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Targ tips back the rest of his drink, picks up his klar, and heads for the nearest person that Etellio pointed out.

Grael hisses, "I'm not a divining rod!"

Seeing as things will be less quiet in their actions than they hoped for this evening, Etellio sighs and stands. He gathers his energy for further spellcasting, and looks around to make sure there are no more "surprises" lurking in the crowd.

"My apologies, Miss Shalelu...but it seems we have a bit more trouble to deal with." Otherwise, he focuses his attention on Targ's conversation with the Varisian man.

He explains in a whisper. "What was that, Etellio? They had friends? I'm so glad that you took the time to point them out to the others and ignore me." He sarcastically comments, in a foul mood for some reason.

Glad to hear you had a good trip!

Etellio, trying to again remain inconspicuous to their new observers, goes as if to get Grael another drink. He whispers. "My apologies, Grael...I was trying to make my talk seems natural. I had forgotten how sharp your ears are. In this crowd noise and bustle, they aren't easy to spot, and I merely wanted them to see them in case we are attacked."

"Perhaps your other senses can note something we can't, they are 30 degrees to your right." (making something up here to describe their location- hope that's OK)

No worries...but man you had me confused as hell there for a minute. I was like..."WTH...did someone just come charging at us with a scythe???!!!"

Etellio, Grael, Ingowil and Targ listen to Shalelu's insightful discourse on gobbo lore.

Meanwhile, Ameiko starts to sing a song from her homeland.

Spot Check DC 15** spoiler omitted **

Spot (1d20=19)

Etellio drinks brandy to go with his meal...adding some bread or such as possible. He'll probably have somewhere on the order of 5 or 6 such glasses to keep him warm.

However, perhaps because he's Varisian, he immediately spots the practiced movements of the men observing them. Today's sleight has clearly not been forgotten by the theives' kin yet...

Sleight of Hand (1d20+3=18)

Carefully as possible he utters a prestidigtation spell, and uses it alter the hues of Ameiko's dress to match the moods her song - something he hopes will attract everyone's attention. In his own case, he leans over to Targ (or Ingowil if she's closer), slightly pointing at her - as if amazed by the sight - while whispering:

"Be careful, we are being watched...it looks like today's thieves have friends. There...there...and there..." he utters the last part while trying to nod slightly in the direction of the the scarved observers.
He'll also try to make it a table discussion under the cover of observing the song.

Meanwhile back at the Rusty Dragon, the owner, Ameiko, can be seen making the rounds and talking to customers. She is accompanied by the same man in armor you saw the night before.

Spot (1d20=3)

Etellio fails to notice anything; he's more interested in the woman for the free meal.

"Sounds like the Mayor wants to be around until the sheriff gets back with reinforcements. Maybe once he does, Miss Shalelu can help us get a track on these buggers...that bugbear she mentioned makes me think he might be in-charge, or at least a big commander. I can't imagine those wicked beasts taking orders from goblins."

"Well now...that's much appreciated, Miss." He gives the young lady a charming smile.

For Those Who Care To Listen on Shalelu's Discussion for at least 1 hour ** spoiler omitted **
Will add other posts later; for the meantime, back to work. Overseer sees lowly subordinate and cracks whip.

Etellio goes to the bar during upon their arrival, ordering some brandy - hopefully to everyone's taste. He offers a small toast to a job well done; old friends now gone; and new friends made in battle.

He'll remain interested in Shalelu's conversation, partially out of an interest in knowing more for his travels, but also out of a bit of fascination over the elven woman.

Sorry to hear that man - I saw the news about a ferry disaster due to the storms. Take care.

Doing alright, Rad?

Just had a completely random imagine of Targ as Norm from Cheers! when he walks into the tavern:
"Evening everyone!"
"Targ!"
"How's it going, Targ?"
"It's a dog eat dog world, & I'm wearing Milk Bone underwear."

"The it looks like we have our 'orders'," Etellio announces with a wink as he heads off to the Rusty Dragon. "First round's on the Sheriff, eh?"

