Shalafi's Rise of the Rune Lords Group II

Game Master nightdeath

This game is GMed by Shalafi. I'm just his hireling.

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GM Marcros:
Amren Slyblade [dice]1d20+5[/dice]
Garridan Teskarova [dice]1d20+3[/dice]
Elrawien Lantherion [dice]1d20+2[/dice]
Calin Moonbreeze [dice]1d20+2[/dice]
Lokien Forge[dice]1d20+0[/dice]
Kast Phaer [dice] 1d20-1 [/dice]
Jarkralzak [dice]1d20+2[/dice]


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Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

For 5 years the faithful of Sandpoint have attended services in a temporary structure erected after fire destroyed the previous temple, and while their new religious leader was helpful, kind, and wise, services weren't the same. Now, the new cathedral is finally done. All that remains is for the Swallowtail Festive to renew the site's blessings from the gods and it will be as if the Sandpoint fire had never occurred.

It begins promptly as scheduled on the Autumn Equinox. The piazza in front of the cathedral quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive and several merchant tents featuring good, clothes, local crafts, and games and soveenirs are there to meet the attendees.


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

Purrin will look for some of the strength games (like wrestling) and have fun with the festivities.

He will be drinking whatever is being served. "Drinking and games! Who could ask for more fun than this?"


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Amren, being a devout worshipper of Desna after his run in with... Whatever that was that one time, is in attendance of the festivities. Also being a fan of money, he decides to put his skills learned as the Slyblade to good use.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the world famous knife master, known across the nations as Amren Slyblade, halfling extraordinaire! Be amazed by my dexterity, be in awe of my ruggedly handsome looks, be shocked by my small, yet surprisingly muscular physique!

He steps up onto a pile of crates, and begins twirling and juggling his daggers, first two, then three, then five at a time, constantly sheathing and drawing new ones without missing a beat.

After a few minutes, once he has a good crowd, he makes all of the knives disseapears into his hidden sheaths and takes a now, and hen begins performing various knife tricks.

Perform: Knife Juggling: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

Amren, how much $ can you make with your performance checks?


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Feom what I can tell, my check gets me 3d10 silver pieces.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

3d10 ⇒ (9, 2, 8) = 19

The people of Sandport are excited to see such a display of skill and the coin flows.

The comments and the oohs and awws are very loud.

Bravo little one a guard says.

Isn't he cute and very muscular? says a teenage girl who looks at him with the eyes of a first teenage crush.

There must be some kind of trick says one little gnome.


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

"That is amazing work, friend, but can you use them to tear things to shreds, like this?"

Finding a wood log, Purrin shreds it to pieces with his claws.

Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

Purrin notices that lots of little kids have been following him around trying to pet the big kitty (what color is he anyway). When they see him shred the tree they run away screaming into their mother's skirts.


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

Purrin has a tawny brown mane and golden yellow fur. Kind of like a walking lion.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

As long as you don't get a sword that grows and go "ThunderCats! HO!"

Poor little kids just wanted to pet the kitty, lol. Now you have scarred them for life.


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Amren smiles at the teen, and bows to the crowd, and speaks again as he finishes his show.

Good sir, a good performer knows to never share his tricks! I hank you all for the coin! Remember! I am the Slyblade, master of the hidden blade! Await my next performance, where I will astound and amaze! I won't give away too much, but there is fire and explosive powder! I bid you all a safe and fun festival!

With his show over, he joins the crowd and enjoys the festival, waiting for the ceremony to begin.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

The girl sighs in a dreamy manner.

As long as these opening ceremonies are like those in the Wrath of the Righteous


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Apply this as an edit to my post, right before Amren rejoins the crowd of people, please.

Seeing the cat-person shred the log, Amren smile and gestures widely to the crowd.

And now, ladies and gents, your next show has arrived! Feast your eyes on the strength the exotic catfolk!

As he hops off the crates, he flips one of the silver coins he made to the teen girl and bows graciously.

Now he joins the crowd, getting ready for the ceremony.


