Rise of the Runelords Table 2 (Closed)

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Table 2!


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Thanks very much for the invite! Looking forward to some fun times ahead...


Sandpoint.
The Swallowtail Festival.
It's been years since the Festival was held properly. Ever since the last Church burnt to the ground, the Festival was focused more on the town healing and rebuilding. Now, however, the Church is complete. The Church is dedicated to Desna, but all good and most neutral Gods have a place in the new cathedral. The town has come together for a Swallowtail Festival the likes of which hasn't been held for a hundred years.

It's 9:00 AM. Notable members of the community are set to give speeches to kick off the festivities. You all have decided to attend the Swallowtail Festival together. Some of this group, you are better acquainted with than others, but you are looking forward to making new friends, especially today.

The speeches are to be given in the square in front of the Church, and the turnout is respectable, to say the least. There are several carts that have been set up by peddlers of food and drink, though they've not started offering any yet, waiting for the festival to officially begin.

The four keynote speakers each deliver short speeches.Mayor Deverin's friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone's amusement (except Larz's). Sheriff Belor Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with her dour mood, her reminder to be safe around the evening's bonfire, and her request for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their
lives in the fire that claimed the town's previous church several years ago. The next speaker is scheduled to be local nobleman Lonjiku Kaijitsu, but a sudden illness has prevented him from attending the ceremony (this isn't something that surprises the locals, given Lonjiku's well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals). Sandpoint's own showman Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd's mood back up with his
rousing anecdotes. He delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap of the long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self­ promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening to check out his new production of "The Harpy's Curse," revealing that the lead role of Avis era the harpy queen will be played by none other than the famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up to give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.

At this point, you are free to do as you wish. There are several games to partake in, such as tug-of-war, balance beam contests, weight-lifting, hide and seek, chess, and foot races. There is also a plethora of food and beverage, all for free. Several merchants have stalls set up, offering a variety of their wares.

At noon, the Swallowtails are scheduled to be released, but you have several hours until then to spend as you wish.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

Dot for now... and Thankyou GM


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Standing quietly watching as the speeches draw to a close, the man, known to his new companions only as Lackspell seems almost bemused by the activity around him. He watches as people begin to drift away from the square in front of the Church in search of the amusements of the Festival. Although not quick to do so, eventually he starts to wander around the Festival.

His worn travel attire and long leather coat, combined with his glum expression mark him out as a non-local. He wanders around for some time without really participating at all, just watching. He does not join in the games, he does not try the food, he just wanders, and watches.

Eventually though, it is the children that mellow him. Watching their joy at this day of food and games seems to ease something within him and he even starts to smile a little at times. Wandering around he begins sampling the food and drink on offer (though avoiding any alcoholic drinks). Then he starts moving among the merchants stalls, browsing around to see what is on offer.


Not much is actually for sale today. Most of the merchants are busy assisting with serving food and drink. There are some notable exceptions, however.
Nisk, a local alchemist/potion maker, has a stall as well as a game. He has several potions for sale, and a blind tasting game. For one gold piece, you get to choose a random potion from a rack. If the potion ends up being magical (you can taste the potion a bit to find out), then you get to keep it. There potions and the ampules containing them all look the same, and he warns you with a mischievous grin that some of them will not be too tasty, though none will he harmful.

Savah, a local weapon merchant, has an axe throwing range set up. If anyone hits the target, they will get a ten percent discount on their next purpose from Savah's Armory.


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Lackspell smiles with interest at Nisk's stall. Looking over the goods on offer for a moment, he turns to Nisk and holds out a gold piece and says "Let us see how my luck fares with your tasting game my friend. Surely on such a day as this, Desna will smile on me."

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

It goes without saying, but Praetor Ryswell attends the festivities with his armor and weapons donned, polished, and sharpened. Ever vigilant, the Dawnguard never rests. Praetor stands amid the crowd listening to the speeches, but his attention is on the crowd itself, not the speakers. He looks for anything out of place and for any signs of danger within the crowd.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

If anyone in the crowd strikes Praetor as particularly suspicious, he uses Detect Evil (class ability) to determine whether or not they are a threat to the townspeople.

If there is no threat, Praetor searches the festival for a refreshing drink to cool him inside his hot and heavy armor, and then seeks out games of strength. The weight lifting game strikes his fancy, but before participating he stands nearby and watches other participants first.


