Where It All Began: Dragoncat's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master Dragoncat

Current Date: Starday, 4th of Neth, 4710 AR

Current Chapter: The Skinsaw Murders

Current Map

Foxglove Manor


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Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)

"It is excellent, they use the right about of lemon," Ekan says


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

The Rusty Dragon's table is quite crowded compared to the Hagfish's or the White Deer's, with several plates of curry-spiced salmon being snapped up and carried off by hungry townsfolk. There's still plenty to be served, though; the owner herself is making sure of that.

Standing behind the counter is the proprietor of the Rusty Dragon, Ameiko Kaijitsu. Her black hair with white bangs is a bit messy, likely as a result of constant toil to keep her customers fed today. Her dark eyes look up at the approaching party and a smile breaks out on her face.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the usual suspects: Nicat, Fulko, Sylvia & Ekan. How's the festival been going for ya?" She asks, standing up straight and proud.


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5

Ilya turns and looks back towards the glassblower's table. Once again it appears that he is attempting to order the events in his mind. Once he's retraced his steps back up to the The Rusty Dragon's banquets tables, he turns towards their hostess.

"My dear, you bear such a striking resemblance to the proprietor of those lovely glass sculptures, over there," he points towards Tsuto Kaijitsu. "I feel as though I have nearly met you once already. Though that's not such a unusual feeling for me to have."


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

Ameiko looks at Ilya, an eyebrow arched as she looks between him and the glassblower's stall.

"Tsuto? Yes, I should hope so, seeing as we have the same father and all that." She starts serving more dishes of her curry-spiced salmon, looking Ilya over as she does so.

"It's not that cold today, and I can't imagine anyone being sad about something on a day like this. Mind if I ask why you're so blue?" She slides two plates of salmon onto the table before setting about serving another two.


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5
GM_Ameiko Kaijitsu wrote:

Ameiko looks at Ilya, an eyebrow arched as she looks between him and the glassblower's stall.

"Tsuto? Yes, I should hope so, seeing as we have the same father and all that." She starts serving more dishes of her curry-spiced salmon, looking Ilya over as she does so.

"It's not that cold today, and I can't imagine anyone being sad about something on a day like this. Mind if I ask why you're so blue?" She slides two plates of salmon onto the table before setting about serving another two.

"The weather is quite fine," Ilya begins, "though the reception might have been a little warmer," he continues under his breath. "Thank you for your concern, lady. I have very thin blood, you see. Nothing to worry about. I'm certain your spice... that is to say your dish's spice, will be more than enough to put some color to my cheeks!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

"Festival's going great, Ameiko!" says Nicat exuberantly, "your brother's got some beautiful stuff on display over there, and I can't wait to eat up a bunch of your salmon, and Fulko and Ekan won prizes in rock-lifting..." As he catches on to the conversation between Ameiko and Ilya, Nicat chimes in to introduce them and defuse whatever tension seems to have crept into the conversation, "This is my friend Ilya. Ilya, this is Ameiko, she runs the Rusty Dragon."

His eyes narrow slightly and he says, "Ilya, I think Ameiko's having you on about the blue skin, maybe 'cuz you mentioned her looking like her brother. Don't take it too seriously, if that's something you can do."


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)

"It's all a bit hectic for me," Ekan answers her, "But I've been told a break from my studies will be good for me."


Female Dwarf Transmuter 5/Cyphermage 1 | HP 44/44 | Physical Enhancement +2 Str; Telekinetic Fist 7/7
Stats:
AC 12, T 12, FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6; Init +7; Perception +9
GM_Ameiko Kaijitsu wrote:

The Rusty Dragon's table is quite crowded compared to the Hagfish's or the White Deer's, with several plates of curry-spiced salmon being snapped up and carried off by hungry townsfolk. There's still plenty to be served, though; the owner herself is making sure of that.

Standing behind the counter is the proprietor of the Rusty Dragon, Ameiko Kaijitsu. Her black hair with white bangs is a bit messy, likely as a result of constant toil to keep her customers fed today. Her dark eyes look up at the approaching party and a smile breaks out on her face.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the usual suspects: Nicat, Fulko, Sylvia & Ekan. How's the festival been going for ya?" She asks, standing up straight and proud.

"It's an honor and a pleasure. I am Eostre Roldheim, student of the arcane arts and amateur archaeologist."