Dwarf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP: 15/15 | AC: 20/13/17 |Init: +4 | Perc: +3 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +2 | CMB: +5 | CMD: 18| W.Ham: +5; 1d8+3| Longbow: +5;1d8|
Skills:
Acro:=1| App:+2|Bluff:+2|Clim:+2| Diplo:+2|Disguise:+2|E.A:-2| H.A:+2| Heal:+2| Inti:+2|K.Dun:+6|K.Reli+3|K.Eng+6|Ling:+2|Ride:-2| SM:+2| Sleight:-2|Spell:+2|Stealth:-2| Sur:+6| Swim:-2| UMD:+2|

What a crowd for a small town Lokien wonders as he makes his way through town.

Wide rimmed glasses on on his nose, the burly dwarf moves along the stalls, seeing the wares being displayed but ultimately looking towards his destination.

The new Temple.

A crowd has gathered from where he is it seems, some kind of a performance.


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

Curious about the little fellow, Purrin follows the halfling in to the crowd.


Current Status:
HP 55/63; DR: 4/8; Initiative +2; AC/Touch/FF 21/12/20; Fort/Ref/Will 9/4/6 (+4 morale bonus vs. spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities while raging; +2 resistance vs. evil) ; CMD 24; Perception +8
|| Raging (controlled): 9/12

Helgarr strode slowly across the Cathedral plazza, taking in the sights and sounds all around her - it had been a very long trip thus far, all the way from her ancestral lands in the Storval Plateau, but she was finally reaching her first destination - Magnimar.

The younger of four siblings, having just completed her rite of passage during the last year, the young woman sports nonetheless all the distinct markings of her tribe, the Shundar-Quah, and of her people, the Shoanti - a massive frame, perfectly sculpted from years of running and hunting in the wild; her mother's dark brown eyes coupled with her father's fierce look make her stand out in the crowd.

Her short hair, and exposed neck, partially reveal one of her tatoos, not uncommon in Shoanti clans, but clearly important to be in such a prominent display. In spite of the rigid armour made of small lacquered leather plates, the clearly evident polearm and greatsword at her back, and the fully packed backpack, she seems to move effortlessly, easily carrying along the many travelling and combat implements.

Scanning the area, Helgarr feels satisfied that she heeded the advice from Gramium - her clan's shaman - regarding the path to take from the Plateau, to reach Magnimar. He had urged her to visit Sandpoint by the time of the Swallowtail Festival, sharing in the festivities, and enjoying most of the local specialities, but she knew there was more even before he had informed her...

The bustling activity was always somewhat unsettling to the young barbarian - her clan, and particularly her village home were never as filled with noise and celebration, unless a very special occasion called for it - beset on one side by the seemingly unending orcs spewing from The Hold of Belkzen, in a land where the threat of trolls, ogres and, worse of all, giants was a constant reality, the ones from the Shundar-Quah held onto survival as a way of life, and her kinsmen and women even more so, after their village had been destroyed by a giant incursion at the eastern foot of the Kodar Mountains - with many dead, they had to move away, and start everything from scratch. Everything was better now, but living with those threats had been the harsh reality of her life ever since she could remember.

Looking around at this hyperactive plaza brought a smile to her lips though, and a completely distinct carefree notion that she could not help but admire, and actually feel somewhat contaminated by. Shaking all those considerations from her mind, she decided to start paying more attention to the stalls, its curiosities and best deals, and to the people all around her - That venison seems like a perfect place to start - she pondered - White Deer... - she began reading, but immediately got distracted, realizing her hand was already gripping the polearm at her back, as she noticed first an halfling juggling knives for entertainment of the crowd, and then a muscled catlike creature crushing a log a few yards away, in a display of strength.

Most people do not seem to be particularly surprised at its presence amongst the population, so after a few tense moments Helgarr simply shakes her head with a smile - "Relax Helgarr. You are now officially in civilized lands..." - she whispers to herself, heading to the venison stall for a taste.


Male Human
Stats:
AC 33/25/22 ; Perc +0; Dip +19; Heal +5,Arc+23,Dung+18,Eng/Geog+13,Hist/Local+17,Nat+23,Planes+23,Rel+23,SpllCr+ 20

Kast smiles as he realizes his shift is almost over and makes one last patrol of his quadrant of Sandpoint. His longspear serves as a walking stick as he drags his twisted left leg along.

::pace, limp, pace, limp::

::pace, limp, pace, limp::

Mead! I finally get to enjoy the festival...and a chance to rest my leg. And mead!