Lackspell:
Random Potion: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
The potions are completely indistinguishable from one another, but from some stroke of luck, Lackspell tastes one and feels invigorated. As an alchemist, he immediately knows it's a potion of Cure Light Wounds.
Nisk Potion Possibility: 1d100 ⇒ 23
It is a normal potion of Cure Light Wounds. Nisk happily hands it to you, clapping his hands.
"Ah! Lucky this time! Got the healing, not the heat! One of those is so spicy you'll try to dunk your head in a bowl of milk! Remember, for all your potion needs, NISK! Come find me any time!"

Praetor:
No one in the crowd seems to be doing anything other than enjoying themselves, and even if you use Detect Evil, nothing really pings you as such.
As far as the weight lifting game, there are a series of rocks on the ground, each of varying size. If you can lift the small one, you can try the medium. If you can lift the medium, you can try for the big one. The largest one, if you can lift it, will net you the prize; a lapel pin in the shape of a burly arm! Other participants have varying degrees of success. Some are not able to lift any of the rocks. Most can lift at least the smallest. A couple of people are already sporting the lapel pin, and people are speaking with them excitedly, praising their strength. You can roll a Strength check if you wish to participate. The small and medium rocks will pose little challenge for Praetor, but you will have to make an effort for the large one.

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

Praetor stretches his back and arms, then rolls his neck until it cracks.

Strength: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Dang it!

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona is leaning against a post a bit outside the main crowd during the speeches. A group of people this big makes her uneasy but she's able to hide her emotions under a thick layer of subterfuge. She takes one last large drag of her cigarette and then rolls it between her fingers, burning it away into ash and letting the light wind carry it away.

As the crowd disperses into the festivities, Chrona moves towards a vender of fine clothing and jewelry.

"Ooo I just love these stones!" she coos to the man working the stall as she walks up, batting her eyes at him. Chrona rubs one of the reb/black stones between her fingers. "They remind me of magma, and how they seem to move in this sunlight! You must let me try it on." she says more for show than an actual question as she picks up the necklace and don's it. "So, how do I look?" she asks after a quick spin.


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Lackspell looks pleased with his luck and says "Thank you Master Nisk, truly Desna smiles. Then he glances around the stall again. "I wonder though, do you have any

Alchemist's Kindness:
Description - Favored by young rakes and others of means, this is a crystalline powder resembling salt. Mixed with water, it makes a fizzing cocktail that eliminates the effects of a hangover within 10 minutes of drinking it. - Book Price 1gp per unit
in your stores? I'm sure it will be a popular item among some here today and I would like to buy a couple of doses of it if you have any."

OOC:
What time of year and what sort of day have we got? Is it a crisp spring morning or a hot summer day?

Grand Lodge

Female Human Rogue Lvl 2 (HP 21/21 | AC:18 | T:15 | FF:13 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+7 | Will:+1 | Init + 6 | Perc + 6 | Stealth + 9)

The sound of a dog barking near her haystack woke Ren from her slumber.

Perfect! Not only was it a very comfortable night’s sleep, but the farmer’s dog was kind enough to wake me up.
As the dog grew closer, she rummaged in her pack for one of the few remaining strips of jerky.
This should calm the poor thing.. Ren thought as she extracted herself from the haystack.
The dog stopped a couple yards before her, still barking, until she tossed the jerky right in front of it. As the mutt sniffed it she pulled out her backpack and quickly moved across the farmer’s field back to the road.

With the energetic gait of one who was used to long walks, she moved quietly down the empty road. She was dressed head to toe in ill matched leather armor that peaked out under a travel-stained cloak. Her dark hair was cut short, and the back was ragged where she had hacked at it blindly with her knives some weeks ago. She wore a small backpack under her cloak and a well-worn scabbarded short sword balanced a quiver of well-made arrows at the sides of her thin waist.

She was a willowy young woman, her face clean but rather plain, and her skin well-tanned from long exposure to the sun. In fact other than her odd dress and hazel eyes, that were constantly moving, she seemed rather forgettable. It was only on those rare occasions when her face softened into a smile that anyone had even told her she was pretty.

As she rounded the corner and got her first glimpse of Sandpoint, one of those rare smiles most definitely was not on her face. In fact it was a look of shock and fear.
So many buildings, all so close together… There must be hundreds of people there! The thought of so many people all in one place was terrifying to her.
It was with great reluctance that she took the next step.

Attending the Swallowtail Festival will be good for you her mistresses gravely voice echoed in her head.
Alana, I’ll never understand how meeting some group of strangers will be good for me. Still in spite of her fear she continued on slowly walking toward the gates to the town.