"Yes, that sounds good, please join us," Etellio adds to the decision, perhaps with a bit more eagerness than intended.

I'm in Kruel's 2 pbp; a different pace also.

Yep, he's in Heathy's Pbp as well. How he manages (and you for that matter) manage to DM and play is amazing. I can barely keep up some days.

The mayor joins the sheriff's vehement objection, "The safety of the people of Sandpoint is paramount. We'll launch an offensive once we are secure here and not before."

"Sounds like we have lot of things to consider then, and we'll need to do so while we wait for the Sheriff's return." Etellios looks to see what the others have to say, only adding: "I don't know about all of you, but I could use some brandy, food and rest if it can be spared."

Assuming we are closing in on the end of one loooong day.

Been a very busy week for me guys. Next week is going to be worse. Please bear with me. Thank you.

No worries, mate. I can't speak for everyone, but we're taking a pretty casual pace - and that's OK for the most part. Compared to Heathy's Saltmarsh campaign, which I'm in, it's made for a different experience.

"So do we follow Miss Shalelu into the woods and chase after one of the chieftans - maybe get some answers? Or do we reinforce the town somehow - do you have enough forces to do so?," Etellio asks while munching on the dried fruit. His question is directed at everyone, but he looks specifically at the Mayor and Sheriff for suggestions.

"That would seem to confirm some of our findings at the gravesite," muses Etellio. "From all indications someone or something other than goblins was involved in the raid on Sandpoint."

"Someone provided a ladder over the wall to assist the goblins in getting into the cemetary and possibly the town itself." Etellio is focused on the elven maid as he speaks.

Etellio's glad for a bit of praise - it's been a crazy day!

"Madame Mayor, it's been an honor to assist your town," he says with a bit of flourish in his bow. Whether it's obvious or not, Etellio look towards the elven woman is a combination of fascination and surprise. Perhaps staring a bit long, he does his best to compose himself and give her a polite bow as well.

"We should find out just whose body it was that got snatched, and whether anybody in town has some kind of grudge against him, or the town itself."

Etellio speaks quietly, so as to not raise too much noise, in Targ's direction.

"The body snatched was Sandpoint's previous priest of the church here, based on what the Sheriff said. If Father Zanthus is a similar example, I'd find it hard to believe anyone in town would have had issue with this person. I'd be curious to know if he died recently, and how. Does it have anything to do with the building of the new cathedral?"I'd assume his date of death would have been visible on his headstone.

"I tend to think it might be someone with a grudge against the town - obviously helping these goblins to attack. In small place like this, finding out your previous spiritual leader's corpse was ransacked by monsters might weaken morale enough for a second raid."

Etellio lugs the ladder back over the wall as proof of their investigations and lowers it down. Looking at the acolyte,

"Do you have a gravedigger or groundskeeper who can keep that for us - as evidence if the sheriff needs it? It would seem rather silly I think for us to be lugging a ladder all over town."

Barring any further suggestions from the group, Etellio will jump down off the wall and make to follow the messenger - since it seems they have found at least some indication that the goblins weren't alone.

"There's a ladder over here on the other side of the wall. That's how they got in. It looks like they climbed in, but there's no sign that's how they climbed back out. Maybe it's the way they all snuck in for the invasion."

"And I don't think the goblins brought it with them; so who would provide them with a ladder? I didn't want to yell out my findings, since the Sheriff asked us to be quiet about it."

"What the...?" Etellio expresses from his wall perch - clearly puzzled to see that someone has placed a ladder here.

Does it seem crude - like something a goblin could make? Or more likely something human-made? I don't know what roll would apply here.

Etellio almost gets ready to call out to others, but then worries that shouting his findings from the top of a wall may get them more attention that the sheriff wants. Instead, he tries to get one of the group's attention: "Ingowil, Szaranoth, Grael...can one of you guys come over here for moment," he utters more quietly and waves.