Walking toward the Cathedral on this way to the food, Kast reflects on Sandpoint and his time here. Kast sees the festivities in full swing and while he loves living in Sandpoint, in his heart he knows that he will stagnate here. But these people have been true friends for all my life and the thought of leaving causes him a bit of pain.

He was not looking forward to explaining his decision to his parents, but he was now of age and should be deciding his own future. And Kast needed to get out. Needed to see the world. Needed to fight.


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

I meant that I'm following the dwarf...


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

Purrin gets distracted by the smells of food and wanders off towards the nearest smoked meats vendor.


Male Varisian 2nd level Monk | HP 20/20 | AC 16 | T 16 | FF 12 | CMD 20 | Fort +5 | Ref +7 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +7 | Sense Motive +6

Garridan admires the large crowd as he wanders about, watching folk. He had thought about setting up a table and offering to do harrow readings, but he preferred to be nearby for the blessing of the new temple.

He admires the knife skills of the halfling as the little fellow juggles his blades. He applauds liberally before his attention is diverted to the large bipedal cat who quickly shreds a log with naught but his claws. He smirks as the children go running off towards their mothers.

"Little ones!" he calls after the children, laughing. "Fear not the mancat!" With a flourish he sends a silver colored spark shooting into the air to explode into a small shower of sparks!


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

The children stop and stare in wonderment and amazement at the magic that the sorcerer supplies for their entertainment.

One of the boys, who looks to be about 6 or 7 says, Geeze Mister, that was a really neat trick! Can you do another one or something different. Can you summon a dwagon, even a little small one. We kidz playz Knights and Dwagons, and wez always the knights and we needz a dwagon to sway if we can.


Male Varisian 2nd level Monk | HP 20/20 | AC 16 | T 16 | FF 12 | CMD 20 | Fort +5 | Ref +7 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +7 | Sense Motive +6

Garridan smiles at the little fellow and kneels next to him. "I can't summon a real dragon, but I could make one for you." He winks and cups his hands together, looking around at the children. He urges them closer... and whispers a few words, then blows into his cupped hands. He opens his fingers a crudely shaped dragon made of what appears to be a clay like substance appears in the palm of his hand.

"Behold... The mighty dragon of Sandpoint! You must slay him quickly for he will disappear within the hour!" He laughs, and casts another cantrip to create the sound of clapping around them.


Male Human
Stats:
AC 33/25/22 ; Perc +0; Dip +19; Heal +5,Arc+23,Dung+18,Eng/Geog+13,Hist/Local+17,Nat+23,Planes+23,Rel+23,SpllCr+ 20

Kast limps through the streets, using his longspear to support his movements. He scans the crowds for the face he longs to see: that of Marigold Pottersmoot, his unrequited crush.

Of course he scans for danger or a random approaching orc army, but mostly he scans for fair Marigold. He, of course, would never approach her...barely talking to her at the Academy, but her face was all he sought whenever he entered the classroom or knew she might be nearby.

Marigold.

Kast limps further, seeking.

Marigold. She must be here someplace.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

The children clap and oooh and aas in amazement as the little dragon appears to move! They rush around looking for sticks to use as weapons and skip around with the enthusiasm that only a child can bring to play.


M Gnome Alchemist 1 Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7

As the Halfling finishes up his knife show a small gnome with goggles and bright blue, spikey hair looks over at him. Hey shorty, that was really a nice trick. How did you do it?


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Shorty? Must I remind you, good sir gnome, that we are both, compared to the, ah, taller races, equally vertically challenged?

A dagger slides out of his wrist sheath, and finds a home somewhere else as he speaks.

However, a good performer never gives away his tricks! You are, however more than welcome to attend my next show, and try to figure it out for yourself, though. But first, I must attend the commemoration of the temple. The lady deserves my respect and homage.

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


Dwarf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP: 15/15 | AC: 20/13/17 |Init: +4 | Perc: +3 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +2 | CMB: +5 | CMD: 18| W.Ham: +5; 1d8+3| Longbow: +5;1d8|
Skills:
Acro:=1| App:+2|Bluff:+2|Clim:+2| Diplo:+2|Disguise:+2|E.A:-2| H.A:+2| Heal:+2| Inti:+2|K.Dun:+6|K.Reli+3|K.Eng+6|Ling:+2|Ride:-2| SM:+2| Sleight:-2|Spell:+2|Stealth:-2| Sur:+6| Swim:-2| UMD:+2|

The crowd never ends!!!