About a half mile out of town, her fear got the best of her and she ran off the road to hide near the riverbanks. There she watched the road and waited hoping for some sign of what to do.

It was not long before the road started to fill up with carts. Whole families, including little children and babies seemed to be coming in from the outlying farms to see this festival. Seeing the children put Ren’s mind at ease…. a bit. Maybe, just Maybe, it’s safe there…

Deciding to be safe, Ren hid her backpack, half her money, bow and arrows near the riverbank Hide Items(stealth): Take 10 + 7 = 17 then quietly slipped back onto the road. She fell in behind one particular large family group and before she knew it was swept into the town.

The town was both terrifying and wonderful at the same time. Buildings much nicer then she had ever seen stood all around her, people talked and chatted with nary a fight breaking out, children ran between houses and the women wore such beautiful dresses! It was simply amazling and she took it all in with wide eyes.
But the crowd, oh the crowd! There were so many people around; she couldn’t keep track of them all! A pack of children ran by and she had to leap out of their way nearly bumping into another man. (Something she was sure would have gotten her stabbed) As she neared the square over which the amazing cathedral stood, every sense screamed for her to run, leave this madness and get safe.

Still the smell of roasting food, the laughter of children and the lure of seeing so many people together all acted as a siren call to keep her from leaving. Heart pounding, and eyes searching everywhere for signs of trouble she made her way around the square near the edge of the crowd looking for the group of people her mistress told her to meet.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

As he waits to see if Nisk can fill his order, Lackspell continues to watch the festivities going on all around him. Feeling more relaxed than he has in some time he suddenly finds himself whistling along to a popular folk tune being played by a halfling musician with a flute a couple of stalls down from Nisk's.

With a startled expression he breaks off. A smile starts to creep onto his face and then falters and falls away. With a sigh, he removes his wide brimmed hat and runs his fingers through his brown hair before jamming the hat back down on his head.

OOC:
Another question for you. I am assuming that Lackspell arrived in town yesterday. Thus he must have stayed somewhere - preferably somewhere that can also stable his donkey. What are his choices for accommodation and how much did it cost for last night?

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

Embarrassed by his utter failure at the game of strength, Praetor laughs at himself as his cheeks turn red. He is typically confident and proud, but his strong personality has disappeared.

Great impression you've made, Praetor.

His attention turns to food and drink. He searches the vendors for a cold juice and a spicy bit of food to calm his appetite and nerves.


Lackspell:
You are able to purchase up to ten units. It is the Autumnal Equinox. The day is lovely. Not too hot or cold. Your donkey is stabled at The Goblin Squash stables. You are staying at The White Deer. Don't worry about accounting for that cost currently.

Chrona:
Make a Diplomacy check. If you don't have Diplomacy, straight Charisma.

Ren:
No problem hiding the items, and no one searches you or accosts you. You are able to spot the people you're looking for, engaged in their activities.

Praetor:
The men in the contest give you a good natured pat on the shoulder. "Ah, clearly the other two tired you out! Come back later and try again, you'll get it for sure!"

There's a plethora of fare for you to slake your appetite. The best by far comes from Ameiko Kaijutsu, proprietor of The Rusty Dragon, a popular tavern.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

My earlier post got eaten.. I edited my original post

Arkon will be there in full getup all the better to make a savage impression with and it kinda suits the festive spirit

Orz accompanies him and loves the scrathes and pats of the many children that stop to play with the little dinosaur

Arkon will first stop at the games of chess to practice those things he is not best at as well

Int check chess: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

He will then move onto his favourites the tug o war and lifting games

Str for tug o war: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Str Strength contest: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Lackspell looks pleased to discover that Nisk has what he wants.
"Thank you Master Nisk. I will take three doses if you please."

Assuming the standard price he offers over 3 gold coins in payment. If Nisk is asking more then he will attempt Diplomacy to haggle the price back down (though it really is likely to end poorly)
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7

Slipping his purchase and his winnings into a couple of pockets in his long coat he says to Nisk "I wonder master, what can you tell me of the Sandpoint Devil? I have heard talk of it from as far away as Magnimar. So many stories seem to contradict one another that I cannot tell what it truly is, but surely such a famed monster must be a thing of wonder and value. Do you know anything of it?"

EDIT: - Lol, I knew he'd be dreadful at Diplomacy :)

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

"I think it really complements my black leather," Chrona continues with the jewelry vendor.