Eostre extends her hand.

"You're the proprietress of that inn this lot mentioned? I am in need of lodgings after the festival's over. I only just arrived in your fair town this morning from Riddleport."


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

Ameiko chuckles. "Oh, don't worry about it, Ilya. Only a bit of teasing, ya see. Here, have one on me." She pushes a plate of salmon to Ilya before turning to Eostre.

"Charmed, Eostre." She shakes her hand. "And I wouldn't know if Sandpoint's my fair town, exactly; I don't own it. But hey, if you're looking for good lodgings, the Rusty Dragon's doors are always open." Another plate of salmon is pushed across the table to Eostre.

"And Ekan, I'd imagine taking a break from studying will do you a lot of good." She dishes up another plate and hands it off to him. "I think Irori would approve of knowing when to take a break to avoid burning yourself out."


Female Dwarf Transmuter 5/Cyphermage 1 | HP 44/44 | Physical Enhancement +2 Str; Telekinetic Fist 7/7
Stats:
AC 12, T 12, FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6; Init +7; Perception +9

Eostre takes a bite of the salmon and her face lights up.

"You, Miss Kaijitsu, are a worker of culinary miracles."


Biting into a piece of the salmon and chewing on it like he tasted for the first time, Fulko quickly grabbed another before swallowing "You've must have used some sort of sorcery, no food can be this addicting" Complimented Fulko after swallowing his massive bite of the salmon.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

"Hey, can I have some too?!" squeaks Nicat. "These guys have already stuffed themselves on pie, and I'm starving!"

He eagerly extends his hand across the table, looking up at Ameiko expectantly.


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

Ameiko beams with pride when she sees the party chowing down on her salmon.

"Of course, Nicat." She slides a plate of salmon to him as well.

At Fulko's compliment, she effects an 'evil' chuckle. "Good. That means it's working."


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5
GM_Ameiko Kaijitsu wrote:
Ameiko chuckles. "Oh, don't worry about it, Ilya. Only a bit of teasing, ya see. Here, have one on me." She pushes a plate of salmon to Ilya before turning to Eostre.

"My thanks, Ameiko." Ilya takes a bite, blanching slightly at the intensity of the curry.

"I believe I have divined your business plan, my dear," he coughs. "The plate for free, yes? But, what will you charge me for the ale to quench the fires, I wonder?" Much as he predicted, a purple-ish hue begins to rise to his cheeks, and slight beads of sweat appear. He tries to smile through the burn, hoping the proprietor is quick with the drink.


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

The drinks with the plates come soon enough, with several mugs of ale being pushed across the counter.

"No charge on the ale, Ilya. It's the Swallowtail Festival; lunch is free. That includes drinks." Ameiko says, handing a mug of ale off to Ilya.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Nicat stares wide-eyed as Ilya's skin begins to turn purple, and the halfling mutters, "Of course, just like the glass balls, when the red and the blue ones crossed in the air, they made purple, so if he eats something that's spicy, he gets a bit red...and turns purple. I wonder if we could give him something yellow and make him green!"

As he ponders this, he tosses back several large bites of salmon, and it dawns on him just how spicy the curry is, "Ale! Did you say ale? Need some ale!" He snatches a mug off the table and drinks half of it down in one go, pulling his mouth free and giving a satisfied, "Aaaahhh." Nicat's eyes lift as he looks at Ilya and says, "I think you've got Ameiko figured out, Ilya! That stuff's hot!"


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)
Quote:
"And Ekan, I'd imagine taking a break from studying will do you a lot of good." She dishes up another plate and hands it off to him. "I think Irori would approve of knowing when to take a break to avoid burning yourself out."

"To all things an ebb and flow, or so the teachers say, perhaps I need to learn betters the whens for the whats," He tries to put a smile up. Then he takes another sample, and finds it much easier to do, "Still," He says after the latest bite, "I shall have to train extra hard tomorrow to make up for all the fine food I have consumed today."


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric of Shelyn 2 | HP 19/19 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | CMD 14 | F +5 R +3 W +7 | Init +7 | Per +3

Sylvia revels in each morsel's taste, complimenting Ameiko in between bites, "As always, simply divine, Ameiko. It is a wonder there are still any other inns within a days travel still open!"

