The Morphling's Rise of the Runelords Campaign (Inactive)

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As the sun's first rays peak over the horizon, the town of Sandpoint slowly begins to wake. A typically peaceful shoreside settlement in southern Varisia, the town is finally shaking off the painful memories of the "Late Unpleasantness," a rash of serial killings by a well-liked man and the tragic fire in the Sandpoint Chapel which claimed the life of a local priest and his daughter.

Today the town of Sandpoint celebrates the consecration of a new cathedral, built over the ruins of the fallen chapel. Dedicated to the six gods Abadar, Desna, Erastil, Gozreh, Sarenrae, and Shelyn, the chapel is a symbol that the town is healing, and has moved on beyond its painful past. The Swallowtail Festival is today, commemorating this grand accomplishment, and as five unlikely champions awaken, they are blissfully unaware of how this day will change their lives - and perhaps the fate of the entire world - as a result.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Valeria wakes up in her room at the Rusty Dragon, the morning sun shining into her room through the slightly open window shades. She stretches and yawns, and looks over to her laid out uniform for the day's festivities.

The cathedral is finally ready! I can't wait for the festival to start!

She went about her morning routine, cleaning herself up and getting dressed into her ceremonial armor given to her by her mentor several years ago. She had never had a chance to wear it, and was glad it still fit her well. Lastly, she picked up her glaive and then looked into the mirror to see how the whole ensemble looked on her. She did not expect to need the weapon or armor today, being a festival and all. However, she wanted to take them as a symbol of her Goddess, to represent The Eternal Rose at the festivities and consecration honoring a temple involving her worship.

Finally satisfied with her appearance, she smiled and then hurried downstairs, almost skipping down them in her excitement. She said a quick farewell to Ameiko on her way out, and then headed to the festival grounds, a pleasant smile on her face.


Male Azlanti Thassilonian Transmuter 1

Zoruk swing his legs over the edge of the bed. Taking his time getting up he stretched out his whole body. Picking up a few tomes that served as bed mates he placed them on his bookshelf. Moving over to his stone basin he poured in some fresh cool water to wash away the nightly sweat and grime. A small cloth to the side serves as a towel. With that done he kneeled before his shrine to Nethys as he prepared his spells for the day. Upon completion he changed into his travel clothes, thinking of checking out one of the minor ruins near by before the day got into full swing. He cast a spell to clean the rest of his person and his clothes, no doubt a curse to clothiers in town.

Properly prepared in his mind and with what he would need he set out with the day barely started. His crossbow in hand, having learned long ago that leaving the safety of the town was dangerous. Even if it was fairly close by.

Perhaps I will find more then faded writings or half broken architecture this time.


Male Human Paladin 1 // Init+1 // HP 10/10 // AC 16 (T 11, FF 15) // Perception -2 // F+2/R+1/W+0 // CMB +4 // CMD 15 // Speed 30(20)

Sword slung over his back, Goldenguard strolled out the door of the inn he'd spent the night in at the moment the sun began to rise. It was almost shameful how little this armor covered, but it would have to make do. Every soul that passed by, he would idly scan, looking for anyone who might secretly be undead. He didn't expect to find anything, but the search was second nature to him by now. He was certain there was plenty of time to while away before his trivial services were needed, and so for now, he would make do with getting a bit of fresh air.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

He hurried to the home he shared with some of the mill workers after the early mucking of the stalls at his other job, with an extra carrot to his horse Cloud. He waved to Ol Daviren Hosk as he left already his mind trying to figure out a way to speak with that pretty raven haired maiden who worked at the Pixies' Kitten.

He was told a few days prior that any militia member should attend the festival in their militia gear in case their were visitors who needed direction so he hurried on and put the standard armor on. Hoisting his bow he adjusted his belt and two quivers. He felt silly but it was a small price to pay really.

Once out torwards the festival he paced trying to figure out what sort of bauble he might catch her attention with.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Valeria flitted through the crowd like a social butterfly, having small conversations here and there as people stopped to speak with her. As she does so, a distraught man in militia regalia pacing about, deep in thought.

Concerned that something might be wrong, she excused herself from her current conversation and headed his way. As she came up behind him, she tapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Excuse me...is there some sort of trouble I should be concerned about? You don't seem to be enjoying yourself and considering your militia get-up, I was kinda worried something dangerous was brewing..." The look on her face is a mixture of both concern and curiosity.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

He leapt into the air startled for a moment coloring. He half recognized the woman, She uh... was the waitress who almost broke Eustace's thumb when he got a bit grabby. He knew her name started with a V but that was about it.

"No uh.. nothing wrong really."

He said nervously blushing a bit. It was obvious he was not used to attention being directed his way. He feet scuffled along the dirt.

