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Liberty's Edge

Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"I enjoy stories, long or otherwise," Egil says. "Especially ones involving trouble," he prods, hoping to get some more information from the sheriff.

The sheriff reached up, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. "Alright, but we don't have time for the full story. I'll give you the short version."

"Sandpoint's been around for about 50 years, and we'd had no major problems. Then, five years back, the town got hit by a serial killer known as the 'Chopper'. He killed 25 folks in a single month. And just a month after that, we got hit by the Cathedral fire, and we lost two of our most well liked citizens. This raid is just the latest in a line of seemingly unconnected events that seem fit to try and ruin this town. Folks mostly call it the "Late Unpleasantness". Most of the locals prefer to ignore it and look to the future. Say what you want about Varisians, but they sure are good at the whole 'looking on the bright side' thing."

The sheriff's words held quite a bit of truth. Despite the raid yesterday, many of the folks were going about their daily business with a smile on their faces as if nothing happened. Many even waved at or gave thanks to the folks who had done well in protecting the town.

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
"Incidentally, what exactly is Sandpoint's relationship to Magnimar? It's so much smaller, but clearly it's something amiable."

"If by amiable, you mean bordering on anexation, then yes. Magnimar's the closest big city, but officially, we're independant. Unofficially, however, a few of our noble families have strong ties back in Magnimar, and there are folks who'd see us just another city subdivision if they could help it."

Sabina Fueges wrote:
"I thought I heard something about the previous priest being killed during this 'time of troubles'. Do you think there might be any link to these goblin attacks on the church? They struck during the celebration of the new church opening, and now they're down in the crypts. It doesn't sound much like the usual trouble that goblins get up to."

"An interesting theory, but unlikely. Father Tobyn and his daughter were claimed by a fire that started inside the church. Goblins may be good at starting fires, but there's no way one would have been able to get into town, get into the church, light it on fire, and escape without being noticed. If nothing else, we'd have found the things charred remains near the point of origin."

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"What kind of law enforcement does this town have?" he wonders. "How many of you guard this place? And I heard tale of a time of troubles recently...what was that about?"

"You're walking with the town's law enforcement. I'm the sheriff, and I count anywhere from 20-30 deputies under my command at any one time. Right now, it's 23, down from 25 yesterday."

"Technically, if necessary, I have the authority to call in extra forces from Magnimar, but given they also have the authority to refuse my request, I don't like to make it often. Besides, folks round here get antsy when non-locals start issuing orders."

When the recent troubles were brought up, the stoic sheriff went quiet for a moment.

"... It's a long story, and I don't wanna bore you folks with it."

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As everyone seemed to agree, the Sheriff nodded and mad his way for the door, expecting them to follow.

As the group began walking towards the cathedral, the sheriff remained quiet, occasionally looking over each of the folks following him.

Spoiler:
If you want to ask any question about the town, its residence, or anything else you want, this is the man to ask.

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:

"Pay?" Egil asks, glad to have something while his daily entertaining seems to have dried up.

"Do you care to elaborate?" he says before retrieving his axe.

"Well, as adventurers, I'm aware you're used to a little more than the average Joe on the street. I can pull together 50 gold a piece."

As the rest seemingly agreed, Sheriff Hemlock gave a nod before looking to the remainder. "It's not a mandatory request. But I'd much appreciate the help."

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
"Aye, sir, we are. Is there something the matter?" Ven says.

The Sheriff gave a nod. "Aye, there might be. But don't worry, I'm not here to blame you for any of it. Quite the opposite, actually. I'd like to request your aid. Sheriff Belor Hemlock, by the way."

"It shouldn't be too difficult, but it's still important. A half hour ago, Father Zantus came by my office. He told me the door to one of the crypts in the Boneyard was open, and he heard movement inside. My guess? Some goblins got stuck in there during the raid, and it shouldn't be too much trouble. But then again, if you asked me before yesterday if we would get raided by goblins, I'd of probably said no, so I'm not interested in taking that risk again."

"So, would you be willing to lend me a hand? I'll pay you for your time."

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"Any word on the attacks? What has come of the investigation?" the skald asks.

The sheriff raised a hand. "My apologies, citizen, but I cannot discuss the facts of an ongoing investigation with those outside of the city guard."

He approached closer and lent in to whisper.

Whisper:
"Especially when I would prefer not to worry the locals without combat experience."

He stood back up, looking over the group. "You all fit the descriptions. Are you folk the ones who took up arms during yesterday's raid?"

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:

"Sometimes you must either laugh or cry, and I'm glad you have chosen to laugh," he says.

"Does your father live here in town? What was he going on about, anyway?"

Amieko nodded. "Aye, he and the rest of the noble trash live in the manors just south of town, though unless you like swimming, you have to head out east to get there first. Though, with any luck, maybe he'll actually leave and I'll finally get to live my own damn life again."

