Rise of the Runelords PLus (Inactive)

Game Master Shadow Bloodmoon

Rise of the Runelords Plus is a campaign based on the adventure path of the same name, with features added from other modules and paths.


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Whether fortune, fame or both, all of you have reached points in your lives that it's time for something different. Something new. A way to define yourself and your place in this world.

First Group:
For the past few days you and the rest of the town of Sandpoint has been getting ready for the upcoming Swallowtail Festival, a celebration of Desna and her ascension of the butterfly as her symbol and herald. Whether you have lived here for some time or are just passing through, all thoughts are on this festival and everyone you have spoken to is excited about it.

Well, maybe not everyone. Some of the local nobility has been rather vocal about how much the new church has cost the town to rebuild. Again.

Nonetheless, the morning of the Festival brings much activity and the naysayers are quickly forgotten or simply ignored. You find it impossible to sleep in with all the ruckus and set about your morning rituals, whether simply rolling out of bed into your clothes or actual prayers and rotes of personal care.

Blinking against the early morning sun, you find yourself among a bustle of people, all preparing for the festival. The sights and sounds and smells assault your senses while you decide where to go first.

The Rusty Dragon and other inns have set up tables for their foods to be sampled, Savah and other sales proprietors have set up their wares for your perusal and several games of luck and skill are being readied as well. All of this is occurring in the town square in front of the new church.

Second Group:
Another Sky Citadel in Varisia! What are the chances? Slim to none if you ask almost anyone else, but no, not the lords of Janderhoof. At least one on particular. Guildmaster Kessle Ironshins has it in his mind that somewhere along the west coast of Varisia is the remains of a Sky Citadel forgotten about in the old records. Whether it's true or not remains up for debate, but his gold is as real as his zeal, and that is where you came in.

Whatever extensive contacts he had, Ironshins found the lot of you in Janderhoff and decided that it was your dwarven cunning that would be able to find it, along with the help of a misplaced orc, a gnome trickster and a halfling that knows more about traps than any of the local kobolds do.

The travel west was mostly uneventful, but the caravan master decided that after a quick stop in Magnimar, there would be time to spend in Sandpoint before heading up to Riddleport to find your contacts.

That's where you find yourself this morning. Sandpoint is a mess of activity and as your caravan master explains, they are preparing for a festival to honor the goddess Desna. When you step off into the town square, you can see many tables of food, wares and kiosks for games of skill and chance being prepared. The caravan master tells you all to go and enjoy yourselves, he plans on leaving in the morning.

This is where you all can begin to mix and mingle and enjoy the upcoming festival...


Male Half-Elf 1 Alchemist Stats

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Male Human (Kellish) Cleric 1

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Male Dwarf Dungeon Rover 1

This festival looks like it'll be a good party. Not really in any rush to get to Riddleport. I doubt that it'll lead to anything especially interesting, but it'll keep me busy for a while. Beats going home and getting on with this whole betrothal business at least.

Interesting town sign. There's a mirror on it? Let's just check the beard... Yep, it's still rocking. Right, let's see what sort of tavern this town has. Need to join the party. Or start it if need be.

Oi! You there! Where's the tavern? It's dead boring traveling all day, and I need a beer!


Male Dwarf Bard (Archivist) 1
Trackables:
HP: 10/10, BP: 5/5; 1st: 2
Combat:
Init: +0, Perc: +2, F:2, R: 2, W: 4, AC: 11

At the call, Boshak looks looks up from perusing a stand containing "rare" books."

"Hmm? Ah yes, a tavern. Let's see..." Boshak looks up and to the left trying to recall information about Sandpoint. "Well you are in luck, this place is stock full of ale and taverns. Walk in a direction and you'll find one I'm sure."

Waving him off, he turns back to the merchant and stats bluntly,

"These books are no more rare than a burnt steak."

And with that he walks off in search of more interesting items.

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Varisian) Oracle 1 (Life) | HP: 9/9 | Fort: +0 | Ref: +1 | Will: +2

Zenovia Marilis having arrived yesterday has stowed most of her gear away in her room at the rusty dragon inn and put on a dress with bright colors of the Varisian people. The dress is revealing enough to show some skin and some of the numerous tattoos she has as well as those viable on her face. She wears some bracelets, necklaces and earrings as well as a holy symbol of Saranae. She is well prepared to mingle with the crowds and take part in the numerous celebrations in Sandpoint. She is most interested to see the new church being opened up to the public having heard of the tragedy years ago of its destruction.