"Some of the Militia were told to be in uniform in case travelers needed help finding things is all, we look official or something... So...sorry for the other night, Their good boys normally... Mostly."

He said sheepishly taking an interest in her feet evidently. He still looked nervous about something


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Getting the idea that he was just shy, Valeria returned to her usual positive attitude. When he apologizes for something to her, she looks confused and starts thinking. The only incident she could come up with was the recent tussle she had at the Tavern. She then realized he had been there, though much quieter than the usual customer of the Dragon.

"Aw, don't worry about it, hun. Happens more often than I'd like, but I've learned to handle men with no manners. Speaking of, I've lost mine entirely! I haven't even introduced myself!" she says, lightly patting his arm. She then motions to herself and states, "My name is Valeria, and hopefully I will be allowed to take up a spot in the new Cathedral as a priestess of Shelyn. Though, if not, I suppose I'll still be bussing tables for Ameiko!"


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

"Im Corrin. I work at the mill... and well also at the Goblin Squash stables..."

He began in a rush turning a deeper red when she patted his arm. He had been thinking about a gift to get the raven haired beauty at the Kitten a present but for the life of him at the moment he couldn't recall her name. It probably had something to do with the pretty waitress in front of him.

He hesistated weirdly, unsure of what to do next. The story books had bowing and kissing of hands and flowery speech. He would just look a fool if he tried that, so instead he offered his hand hesistantly.

"The pleasure is mine."


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Valeria takes his hand and shakes it, and says with a smile, "Glad to meet you! I can't believe we've not met, with you working right next door to us at the Rusty Dragon!"

She scans the crowd gathered about, and asks, "So, are you enjoying the festival? It feels like an eternity in the making, at least to me anyway!"


Male Azlanti Thassilonian Transmuter 1

He returned as the festivities were only just beginning and used a minor spell to clean himself up from the road.

Not a single thing but rubble at that ruin. Along with a burnt out ioun stone, Nethys forbid I at least find one with a spark of magic left in it. But I guess another one for the collection is fine too.

His luck had held during his morning trek, nothing dangerous had crossed his path. Yet he did not feel like going home just to change and put away what little he had on him. He could run into another mage like himself after all, perhaps interest them in a trade of spells. If nothing else there were games to be had and good food. Considering his failure he could be tempted to soften the blow with a drink as well. He simply walked around and tried to cheer himself up for now.


As the town makes its collective way out of bed and to the fairgrounds, the brisk autumn weather is warmed by the rising sun in a cloudless sky, making for a beautiful day. The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly, as scheduled, on the Autumnal Equinox. The square before the church quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.

The turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes to the festival.

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 his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening’s bonfire, and his 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.

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 Avisera 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 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 earth 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 the thousand 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. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.

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Numerous games and contests take place during the day, including sack races, games of hide-and-seek, weight-lifting challenges, balance beam contests, tug-of-war events, and the like. Winners of these games generally win nothing more than bragging rights for the rest of the day, but for many of Sandpoint’s residents, this is a fine prize indeed!

The Swallowtail Games:

Catch the Greased Pig & Guess the Pickled Onions
Corners of Junker’s Way and Shell Street, just west of the Market Square.
A pig is let loose in a large muddy pen, smeared liberally with fat. It's kind of a free for all, with four participants trying to grapple the piglet. The local farmers running this also have a jar of pickled onions to be won by the person that guesses correctly.
To catch the greased pig, you'll have to successfully pin the pig with a grapple check. Be careful though! It gets a bonus to its escape artist checks because of the grease.
To guess which jar contains the onions, you'll need to make a successful perception check. If you have scent, you succeed automatically.

The Devil Hunt
Do you have what it takes to bring down the infamous Sandpoint Devil and keep him from menacing the surrounding area? Take a shot and see.
This is an archery range setup on the beach down by the Lighthouse. Run by Jodar Provolost, an older balding Varisian with black hair, a big thick black mustache, and a noticeable big belly.
Archers make three ranged attack rolls with an ordinary shortbow. A critical hit is an automatic bullseye.

Dragon Races
There's been talk of starting Dragon farming in Sandpoint, so we've gotta find out which ones are the fastest so that we have the best dragons! Pick yourself a dragon and pit it in a Dragon Race against your friends.
This game is located in the Sandpoint Market Square on the south side by the docks just at the beginning of Market Street. It is basically a lizard race. It is being run by Gressel Tenniwar (manager of Fatman’s Feedbag).
This is a handle animal check to pick the best lizard.

The Goblin Toss
Three Goblins have found their way into your house and are tearing the place up! Grab them and toss them into the fireplace before they can destroy everything.
This game is a simple bean bag toss setup in the middle of the Sandpoint Market square and run by Daverin Hosk of Goblin Squash Stables.
Three ranged attack rolls with an improvised weapon.