She takes another bite, and savors everything about it, sipping lightly from her ale and crinkling her nose at the bitter taste of it, "You don't happen to have any of that Korvosan White here, do you? I'd rather that than the ale, I'm afraid."


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

Ameiko nods. "Not a problem, Sylvia."

She ducks behind the counter, coming up with a wineglass and a bottle of the aforementioned Korvosan White. "Help yourself." She says, setting them both down after opening the bottle.


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5
GM_Ameiko Kaijitsu wrote:

The drinks with the plates come soon enough, with several mugs of ale being pushed across the counter.

"No charge on the ale, Ilya. It's the Swallowtail Festival; lunch is free. That includes drinks." Ameiko says, handing a mug of ale off to Ilya.

"All in good fun, my dear," Ilya jests, though he doesn't hesitate to grab one of the first mugs of ale from the tray. After the first swallow, as the burn in his mouth cools, he waves his hand in a familiar pattern.

Concentration: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Cast Prestidigitation

As he pulls the nearly empty mug away, Ilya exhales a huge cloud of steam, flashing with a few dazzling sparks. Small ringlets of steam curl up from the corner of his mouth for a few more seconds before the wind carries them away. "Perhaps just a touch lighter on the curry next time, though!" Ilya winks.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric of Shelyn 2 | HP 19/19 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | CMD 14 | F +5 R +3 W +7 | Init +7 | Per +3

"Oh, you are a saint, Ameiko. I was worried you'd left all the good stuff back at the Dragon!", she exclaims in relief as she pours herself some wine to go with her salmon.

This has been a glorious day! I am so glad I came and got out of the city. I still feel the darkness out there, but for now, I hope that this day never ends.

Sylvia lets out a contented sigh as she leans back and watches everyone else have their fun, smiling at the ongoing antics.


Female Dwarf Transmuter 5/Cyphermage 1 | HP 44/44 | Physical Enhancement +2 Str; Telekinetic Fist 7/7
Stats:
AC 12, T 12, FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6; Init +7; Perception +9

"Say, um, Sylvia, was it? Would you perchance be willin' to share some of that wine?" Eostre says, apparently already halfway through the curry without so much as a bead of sweat.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric of Shelyn 2 | HP 19/19 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | CMD 14 | F +5 R +3 W +7 | Init +7 | Per +3

"Sure! You won't find any better. At least in town. Now, Magnimar... they had a fine selection of wines," she smiles in remembrance. "The niceties of living in a port town, I guess." She then giggles at her own little joke as she passes the wine bottle to Eostre.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Nicat happily tucks into his salmon and the Dragon's fine amber ale, puzzled why it makes Sylvia's nose crinkle up. He takes several large swallows and runs his fingers along his nose, then takes a hearty sniff of the brew, almost getting it up his nose. Still no crinkle. Hmm, must be a human thing...

Looking up at his taller companions, he says, "So, now what? Check out some more games and contests, try some of the Hagfish's chowder, what ya wanna do?"

Turning to the dwarven woman, he adds, "Eostre, seems we've been to a bunch of things the rest of us wanted to see, anything in particular you'd like to check out at the festival?"


A Grieving Sister

As the group dines on salmon, ale and fine wine, three people in particular walk up to the Rusty Dragon's table.

Two of them are the archer, Banny, and his girlfriend Kat from before, but this time they have a very attractive redhead with them.

"Katrine, don't worry so much. Your father will come around to me eventually--" Banny starts.

"That's what you think. You know Dad; he's so stubborn when it comes to this kind of thing." Katrine cuts him off.

The redhead spots the group--more specifically, Nicat--and hurries over.

"Excuse me, are you the halfling who was doing that juggling act with glass balls earlier?"


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

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

Nicat looks for a moment as if he's ready to point at Fulko and say, "No, that wasn't me, that was him!" - but then he see who's asking the question.

He puffs up with pride at having been noticed by such a beauty and furiously thinks on whether he recognizes her and who she might be. At the same time, he says, "Why yes, I am that halfling. Quite a show, wasn't it?"


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)

"Well, I think I've eatten all I can and then some so..." But that's when the trio come in, Ekan turns when they approach and listens to the redheaded girl and Nicat curiously.


"Nicat's pretty good at juggling things, I once saw him juggle three cats" Said Fulko as a sinister smile appeared on his face "The scratches on his face lasted for days" He continued as a wave of laughter over took him.