Granted he was burly.
Granted he armed to the teeth.
Granted he looked intimidating.

He was a scholar for heaven's sake..........

Good thing was the crowd parted ways for him.

The heavliy armed muttering grumpy dwarf made his way to the temple following a roughly drawn guide in dwarvish...


M Gnome Alchemist 1 Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7

Actually Mr. Halfling, gnomes are the correct size. Humans, elves, and dwarves are too tall and Halflings are too short! Perhaps we can discuss this over some mead during the festival.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

At noon Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to Golarion and was nursed back to health by a blind child whom she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon's cover, releasing thousands of children of Desna, a furious storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Through out the rest of the day children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

After the swallowtails have been released, Father Zantus announces that it is now time for lunch. He provides a blessing over the food. The food that arrives is free of charge. It is provided by Sandpoint's taverns. Each brings its best dishes. this event is as much a marketing push by the tavern to win new customers as it is to feed a hungry crowd. It soon becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is once again, Ameiko Jaijitus, whose remarkable curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mean easily overshadow the other offerings. such as the Hagfish's lobster chowder or the White Deer's venison served with peppercorn and a mustard sauce.


Dwarf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP: 15/15 | AC: 20/13/17 |Init: +4 | Perc: +3 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +2 | CMB: +5 | CMD: 18| W.Ham: +5; 1d8+3| Longbow: +5;1d8|
Skills:
Acro:=1| App:+2|Bluff:+2|Clim:+2| Diplo:+2|Disguise:+2|E.A:-2| H.A:+2| Heal:+2| Inti:+2|K.Dun:+6|K.Reli+3|K.Eng+6|Ling:+2|Ride:-2| SM:+2| Sleight:-2|Spell:+2|Stealth:-2| Sur:+6| Swim:-2| UMD:+2|

The Sermon was wonderful and the releasing of the butterflies rightfully symbolic, the food though was heaven brought to the material plane. He had never had such delightful morsels as Lokien slowly picks his choice of delicacies placed before him.


M Gnome Alchemist 1 Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7

Sitting next to the dwarf is the gnome with spikey blue hair and goggles. You gonna eat that? the gnome asks eyeing the salmon on the dwarf's plate, I hear that dwarves would rather eat beef and pork and mushrooms rather than fish. Speaking of mushrooms, do you have any idea where I might find some?


Dwarf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP: 15/15 | AC: 20/13/17 |Init: +4 | Perc: +3 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +2 | CMB: +5 | CMD: 18| W.Ham: +5; 1d8+3| Longbow: +5;1d8|
Skills:
Acro:=1| App:+2|Bluff:+2|Clim:+2| Diplo:+2|Disguise:+2|E.A:-2| H.A:+2| Heal:+2| Inti:+2|K.Dun:+6|K.Reli+3|K.Eng+6|Ling:+2|Ride:-2| SM:+2| Sleight:-2|Spell:+2|Stealth:-2| Sur:+6| Swim:-2| UMD:+2|

Spearing the Salmon, Lokien looks at the rather interesting gnome.
"You heard wrong then and no mushroom hunting isn't my forte, I'm afraid."
He speaks slowly and clearly perhaps due to the salmon.


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Amren takes a seat beside the curious gnome as well, and eats his favorite dish of time time from the Rusty Dragon.

My friend, the food is free, hassle not our quiet dwarf and go refill your plate from the wagons.

He spears the last piece of salmon and chews slowly, contemplatively.

Hey, while you're up, wanna fill my plate too?

He grins as he speaks, obviously jesting.


M Gnome Alchemist 1 Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7

By watching the gnome you can tell that he has a nervous tick to him. You have hands and legs, Halfling. By the way, my name is Gnick Gnack Paddywack, brewer and apotochary of much fame. Have you ever heard of my famous belly button shrinking exlir or my mushroom and tripe flavored hangover cure?


Dwarf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP: 15/15 | AC: 20/13/17 |Init: +4 | Perc: +3 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +5 | Will: +2 | CMB: +5 | CMD: 18| W.Ham: +5; 1d8+3| Longbow: +5;1d8|
Skills:
Acro:=1| App:+2|Bluff:+2|Clim:+2| Diplo:+2|Disguise:+2|E.A:-2| H.A:+2| Heal:+2| Inti:+2|K.Dun:+6|K.Reli+3|K.Eng+6|Ling:+2|Ride:-2| SM:+2| Sleight:-2|Spell:+2|Stealth:-2| Sur:+6| Swim:-2| UMD:+2|

"Nay." An answer short and sweet as is the next delicacy Lokien picks.