The Lighthouse Smash
Who needs a lighthouse without a light? The old Lighthouse has become an eyesore; let's knock it down so we can use the stone to build something new.
This game is set up at the end of Junker's Way next to the Lighthouse. It has a table with six square stones stacked on it in a pyramid shape. Your job is to knock them down. Run by Aesrick Battlehorn (Carpenter’s Gildmaster), whose mini catapults for this game are works of art.
Disable Device or Knowledge (Engineering) can replace an attack roll here. Otherwise it's a ranged attack with a -4 penalty.

Magic Show
The little gnome, Vernutt Parooh, has drawn a small crowd to the front of The Way North (north of the market) with some minor illusions.

Ogre Stomp
“Step on up, boys! No girl likes a noodle-armed weakling. Let’s see your strength!”
The staple game of every good carnival: a strength tester involving smashing a hammer on one end of a log on a pivot to spring the wood at the other end up a shoot to ring the bells. Set up on west side of the market and run by Das Korvut, the mutton-chop-sporting drunken smith of the Red Dog Smithy.
Strength check. Nothing fancy here.

Pasty Eating Competition
The Avertin family of Sandpoint Savouries are running this stall in the market square.
Opposed constitution check.

Unders & Overs
A gambling game set up in the market square. The table is divided into three sections: Unders, 7’s, Overs. Punters place money onto the section they wish to bet on. Run by Banny Harker (operator of the Lumber Mill).
Profession (Gambler) all the way. Barring that, dumb luck.

You may participate in one or more of these contests if you like. You may also feel free to make diplomacy checks to gather any information you might be curious about, or whatever else you'd like to get up to at the festival.

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Private Information:

Sir Goldenguard:
Unsurprisingly, you find no undead in your vigilant watch over the townsfolk.

Valeria:
Kaijitsu's absence is hardly surprising, given his well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals.

Corrin:
Your character sheet seems to be missing the free rank in a knowledge skill I gave you guys at character creation. :)

Zoruk:
Kaijitsu's absence is hardly surprising, given his well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals.

Lacuna:
Post somethin'! :P


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

Well I do work an awful lot, tell me miss Valeria, if you were... ohhh look an archery contest!"

He said suddenly cutting himself off and pointing to "the Devil Hunt" and some of the other games. He wasnt forbid from partaking in the festival games, so he didnt see why he could enter that contest. He also figured to swing by Ol Daverin Hosk's game he had set up to play a round of that as well.

What rules for the two games 'the devil hunt, and the goblin toss? figure I might win a game or two before he works up the courage to go shopping or the like. *lawls*


Corrin Whisperwind wrote:
What rules for the two games 'the devil hunt, and the goblin toss? figure I might win a game or two before he works up the courage to go shopping or the like. *lawls*

I just edited it to put 'em in. :)

Jodar claps Corrin on the back as he approaches. "Corrin, my boy! Come to win it all this year? Haha! I hear you're quite a shot with a bow! Let's see what you've got!"

Three other archers step up to the mark alongside Corrin (and any other characters who decide to join in).

A cheerful (and somewhat inebriated) man with dark skin steps up to try his hand:
1d20 - 6 ⇒ (1) - 6 = -5; 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (12) - 6 = 6; 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (9) - 6 = 3
To his credit, one of the arrows actually does strike the hay bale the target is mounted on. The target, however, is another story.

The second contestant is a grinning halfling, who shakes off Jodar's protests that the bow is too large for him. He winks. "Desna's luck is with me!" and eyes the target despite the unwieldy weapon. He kisses a lucky coin, and fires.
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11; 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (20) - 3 = 17; 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (6) - 3 = 3
His first arrow scores in the outermost ring, for 5 points. His second arrow is right next to the bullseye, for 20 points. The third arrow misses entirely.

Finally, a rather quiet woman in a white gown approaches. She takes the bow without a word, and fires off three arrows.
1d20 ⇒ 5; 1d20 ⇒ 12; 1d20 ⇒ 2
The quiet woman hits the outermost two of the three rings around the bullseye, for 5 and 10 points, respectively. She smiles and sets down the bow.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

Corrin nodded to Jodar and smiled taking one of the short bows, Next he glanced at the arrows, not really dratistically doing anything, but he certainly didnt want any warped arrows. Finally he took his place at the line and took a deep breath holding it as he drew the arrow back and aimed.. then loosed it. Then again ... and again.

archery contest1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
archery contest2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
archery contest3: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

He scowled at the second shot for a moment but then shrugged a bit sheepishly.
I've done better before i think, but thanks for the contest Jodar.

He said with a smile putting the bow back where he got it from.