Diplo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

"I need a cold, sugary drink and something warm to settle my stomach. Spicy if possible. Oh, and perhaps an apple for my horse?" Praetor asks Ameiko Kaijutsu as he reaches into his coin purse to pay for the items.

Once the food and drink are in hand, he wanders over to the merchants' booths. Moments ago he noticed an Ifrit, a beautiful fiery spirit that piques his interest having never met one in person. He finds her at a jeweler's booth admiring some stones.

"Beautiful stones for a beautiful lady." Praetor compliments the Ifrit, then turns his focus to the jeweler, "It's as if they were meant for one another. Surely you must agree."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

But when he opens his mouth, juice dribbles down his chin. He wipes it away, then says to the Ifrit with a smile, "My name is Praetor."

Grand Lodge

Female Human Rogue Lvl 2 (HP 21/21 | AC:18 | T:15 | FF:13 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+7 | Will:+1 | Init + 6 | Perc + 6 | Stealth + 9)

Ren takes one glance at the food but the fear has her stomach twisted in knots.
Instead she makes her way over to Orz and watches in wonder as the Dino plays with the little childen.

As Arkon finishes his tug of war contest she shyly approaches him.
Excuse me sir she says says faintly.
I really like your Beast. Can I pet him?

She says all this without lifting her eyes to ever meet Arkon's eyes, instead quivering as if to leap away at the first sign of violence.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

Orz gleefully snuggles against Rens leg...

Arkon turns to see who is addressing him and sighs a little at Orz antics

"Umm I think that means yes"

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona laughs at the mess Praetor makes of himself, "It's a pleasure, gallant Praetor. My, you must be the strongest of everyone here!" She lies to coax his ego.
Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Though she is unsure if he takes it as truth or as flirting.

"I'm not sure of it though.." she takes off the necklace and lays it back down on the velvet rest. "Thank you sir, I'll think on it and may venture back."

Swirling she takes Praetor's arm and whisks him away into the crowd. "I could use a drink, something hard! Let's play some of the games!" she spins in front of him, her blonde hair fanning out in a circle. "I've never been to one of these!" she tells him with playful eyes.

Diplo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

Gods help me, she must have seen my pathetic display of strength earlier. Praetor does his best to distract her before he becomes embarrassed again.

"I know just the place for a drink." Praetor directs the Ifrit back to Ameiko Kaijutsu's booth, and does his best to act as though he was not there moments earlier. "A drink for the lady. Whatever she wants. A juice for me." He gulps down the juice he was holding quickly before the server hands him another.

She'll have me wrapped around her finger by nightfall. Wild, fiery, she embraces the livelihood I have worked so hard to tame in myself.

Praetor pays for their drinks and is sure to tip the server, a thinly-veiled attempt to show his generosity.

"There is a hulking Oread by the tug-o-war game. I'd love to test my mettle against him, if you'd join me." He makes his way to the games, a beaming grin on his face.

"You look like a fierce competitor," Praetor pats the Oread Arkon on the shoulder, "care for a game of strength?"

Grand Lodge

Female Human Rogue Lvl 2 (HP 21/21 | AC:18 | T:15 | FF:13 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+7 | Will:+1 | Init + 6 | Perc + 6 | Stealth + 9)

Ren pets Orz gently and seems to calm a bit but still periodically
glances around nervously.

He looks big, but he can not be that mean if he trains his beast to be so good with children.

Focusing on Orz rather then the crowd around her she softly asks:
What's its name?

She seems about to say more but retreats to the other side of Orz without waiting for an answer when she sees the knight approaching.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

Arkon observes the care she shows Orz and the questions implicit in her gaze

"His name is Orz and we have been together about 10 years now, we train them in my homeland to protect children from other small and swift dinosaurs. They are brought up alongside children and love and adore them, he'd probably protect them over me. "

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona gets a shot of Absinthe. When it's placed in front of her she snaps her fingers over it, causing it to spark into flame. She watches Praetor's face for a response and then downs the flaming alcohol.

"Thank you so much!" she says as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve. The drink settles her nerves a little and she sizes up Praetor again, at first she saw him as a naive mark but perhaps there's something more interesting there...

Placing the glass down she cracks her knuckles, "Sounds like a fun challenge, and don't count me out! I might surprise you!" Chrona gives him a teasing smile.