A Grieving Sister

Nicat's Knowledge Roll:
You recognize the three people from around town.

The archer, with his short brown hair and scruffy stubble, is Banny Harker. He's a penny-pinching sort, and has a bad habit of running the lumber mill long into the night resulting in noise complaints, but ultimately a kind man. He works at Sandpoint's lumber mill, owned by the Scarnetti family.

The brunette with long hair and innocent blue eyes next to Banny is Katrine Vinder. She comes off as being naive to some people, most notably her own father. Her affair with Banny has given the man no end of consternation, as he's convinced Banny's only dating her for her money. She's otherwise a dutiful daughter.

The redhead speaking with you is Katrine's younger sister, Shayliss. In essence, she's the opposite of Katrine--more easygoing and less concerned with responsibility. She has a reputation of being a party girl--she likes drinking and dating in equal measure. Her father hasn't been paying as much attention to her activities as he has Katrine's.

The redhead smiles. "It certainly was." She steps past Nicat, taking a plate of salmon and a mug of amber ale. "Would you like to have lunch with us?"

Katrine snickers. "Not wasting any time, are you sis? I wonder what Daddy would say..."

The redhead blushes. "Shut up, Kat."


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

"Well, I've had about all the lunch that'll fit," says Nicat with a great, happy grin on his face, "but there's always room for more ale, and I've a taste for a nice slice of pie as well." Nicat's wink as he says this last bit is so quick, no one is sure whether he actually winked at all.

"In short, I'd be happy to join you," he says, then waves a hand toward his friends and says, "we all would, I'm sure. Some of these folks are new to town, always nice to get to know people. I'm Nicat, and I know your names already. Banny, Katrine, Shayliss, meet the gang: Fulko's the big fellow, Ekan is the serious-looking one, Eostre there has the braids and the intense eyes, Ilya's, the blue fellow, never knows if he's comin' or goin' and Sylvia's the Shelynite priestess who'll let you have her ale, since she doesn't care for it much."

He gestures over to some nearby picnic tables and says, "How about we all take a seat?" Bowing, he gestures for Shayliss to precede him to the table, where he makes a show of pretending to pull out the bench for her to sit down.


Female Dwarf Transmuter 5/Cyphermage 1 | HP 44/44 | Physical Enhancement +2 Str; Telekinetic Fist 7/7
Stats:
AC 12, T 12, FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6; Init +7; Perception +9
Sylvia Jahlyn wrote:
"Sure! You won't find any better. At least in town. Now, Magnimar... they had a fine selection of wines," she smiles in remembrance. "The niceties of living in a port town, I guess." She then giggles at her own little joke as she passes the wine bottle to Eostre.

"Heh, hardly. I grew up in a port town and the best alcohol they had there tasted like warm piss and the best wine was basically vinegar."

She stops by the Hagfish's booth and picks up a bowl of chowder that she eats while watching Nicat talk.

"I'm *hic* new here in town. Just arrived here from *slurp* Riddleport."


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)
Quote:
"In short, I'd be happy to join you," he says, then waves a hand toward his friends and says, "we all would, I'm sure. Some of these folks are new to town, always nice to get to know people. I'm Nicat, and I know your names already. Banny, Katrine, Shayliss, meet the gang: Fulko's the big fellow, Ekan is the serious-looking one, Eostre there has the braids and the intense eyes, Ilya's, the blue fellow, never knows if he's comin' or goin' and Sylvia's the Shelynite priestess who'll let you have her ale, since she doesn't care for it much."

"It is good to meet you," Ekan says to them as all are introduced.


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5
Nicat wrote:
"Ilya's, the blue fellow, never knows if he's comin' or goin'..."

"Nicat, by contrast is only ever going..." Ilya thought. "Best of luck keeping his attention, lass." Ilya knew he was pouting because of how dreadfully flat his little joke about the curry had fallen.

"If she'll bear it, I think I will endeavor to tresspass on Mistress Ameiko's hospitality just a bit longer. I'll join you shortly."


A Grieving Sister

Shayliss graciously takes the seat Nicat offers her, giggling a little. Katrine & Banny sit down next to her, setting their plates of salmon down with their drinks.

"I've been meaning to ask, Nicat: you juggle so well! Where'd you learn to do that?" Shayliss asks, paying more attention to the halfling than her own food.

Katrine cheekily tries to sneak a bit of Shayliss' food.