I assume the goblin toss is within 30 ft? yay point blank shot


Corrin's arrows fly true! The first arrow strikes the innermost ring, just next to the bullseye, for 20 points. The second arrow is a bit wobbly, and scores him 5 points for the outer ring. The final arrow, however, is a bullseye for 50 points!

"That's my boy! Reigning archery champion! Unless someone can challenge his title?" Jodar grins and looks for other contestants to challenge the new record.

The goblin toss is a 20 foot toss against a small opening. If you don't have Throw Anything or some other way to negate improvised weapon penalties, there will be a -4 nonproficiency penalty. You throw three beanbags. This isn't a direct contest, so each contestant just gets a score from 0 to 3, for how many "goblins" make it into the "fireplace."

Daverin waves at Corrin as he approaches. "Glad to see you made it out today, Corrin. Ready to try your hand at the Goblin Toss?"


Male Azlanti Thassilonian Transmuter 1

Zoruk made his round of the games, some got his interest while others he preferred to refrain from. Still he would try some that were outside his comfort zone.

His first game of choice is the devil hunt. While he preferred his own well made crossbow, he would use the shortbow none the less. Hopefully it would not effect his passable marksmanship to much.

The Devil Hunt: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 181d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 121d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Afterwards he moves on to Guess the Pickled Onion. Personally something he had no taste for, outside of a good ingredient.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Finding the Lighthouse Smash a bit counter productive considering his work on exploring and studying ruins. It was a game and the real thing would be unharmed so he tried his luck.

Knowledge (Engineering): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

His next game was Unders & Overs, not one to gamble he thought he would try his luck this rare occasion.

Unders & Overs: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Lastly he tried his hand at Goblin Toss, not that he ever expected the real thing would happen. Unless it was some sort of gaint game that a person had seen once. He wondered about that before his turn.

Goblin Toss: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 01d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 61d20 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 2 = 3

Can Knowledge (Nature) be used for the lizard races too or nah? Handle Animal is trained only after all.


Zoruk's archery is far from inadequate. He scores 20 points, then 10, then another 20, for a considerable second place.

The pickled onion eludes him, however.

His knowledge of engineering scores a solid hit on the "lighthouse," toppling three of the six blocks in the tower.

In Overs and Unders, he comes out ahead and walks away with 2d4 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5 extra gold coins.

Finally, in the Goblin Toss, he misses all three times.

Zoruk Magnu wrote:
Can Knowledge (Nature) be used for the lizard races too or nah? Handle Animal is trained only after all.

Sure. Go for it.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

Why yes sir I sure am, with all the stories you've told me about goblin hunting, I figure tossing some 'goblins' into the fireplace is the least I can do." he said with a laugh taking his tosses.

toss1: 1d20 ⇒ 16
toss2: 1d20 ⇒ 16
toss3: 1d20 ⇒ 11

He laughed as some children nearby were racing dragons one of the smaller boys looked hesistant so Corrin knelt near him.

"The trick is to look for the 'dragon' that looks the hungriest.. i think this one here looks really hungry.
He said tousling the boys hair and pointing to a lizard.

handle animal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

*Whistles innocently* I uh figured helpling a kiddo was nicer than using my skill focus bonus >.>


Corrin easily lands the first two tosses, but misses the third. He's pleased to see the lizard he pointed out for the boy charging forward, easily winning the race. The boy receives the prize, a small toy dragon, like it's a gift from Desna herself, and runs around with it, growling and pretending to breathe fire on his giggling friends.


Male Human Paladin 1 // Init+1 // HP 10/10 // AC 16 (T 11, FF 15) // Perception -2 // F+2/R+1/W+0 // CMB +4 // CMD 15 // Speed 30(20)

Although everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, nothing about the frivolities of the festival were of interest to young Goldenguard. Instead, he found himself patrolling the edges of the fairgrounds, mentally noting every weak and indefensible point. Where to set up bunkers to protect civilians. Where to create choke points, or position any archers the local law enforcement employed. Every once in a while, he would pass by a guard or other official-looking person, and ask them questions about how better to defend the town against attacks. He left his queries vague, of course, but he knew that the greatest threat to the safety of this town was a horde of the undead.

Gather Information Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13


Male Azlanti Thassilonian Transmuter 1

Tossing the gold into his purse he thought the day was brightening pretty well. Second place was not bad in archery and his good performance at the destruction of the lighthouse was passable as well. At least it made up for his outright loss of goblin tossing and failure at finding a simple onion.

Noticing the dragon racing he picks out a good looking specimen.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

As is turns out such is the age old saying. Looks aren't everything as the lizard does not live up to it's appearance, or it could simply be lazy despite it's abilities.