Bogan Canis wrote:
"Seeing as he told us he was here to take her away, I'd guess it was something along those lines. Still, we need to think less of him and more about keeping the good vibes up. In my eyes, the hunt just became all the more important."

As the topic of the hunt came up, that was when the group would notice something; Aldern Foxglove wasn't present anywhere in the common room. Several other folks were, of course, but no sign of the strapping noble could be seen.

It was at this point that the door to the inn swung open once more. This time, however, it was a different, albeit familiar face from the festival. As soon as he entered, one of the folks closest to the door looked over and spoke.

"Mornin', Sheriff Hemlock."

"Mornin', Rick."

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"Well, perhaps it is a tale for another time," the skald says. "Ameiko, is there anything we can do to help? This is a difficult situation," he says. "Surely he will come around."
"Bogan Canis"[b wrote:
"Aww, to hell with him,"[/b] He said in response to the skald's words while trying to figure out something humorous to say to try and cheer the innkeeper up. "If people can't accept you for who you are or the kind of good you're doin', they aren't worth your thoughts or time."

Ameiko looked at the assembled menagerie for a moment before looking back at her lable. Reaching, she pulled out a single greying hair. She looked it over for a moment before suddenly breaking into a grin.

"Well, looks like I'm gonna have to get a clean ladle, seeing as Jackass stew's not on the menu till tomorrow."

It was this that finally broke the thick tension hanging in the inn, as the rest of the assembled masses burst out in laughter.

Ven Nicolae wrote:
"Gods, what a horrible man," she says quietly. "His kind are always the worst."

After laughing for a moment at Ameiko's comment, the man continued. "Aye, ye won't find much argument against that here, least of all from his poor suffering daughter. He's been like that to her ever since her poor mother passed away. If ye ask me, I don't think that's the right way to be raising a child as a single parent."

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An update; the extraction went fine, but I was in a drugged stupor all of yesterday. Today, I'm at work, but I'll have a post up after I get home.

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
Ven grabs the first local she sees and says, "Oi, that Ameiko's old man? What's his problem?"

One of the locals whispers a response. "Lonjiku Kaijitsu. Scion of one of the four noble families of Sandpoint. He's always been... well, a right jackass towards people he thinks are lower than him. Doesn't help that his daughter's adventuring and running an inn instead of training to take over the family glass business."

Bogan Canis wrote:
"Alright, Dipstick. I don't know what the hell you were saying, but it's obvious your daughter ain't leaving anytime soon." He said, approaching the man from behind and clasping his shoulder. "It's also obvious that you are leaving now. Whether that means you're going home peacefully or if I have to toss you out for causing a ruckus is completely up to you. For your sake, use what's left of that 'half-a-mind' of yours to make a smart decision."
Sabina Fueges wrote:
Sabina snickered audibly when Ameiko hit the old man with the ladle, and seemed surprised when nobody else in the tavern joined in. She remained next to Bogan, straightening her face to back him up in intimidating the old man.

The look on Lonjiku's face, for the briefest moment, lost its indignant anger, turning pale and fearful. But he quickly bit his tongue, and gave a loud harumph.

"No need. I can show myself out. It is clear I am not wanted here."

He walked towards the door, a few bits of food from the ladle dripping down his face. But just as he reached the door, he turned back, glaring with anger at Ameiko, and spoke his last words.

"You are as dead to me as your mother."

Before there was a response, he turned and left. Ameiko stood in stunned silence. Everyone in the room looked at her, unsure of how she was going to respond.

For a moment, Ameiko's swagger and confidence was gone. As she watched her father leave, she seemed to be on the verge of tears.

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As he says, I'm in the midst of painful dental issues. Thankfully, I have an appointment booked for tomorrow. After that, with any luck, I won't be a complete trainwreck 90% of the time. My sincerest apologies for not keeping things going as fast as we all would like it to be.

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
"Yo, Ameiko! You need any help with this guy?" Ven calls out.

As friendly and jovial as Ameiko had been, it was clear that the discussion was getting heated, as Ameiko wasn't really able to give much of a reply.

After a moment, the discussion reached a fever pitch. The man suddenly reached out, as if to grab Ameiko by the arm, but without so much as a hiccup, she dodged out of the way. Without missing a beat, her arm swung around, and there was a sudden 'thud' as her ladle smacked the old man upside the head.

There was an audible gasp throughout the room as this happened. Even Ameiko seemed shocked at what she did, dropping the ladle. Her father seemed equally stunned, and for a solid few seconds, they stood in silence, looking at each other.

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
Ven rolls her eyes, takes a big gulp of her drink, and sets the mug down before speaking. "Sir, forgive me, but I think you may need better sources for your information. We acted to prevent further loss of life yesterday. I suppose it isn't your fault, the gossip mill always distorts these things," she says, hardly disguising her disdain. "We're all just trying to get our bearings. Why don't you sit down a while, this doesn't have to be messy."
Egil Forkbeard wrote:

Egil stands up as the man clearly has some bad information.