She works her way through the streets of Sandpoint, occasionally taking a look at the various street sellers, stores and landmarks as she heads toward where the action is. After all, she has plenty of time to take in the sites before heading to the main event.

(OOC: Suffice to say she's not carrying her armor, shield and most of her weapons at the moment (They are at the rusty dragon). She has no cause to believe anything will go wrong at the celebration. The only weapon she has is a dagger tucked away in case of an emergency. The way she sees it, it would be rather gauche to go to a celebration in full armor and weapons to a celebration.)


Male Human (Kellish) Cleric 1

Saif peruses around the activities, getting the odd look on occasion but more often a warm smile. Lovely town. And a beautiful day as well. He stretches, basking in the warm light. "Sarenrae smiles on us today." He jerks when he hears shouting, spotting a Dwarf asking for a tavern, another 'assisting him'. Chuckling, he steps over to the loud one.

"There is a lovely tavern just near the south bridge called the 'Rusty Dragon,' friend. Mayhaps you start there, yes?" He offers the dwarf a smile as warm as the suns rays as he informs him this. "I've been staying there for a few nights. If you're travelling through, I highly recommend it."

Scarab Sages

Male Gnome Sorcercer 1, fey bloodline. AC 12, Life 9/9, R 1, W 1, F 3, perception +1

Titinambule arrives in the city with a very big smile on the face. He closes his eyes and takes a breath. Salt and sea sprays, fine food and heady wines. Laughter and shouts of joy comes to his ears.
Hum, what a lovely place. Don’t you agree with me my companions?

He opens his eyes and turns his face in direction of the caravan. Without really waiting any answers, he turns again in direction of the city and begins to walk of an assured step.

People can see a gnome not really sturdy but plump. He wears a flashy robe, with purple, red, blue and pink. In his head, sit the biggest hat ever seen on a gnome, with feather of a lot birds, even an ostrich and a peacock. A badger walks close by him, without any bride. Nor bride also for the donkey that follows him, weakly loaded.

Come on Hairry Harry, come on Big Ears. I’m sure fame is waiting me in this city. And Desna thanked for it, this carnival in her honor is an opportunity I cannot refuse.

COME ON Ladies and sirs, boys and girls. The marvelous Titinambule arrived.

And Titinambule start to run the show in the street, telling some of his best jokes, using prestidigitation to perform minors magical tricks, like take out a rabbit from his hat, take out a copper coin from the ear of a kid, changing the color of the fur of Hairry Harry in yellow, then white, then blue, then rainbow.


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A rather large crowd, mostly of children begins to form around a very garish gnome. Cheers and gasps of delight abound.

It seems as though most people are prepared for the festival and the games have started to accept challengers.

A makeshift advertisement board is hung above a table marking the food and drinks made at the Rusty Dragon, a serving girl waves the dwarves over. "You don't have to go far to sample these wares gentlemen," she says holding up two large mugs.

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Varisian) Oracle 1 (Life) | HP: 9/9 | Fort: +0 | Ref: +1 | Will: +2

Before Zenovia leaves the tavern, she looks interested at the Gnome and his illusions. She claps and cheers to his performance, most entertained by his tricks of the trade. "Well done. You are indeed marvelous in your art mister Titinambule."

Sovereign Court

Half-Orc Druid 1 - HP: 11/11, - AC: 16/T: 12/FF: 14 - Perception: +6 F: +6/R: +4/W: +6 - CMB: +3 - CMD: 15, Init +4, Speed: 20ft

Kerak strolls the streets, looking for a tavern that looks like it needs to hear more about the Crab King and his deeds. "Step aside for the Crab King and his King Crab!" Kerak demands as he makes his way through the bustling crowds.


Male Human (Tian) Monk 1

A foreigner in a foreign land. Liu Feng, a displaced native of the expansive lands of Tian Xia, stuck out like a sore thumb in the small town of Sandpoint. He had made his way from Magnimar only a few days earlier and before then gossip had suggested the wildest possibilities. He was a tall man with a clearly defined frame. His robes covered him as was appropriate however the power in his limbs was quite obvious. With a shaved head, a well groomed visage, and a sun-kissed body from travel the man had struck a lot of curiosity within the locals. Liu Feng stood with the square where the festival was being held, one hand clutching a set of prayer beads, as dark eyes surveyed the gathering festivities with an attentive gaze.