Figures xP


In his patrol, Sir Goldenguard gets a pretty good feel for the town's layout and defenses. The local militia and town guard are under the command of Sheriff Hemlock. Being a somewhat peaceful town, barring the recent tragedies, the town has had little need to defend itself from much of anything, and while vigilant for signs of excessive drunkenness or pickpocketing, the guards are relaxed and enjoying the festivities as much as anyone else.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

When Corrin decides to take part in the games of the festival, Valeria goes along and cheers him on in the various contests, in an attempt to help him relax and stop being so uncomfortable. When he wins the Archery competition, she cheers, "Great job! You are really good with that bow!"

She watches quietly as he picks out a lizard for the child, and smiles to herself. "Awww, how sweet. This Corrin's a pretty nice guy for someone so nervous."

As they approach the magic show, Valeria stops and watches. Although she can work a bit of magic thanks to Shelyn's blessings, it was nothing like what a wizard could do, and she always was amazed at the works one could perform.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

He blushed at Miss Valeria's praise. He certainly wasn't used to catching the eye of girls.

"My mothers people taught me, though Ellidynira once told me I would never amount to a true archer."

He half smiled, those words from long ago obviously had left an impact on the young man. At his mention of 'his mothers people' the tell tale signs of semi pointed ears almost escaping the covering of his long curlyish dark hair became a bit more obvious. . .Either he was indeed a half elf or he just had really really strange shaped ears.

He smiled as the child won, glad indeed the little one's day was just made with the dragon toy, He followed along now with Miss Valeria almost in tow of her. His eyes widened when he spotted the dark haired beauty from the kitten. She was near the 'Ogre Stomp' the strength game.
He did his best to blend into the crowd at the magic show. His mornings grand plans of impressing the maid went right out the proverbial window now that the chance arose.


Female Half-Elf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 17 / T 14 / FF 13 | CMD 18 | F +3 R +3 W +2 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Late to the party, as usual, Lacuna was awakened by the sounds of the festivities already in progress. She yawned, groaned, and glared at the sunlight now beaming through the window of her room at the inn. "Too early, go away..." she mumbled to the sun as she wiped her eyes clear.

She stretched and begrudgingly pulled herself from the bed, then proceeded to suit up. It would seem silly to wear armor to a party, but Calistria's teachings echoed in her mind as a reminder at all times. 'Live on to sting another day.' She certainly would not be caught unprepared, even on a day of rejoicing. Not that she had much to rejoice about; she was not here to celebrate the cathedral, and she had yet to make it to the brothel. Today's activities set her missionary work back a day. Still, it couldn't hurt to try the food. She was awfully hungry.

Heading out and making her way down to the bustling crowd, she spotted a raw deal she couldn't refuse. A pastry eating competition? She couldn't pass up free food alongside the prospect of winning something more. Settling down at the table, she eyed her opponents. "Indulgence is my specialty. Beware."

ConCheck: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Mother's people...? Oh wow! His ears! He's a half-elf!

Valeria's eyes go wide with pleasant surprise at the realization of Corrin's heritage.

"I should have guessed it given your skill with that bow!"

She also notes his inward retreat while standing in the crowd, but can't quite figure out what caused him to get so shy again.

Thinking that perhaps he wasn't interested in the magic show, she resumes her tour of festival, making her way over to the pastry eating contest. She isn't shocked to see several of the town's largest citizens on the stage, but she is surprised to see a woman wearing the colors and trappings of a Calistrian priestess taking part.

Well, there's something you don't see everyday in Sandpoint. Wonder what brought her to town? The cathedral doesn't have any shrines to Calistria that I'm aware...
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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

He was very glad when she moved torwards the eating contest instead of the compitition of strength. Not that he didnt do manual labor at the mill,he just... she was... his mind stopped working for a moment when he saw the pretty woman at a table at the eating comptition. She was so much smaller than the other contestants. He blinked several times confused for a moment.

"is she going to eat against them?"

He asked utterly confused... at least he seemed more relaxed again.


Lacuna's opponents are three large men, each with sizable bellies. "What's this? Little lass, you're joinin' in on this? Well ya best watch out! I'm the Sandpoint eatin' champion!" one of them says. One of his fellows jumps in. "With a gut like that, who'd think otherwise?!" and brings a round of laughs, the loudest from his friend. "Off we go then! To your platters!"

First Man: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Second Man: 1d20 ⇒ 1
'The Champ': 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Lacuna blows the competition out of the water. The champ happily laments, "I dunno why I didn't win! Things went so well in practice!" He laughs and congratulates Lacuna on her victory.


Female Half-Elf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 17 / T 14 / FF 13 | CMD 18 | F +3 R +3 W +2 | Init +3 | Perc +1

Lacuna didn't mind being underestimated by her opponents. Honestly, she relished the fact that her appearance alone could fool them so easily. It often served as a tactical advantage in more serious matters.