"Risked everyone's lives? You have been misinformed if you believe that fighting back against a goblin attack risked any life. We saved countless lives," Egil retorts, unhappy with the accusations.

The response didn't do much to calm the aggitated tian. "How dare you accuse me of getting my information wrong! I am not stupid! I know you wúzhī de júwàirén rushed in ahead the local guard, leaving even more of a mess for us to clean up! You put this town at risk for your own personal glory!"

Sabina Fueges wrote:
Sabina's initial reaction was much like Bogan's: anger. A moment later, however, it occurred to her that there was something strange about the old man's behavior. Why blame strangers who fought the goblins? Why ask where his daughter was when he knew she owned the place? Hmmm...

Getting a good hold on the man's state of mind was... difficult, to say the least, not helped by his tendency to slip back into his native language when he got heated.

Bogan Canis wrote:
"Being her oldie is great and all, but the sheila can take care of herself just fine I imagine. So, why don't you get somewhere fortified if safety is such an issue while she carries on like usual?"

It was clear to all at this point that trying to be polite was getting nowhere as he marched up to Bogan, doing his damndest to look as intimidating as an old tian man could. "You yúchǔn de kěpà de báichī! How DARE you tell me how to run my family? If I was 10 years younger, I'd have half a mind too-"

"Fùqīn!" came a shout from the kitchen doorway. Standing there, a similar bright redness to her face of anger, was Ameiko, dressed in a stained apron, and holding a ladle.

Quickly breaking off from Bogan, her father marched towards her, and the two began arguing in their native language, leaving most in the dark. It didn't take a master of reading people to tell that neither of them were particularly happy about the exchange.

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:

Egil comes down a little late for breakfast, having enjoyed a long sleep, as one would after a day of physical exertion.

Having just sat to a plate full of food, he looks up at the foreigner.

"I hope nothing has happened to your daughter...the town was attacked yesterday. Perhaps if you tell us who your daughter is, we can help you," he says.

Sabina Fueges wrote:

Sabina turned to the old man, trying to remember if she'd seen him the day before.

"Please sir, calm down. I'm sure we can find your daughter together"

While the various shockingly polite comments had seemed to calm him down, the man didn't seem to be entirely pleased at the situation.

"My daughter owns this ramshackle excuse for a business. She should be here right no-"

He suddenly stops as he eyes the group. His gaze narrows as he looks around at both those who spoke and those who sat in silence.

"... Wait a minute... I have heard of you. You are those... Āng zāng de màoxiǎn jiā who risked the safety of everyone at the festival with your antics! You're the reason I'm here to take my daughter away!"

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While I cannot demand that you stay, I ask that you give a small chance. I've been sick with a severe tooth infection for awhile, and while I will admit I've not been as on the ball as much as I should have been, it has been in part due to my inexperience, and my attempting to give my players a chance to post. It is difficult for me to find a balance where-in I'm not posting too much, taking away player ability to partake, but it's clear to me I've gone a bit too far in the other direction now.

That said, if it is your wish to leave, I will not stop you. I thank you for giving the game a chance, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it enjoyable for you.

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As conversations carried on and breakfast was had, a feeling on comfortable familiarity wafted through the inn. Moments like this where hard to come by after an incident like yesterday. Hopefully, nothing would come in to ruin it...

Before much else could be said, the door to the inn slammed open. An elderly-looking tian man dressed in expensive finery stepped in, shouting at the top of his lungs in a language no-one seemed to understand. The locals suddenly became quiet and very interested in their meals.

After a moment, seemingly realizing his mistake, the tian man spoke again, this time in thickly accented common.

"Where is my daughter?!"

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My apologies for not getting a post up. I've been sick and busy with work the past while. I'll get on making a new post.

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Anca Covanu wrote:
Anca snorted at the feisty humanoid's joke and raised her goblet in approval. She eased back into her chair, unwinding with the others while listening to the ulfen man's epic. She surveyed the room and attempted to catch bits of conversation, wondering how the residents and visitors alike were coping with the day's events.

The folks of Sandpoint seemed to be taking the recent event in stride. While the occasional shaken individual, person mourning a lost loved one, or the like would be in tears, most of the folks went about the rest of the day with a stoic discipline. But looking at them, the reasoning was simple; they were tired. This was clearly just the latest in a line of problems.

As folks arrived at the Rusty Dragon, they would see the titular sign, a rusted iron dragon, hanging over the door. Entering would find a few folks still sitting in the common room, drinking and talking, but the general quietness of the place showed that most folks had called it an early night or left the inn entirely following the events of the day.

The Following Morning

Entering the Rusty Dragon's common room the following morning, you could be forgiven for thinking you'd woken up in another world. The tables were almost all full, laughter and conversation filled the air, and the smell of breakfast wafted through the entire room. It was a welcome sign of sanity for the first time since before the attack.