Male Kobold Cavalier (Beast Rider/Gendarme) 1

Galt has been observing things very carefully as he wanders around the festival. Every activity, the organization, the atmosphere, even the new church. He was intrigued by it's design and construction; a church in a kobold settlement would be odd, but certainly make it more inviting.

Oh yes. A kobold society. Galt was a kobold wandering around a human settlement. His short stature and green scaly skin, combined with the human-sized longsword hanging off his back, made him an odd sight around the festival. But his general manners and interest in the festivities made him a strange, but generally acceptable visitor.


Knowing not many would be interested in a card reading on Festival Day, Nar'a had dressed in the outfit Ameiko had insisted she wear; a traditional Verisian tunic and dress. She liked the way the vouminous skirt flowed around her legs, so she wansn't too annoyed at her friend's dogged persisitence.

Leaving her house, Nar'a made her way down to the 'Square, entering the tumult of people. Acknowledging the occasional shouted greeting with a wave and a smile, Nar'a meandered through the throng, tasting this or that, stopping to chat briefly with a friend or acquanintance.

Stopping a moment at the crowd's edge to catch her breath, she caught sight of one of Sandpoint's newest visitors, and possibly most interesting; the kobold.

Dodging a crowd of dancing festival-goers, Nar'a managed to reach Galt's side, "Well met, Galt. How do you find our festival ? Probably as strange as I found it the first time!"


Male Dwarf Ranger 1 (Skirmisher)
Kror Stormshield wrote:


Oi! You there! Where's the tavern? It's dead boring traveling all day, and I need a beer!

Kurgan, a few steps behind Kror, let's out a guffaw.

"Its only 'cuz I don't keep yappin' like you do! And fer Ghorum's Sake, slow down! You young bucks move too fast for an old timer like me!"

He is glad to have the company of another dwarf. And an ale sounds perfect to wash away the dust from the road.


Male Kobold Cavalier (Beast Rider/Gendarme) 1

Galt stopped, looking up at the young lady addressing him. Did he... know her? She seemed to know him, but then again, he was a kobold among a town of humans. It was fairly easy to distinguish who he was. No, be polite. How did Sir Edrick put it? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Besides, a guide would be helpful.

"Familiar, and yet odd. If that makes any sense." Galt replied, folding his hands and bowing to the taller woman. "Born a kobold, all this festive behavior seems counter-productive. Sharing is... not natural for my kind, as I have seen. But being raised by my master, Sir Edrick, I've had much of that trained out of me. It's... strange."

Galt held up a scaly clawed hand to shake Nar'a's and formally make her acquaintance. "I must confess to not recalling your name, milady. Perhaps you could refresh my memory? Being the only one with scales in Sandpoint, everyone knows of me, but I have several hundred faces to recall, and I lose track occasionally."


Male Human Ninja/1

Zhang Hong jumped from the side of the caravan's wagon as soon as it had come to a near stop.

From the town of Sandpoint originally, the youth had met with some trouble a few years earlier when he had been discovered attempting to break into the Scarnetti manor.

The fact that he was distantly related to the Kaijitsu's had kept him from ending up in a cell, but it had been decided that he would join a traveling caravan not too long after that.

He hadn't had too much to say to the traveler's on the caravan, but when they did speak to him, he was full of talk about running his own caravan and how much gold he was going to fill his pockets with. It was hard to pin down exactly what his title was, but he seemed to be a little bit guard, a little bit cook, and a lot bit "go-fer" for the caravan master.

His broad Tian Xia-ish (?) features had broken into a grin the second he saw the town. Now, he tugged his rucksack from the wagon and slung it over his shoulder. Tied to it was his katana, a shortbow and quiver and his leather armor. He's dressed in a green vest that leaves powerful arms bare, a pair of trousers and rough sandles.

He waved, "Goodbye, Master!" he waved to the caravan master as he trotted up the hill. He clapped Kror on the shoulder and pointed down a street. "The Rusty Dragon is that way. Keep going till the smell of spice gives way to the smell of horse sh&t!" he called with a laugh before trotting up the hill towards the new cathedral and the booths there, looking for the one that is run by the Rusty Dragon, hoping to spot his 'cousin' Ameiko.