Grinning from her victory, she eyed the crowd for any onlookers; she did so love an audience. While most applauded heartily, a dark haired man with a puzzled look alongside a contemplative young lady in showy armor seemed to be more interested in her presence at the table than her accomplishment over the reigning champ. Locking eyes with the more timid fellow, she licked the remaining pastry off her fingers and stood up.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

He swallowed when the pretty girl locked eyes when him licking her fingers clean. was no beginning to wonder if he wasnt still asleep in his bed and dreaming. He had never won any compitition before, He had certainly never had any pretty girl so much as speak to him and now... He colored a shade of red and looked to see if any or the other mill workers were around to point and laugh at him, though he didnt see any of the younger ones he normally was grouped along with.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Valeria noted the Calistrian's overt gesture, and became momentarily flustered, as it almost appeared to be directed her direction. It felt like a hundred butterflies started flying in her stomach. As she glanced at Corrin having a similar reaction, she regained her composure and smirked a bit, realizing who the gesture was intended for.

She nudged the half-elf with her arm and says playfully, "Looks like someone's found themselves an admirer!" nodding back in the direction of the new pastry champion.


Female Half-Elf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 17 / T 14 / FF 13 | CMD 18 | F +3 R +3 W +2 | Init +3 | Perc +1

In what seemed like fewer strides than should be feasible for her stature, Lacuna headed straight toward Corrin and Valeria with fire in her step. Upon reaching them, she stopped abruptly in front of Corrin and eyed him up and down, as if inspecting every inch. She circled them once, for a more thorough look, and then immediately shifted attention to Valeria. After repeating her unnerving inspection with the girl, she finally spoke up.

"It's impolite to stare, you know," she said in as serious a tone as she could muster. She couldn't hold her face though, and laughed aloud at her own irony. Surely, they must find it as amusing.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

He swallowed as she made her way up to him, his color turning a deeper red with each step by the time she arrived to 'inspect' him. He stared at his feet like they were the most interesting thing in the world ever.

"I'm....I'm sorry m'am I just.. well.. I just didn't expect to see a pretty woman in an eating contest..."

He muttered lowly sounding thoroughly chastised. Until she started laughing. He blinked at her aghast, not sure if she was making fun of him or just amused. He was good with horses, good with the bow but bad with women.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

As the lady made her way over and took stock if Corrin, Valeria Attis silently with a smile in her face, hoping that perhaps this woman could bring him out of his shell. But when the woman's gaze turned to Valeria, for the first time in her life, Valeria felt insecure.

She had been gawked at and admired before, but never had she been so blatantly inspected. She started to say something, but found a sudden lack of confidence under the Calistrian's inspection. She found herself wishing her ceremonial armor wasn't so revealing.

When accused of staring, Valeria started to say something but was shocked to have the reserved Corrin bear her to the punch.

Wow, how is this socially awkward man more confident than I around this woman? He must have rubbed off on me!

When the woman laughs, Valeria takes the opportunity to speak up, "Valeria Windsong, priestess of Shelyn," extending her hand towards the woman. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I was just surprised to see you compete, and win, against those guys. I'm from here and knew they were big eaters, so to see you take them down was astounding!"


Female Half-Elf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 17 / T 14 / FF 13 | CMD 18 | F +3 R +3 W +2 | Init +3 | Perc +1

"Pretty, huh? I guess I am pretty... Pretty sure you're a cad!" she grinned mischievously and laughed again. She was enjoying unsettling this boy. It was almost too easy! The girl seemed just as flustered. This would be fun too.

"Lacuna Trost, priestess and sacred courtesan of Calistria," she said, and took Valeria's hand daintily in her own, raising it to her lips. Just a greeting peck on the fingers and and a sly glance up at the priestess whose face was nearly as red as her hair was all it would take. "Those boys should have known better, honestly. I warned them that indulgence is my specialty," she said with a wink.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Expecting a simple handshake, Valeria did indeed blush at the more formal gesture. The expression on her face also caused knots to grow in Valeria's stomach, but she did her best to recover quickly and change the subject.

"So, what brings you to Sandpoint? The festival? I believe you may very we'll be the first official priestess of the Lady in the Room to visit our town."


Moving things along a bit, feel free to finish your conversations as events move along.

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 earth 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 the thousand 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. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.

Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint’s taverns. Each brings its best dishes—this event is as much a marketing push by the taverns 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 Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead easily overshadow the other offerings, such as the Hagfish’s lobster chowder or the White Deer’s peppercorn venison.

Finally, as the sun begins to set, Father Zantus takes the central podium, uses a thunderstone to attract everyone’s attention, and clears his throat as he prepares to recite the Prayer of First Dreaming.