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Alright. Once Anca and Trisha have been able to say their last, I'll fast forward it.

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Anca Covanu wrote:
Are we anticipating a roleplay scene at RDI or are we expediting at this point?

Up to the players. Current plan is to expedite to tomorrow morning at the RDI, unless the players would prefer otherwise.

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Sabina Fueges wrote:
"Thank you for your words of encouragement, Father Zantus. If there is anything that I can do to help you or the temple, please let me know. I'll be staying in Sandpoint for a while; I think I've put enough distance between me and Cheliax, at least for now. Sadly, however, I've exhausted the last of my healing and will need to rest soon." she said.

"You've already done more than anyone could reasonably ask of you. Know that you have my thanks, as well as the thanks of every man, woman and child here this day. For both your help here, and your aid in the attack. And know that as long as you stay in Sandpoint, my door is always open."

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With everyone's aid, the clean-up of small green corpses went swiftly, and soon, the square began to resemble a town square instead of a terrifying massacre. A couple men, followed by Gorvi, began the process of hauling the wagon full of goblins towards the cliffs at the edge of time.

Unless folks have things they specifically wish to do, folks can indicate they head towards the Rusty Dragon to move things along.

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Sabina Fueges wrote:

"No! Of course not. I'd never do anything to help Asmodeus!"

"I see your point, Father Zantus. It is by our deeds that the gods judge us. Even so, I must live by more than just the gods' judgement; I've left my family and friends behind because of this affliction, and I suspect it won't be long before the people of this town grow suspicious of me. What should I do?"

Father Zantus smiled before motioning towards the man Sabina had been healing, who had fallen into a peaceful sleep following the ordeal.

"Continue to do what you are doing. Never give the people of this town the chance to doubt your good intentions. If someone dares to question your sincerity, don't fight them on it. Simply continue to do what you are doing. Those who matter will know the truth, and those who continue to judge won't matter."

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Sabina Fueges wrote:

"I can't do much, but what kind of person would I be if I did less than I could? You're kind to ask, and I do have a problem I'd like to discuss with you, but the details may not be safe to speak in public."

"I've come here from further south than Korvosa; I was born and raised in Kintargo, in Cheliax. My family have been loyal to Iomedae for generations; I have never called upon the Lord of Lies in my prayers, and yet...there was an incident a few months ago. I don't want to take up too much of your time with details, but there was a fight, and I began speaking Infernal; in fact, since that time it has been all I can speak whenever I become too excited or stressed. My faith can heal these people, and yet I worry that it may not be Iomedae who grants me this strength. I think I may have been cursed by diabolists."

Father Zantus listened in silence. He considered what had been said for a moment before responding.

"Tell me, my child, have you used this strength to oppress the innocent? To steal the lives of righteous men? To further the the aims of the Prince of Darkness?"

Ven Nicolae wrote:
Ven helps out, keeping a sharp eye out for anything of interest on the bodies.
Egil Forkbeard wrote:
Egil carefully examines all of the corpses he handles, looking for any useful gear like the potion he had found, as well as any clues as to why they came here.

While the search offered little in the way of motivation, a curious pattern emerged. While all the goblin's gear was motley and barely holding together, there were certain similarities between various goblins. From what could be tell, there had been four separate groups of goblins involved in the fighting.

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Sabina Fueges wrote:
Looking around the room, however, she was disturbed by how differently she felt from the other healers working there. Father Zantus seemed like a conduit of the gods' light, and even the non-divine healers seemed to exude a calm serenity. For Sabina, however hard she tried, she couldn't quite touch the quiet strength she'd come to associate with the priests of Iomedae; in its place was a burning hatred, a desire to find the ones responsible for this disaster and bring them to even further depths of ruin.

"Excuse me," came a familiar voice. Standing behind Sabina was Father Zantus, a calm look on his face.

"I wished to thank you for the assistance. These people, and I, are very grateful for the help. But I sense something is troubling you, my child."

Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"I can help throw the green menaces on a cart," he says. "What was your name, ya big oaf?"

The half-orc grunted. "Gorvi's th' name. I run street clean-up in this town. Usually, th' jobs got a little less blood and bodies. At least until the Late Unpleasantness..."

Egil Forkbeard wrote:

The Viking had an ulterior motive in assisting: searching the dead goblins for any clues as to why they attacked the town.

As I pick up each corpse, I'll see if it has anything of value or any clues that might show why they attacked...

Throwing the corpses around offered little insight. Their gear was ratty, cobbled together junk that was mostly already broken from the fighting. There may have been something...

Anyone interacting with the Goblin corpses can make a Perception check.

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Sabina Fueges wrote:
Sabina jogged through the town towards the temple, keeping her eyes open for any injured who were left behind on her way over. She had intended to visit the temple after the festival regardless, as she needed to speak with Father Zantus, but this was hardly the time for her problems, so she kept those to herself and simply asked him where she might be of the most use.