F Half-Orc Scarred Witch Doctor 1
Kurgan Dorigsson wrote:
Kror Stormshield wrote:


Oi! You there! Where's the tavern? It's dead boring traveling all day, and I need a beer!

"Its only 'cuz I don't keep yappin' like you do! And fer Ghorum's Sake, slow down! You young bucks move too fast for an old timer like me!"

Burma, a few steps behind Kurgan in turn, addresses both of them

"You dwarves and your... beverages. I don't know what could possibly be so grand as to warrant such praise, but frankly... anything would be better than these... garish displays...

She gestures to the carnival games and gaudy clothing

"...of excess. A strong, bitter drink may do well to keep me focused. I'm with you, Kror."

Burma is a tall, grey-skinned half-orc dressed in tattered brown clothing, save for a clean-looking red sash that wraps her stomach. The flesh of her arms are covered in ritual burns that her companions would know is half the source of her power, the other being the grotesque mask of charred wood she keeps in her backpack.


Male Dwarf Dungeon Rover 1

Garish displays are fun! That's the entire point!

Kror takes both of the mugs from the serving girl at the table, and quickly downs the first.

That's actually pretty good beer you have there! You have some more for Kurgan there? He complains less about my youthful exuberance when he's drinking.

After setting down the empty mug, Kror starts slowly drinking the second, while wandering over toward the game tables. These look like fun. This stop was a great idea!


F Half-Orc Scarred Witch Doctor 1

(to Kror) "What it is is a distraction."

(To the serving girl) "I would like one bitter ale, please."

Scarab Sages

Male Dwarf Gunslinger Guntank: Spd:20, Init:3, AC:17, T:13, FF:14, 1 cold and fire resistance, 14/14 HP, Fort:5(Hardy), Ref:5, Will:2, 1/1 Grit, 5 Perc, Darkvision

Kane walks in, deciding what to do, he takes 10 on his perception making it a 12 to make sure an accident isn't waiting to happen, after all an accident is how he died in the first place.


Male Dwarf Alchemist

Getting off the merchant wagon, Dacar spends some time in the crowds enjoying the celebration. As he wanders towards the table of food, he notices his companions find a bar and go in for a few drinks. Well then, pulling a flask free from its standard place on his bandoleer. Giving it a shake and hear very little, he opens it up to find a dash or two. Taking its final swig, Guess it need to be topped up,

Replace its cap and placing it back in its place of honor in his bandoleer he heads to join his travel companions.

As he enters he notices that there's a large crowd, moving past a strange bird headed man, he finally finds his companions. Ok you travel weary companions of mine, who do I have to push around to find a seat at this table? With a hardy bark of a laugh he passes the serving girl a gold piece. A round for the table, the best it can buy for all of us. with a wink and a whisper Keep the rest for yourself.

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Varisian) Oracle 1 (Life) | HP: 9/9 | Fort: +0 | Ref: +1 | Will: +2

Getting no clear response from the Gnome, Zenovia leaves the Rusty Dragon and proceeds to travel through the town looking at various shops and sellers and landmarks that catch her attention.


Male Dwarf Bard (Archivist) 1
Trackables:
HP: 10/10, BP: 5/5; 1st: 2
Combat:
Init: +0, Perc: +2, F:2, R: 2, W: 4, AC: 11

Boshak didn't get very far before realizing that it had been a whole hour since he had a drink. Having heard someone mention the Rusty Dragon, he decides to check it out. Walking in he finds it bustling with people, a long with most of his traveling companions.

He yells to the nearest barmaid,

"One mushroom ale if you got any!"

At a strange look from a nearby patron, he explains.

"It's a dwarf drink. We dwarves are raised by mushrooms."

As the quizzical look on the patrons face deepens, he realizes his mistake.

"We weren't raised by mushrooms. We were raised beside mushrooms. They are as much a part of us as our beards." He points to his braided beard. "Not saying we are part mushroom, just that... know what, I'm not drunk enough for this conversation."

He goes and finds a place to sit.


