | AC: 15; T: 12; FF: 13 | CMD: 12 | Fort: +1; Ref: +4; Will +3 (+2 vs. Enchantments) | Init: +2 | Perception: +7
Bard Things:
BP: 7/7 | Inspire Courage: +1 | Bardic Knowledge +1

"You still have many beautiful scarves. And this one has so many pretty colors. Thank you for pointing me the right way. I'll be sure to check her out." Ithylia handed over the three gold for the scarf. "I was planning on staying a while. Not sure how long yet though."


Female Half Elf Sorcerer (Starsoul) 1 | HP 8 | AC 12 FF 10 T12 | Saves +2/+2/+3 | Init + 8 | Percep +3

Vanya says to Triel, "I was saying the butterflies were beautiful, and thanking Desna for such auspicious portents. I mean, set them free and they fly to their destination, right? So, are we free to go to our destinations?" The blonde elf pauses, a bit embarassed, she puts her hand over her mouth and laughs just a little. "Oh, I hardly know you!" She proffers the same hand to the shrouded, armored elf with a sword medallion. "I am Vanyalanthiriel Giliath. Late of Riddleport. What's your name?"

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