Male Human
Stats:
AC 33/25/22 ; Perc +0; Dip +19; Heal +5,Arc+23,Dung+18,Eng/Geog+13,Hist/Local+17,Nat+23,Planes+23,Rel+23,SpllCr+ 20

Kast finally gets to the front of the line to get his mutton chop, something he's been looking forward to all day.

I bet if I was a true Hero of Lastwall I wouldn't have to wait in line.

He looks down at his twisted left leg and knows the odds are long, but knows that with practice and dedication, he could do it. He could be a soldier. All he needed was a chance.

Limping back with his food prize, Kast goes to hear Father Zantus speak. While eating and listening, Kast uses his height to look over the crowd, seeking his fair Marigold.


Current Status:
HP 55/63; DR: 4/8; Initiative +2; AC/Touch/FF 21/12/20; Fort/Ref/Will 9/4/6 (+4 morale bonus vs. spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities while raging; +2 resistance vs. evil) ; CMD 24; Perception +8
|| Raging (controlled): 9/12

Helgarr stares in amazement as the butterflies soar all around her, not used to the explosion of colour in comparison with the moths more common in the plateau in nighttime.

She is also taken aback by the sheer amount of food placed at the disposal of all those present, all of it for free, and in stark contrast with the spartan living of most of the Quah - the myriad of different sounds and smells make her smile, but there is one spot gathering the most of the people, so she decides to head in the same direction.

Still finishing her venison, the barbarian is drawn to Ameiko's stand and looks curiously the low stature group that stands out from the crowd, seemingly having a conversation about food and eating quite a good share of it. Approachng the stand wherever she can find some space, she addresses those tending it, after tasting the well cooked salmon - "Much more seasoned than I am used to, but the flavour is excellent - where does this fish come from friend?" - she inquires.


Male Catfolk Invulnerable Rager Barbarian 1; 16 HP, AC 17 (13T, 14FF), CMD 17, Fort +5, Ref +3, Will +0, Perc +4, Init +5, Rage Rounds 7/7, Senses: Scent

Purrin looks at some of the delicacies and finds the rarest pieces of red meat to savor, making sure to get plenty of bread to soak the juices up. Afterwards, he licks the plate clean. He avoids the ales and wines and stays with water and ciders for his drinks.


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

Ameiko responds very kindly to the Shoanti woman. We get them from the Ulfen town of Halsgaard. They really are a good tasting fish and they are preserved just right for this dish! I am glad that you like it. Here have another serving


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

When Ameiko is finished talking, Amren offers his plate back to her, and smiles as he speaks.

Um, excuse me ma'am, but you have me an empty plate! Could you please out some food on it? I'm awful hungry!

Once Ameiko recognizes him, they share a good laugh, and Amren asks

Hey, isn't Sandru due to be back in town soon? I know he won't want to miss the festival!


Male Silvanesti Elf Wizard (5)/Wizard of High Sorcery (10)/Archmage (5)

I am not sure when Sandru will be back. He almost never comes in when he says he is going to


Male Human
Stats:
AC 33/25/22 ; Perc +0; Dip +19; Heal +5,Arc+23,Dung+18,Eng/Geog+13,Hist/Local+17,Nat+23,Planes+23,Rel+23,SpllCr+ 20

Kast mosies on toward a second helping of food, this time eying the spiced salmon.

Again he waits in line to be served, mostly keeping is eyes out for Marigold, happy to bring her a plate of the delicious fare if he can.

When he earns his prized food, Kast returns to walking about Sandpoint, limping along for a bit, pausing for a few bites of bread dipped in curry sauce, then walking around more.

Mostly, he's just enjoying the town that he knows that he must soon leave.

And somewhat, he's looking for his crush, Marigold.