Male Half-Elf 1 Alchemist Stats

Cedric sits in the Rusty Dragon with a cup of ale in front of him. He adds a few other liquids and powder into his drink and after a small puff of smoke appears he looks satisfied and take a sip. "Ahh, That did the trick." He smiles and continues watching the newcomers enter.

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Male Gnome Sorcercer 1, fey bloodline. AC 12, Life 9/9, R 1, W 1, F 3, perception +1

As he amuses the crow, Titinambule notice a varisian woman who compliments he.

Regrettably, he’s very busy by his tricks, prestidigitations and others jokes. Sometimes, he dances even, especially two steps and folk dances, at least some steps. He have a public to seduce, and show must go on.

He tries briefly to smile to people interesting he can notices, people who doesn’t appears like peasants or commoners. Conquers a large part of the city is valuable, indeed, but conquers others travelers and adventurers can propagate his fame in others cities.

And now ladies and sirs, a riddle for you. Specially elaborate by cunning ermits of distant vudain. A lot of people tried in vain to resolve it, and failed. Some tear away hair, others ask even gods to obtain the answer. And me, Titinambule the marvelous, master of this riddle, I offer you this riddle.
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If you think your clever than all this people, don’t hesitate to give me the answer.
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Are you ready?
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Really ready?
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Sure?
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Ok, let’s try.
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Why did the chicken cross the road?

He he, you were warned.


F Half-Orc Scarred Witch Doctor 1
Dacar Ghrunt wrote:

Getting off the merchant wagon, Dacar spends some time in the crowds enjoying the celebration. As he wanders towards the table of food, he notices his companions find a bar and go in for a few drinks. Well then, pulling a flask free from its standard place on his bandoleer. Giving it a shake and hear very little, he opens it up to find a dash or two. Taking its final swig, Guess it need to be topped up,

Replace its cap and placing it back in its place of honor in his bandoleer he heads to join his travel companions.

As he enters he notices that there's a large crowd, moving past a strange bird headed man, he finally finds his companions. Ok you travel weary companions of mine, who do I have to push around to find a seat at this table? With a hardy bark of a laugh he passes the serving girl a gold piece. A round for the table, the best it can buy for all of us. with a wink and a whisper Keep the rest for yourself.

I appreciate the gesture, Dacar.

She pauses.
A round of what, exactly?


Male Human (Kellish) Cleric 1

Saif watches the people head towards the Rusty Dragon, smiling. He, however, lingers around and spots an odd Gnome entertaining a group of folks, mostly children. He steps over and watches the person do some tricks. And then that question!

[/i]Hmm... I feel like I should know this... But I have never really dealt with chickens...[/i] He raises his hand meekly, trying to get the attention of Titinambule. "To lay an egg?" He prays to Sarenrae that he didn't sound like a fool.


Male Human Ninja/1

Hong threads through the throngs of people as he winds his way up towards the new cathedral. He grins at the antics of running children, occasionally nodding to someone that he knows, occasionally getting scowled at by people that know of him.

Finally, he locates the makeshift sign above the Rusty Dragon's booth and heads over. Hoi, Cuz! You seen Ameiko? he asks one of the serving girls as he looks around for the owner. Not seeing her, he doesn't seem to perturbed.

He sets his rucksack down and digs through it, eventually pulling out of it a package wrapped in brown paper that is about the size of a brick. Give this to her when you see her, yeah? he says, handing the girl the package. He grins when she looks at him questioningly, It's spices. I picked them up in Magnimar. She should be able to make something out of them! he tells her before closing up his back and shrugging it back onto his shoulder. Tell her Hong is back! he says, waving to the booth as he heads towards some of the game tables and contests of skill.


Male Dwarf Alchemist
Burma "The Tusk" wrote:

I appreciate the gesture, Dacar.

She pauses.
A round of what, exactly?

I left that up to the bar maid, just enjoy the drink Burma, or do you prefer "Tusk" I never did find out why people were calling you that?

Dacar looks around to see what else this bar has to offer as he waits for a response


Male Human (Tian) Monk 1

The town square began to fill up with more villagers and travelers who were arriving for the start of the Swallowtail Festival. Liu Feng clicked his prayer beads together, his eyes shifting between the various people arriving. The monk spied Zhang Hong with a sense of intrigue, recognizing him easily out of the crowds of Varisian, Taldan, Ulfen, and other Golarion natives. His people were a rarity here but from listening, he suspected he was not the only one present from Tian Xia. He approached the booth of food and drink under the sign of the Rusty Dragon.