Describe what your characters are doing as they approach the central podium in the town square. It's assumed all five characters are going to be in attendance.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

Corrin stayed near Valeria and the pretty Calistrian. Though he hadn't said too many more words. Everyone knew about Calistrians, and more importantly its not like he didn't spend his early years in Kyonin. He was embaressed, hopeful, confused, aroused.... hell he wasn't sure their wasn't an emotion he wasn't feeling near the two pretty women. His quest to find a pretty gift for the working girl who worked at the Pixies Kitten was gone, he couldn't even recall her name at the moment. Thankfully though the closing of the ceremony managed to bring his mind back in focus and he readied to bow his head in prayer with the invocation of the prayer.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Putting this in OOC, as I leave it to Morphling what I'd be able to do here. If allowed, Valeria would take a place up with the other clergy for the final ceremony, as Shelyn is one of the religions practiced in the town, though I do not know on what relation she is with Father Zantus. If not, she would remain with Corrin and Lacuna. Zoruk and Goldenguard need to wiggle their way into the conversation. :P


Female Half-Elf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 17 / T 14 / FF 13 | CMD 18 | F +3 R +3 W +2 | Init +3 | Perc +1

"I wasn't expecting to endure such a festival, honestly. I caught word that a brothel of class and renown resided in this small town, and I've come to plant my Lady's seed, so to speak." Her joking and flirtatious demeanor had resolved into full seriousness and disclosure now. "This celebration is a hindrance to my cause. I would wish to speak with the owner of the Pixie's Kitten, Madame Kaye, as soon as this nonsense is over with." Her curt disregard for what this cathedral meant to the people of Sandpoint was very obvious in her voice.

As ceremonies began, however, Lacuna relented to observe them respectfully at the very least. As delicious platters were brought to the public, she found herself wishing she hadn't eaten so many pastries. She kept close by Corrin for these events, opting to tease the poor lad at every turn for her own amusement. She gave pause only when the high priest ordered for attention.


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

Valeria nods at Lacuna's stated reason for being in town.

Makes sense. Honestly, I'm surprised we've went this long without a Calistrian attempting to establish something there. But she could at least show a bit of respect for the celebration!

"The Kitten actually resides just down the road from where I work. I've been serving tables and performing at the Rusty Dragon for the past few years while the Cathedral was being built, and I donated most of my coin earned to the process."

Valeria looks over to the building, silently thinking back to her years here in Sandpoint before she left to learn the ways of a priestess of Shelyn in Magnimar. Before the fire...

As the trio walked, she spotted the long line of people trying to get a sample of Ameiko's spiced salmon. She knew how long her friend and employer had worked on this feast, and could tell it was a huge hit with the crowd.

"There's Miss Kaijitsu now, winning the hearts and stomachs of the town! If you can manage to wait out the line, I highly recommend you try the salmon she's prepared. It's one of her specialties and she worked on it for a long time."


Male Azlanti Thassilonian Transmuter 1

Having finished his small samplings of the various foods provided he remained towards the back where it was less crowded and he could enjoy the last of his winterdrop mead without bumping into someone. After all he was dressed for the road with weapon and all, last thing he needed was some guard mistaking him for some assassin. Not that such a thing had ever happened in Sandpoint, barring a mass murder some time ago. Still such gatherings had protectors on edge or lowered guard, he rather not provoke the former.

He would watch from a nice distance, his god was not being acknowledged. So it would be best for the faithful to be closer and more involved. He took a sip of his fading drink.

Would be nice to have a small temple to Nethys. Guess their are just not enough spellcasters around here, at least not enough with a religious bent towards their magic and the one who tends to it.

Having finished his drink he places it down and waits respectfully for the prayer to be spoken.


Male Human Paladin 1 // Init+1 // HP 10/10 // AC 16 (T 11, FF 15) // Perception -2 // F+2/R+1/W+0 // CMB +4 // CMD 15 // Speed 30(20)

As expected of someone of his station, Goldenguard had taken his position well before necessary. There was still plenty of time before his portion of the ceremony, in which a number of clergy from other faiths were to bless the cathedral. He was told, when sent off on this task, that without the blessing of Iomedae, evil would work its way into the hearts of this church's faithful.

As such, he found himself off to the side, in a small group comprised mostly of old clergymen from neighboring towns, near enough to hear as the long-winded local priest told his story, but not able to watch it in action. Not that he minded, of course. He was, as always, far too vigilant for such frivolous showmanship.


A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman’s scream slices through the air.

A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

Goblins chew and goblins bite!
Goblins cut and goblins fight!
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!

Goblins race and goblins jump
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be DEAD!

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be Goblins! You be FOOD!