The help was warmly welcomed in the temple. Insides, any citizen with even the smallest amount of medical knowledge was doing everything they could for numerous injured parties. Some suffered jagged lacerations from dog slicers, while others showed burns. While most of the people weren't in too bad a shape, there were a few unfortunate souls living on borrowed time, their wounds beyond what anything these few poor folks could muster.

Father Zantus stood beside these poor souls, holding their hands in his. He was doing what magical healing he could, but it was clear to anyone that his best service these folks was to provide comfort in their final moments.

Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"Do you require assistance?" he asks, still carrying his bloody axe. "Though my talents are better suited elsewhere, I can see when graves need digging."

The half-orc looked over as Egil approached. "Ye wanna help? Well, ye can hold offa the grave diggin' for now. Father Zantus is gonna wanna take a chance to bless mosta the bodies afore that happens."

"Now on the other 'and, ye wanna start grabbin' the little green blighters corpses? Feel free to just chuck 'em on the wagon wot comes around. Those godless buggers don't need no blessin's nor burry-ans. We're just huckin' the buggers over the cliffs into the trash heap, were they belong."

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:
Is the portly half-orc the same one that I'd had the drinking contest with?

Yes, it is.

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Sabina Fueges wrote:
Sabina turned away from the bodies of the slain with a somber look. "I may be able to lend Father Zantus some assistance with the healing; where are they taking the injured?" she asks Ameiko.

Ameiko turned and pointed down the road. "We don't have a hospital or anything in town, so Father Zantus has opened the temple up as a temporary clinic. I'm sure he'd welcome the help."

As anyone walked through the city, the after affects of the raid could be seen. While the occasional civilian or animal corpse could be seen, most of the dead where of the small, greenish persuasion. Most folks had gone home, but a few wandered the streets in search of lost loved ones. Here and there, the aftermath of small fires fires could be seen.

Standing in the square, commanding a team of disheveled lookng individual in picking up corpses was the portly half-Orc.

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"What can I do to help?"

Amieko turned to Egil and shook her head. "You six have already done more than enough. I think you should rest. Leave the... unfortunate act of clean-up to Gorvi and his men, and the looking into of things to the Sheriff. I'm certain we'll have a better idea of what happened soon enough."

As there is not much else specific to do at this point, if folks have something they would like to do in Sandpoint, now would be the time. A little free time until the next day rumbles around.

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Bogan Canis wrote:
The fighter's smile couldn't get any bigger when he heard the news. "Strewth! I finally get to sleep in a nice warm bed for a change!" He exclaimed before coughing a bit and regaining some composure. "Awfully kind of you to save me from breaking out the matilda tonight, ma'am. If you'd like me to earn my keep through an odd job though, let me at it. Better we both benefit from this than just one of us."

Ameiko grinned. "You want to earn your keep? Then I say join this man on his hunt. A good sized boar would make dinner for everyone at the Rusty Dragon, patrons and employees alike."

Sabina Fueges wrote:
"I'm glad to see you're alright; were the other chefs able to escape as well? What about the priest? I've been looking for survivors but it seems that these poor souls are beyond our help."

Ameiko nodded. "Far as I can tell, most of the folks at the festival got away safely. The Sheriff and his men are cracking down on what few goblins remain, and Father Zantus is pretty much the only reason several folks are still breathing right now."

She turned to look at the few civilians lost in the fight. "I want to say it's a good thing that we only lost, far as I can tell, less then 30 people, but even one poor soul lost to this is one too many."

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Sabina Fueges wrote:

"I've never been hunting before, and I don't think I'd be particularly good at it, but I'm willing to give it a try. What sort of game does one hunt around here?"

Bogan Canis wrote:
"A hunt, huh? What would we hunting and would the hunt be for bragging rights or eating?"
Egil Forkbeard wrote:
"Hopefully, both!" Egil smiles.

"You are quite right!" Aldern responded. "The local Tickwood is famous for its plentiful boars. They're vicious, but delicious!"

Ven Nicolae wrote:
"Your offer is appreciated, but I need a bit of distance from the goblin corpses before I'll be in my right mind to give you an appropriate response."

Aldern turned to Ven once again. "Oh, but of course. I wasn't saying we should all go hunting right now. I am certain you'll all need rest after what has occurred."

He turned back to the entire crowd. "I am staying at a local establishment called the Rusty Dragon. If you care to take me up on my offer, you can find me there tomorrow afternoon. I may also have something else for your efforts."

Egil Forkbeard wrote:

"But for now, we should ensure the town is safe."

Egil takes a moment to search the dead goblins. "I don't expect we will find much of value, but perhaps there is a clue as to what they are doing here..."

Searching the dead goblins yielded little but their cheaply made scrap weapons and armor that was too small for anyone. However, as luck would have it, the commando had been carrying a single Potion of Cure Moderate Wounds that his quick death had left him without the time to drink.