"Excuse me," Liu spoke to Zhang in Tian. "Where are you from, stranger?" He kept to the eastern tongue, his dark eyes focused on the man as you plied him for answers.


Male Halfling Rogue/1 (Trapsmith Archetype)

Slipping down from the wagon Sativon immediately does his best to blend into the crowd of children that gathered around the gnome.

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

He gives a tug on his golden-brown topknot, and smiles as the gnome's illusions and minor magic make for a great distraction. Sativon begins to scan the larger crowd for any law enforcement, and also for a suitable mark.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

In a hushed whisper he thinks aloud. Ahhh, the luck of the halfling, to arrive in wonderful Sandpoint on the day of a festival. On his weaving way through the crowd of children he pats one on the head and smiles.

Scarab Sages

Male Dwarf Gunslinger Guntank: Spd:20, Init:3, AC:17, T:13, FF:14, 1 cold and fire resistance, 14/14 HP, Fort:5(Hardy), Ref:5, Will:2, 1/1 Grit, 5 Perc, Darkvision

Kane is watching what is going on, he is studying his future allies carefully.


Galt Ironscales wrote:

Galt stopped, looking up at the young lady addressing him. Did he... know her? She seemed to know him, but then again, he was a kobold among a town of humans. It was fairly easy to distinguish who he was. No, be polite. How did Sir Edrick put it? You catch more flies with honey than vinegar? Besides, a guide would be helpful.

"Familiar, and yet odd. If that makes any sense." Galt replied, folding his hands and bowing to the taller woman. "Born a kobold, all this festive behavior seems counter-productive. Sharing is... not natural for my kind, as I have seen. But being raised by my master, Sir Edrick, I've had much of that trained out of me. It's... strange."

Galt held up a scaly clawed hand to shake Nar'a's and formally make her acquaintance. "I must confess to not recalling your name, milady. Perhaps you could refresh my memory? Being the only one with scales in Sandpoint, everyone knows of me, but I have several hundred faces to recall, and I lose track occasionally."

"Apologies, my name is Nar'a. I've only live here for two years, even so I forget what it was like to be new here as well.I'm one of only a few Shoanti in the town, so looking different is natural to me. "


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As the lot of you enjoy the festival, drinking and eating the finest foods and ales that Sandpoint has to offer, perusing the locals for easy pickings and avoiding the multitude of guards keeping close watch, you notice that the crowd seems to be migrating towards the pavilion set up in front of the new church.

Those who approach notice several well dressed men and women climbing up onto the stage. As they make themselves seated, one, a woman with short cropped reddish brown hair and a fine green tunic approaches the podium. She smiles at everyone and puts a hand up to silence the crowd.

"Welcome to the Swallowtail Festival!,"she says, excited. "Today, all of Sandpoint is here to celebrate the rise of Desna from her Earthfall. I see many faces here, Savah the armswoman, Madame Vishki, Ven Vinder, and, wait, is that..no.. Larz? Larz Rovanky? Wow, you know this is going to be a great party when Sandpoint's most famous curmudgeon shows up!" Much of the crowd laughs and the man she is talking about, an older Varisian man with darkened hands from years of tanning, gives her a stern look before disappearing into the crowd. She only smiles and continues.

"For those of you who are not residents of our wonderful town, we welcome you to enjoy all that Sandpoint has to offer. You have come at a great time in our history. We are also celebrating the opening of a new church, built by our own hands and we are very proud of it. We.. what? Oh, sorry. It seems I could go on forever describing the wonders of our home, but if I do, you won't be able to see them for yourselves. So, without further wasting of precious time, I leave you in the capable hands of Sheriff Belor Hemlock."

As she leaves the stage, a man of obviously Shoanti descent arrives to the podium. He is wearing chainmail armor and has a sword strapped to his side. He clears his throat before speaking in a more somber tone. "Thank you Mayor Kendra Deverin. It is my duty to remind all of you to be safe out there. We, the town militia, will do our best to help you have a safe and enjoyable festival, but we can only do so much. With that in mind, there will be a bonfire this evening. Please keep an eye on your children and yourselves should you become drunk enough on Hagfish ale to forget that fire burns. Now, I would like to have a moment of silence to remember those who we lost in the fires that took our previous church." He bows his head and so does most of the crowd. He doesn't say much more as he leaves and a rather garish individual takes his place. A short man with solid black hair that contrasts heavily with the purples, greens and yellows of his outfit takes the stage.