Everyone Except Lacuna (Perception):
The shape that raced by and killed the dog now hides at the wagon’s edge—a single goblin, licking the blood from its jagged sword as it looks excitedly at the crowd, seeking out a new target.

Sir Goldenguard: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (20) - 2 = 18
Zoruk: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Lacuna: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Corrin: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Valeria: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Initiative Rolls:
Sir Goldenguard: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Zoruk: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Lacuna: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Corrin: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Valeria: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Goblins: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

CLICK HERE FOR THE COMBAT MAP. You should all be able to edit the map. Since I cannot access Google Docs at work, if I am at the office I will ask someone else to move any enemies for me. The shaded areas represent a crowd of people, and are considered difficult terrain as a result. Creative solutions to deal with these crowds are, as always, encouraged. I recommend zooming in with the magnifier tool, since the map appears very small at first.

The goblins cackle in sadistic glee, watching the panicked townsfolk run about. The goblin which slew the dog takes a swipe at the crowd, howling with delight as he draws blood. One of them clambers up the side of the wagon Climb Check: 1d20 ⇒ 1, trying to get on top, but slips and falls prone in his mad scramble.

Post your combat actions whenever you like. Initiative goes Goblins, Lacuna, Zoruk, Valeria, Corrin, and then Sir Goldenguard. I will resolve the entire round once everyone has posted. You may move your tokens as soon as you post - Initiative will be more of a guideline than a limiting factor.


Male Human Paladin 1 // Init+1 // HP 10/10 // AC 16 (T 11, FF 15) // Perception -2 // F+2/R+1/W+0 // CMB +4 // CMD 15 // Speed 30(20)

If it weren't for their remarkably well-choreographed chanting, Goldenguard would have had no idea what these things were, which is likely why it took him a moment to realize that they were hostile. When he finally did spring into action, though, he drew his sword and began to make his way around back of the priest's wagon, where there were fewer people to serve as obstacles.

Exactly what it sounds like, he draws his sword and takes a move action.


Male Elf Druid/Barbarian 4/1 Init +2/ HP 39/51 // AC: 15/T:12/FF:14 - // F +7/R +3/W +7 /CMB +7 - CMD 18/ Speed 40'
skills:
Perception+11 Stealth+3 Sensemotive+2

Round 1 Initiative 15

Corrin had been uncomfortable for hours now, the pretty Calistrian seemed intent on making him so. She seemed to be content so he just accepted it. When the goblin song began though and he stared incrediously for a moment as panic set in, his first sighting however drew the young man into action.
He drew an arrow to his bow taking aim at goblin that had killed the dog and letting it fly.

arrow1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 1

No movement this round, just the first shot. probably a miss I would gather lawls* must be nervous eh?


Female Half-Elf Fighter (Unbreakable) 1 | HP 10/10 | AC 17 / T 14 / FF 13 | CMD 18 | F +3 R +3 W +2 | Init +3 | Perc +1

I was not prepared for the disturbingly descriptive death of the sweet doggy. ;A; Please warn me the next time something cute and innocent dies in such a gruesome manner.

Immediately alert to the ruckus approaching from the left, Lacuna turned to see goblins terrorizing the crowd. It seemed she had more business to take care of in this town than she had planned. Reaching for her whip and rushing through the crowd, she targeted the nearest goblin without hesitation.

Lacuna moves from G18 to G14 and attacks the goblin in H12 with her whip.

Attack Roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Damage Roll: 1d6 ⇒ 6 nonlethal


Male Azlanti Thassilonian Transmuter 1

Hearing the song and baring witness to the death of the dog, his mind quickly set to work. First he looks the goblins over then draws his crossbow with one hand as he makes the symbols for a spell with his other. Chanting as he goes the simple spell brings bright green acid into being in his palm. The sphere of rolling liquid is then thrown at the nearest goblin.

He needed to remember if their were more to these goblins. Attacking a human settlement was not the norm at all for goblins. Which tribe would be so fool hardy or suicidal he wondered.

Acid Splash vs Goblin (H12): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 151d3 ⇒ 2
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Move Action: Draw Weapon
Standard Action: Cast Acid Splash


Init +5/ HP 94/94 // AC: 26/T:17/FF:21 - Percep: +18// F +8/R +14/W +12 /CMB +10 - CMD 24

"No!" Valeria cries out as the mayhem insues. She tightens her grip on her glaive, apprehensive to actually use it but not willing to let these little devils harm her friends and neighbors.

"Shelyn, help us protect these people from harm! Everyone unable to protect yourselves into the Cathedral!" she begs of her goddess and tries to guide the crowd to safety. She steps off the platform and moves towards the nearest goblin.
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Standard: Cast Bless
Move: O10

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