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

Ameiko watches everyone except Ilya head off to one of the picnic tables before turning to the blue man.

"So, anything you want to talk about?" She turns to him.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Nicat beams at Shayliss' praise of his skills and answers her, "Oh, you know, picked it up when I was little, er, when I was a kid, had fun with it and kept at it. But I got really good at it when I traveled with the caravan, saw a bit of the world and got paid for my talents. Pretty amazing, huh?" For all that Nicat sounds boastful (and is, a bit), it's also clear that he counts himself quite lucky to have gone on the road with the caravan and learned a thing or two.

It's also clear that, despite putting on airs as a man of experience, he doesn't know a great deal about talking with girls, since he doesn't ask one thing about Shayliss, so focused is he on his own tale.


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5
GM_Ameiko Kaijitsu wrote:

Ameiko watches everyone except Ilya head off to one of the picnic tables before turning to the blue man.

"So, anything you want to talk about?" She turns to him.

"Sometimes I can view the roads I've walked, and I can often see paths not yet trod, yet I am blind to the ground on which I stand." Ilya smiles as though this makes perfect sense. "I'd like to know more of this place, as it was, as it will be, but most importantly... as it is. And if I can do so in the company of such a charming woman, and free ale, so much the better!"

"I understand that this festival is on the anniversary of some great fire. One that was very deadly, I would guess. Can you tell me more of this?"

"Why is it called the Swallowtail Festival? I've not seen any particular tie to the local songbirds... save our juggling friend over there," Ilya points towards Nicat.

"How did the Sandpoint Cathedral catch fire? Has anyone found the truth of that?"

Diplomacy (gather information): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Ilya may have more questions. But, this is a start.


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare

Ameiko chuckles at Ilya's efforts to flatter her. "Ya know, if you're trying to get free meals outta me, you're on the right track, sir." She shrugs. "Well, if this were normal business hours."

Ilya wrote:

"I understand that this festival is on the anniversary of some great fire. One that was very deadly, I would guess. Can you tell me more of this?"

"How did the Sandpoint Cathedral catch fire? Has anyone found the truth of that?"

Ameiko sighs. "Yeah, the fire happened about five years ago. It was bad enough that Sandpoint just endured several months of terror by a serial killer, but then the old cathedral of Desna went up in flames. Took the White Deer, three homes and the North Coast Stables with it." She turns back to preparing more food for approaching customers as she speaks.

"The most frightening thing is that we never learned who... or what... started the fire. Father Tobyn died in that inferno, along with his little girl Nualia." She looks up at Ilya. "Almost sinfully beautiful, she was. He wasn't her real father, and he was known to be overbearing, but he loved her like his own."

Ilya wrote:
"Why is it called the Swallowtail Festival? I've not seen any particular tie to the local songbirds... save our juggling friend over there."

Ameiko chuckles again. "The Swallowtail Festival? Well, from what I've read, it's to commemorate the creation of the first swallowtail butterfly. See, Desna's avatar fell to earth after kicking Lamashtu's ass from here to Absalom, and was nursed back to health by a blind child. She made him immortal and capable of exploring the many wonders of this world for the rest of his days in thanks." She looks over at the swallowtail cage.


A Grieving Sister

Shayliss looks over, barely missing Katrine plucking a bit of her salmon from her plate.

Not that it matters much, because as it turns out, that bit of salmon apparently had a large dose of spices on it, if her reaction is any indication: Katrine pales and starts chugging her ale. Shayliss arches an eyebrow at her sister before turning back to Nicat.

Banny sighs and shakes his head, a small grin on his face. "Smooth, Kat. No, really."

"Hey, at least you got to get out of here and explore, Nicat." Shayliss sighs. "I know that if I tried something like that, Daddy would spank me until I couldn't sit for a week."


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

"Yeah, well, I had to sneak away to do it," Nicat responds sympathetically to Shayliss, while grinning a bit at Katrine's spicy plight. "In fact, I had to sneak out of my folks' house and then sneak into the caravan to leave with it. Sometimes you just have to take a chance and risk life's spankings..."

Nicat trails off, uncharacteristically philosophical in his tone for a moment. He looks off into the distance, as if deep in thought, but it quickly becomes clear he's spotted one of the swallowtails released earlier and he's actually just gauging his chances of catching the beautiful, winged flower.