"I'm not Lonjiku Kaijitsu, though he was going to be here, he got ill. Sick of fun. Oh the irony.." The crowd murmurs and giggles at the joke. "Aaannyyywayys... I, Cyrdak Drokkus, arguably the most fun man, no, I am the the funnest man in town, I came here to party. Didn't you?" The crowd cheers. "While I invite you to enjoy all we have to offer, make sure you come and visit the theater, because I have a surprise. Magnimar has loaned us their own Allishanda!" A gasp goes across the crowd. "She will be playing the role of Avisera in our production of the Harpy Queen. If you're lucky you might see her here today!" He pantomimes looking into the crowd for her. With that, he leaves and a man wearing the robes of a Desnan priest takes his place.

"Welcome to Sandpoint everyone. I am Father Abstalar Zantus and it is my great honor to welcome all of you to join me in celebrating Desna's great blessing upon us. Now, without further ado, let the Swallowtail Festival officially begin!"

With that, a cheer erupts from the crowd and it quickly disperses to the calls of several gamesmen, salesmen and charlatans all selling their wares.

"Test your might!"
"Finest armor in the land!"
"Ale from the East!"
"Fresh picked spices!"
"Real Thassilonian scrolls!"

You have about an hour or so before noon, where a sign says that the next event will occur.

Sovereign Court

Half-Orc Druid 1 - HP: 11/11, - AC: 16/T: 12/FF: 14 - Perception: +6 F: +6/R: +4/W: +6 - CMB: +3 - CMD: 15, Init +4, Speed: 20ft

"What's the prize for being the strongest man in Varisia?" Kerak asks of the man advertising the apparent test of might.


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--The man bows at Kerak's approach. "My lord Crab King, you are the strongest in Sandpoint, but if you wish to prove it, you will win your silver piece back and nine more of its like. "

Sovereign Court

Half-Orc Druid 1 - HP: 11/11, - AC: 16/T: 12/FF: 14 - Perception: +6 F: +6/R: +4/W: +6 - CMB: +3 - CMD: 15, Init +4, Speed: 20ft

"Ha! You have a wager! Grip, keep this man honest!"
Grip clacks his claws together and his eye stalks look around quizzically, but he has no idea was Kerak just said.


Male Human Ninja/1

Hong turned in mild suprise at being addressed in Tian. He grinned beneath his wide straw hat at the monk. "Ho! Me?" he asks, giving the other man the once over, "Sandpoint!" he tells
Liu Feng in heavily accented Tian before he continues in Varisian

"My family is from Magnimar. A few generations ago from Minkai though. But I take it you're more recently from farther away?"

The broad shouldered young man is quickly distracted by one of the contests, this one having balancing beams above some water filled pits.

Hong nudges Liu Feng, "Care for a little contest of skill?"


Male Human (Kellish) Cleric 1

Saif makes his way towards Father Zantus, humbly lowering his head towards the man who no doubt is wiser than he. "Hello, good sir. My name is Saif al-Din. I have traveled to this nice town of yours on news that your temple here shall have a shrine to the Dawnflower. If I may be so bold as to propose an idea, I would like to be the one to consecrate the shrine to Sarenrae. If it isn't much of a bother..." He keeps his eyes lowered in deference to the older man, almost as if he was still a slave and the man his master.

Grand Lodge

Female Human (Varisian) Oracle 1 (Life) | HP: 9/9 | Fort: +0 | Ref: +1 | Will: +2

Zenovia being a liker of the history of old Thasalonian people being a descendent of them herself heads over to where she heard about the scrolls to inspect their knowledge and authenticity,


Male Half-Elf 1 Alchemist Stats

Having followed the crowd to the opening speech Cedric then proceeds to check out the stands starting with the scrolls. Curious to see whats written in the and if they are as real as the proclaim.

Scarab Sages

Male Gnome Sorcercer 1, fey bloodline. AC 12, Life 9/9, R 1, W 1, F 3, perception +1

As the speechs of mayor and others officials break the attention of the crow, Titinambule stops to perform his buffoneries. Instead, he keep a close eye on hairry harry and begins to visit the attraction. Thassilonian scrools sounds terrible, but less than the spices. It's a long time since he try new fragance and sensation.