Aldern gave everyone a smile. "I do hope to see you all tomorrow, he added before turning to Ven once more. "Even if you don't wish to join me, I would be most gracious if I could see you again so I could thank you properly."

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard," another voice came in. Ameiko Kaijitsu approached, splatters of blood on herself and her shamisen, approached. "I was actually just about to offer these fine folks a free week at the Rusty Dragon as a reward for their efforts. This town could use more heroes."

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As the words of comfort came, Aldern slowly rose up. "Yes... Pepper was a good dog... she wouldn't want me to be sad..."

He turned back to the crowd. "Well... I do believe a reward is in order for saving me. But I don't wish to simply give you money, as I feel that would be an insult to your skills..."

After thinking for a moment, he snapped his fingers. "I know! I am planning to remain in town a few days more before heading on. If you are all willing, I would like you to join me in a hunt on one of the following days. My treat."

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Anca Covanu wrote:
After a few moments, she joins the others in questioning the lucky survivor. "Well met, Aldern. I am Anca Covanu of Nybor, in town for the festival like so many others. What a horrible time for an attack - I can only imagine the death toll. Thank Desna we were so lucky." She grasps her pendant in a quick prayer to Lady Luck. "Care to tell us what you saw? After we care for the injured, finding out the reasoning behind this attack should be our top priority." She follows the nobleman's response very carefully, watching his mannerisms and paying close attention to his choice of words.

Aldern tore his gaze from Ven for a moment. "Well, I was also in town for the festival. Me and Peppers were taking a small... wait... Peppers!"

Without much of a further response, he dashed towards the bled out corpse of his dog, which lay not a few feet from the deceased goblin dog.

Aldern fell to his knees, placing a hand near the deceased canine. "No... I-I'm sorry... please... you're a good boy... get up... I-I didn't mean to let you get hurt..."

For whatever it was worth, the shock and grief seemed completely genuine.

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
"Ven, Nicolae," she said. With the fighting winding down, the haze of battle was starting to fall off of her. She wiped the blood from her sword. "Right. Not a problem, happy to help. Stars, how did this even happen? Is everyone alright?"

The noble folded up his war razor and slipped it back into his pocket. "Well, Ms. Nicolae, I'm afraid your guess is as good as mine. I'm not a local, but with gates such as these around this fine town, I find it hard to believe this is a regular occurance."

The noble blinked for a moment before blushing. "Oh, dear me, I beg your pardon, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Aldern Foxglove of Magnimar. Forgive my distraction, I just wasn't expecting such an attack, nor that my rescuer would be so... stunning."

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Bogan Canis wrote:

Reacting quickly to the fleeing hound, Bogan struck again...

...and completely whiffed it.

While Bogan's swing did little...

Egil Forkbeard wrote:

Egil chops at the dog's haunches as it turns tail.

"RaaaaAAAAHHHH!"

Egil's swing was a bit more on target. Before the hound could flee, the axe sunk deeply into its flank. It flopped to the ground, letting out one last rat-like whine before bleeing out.

It would be clear to anyone present that the fighting was winding down. The bodies of goblins, goblin dogs, regular dogs, and the occasional unlucky civilian lay scattered around the city. While occasionally the sound of battle could be heard off in the distance, it would stop as quickly as it started. Pretty soon, even those brief moments would cease.

The raid was over. The town was safe.

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Anca Covanu wrote:

Seeing the nobleman free and clear, Anca shifts her focus to the mounted leader. Eyeing the spooked goblin dog, She takes a few measured steps forward, drawing yet another starknife. With a grunt she hurls it towards the commando, hoping to put him down before he has a chance to flee.

Move 20' and throw starknife at commando. Extra +1 to atk from PBS. Extra +1/+1 to dmg from painful stare and PBS.

The commando managed to barely duck out of the way of the starknife. He returned to trying to calm down his mount...

Egil Forkbeard wrote:

Egil closes with the goblin commando, relishing the personal combat.

"You have picked the wrong day to raid this town!" he yells, then drops his already-bloody greataxe on the goblin.

... Only to have his attempts interrupted by a massive axe seperating his left brain from his right brain, leaving the goblin dog riderless and directionless.

In a blind panic, the goblin dog attempted to flee, leaving himself wide open.

As the Goblin flees, he provokes attacks of opportunity from both Egil and Bogan

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Ven Nicolae wrote:
Ven attacks the goblin before her with both swords at once.

While one blade went wide, the other found its mark, but good, driving through the goblin's throat.

As it dropped dead, the nobleman noticeably untensed. Looking back at Ven, he gave a charming smile. "Phew... My most heartfelt thanks, Ms..."