Male Varisian 2nd level Monk | HP 20/20 | AC 16 | T 16 | FF 12 | CMD 20 | Fort +5 | Ref +7 | Will +2 | Init +4 | Perc +7 | Sense Motive +6

"That's because Sandru is at best a rakish knave." Garridan says with a large smile on his face as he takes a generous helping of Ameiko's salmon. "Ameiko, this smells delicious as always!" He looks down at the little fellow near his waist for a moment. "Amren! Glad to see you back in Sandpoint again!"


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Ah! Garridan! I was wondering when you would show up to break all the ladies' hearts'!

He looks as though he's about to say something else, and then changes his mind. He takes another huge bite of salmon and then introduces Gnick Gnack.

Hey, this here's Gnick Gnack, he's some kind of famous alchemist or something. I dunno the dwarf's name, but he's alright. Gnick, this is my old friend Garridan. We go way back.

As he speaks, a huge swallowtail lands on the pommel of one of the daggers strapped to his back, fluttering its wings softly.

Oh yeah, Garridan, later, I wanna ask you something. Something.... strange happened when I was in the buried tower out by Old boulder Creek a few days ago. I don't feel.... comfortable talking about it here.


M Gnome Alchemist 1 Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7

The gnome takes a look at both of you. There was no movement from there to here in a long manner. How can you go a long way back when he met you here and you were here? he asks with a slight grin as he uses his nervous energy to wipe the lint off the halfling's clothing. Much too much lint here. Maybe I need to invent something that will pick up the lint.

Looking at the newcomer, Hello. he says as he begins to examine the sorcerer for lint.


Current Status:
HP 55/63; DR: 4/8; Initiative +2; AC/Touch/FF 21/12/20; Fort/Ref/Will 9/4/6 (+4 morale bonus vs. spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities while raging; +2 resistance vs. evil) ; CMD 24; Perception +8
|| Raging (controlled): 9/12
Shalafi2412 wrote:
Ameiko responds very kindly to the Shoanti woman. We get them from the Ulfen town of Halsgaard. They really are a good tasting fish and they are preserved just right for this dish! I am glad that you like it. Here have another serving

"Thank you" - Helgarr nods, accepting the second serving - "Do you have an establishment here in Sandpoint where you sell this same dish? I would make sure to visit, before leaving town"


Male Halfling Knifemaster Rogue 3 HP:22/22; AC:19,T:15,FF:15,CMD:14; Fort +3,Ref +7,Will +3; Init+5; SA: +2d8; Mwk Dagger +5, 1d3+2, 1d3+2; Dagger +6, 1d3+2;
Skills:
Acro:9 Bluff:7 Diplo:7 Dis. Device:9 Esc Art:9 Percept:9 Sleight/Hand:10 Stealth:13 Srvivl:8 UMD:9

Amren pipes up.

Yeah, the Rusty Dragon, best inn and tavern I've ever been to, and that's saying something. Amren Slyblade, knife master extraordinaire, at your service my lady. You look like you have an interesting story or two to tell, and I love stories. What say I show you our fair city, and you grace me with a few of them? After the ceremonies and all, of course!

He bows graciously, and takes yet another plate of food from Ameiko.


Current Status:
HP 55/63; DR: 4/8; Initiative +2; AC/Touch/FF 21/12/20; Fort/Ref/Will 9/4/6 (+4 morale bonus vs. spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities while raging; +2 resistance vs. evil) ; CMD 24; Perception +8
|| Raging (controlled): 9/12

Helgarr turns to face the Halfling, seemingly hesitating for a moment - "We'll met master Slyblade, I am Helgarr" - she retorts - "I have witnessed your skill with the blade before, in the plaza" - she adds, referring to Amren's display earlier - "My own weapon of choice does not lend itself to such skilful handling, relying in strength and tactical positioning instead" - she motions for the polearm casually leaning against the stand in easy reach - "Yet your ability is worthy of note and I compliment you on it" - the girl comments with an appreciation for light blades unusual for the Storval Plateau tribes.

Pondering Amren's offer for a few moments, she breaks a hint of a smile - "Aye, I would appreciate if you would share with me more about Sandpoint - I do not find my stories all that noteworthy, but I will gladly share them with you"


M Gnome Alchemist 1 Init +3; Senses low-light vision; Perception +7

Looking up at the Shoanti woman the gnome will make a comment, My YOUR a big one! I wonder what is it like to be that big. Could I bother you for a sample of your hair, it doesn't matter, it could be from your head, or your legs or your underarms. I might be able to use it in an elixir.

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