Once they're next to Arkon and Ren, "What a darling friend!" Chrona explains as she kneels down next to Ren and Orz. Speaking to Ren, "He..She..um, seems to like you!" 'How do you tell a dinosaurs' gender...?!'

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

"Orz is a he and he is my life long companion"

Says the hulking man standing just off to the side watching

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

"Care for a game of strength, sir?" Praetor asks Arkon with a smile as he puffs out his chest to match the Oread's massive size "Tug of war perhaps?"

He notices Ren half-hiding behind the Oread and his dinosaur companion and shoots her a smile. "My name is Praetor Ryswell, initiate of the Dawnguard," he says with a bowed head.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Grand Lodge

Female Human Rogue Lvl 2 (HP 21/21 | AC:18 | T:15 | FF:13 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+7 | Will:+1 | Init + 6 | Perc + 6 | Stealth + 9)

Ren looks up but not high enough to meet Chrona's eyes.
Dropping her gaze she says.
He's not mine Mistress.

But he does seem nice....

Looking in Praetors's direction she mumblesRen sir.

Focusing back at Orz she says in a louder voice.
What does he eat Sir? If you want I could try to find something for him while you and the Master Praetor play tug of war.


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Standing in front of Nisk's stall, Lackspell notices the Paladin who he met briefly in the inn the night before standing at a stall with another powerful looking man and an exotic looking woman. It takes a moment for him to notice the second woman, bent down to pet some sort of animal and partially obscured by the bulk of the Paladin in his armor.

Interesting, he thought to himself, an adventuring party perhaps? I wonder if they are here looking for the Sandpoint Devil too?

Almost without thinking about it, he started drifting slowly in their direction, stopping a couple of stalls away from them to sample some food when the scent of it dragged at his attention. As he ate he continued to consider the group.

The girl's pet is interesting, I don't know what it is. Some sort of bipedal lizard? Goodness there is so much to learn. I didn't talk to the knight about the Devil last night did I? I don't think I did, we only met for such a short time. Surely that must be what they are here for. What else would a party of adventurers be doing here.

Realizing that his thoughts were leaping about a bit he took a deep breath to calm his mind as he removed his hat for a moment to run his hand through his hair before putting the hat back on. Absently, he sampled some more food from the stall in front of him, not really even tasting it as he watched the group.


Anyone who wants to tug of war; you guys can form a team and go against another group. Everyone involved can roll athletics, and I'll tally up your totals!

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

Praetor takes the rope in hand and looks to Chrona, then Ren.

"Which one of you wants to be on the winning team? he asks with a grin, then laughs at his own joke.


You can also go up against NPCs...plenty of people are enjoying the simple competition!

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona laughs and jumps up to grab the rope.

Bluff (Sincerity): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"You're going to find out, I'm much stronger than I look!"

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

"He's probably full already but meat and yes let's go he says to Praetor

Arkon will accompany them to the grounds and compete as a team with them

Athletics: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona digs in.

Athletics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

lol, a team of natural 1's!


I love it

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

Athletics: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Praetor can hardly contain his laughter and his stifling half-plate slows him down.

This is not their full strength, both lost their footing.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

I had three rolls in a row over different games of 1.. good times

Silver Crusade

Male Human Paladin of the Dawnguard (2) | HP 24/24 | Speed 20/30 | AC 19 : F +10 : R +4 : W +7 | CMB +7 : CMD 17 | Init +1, Per +1 | Check -7 | Smite Evil 1/1 | Lay on Hands 3/3 | Active Conditions: None
Extra:
Gauntlet (+7/1d3+5/*2), Short Sword (+7/1d6+5/19-20/*2), M. Greatsword (+8/2d6+7/19-20/*2), Javelin (+2/1d6+5/*2/30ft) | Dip +8, Heal +5/7, Ride +5, HA +7, Perf +7 | S +5, D +1, C +3, I +0, W +1, Ch +3

We've all been there. It will get better!

Grand Lodge

Female Human Rogue Lvl 2 (HP 21/21 | AC:18 | T:15 | FF:13 | Fort:+3 | Ref:+7 | Will:+1 | Init + 6 | Perc + 6 | Stealth + 9)

Ren heads over to the food venders by walking around the edge of the crowd.

The crowd still terrifies her But I got to pet a real live dinosaur!

She goes looking for some meat cooked in a way she has never seen before.


The three of you pull against another team and..
Tug-of-War: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

You have no problems beating the opposing team! A scrawny older man with glasses applauds you, handing you all blue ribbons.