Etellio calls back to the group..."It looks like the tracks lead to here..." He waves from his location near the cemetary wall,"...but there's no sign that they climbed over the wall. Magic maybe? But I'm definetely thinking there was more than goblins involved in that case."

He'll try to scale the wall, and see if he notices anything on the other side to indicate further assistance. Climb (1d20=11)

Spellcraft (1d20+3=23) 20...lol. Apparently, Etellio doesn't just know that he cast a spell, but the precise enunciations and language too! ;-)

Etellio's ears perk up as he hears the magic utterance that the dwarf uses to talk to the plants. "Try asking them who it was that stepped on them," he calls from his search near the graveyard's perimeter.

Any luck finding clues from the wall, Rad?

Etellio, barring any other suggestions, will begin to search the perimeter of the wall. He's looking for any sign of a rope, trapdoor, etc to see if he can find anything that might give a hint as to where they might have come in and out of. Hopefully, between the lantern and whatever half-light remains, his elven sight can spot something.
Search (1d20+4=15)

"Goblins don't seem like great climbers, I agree - in our encounters, they could barely stand on anything higher than a barrel. They must have had some special way in."
"That still doesn't answer why...Mister Targ, you seem to be our resident goblin expert. Are they much for eating corpses; could there be anything about this grave that would appeal to them?"

Assuming there's a wall or fence...
"Is there an exterior gate, or would someone have to go through the church to get into the cemetary," Etellio asks. Just thinking that otherwise, they would have to pitch the remains over a wall or have made a hole otherwise.

As necessary then...
Etellio creates a small ball of glowing light in his palm that he promptly flicks into the lantern to allow it to illuminate and give a concentrated beam. Light cantrip

Assuming no one else had planned to ask...

Etellio briefly approaches Father Zantus, and in low voice asks, "Pardon for asking, Father, but we've been asked to check out the cemetary due to a "distrbance." Is there someone who can show us what has happened, or will be able to spot it right away?"

In any case, after his response, glancing at the encroaching darkness, he asks the others, "Anyone have a latern handy? I can empower it without using flame and such a thing is usually better at amplifying light than just a rock. Although I suppose that would work in a pinch."

"It was the grave of Sandpoint's old priest. You understand that this matter requires a certain delicacy. Otherwise, we'll have the entire town up in arms."

At this particular moment, I can't blame him... Etellio thinks as he looks around at the poor town in the attack's aftermath.

"Perfectly, sir. Glad to help in anyway possible."

"Do you know who's grave, sir? Could it be someone prominent or rich?"

...and wash this goblin filth from my beard."

"Ah, I may not be a healer, but with that I can help." Etellio applies some prestidigitation magic to clean off blood and such junk from the group. "Probably will be wanting a bath still, but at least you won't spend hours cleaning every piece of equipment."

At the sound of the Sheriff's bellowing, he turns his head quizzically with a now what look.

There was that man...Foxglove...and we still live, which surprises me, especially because...ah...never mind.

"Because? Ah well, I suppose you're right...just half-expected us to be run out of town. People are happy to be alive, then I suppose we did alright."

How pathetic...a showman like Etellio doesn't even notice the crowd's mood. Sheesh!

Since it seems we are looking to assist the town further, Etellio turns to Father Zanthus. "Father, if you'll be taking care of the body for us; it looks like we should check in with the Sheriff to see how the town fares...do you know where he is?"

1d20=2

Etellio wonders what their next step should be, when he hears Grael's comment.
"What do you mean, Grael? I don't think we've done a very good job of protecting anyone. We should have kept this mess from spreading so far; it looks like a lot of folks have been hurt."

Etellio reloads his crossbow as the party moves on, just in case.

"I agree, Master Targ. My thinking was that church seems a good location to coordinate where we are needed...people will flee there for sanctuary - methinks."

"Since your friend's body was on our way back, I just assumed it would be better to retrieve it than leave it lying in the street as goblin chow."

Etellio is willing to allow his cloak to be used as a temporary shroud for carrying his body. He hesitates to retrieve the halfing's corpse - waiting briefly to see if one other three do so for transport - more out of respect than any sqeamishness.