Male Samsaran Foresight Diviner 1
Stats:
HP 9/9 | AC 13, T 13, FF 10 | CMD 11 | F +1, R +3, W +2 | Init +8 | Perception +5

"The swallowtail is a butterfly? Serves me right for thinking myself an ornithologist! I look forward to seeing those!" Ilya says as one of the released swallowtails drifts lazily by, in plain view.

Ilya makes a mental note to speak to Father Zantus about the battle between Desna and Lamashtu, as well as the late Father Tobyn and his ward Nualia.

"Sherriff Hemlock seems a worthy man. No doubt he made a full investigation. But, perhaps, entangled in the transition following the death of his predecessor, he was not at his full capabilities." Ilya muses aloud. He looks back to Ameiko. "Do the ruins of the old Cathedral still stand?"


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)

"Everyone I know respects the sheriff highly," Ekan says thinking on his own few encounters with the man, "Well, almost everyone. I'm sure a few wish they could get away with more."


Female Dwarf Transmuter 5/Cyphermage 1 | HP 44/44 | Physical Enhancement +2 Str; Telekinetic Fist 7/7
Stats:
AC 12, T 12, FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6; Init +7; Perception +9

Eostre finishes her chowder and stands over by Ilya and Ameiko, listening to the tale with a grim look on her face.


A Beautiful Bardess Beyond Compare
Ilya wrote:
"Do the ruins of the old Cathedral still stand?"

"Not to my knowledge. We more or less built the new cathedral atop the old one." Ameiko says, looking at the town's newest building.


The festival day goes on, and the chilly Rova winds do nothing to dampen the spirits of the people of Sandpoint. The events of the day are beginning to wind down as the sun begins to set.

GM Rolls:
Stealth: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Perception DC 24:
You could swear you saw something small with an abnormally large head duck behind an alleyway.

At the end of the square, Father Zantus climbs up to the podium.

"May I have your attention please?" He asks. His request goes unheard over the din of the crowd.

Sighing, he takes out a small yellow rock and throws it at his feet. It hits the podium with a loud *BANG!* that gets everyone's attention.


M Halfling Bard 6 | HP 50 | AC 22 | T 16 | FF 17 | CMD 19 | Fort +4 | Ref +11 | Will +6 (+2 vs fear) | Init +5 | Perc +12

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Nicat is enjoying chatting with Shayliss, but eventually gets up to explore a bit more of the festival and finally try one of the delicious pies he missed out on earlier. When Father Zantus makes the startlingly loud noise on the stage, Nicat jumps like a scalded cat, then quickly looks around to make sure no one noticed. He sets his shoulders, keeping as cool an air as he can manage, and says, "Huh, wonder what's going on?"

He spots Ilya nearby and says, "Hey, do you know what he's going to say?"


Female Dwarf Transmuter 5/Cyphermage 1 | HP 44/44 | Physical Enhancement +2 Str; Telekinetic Fist 7/7
Stats:
AC 12, T 12, FF 10; Fort +3, Ref +3, Will +6; Init +7; Perception +9

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"Huh. Thunderstone. Impressive." Eostre muses, patting her stomach a bit, having stuffed it thoroughly throughout the day.


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Ekan has let his more extroverted friends control the conversations, and let more food settle and barely touched alcohol, but seems to have had a good time regardless.

Quote:

At the end of the square, Father Zantus climbs up to the podium.

"May I have your attention please?" He asks. His request goes unheard over the din of the crowd.

Sighing, he takes out a small yellow rock and throws it at his feet. It hits the podium with a loud *BANG!* that gets everyone's attention.

Ekan moves closer to the podium, and stands politely to hear the revered father out.


Female Human (Varisian) Cleric of Shelyn 2 | HP 19/19 | AC 18 T 12 FF 16 | CMD 14 | F +5 R +3 W +7 | Init +7 | Per +3

Sylvia excitedly walks beside Ekan, wrapping her arm around his as they approach the podium. She breathes out heavily, with excitement in her voice, "Finally, they're going to open the new chapel! This is so exciting!" She grins in anticipation of Father Zantus' words.


Male Human Monk-6 (HP: 49/56; AC 19, 18t, 16ff; F+7,R+7,W+8)

Ekan can't help but smile as Sylvia takes his arm. She has a way of making people do that, "I admit to being very curious."

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