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Sabina Fueges wrote:

Sabina flicked the goblin blood from her bastard sword with a sneer. The gibbering of the goblins and the shouts of the other humans faded into a hum of background noise. She strode towards the mounted goblin to reinforce Bogan, planting her sword in the ground and reaching out to the hideous beast that the goblin was riding to flood it with terror.

Moving up 20 feet, casting Cause Fear on the Goblin Commando's mount. Will save DC 14

Goblin Dog Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The goblin dog's ears folded and it's tail folded between his legs. It let out a sound that was somewhere between a dog's whimper and a rat's squeak.

"Eh? Something wrong, Squankers?" the commando asked his fearful looking mount.

He'll flee in his turn.

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Bogan Canis wrote:

As the chopper and the dog both had no luck, Bogan felt confident in his protection as he struck out at the dog.

"You little sh*ts seem to like singing, huh? I used to sing in a church choir. Mind if I drop a little ditty on ya? If you live that long of course..."

Standard Action: Attack the goblin's mount.

The Commando smirked. He pulled back on the mount.

Immediate Action: Mounted Combat
Commando Ride: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

The goblin followed suit, side-stepping the attack. The commando laughed. "Is that the best you got, longshanks? You're as slow as you are fat!"

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Anca Covanu wrote:

Anca's token is not on the map and I can't seem to figure out how to add it myself.

Heeding Bogan's words and rushing south just behind Ven, Anca stops and launches a starknife at the goblin harrowing the cowering nobleman.

The starknife embedded itself in the logs besides the noblemen, eliciting little more than a scared whimper from him.

As he noticed the half-elven woman arrive, though, he suddenly stood up, pulling out a war razor. He appeared nervous, but suddenly started shouting. "O-o-over here, you g-g-green menace!"

As his comrades fell around him, the commando gave a grimace.

"You want a fight, longshanks? Alright. Then it's a fight you've got!"

He dropped his bow, pulled out his halberd, and swung at the angry looking shielded longshanks in front of him.

Free Action: Drop shortbow
Move Action: Pull out Horse Chopper
Standard Action: Attack Bogan

Commando Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Said swing bounced off his shield. He then kicked his goblin dog in the side, and the goblin dog also took a bite at the longshanks.

Standard Action: Attack Bogan
Goblin Dog Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

While the dog was a little more on point, he still couldn't get past the iron defense.

The green goblin, on the other hand, had been momentarily distracted by the arrival of someone else, but the noble's shouts pulled his attention back. Without thinking, he struck at the noble.

Green Goblin
Standard Action: Attack Noble

Green Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

The noble narrowly sidestepped the blow before looking at Ven. "He's distracted! Get him now!

Initiative Blocks: Round 2
1st: Goblin Commando, Green Goblin
2nd: All Heroes

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Anca Covanu wrote:
Yeah, that was the first thing I tried and it didn't work. Maybe the touchpad was messing things up. I'll try again on my desktop.

I've put your token on the map. Hope that helps.

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Sabina Fueges wrote:

full-round action: charging the blue goblin

Sabina looked back at Trisha with confusion as she touched her arm, then shrugged and tried to give her a reassuring 'thumbs up' before rushing into battle with the goblins. She was quite surprised when the phantasmal partner appeared on the opposite side of the goblin, but happily took advantage of the distraction it provided.

Sabina's AC is 14 until her next turn

You rolled a d20 for damage. I hope you don't mind, but I'll be rerolling with the actual damage. Don't worry, you hit.

Sabina's Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Hell, seems to have worked out in your favor.

For the briefest of moments, the goblin looked like he was gonna dodge. However, the shock of the sudden appearance of the illusory double tipped the odds back in Sabina's favor, and the gobo was cut down before he could get a word in edgewise.

Initiative Blocks: Round 1
1st: Green Goblin, Goblin Commando
2nd: Egil
3rd: Sabina, Trisha
4th: Bogan, Ven, Anca

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:

Egil smiles broadly as the threats appear before him.

"Ah, glorious combat! Someday, I will be fortunate to die in battle! But not today!"

The skald charges the nearest goblin, his axe held to one side.

Upon Egil's arrival, the Goblin Commando loosed his arrow.

Commando's Readied Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

The arrow embedded itself in the ground near Egil, missing him entirely.

The other goblin, however, was not so fortunate, as an axe cleft him in twain.

Initiative Blocks: 1st Round
1st: Goblin Commando, Green Goblin
2nd: Egil
3rd: Trisha, Sabina
4th: Blue Goblin
5th: Anca, Bogan, Ven

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As Egil seems to have missed rolling initiative, I'll just roll it for him to save time.

Egil's Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

As our heroes arrived at Northgate, the source of the noises was easy to find; a goblin atop a strange, hairless doglike creature was currently in the midst of fighting a much more normal looking dog.

Just as they arrived, the riding goblin got the upper hand, stabbing the dog through the middle of its back with his long, ramshackle looking halberd. He raised his now bloodied blade to the sky, and three somewhat shaken looking goblins emerged from the bushes, cheering in triumph.