So, he decides to examine the fresh picked spices.

Hello mister. I'm interrested by this spices. Can you tell me more? Specially how do you choose the good time to harvest it.


Male Halfling Rogue/1 (Trapsmith Archetype)

Sativon uses the distraction of the Swallowtail Festival's opening ceremonies to scan the crowd for a heavy purse, on the belt of a less than perceptive person, who happens to be as far away from any guards as possible. He also makes sure to keep an eye out for the dwarves, Burma, Titinambule, and Kane who were his companions on the caravan. He thinks, it would be a terrible shame for me to leave this crowd without having found something of value.


F Half-Orc Scarred Witch Doctor 1
Dacar Ghrunt wrote:
Burma "The Tusk" wrote:

I appreciate the gesture, Dacar.

She pauses.
A round of what, exactly?

I left that up to the bar maid, just enjoy the drink Burma, or do you prefer "Tusk" I never did find out why people were calling you that?

Dacar looks around to see what else this bar has to offer as he waits for a response

Well, you are always the late riser if I recall, you must not have seen my morning meditations. I would show you now, but this isn't exactly an appropriate setting. Suffice to say," She pats her backpack with one hand, "If we encounter any unpleasantries tonight, you'll see for yourself."

"And I would prefer Burma—my real name—from you, though I don't mind the alias much at all. It is fearsome."

When she recieves the drink from the barmaid, she frowns at the mass of foam and tries to avoid getting it in her mouth as she samples the ale.

"Could be more bitter, but it is fine."


Savage Rifts RotRwT

@Kerak- The gamesman quickly takes your silver piece and says,"Alright, step on up." He shows you a giant boulder, easily twice the size of Grip. Strength check please.

@Saif- The priest takes your hand in both of his. "It is an honor to meet another of the faithful. While this church is meant for Desna, we do have shrines already prepared inside to worship Sarenrae, Shelyn, Gozreh, Erastil and Abadar. That being said, I would welcome you to help us consecrate the Dawnflower's shrine once we open the church."

@Zenovia- Make a Knowledge History check as you peruse the scrolls

@Titinambule- The man steps up to you, smiling, "Well good sir, I don't do the picking myself, my wife does, but I imagine since it is near harvest season, now would be the best time to pick the freshest herbs, yes? Would you like to sample a bit of bayberry? Maybe some coriander?"

@Sativon- There are a few merchants not manning booths and tables in the crowd. One in particular seems to be spending a lot of coin on spices. He is dressed in finery you've only seen in the likes of Magnimar's elite..


Male Dwarf Ranger 1 (Skirmisher)

Kurgan finishes his ale, and tells Kror he will wander the square for a bit.

On his way out of the inn, he stops at the bar to see if a room is still available.

He quietly strolls around the square, until he finds a small empty bench. He sits, and proceeds to sharpen his waraxe.


Male Kobold Cavalier (Beast Rider/Gendarme) 1

"Nar'a... a pleasure to speak with you, milady. I am glad to meet someone who understands--" The kobold goes silent immediately as the stages were taken by the mayor.

Galt listened carefully to the introductions on stage, turning to look up at Nar'a when the sheriff takes the stage, before looking back. With the announcements finished, Galt begins to walk up to the stage, hoping to get a better word with the Father. Galt was... intrigued.

"Erm... pardon me, Father... Zantus, yes? I'm enjoying the sights and sounds of your magnifcent festival. But something caught my attention: there was mention of a previous church and... a fire. What happened to it?"


Male Dwarf Dungeon Rover 1

Kror wanders around the square after the speech, eventually stopping to watch the man with the pet crab proving his strength.

That's a nice big rock there! What's the test? Throwing? Juggling? Hah! There we go! How many boulders can you juggle?


Male Halfling Rogue/1 (Trapsmith Archetype)

The din of the large crowd, the heft of the merchant's purse, and the thrill of testing his fate are too much for Sativon; he succumbs to the temptation. As carefully as possible he sneaks up on the Magnimar merchant, and attempts to purloin his purse from his belt. He'll then use the crowd as cover and do his best to nonchalantly sneak off, hopefully entirely unnoticed.

Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

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