If all seems quiet, Etellio will lightly suggest, "I didn't know your friend very well, but if the immediate danger has passed, what say we retrieve his body and head for the cathedral?"

"They may have need of further assistance there, and we can backtrack to see if there are any goblin stragglers still wandering about."

Etellio offers a salute, "Hail to you, Master Foxglove - hope you are uninjured."

Glancing at Targ with a slight grin, he adds, "Our associate is a dwarf of action not words, good sir. We are here to protect Sandpoint, as law keepers under the direction of the good Sheriff."

"If you are alright and safe to travel, I recommend that you seek shelter for now - we're not certain the attack is over just yet."

Assuming that all has quieted down, Etellio gives a slight grin of relief for now...although he does look around once more to see if any of the little buggers still remain lurking somewhere close by.

Unless someone else does so, Etellio will check the "goblin knight" for any useful information or items - a map; message, etc. Something that might explain a raid like this.

Generic:
1d20=5, 1d20=5, 1d20=6, 1d20=4, 1d20=16, 1d20=12, 1d20=16, 1d20=7, 1d20=6, 1d20=10

Attack:
Attack Rolls (1d20=20, 1d20=6, 1d20=20, 1d20=18, 1d20=8, 1d20=18, 1d20=19, 1d20=5, 1d20=19, 1d20=15) Add +2 if it is a ranged weapon attack. Woot! Four possible crits.

Damage:
Damage (1d8=8, 1d8=4, 1d8=5, 1d8=4, 1d8=6, 1d8=6, 1d8=4, 1d8=5, 1d8=1, 1d8=7)

(if I ever get around to getting a short sword:)
1d6=3, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=5, 1d6=6, 1d6=6, 1d6=6, 1d6=2, 1d6=2, 1d6=3

Initiative (1d20+2=10)
Etellio tries to clear the way by firing his crossbow to take out one of the goblins - let say center if it matters.

Crossbow Shot (1d20+2=22)
Crossbow Critical (1d20=14) If the attack bonus applies, then it would actually be 16
Crossbow Damage (1d8=3, 1d8=1)total=4
I just rolled twice for damage - assuming hit for main and critical. If you use the multiplier, I guess it would be 6 points of damage instead. Did I screw-up the calculations?.

Seeing that this halfling's death has so stirred his comrades, Etellio removes his "magician's" cloak, and covers the halfling's body with it, uttering "Desna grant you peace on the great road."

"I am sorry for the loss of your friend."

Spot DC5:

Initiative (1d20+2=7)

Etellio stands slightly puzzled at his comrades reactions...but angered at the horrific sight of the goblin butchery. He focuses his power on the whip-carrying leader, letting loose a magic volley.

Magic Missile (1d4+1=2)

Har har har. Very funny.

All in good fun, bud...we love ya for it!

You mean Kobold Cleaver's making a cameo appearance as himself in this thread?...cool! ;-)

Etellio again readies a spell to fire off if his comrades don't finish off the goblin.

Magic Missle (1d4+1=5)

I missed on a 19? That's either some awesome armor or there's some penalties I hadn't considered, I guess.

Initiative (1d20+2=22)

On my turn...

Having been alerted to the goblin's presence by Szaranoth's warning, Etellio pulls his crossbow and fires on the creature - hoping too pin him down before he can go any further.

Crossbow Attack (1d20+2=19) Damage (1d8=5)

Glancing briefly at his comrades to see their intent, Etellio proceeds to follow Targ.

He pauses briefly, "Grael, do you need a hand to follow? We wouldn't lose you in this mess right now..."

Szaranoth stands frozen before the bodies of the dead goblins, breathing hard through his nose.

Sense Motive DC 6:
** spoiler omitted **

Hoping to lift his comrades spirits, Etellio tries to encourage them to further action:

"Gather your strength, friends...there are more innocent citizens in need of our help. It sounds like there's more goblins in this raid, and the Sheriff is counting on us."

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