Near them, hiding behind some barrels, was a noble looking man, who watched in horror as his dog perished on the goblin's blade. It didn't take much figuring to realize he was the next target.

Goblin Commando's Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Red's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Blue's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Green's Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Initiative Blocks: Round 1
1st: Green Goblin, Goblin Commando
2nd: Egil
3rd: Red Goblin
4th: Trisha, Sabina
5th: Blue Goblin
6th: Anca, Bogan, Ven

As the sound of a raging song came echoing down the road, the Goblin Commando turned his attention down the road. A battle with these longshanks seemed a lot more entertaining then simply taking out a single cowering longshanks. He pulled out his shortbow, and notched a arrow...

Goblin Commando
Move Action: Pull out Shortbow
Standard Action: Readied Action(Attack any enemy who moves within 60 feet)

The (green) goblin, on the other hand, had no such compunctions about attacking the cowardly longshanks who sicked a horrifying hound on them, and so began dashing towards him.

Green Goblin
Double Move

When your turn on the initiative block comes up, you'll arrive in one of the squares outlined in red. You may then take your full turn.

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As the six talked amongst themselves, trying to get a handle on what was going on, a series of noises came from the direction of Northgate; a loud scream, and a lot of barking. It was clear that the closest remnants of action lay in that direction.

Once everyone gets their last words in and indicates what they're doing(which I assume will be moving in the direction of Northgate), we'll start the final epic battle. If you wish to roll initiative on your turn when you're making your last words, I'd be much appreciative.

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Egil Forkbeard wrote:

Egil finally bloodies his axe, taking the head off the goblin at his feet.

"It is unlike these creatures to attack when they are outnumbered," he observes to Sabina, who he had previously fought with. "They did not count on finding me here, either," he says with no small measure of hubris.

He nods at the others he had not met. "Did one of your magic put them to sleep? That requires some skill, though I should also say it takes most of the fun out of it," he observes, looking around for more goblins.

With but a swing of the mighty axe, the final local goblin was split in twain.

While the chants of goblins and the sounds of battle raged on in the distance, it was clear that, for now at least, the fighting at the festival had stopped. They were surrounded now by the corpses of goblins, as well as a few unfortunate civilians. If nothing else, this would be a good moment to catch their breath.

There's one more fight after this, but for now, use this down time to prepare anything necessary.

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Bogan Canis wrote:

"Huh? Wonder if we bored the little blighters to sleep somehow..." He pondered aloud as he squeezed past the Ulfen warrior, not understanding that the local messmerist casted a spell with her mind. "Oh well. Their loss." When he finally made his way over to the downed chanter, he swung his blade yet again.

Move Action: Move down, squeezing past Egil, towards the chanting goblin.
Standard Action: Swang that sword

And it was with that swing that the world lost a true musical genius, as the soul of this Goblin John Lennon was sent to the boneyard.

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Ven Nicolae wrote:

Ven frowns and shrugs. "Well, that works." She kneels down and slices the throat of the one at her feet.

[dice=Coup de grace crit + sneak attack] 3d6

Pretty sure that killed it outright; if not, Fort DC 18 or die anyways.

A sleeping goblin was an easy target. Poor bastard didn't even wake up before he died.

The other goblins snored loudly, the sounds of battle around them not doing much to wake them up.

As soon as you deal with the last two, we shall temporarily leave initiative.

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Trisha Halcyon wrote:

From atop the stage, Trisha could see both the goblins and the other fighters quite clearly. And since the troublemakers were gathered up all nice and close, Trisha felt it was time to unleash her true potential. Fixing her stare on the one who started the bonfire, she focused her mind and emotions, and generated a wave of psychic magic to put him and everyone around him to sleep...

Swift Action: Hypnotic Stare (-2 Will) on Green
Full Round Action: Cast Sleep (DC 16) on Green. The 10ft burst hits him, Red, the Warsinger, and Blue (unless he dies that in one shot. Then, it'll hit Bogan. And I did check with him, he's fine with this.)

Green Will Save: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (16) - 3 = 13

Red Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4
Goblin Warsinger: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Before any of the goblins knew what was going on, all of them passed out. While other goblin chanting could still be heard wafting throughout the town, this particular warsinger had finally shut up.

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Bogan Canis wrote:

"Too bad, you lil' nipper! You're not gonna get another chance like that!" He shouted boldly as he swung his sword down on the Goblin.

Standard Action: Attack the Blue Goblin

The goblin looked up confused for a moment, only to have Bogan's sword catch it between the eyes, lodging itself in its tiny, lizard brain. As memories of its last meal(a rat it'd caught on the way to Sandpoint) and its mother's face(a cross between a demon and a side-show clown) dripped out of the gash, its eyes rolled back and it dropped dead.

This quickly and drastically wiped the smiles from the faces of the other gobos. Clearly, these longshanks meant business.

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