Ren:
Ameiko Kaijutsh had on offer many exotic delicacies. The most popular seems to be a raw fish, wrapped in seaweed and prepared with various spices and sauces.


Male Human Alchemist (HP 16/18 | AC:14(18) | T:12(14) | FF:12(14) | Fort:+5 | Ref:+5(+7) | Will:-1(-2)
Status:
Init: +2(+4) Perception: +4 Bombs: 2/6 Conditions:

Lackspell finds himself a seat where he can keep an eye on the three adventurers as they are indulging in their tug-of-war.

He is not making any particular effort to be stealthy about this, but he is staying far enough back to not intrude on their revelries while he considers his next step. It really doesn't occur to him that they would notice him or that they would be interested if they did.

Strange, he thinks to himself. They seem so ... carefree? I don't understand it. Nobody at the Aca... ah no, don't even think that ... Nobody there was ever like this. I assumed that this is what all adventurers would be like. How odd. Hmm, the mint in that pie was delicious. I wonder if I could somehow add mint to my potions - they do tend to taste awful. I must do a test at some point and make sure I could add something like that without spoiling the potion.

With that, he takes a leather bound notebook from the satchel on his shoulder and starts making notes in it about possible flavorings for potions. For several minutes he is completely absorbed in this, all thought of the adventurers forgotten.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

Arkon clasps and cheers with his team-mates at their Victory

When handed the ribbon
"Thankyou elder"

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona picks herself out of the dirt, sighs and pats the dusty stuff off. 'Good thing I'm wearing black..'

She accepts the ribbon with a smile and inspects it inquisitively. "What do I do with this?" she asks Arkon and Praetor after the old man is out of ear shot, which sadly for him wasn't very far at all.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

Offhand Arkon remarks to Chronas words

"Whatever you wish, it's just a token of victory"

Arkon then takes a good look at Chrona

"Are you an Elemental kin like myself? Fire i'd say."

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

Chrona neatly folds the ribbon and then holds it at her side.

"That is correct, from a proud Infernal line." she says with her head high and a cherry disposition beaming at Arkon.

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Everyone believes she is kin of a strong family, and why not? "I'd swear you are made of stone! It's delightful to make the company of another Elemental, what brings you here?"

Perception 10:
You see ash flakes lightly drift behind Chrona, then notice her hands are both empty.

Grand Lodge

Oread (Mostly Human) Druid 1 (Saurian Shaman) HP: 24/24|AC:19|T:13|FF:16|CMB:+6|CMD:18|Fort:+5|Ref:+3|Will:+7|Init:+2|Perc:+9 |Stealth+8 Wildshape 0
Orz:
Orz Velociraptor 2HD HP: 30/30|AC:21|T:15|FF:16|CMB:+2|CMD:16|Fort:+6|Ref:+7|Will:+2|Init:+4|Perc:+5 |Stealth+12

"Gozreh desires strong servants and I have been sent to enhance my strength with knowledge at the temple and to show others the way of Gozreh. I am not much of a teacher, but I can show my worth."

After he has finished speaking Arkon seems to catch to something that Chrona said "Infernal bloodline? Is that not of the lower planes?"

Dark Archive

Female Ifrit: Infernal Bloodline Eldritch Scion Magnus 2 | HP 17/17 | Speed 30ft | AC 15 : T 13 : FF 12 | F +5 : R +3 : W +2 | I +3 : P -1 : B +9 : In +8 : K(P) +4 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | EP 4/4 : BH 1/1 : S1 2/2 : HS 3/3 | Active conditions:
Shortcuts:
[dice=Scorching CI MW Longsword]1d20+4[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d8+2+1[/dice] [dice=Scorching Rapier]1d20+3[/dice] [dice=Damage]1d6+2+1[/dice] DC 13 DC 14

With a sultry smirk Chrona shifts her weight to her left side, resting her hand on her hip above the twins hilts of a rapier and long sword.
"Why yes it is, the plane of Fire has always had a loving relationship with the lower planes, but don't worry I'm not cruel like some of my siblings." 'Except for when I get my hands on Ralxik..' "We can't pick our family though, I couldn't tell you how many times a good-loving zealot has tried to run me out just for being related to some pit-lords. No empathy, you could imagine the look on their face when I tell them Hell is more hospitable than how they're acting!"

Bluff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

'You're pushing your luck.. change the subject..'

"Do you have any fun stories from the Plane of Earth?"

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