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"Seeing how you know your religious stuff, do you mind if I join you tomorrow for the main event?" "Not at all, I would be happy to have your company. Though I'll be spending most of the day trying to entertain some of the children of the village. You perhaps have some skill with a bow? Erastil knows I am not the best archery student myself..."
"I kept this tree from wandering off!" Gengar laughs. "Tomorrow should be a glorious occasion...although I am not at all too certain of its significance. I've been in town long enough to know there are lots of things people would rather forget. If you don't mind my asking though, what's the big deal about the butterfly goddess?" "Well," says Kinmorn eagerly, happy for a chance to discuss religion, "I'm not a priest of Desna but many of the townspeople venerate her. She is goddess of dreams and wanderers alike and the Varisians, as you know, are wanderers." "Erastil on the other hand is god of the home, for those of us who want nothing better than to live long, happy lives with their families. Fathers, mothers and children are all under his watchful eye."
Shantare looks around, as if not believing that someone would be waving to her, then starts to walk uncertainly to Kinmorn. "Hello. Practicing your archery? I actually have found crossbows more suited to my needs." She says with a matter-of-fact tone. "Well, I certainly could use some practice," says Kinmorn with a self-conscious laugh, "But I want to encourage others to practice as well. This is for the children to use tomorrow during the festival. If you bring your crossbow tomorrow we can let you try it out as well." As he talks, Kinmorn continues to work, wanting to be done and move on to other things. "Not a lot to do in Sandpoint at the moment if you're not getting ready for the festival. How did you enjoy you're stay at the Rusty Dragon last night? I don't often eat there myself but it made an interesting change of pace yesterday. I plan on eating dinner tonight at the White Deer. You are certainly invited to try it out, perhaps get a little more of the 'flavor' of the town. Bring whoever you'de like if you want to come."
Shantare walks around for a while, looking at all of the towns shops and exploring the streets. Can't you all hurry up? She thinks with exasperation at the people setting up. I should have come a day later, so I wouldn't have to wait Kinmorn sees Shantare walking around as he sets up his archery range. He gives a friendly wave.
Having purchased a new quiver but unable to decide on a new hat, Kinmorn gives some thought to a noon meal. He decides to eat lunch at the Rusty Dragon and then eat his evening dinner at the White Deer, in both places taking the opportunity to look around for new faces and perhaps gladhand a little. His afternoon will be spent arranging his target range, once he goes and picks up his targets that is. And as he goes about his activities, he keeps an eye out for any in need of healing or looking downtrodden. Everyone should be in good health and good spirits for the upcoming festival.
Kinmorn wakes, happy and cheerful before the rising of the sun. He washes and then prepares himself for the day with prayer and meditation. He can feel the touch of his god as spells of faith are refreshed in his mind. "Tomorrow is the big day," he thinks to himself excitedly. Briefly he recalls as a kid wondering whether he could go to bed in the morning the day before a big festival. If I go to bed now, tomorrow will be here that much faster, he thinks impishly with a big grin. But there are things to do, floors to be swept, people to visit and a archery range to be arranged. He offers a prayer to Erastil, asking the god to talk to the appropriate authorities about ensuring fair weather. Then he heads out, eager to accomplish the work of the day.
"Well," says Shantare "It looks like a lot of people go to a bar." She looks around at all the people. "No different than any other town, I guess." "Personally I like to read," says Kinmorn somewhat sheepishly, "But there are many who seem to enjoy their time in the tavern. Though as it is only lunch I am hoping most aren't here for carousing." "And for fun, we do have a festival coming up in two days time. As I said I'm planning on providing some of the young with a chance to practice their archery. There have been several times recently I have taken some of the young people camping in the countryside. Those have been really enjoyable for me. There is something about lying out under the stars on a summer day..." Thinking he might be babbling a bit, Kinmorn closes his mouth and looks around to see if the food is about ready.
"But do you happen to know if there are any wizards, witches, or shops that cater to such in town anywhere? If so, I'd certainly like to make contact with them." Kinmorn smiles at a question he can answer. "Growing up in the Turandarok academy I had the privilege of being taught by Master Gandethus who had some skill with the arcane. For supplies, Master Gandethus often traded at the Feathered Serpent and that is where I myself bought the supplies necessary for the scribing of scrolls when Father Zantus helped tutor me in that art." Kinmorn then tries his tea before continuing, "If you head towards the southern bridge, turn right onto Rum Street just before the bridge. The Feathered Serpent is the second building past the alley."
"A Druidess?" says Kinmorn. It is his turn to stare blankly for a moment. "There well might be." Suddenly flummoxed Kinmorn sits back. A second later he smiles. Maybe the dwarf meant old Madam Mvashti. Kinmorn falls silent for a time as he tries to recall what he can about Madam Mvashti and whether she might indeed sell goodberries. Of course, he then thinks to himself, it is possible the dwarf was only trying to be funny.
As they are waiting for the food, Kinmorn turns to Gengar. "Did I hear you say earlier you needed to see a Druid?" asks Kinmorn conversationally. "I am not a man of the grove but I was wondering what you might have been needing. Perhaps a Priest of the Bow could help you? I have some little knowledge of the workings of the world."
"Well, seeing as how there are no other offers, I accept, provided nothing intervenes. I do need to make it to the armory sometime this afternoon. And figure out how to set up an archery range in the middle of town. Other than that, I think I'm free."
He then reddens deeply for no good reason whatsoever. "Perhaps, I shouldn't ... No. Yes. After supper we will participate in the tales and songs.""See, what did I tell you, a man after my own heart! Bring on the food." Kinmorn thinks Kynni for his drink as he listens to the conversation around him. "I will have to come back this evening," he says, "If only to hear your stories."
"Nothing fermented for me either," says Kinmorn with a smile, "Juice or water, but the rabbit stew sounds good, and both sides." "Its maybe good you arrived when you did," says Kinmorn to the two women sitting at the table, "By tomorrow I expect most of the rooms in the inns will be filled. I really would like to see a large crowd here for the festival."
"I hope the only dragons around here to slay remain well rusted," says Kinmorn, and then to answer Jessa's question he explains, "Ameiko is the owner of the Rusty Dragon. Her family helped found Sandpoint. Sandpoint glass is popular in places still I am told and the family makes glass. At least her father does. Ameiko left home a few years ago and when she came back, she bought the Dragon. Her kitchen is very popular, though I'm a bit partial to the Spiced Potatoes at Risa's myself."
Kinmorn eyes the bird speculatively and then looks for a moment at Jessa. He opens his mouth as if about to say something and then wisely shuts it again. "So," says Kinmorn a heartbeat later, addressing the basket-weaver and diplomatically trying to redirect conversation, "How is the basket selling business? Were you two going anyplace in particular? These ladies are new in town and I was escorting them to the Rusty Dragon.”
"It's just a pile of rocks now, I think. I used to imagine it was hollow but there are no doors or anything like that. No Thassilonian markings that I am aware of. But there used to be some Varisian runes in the area. History isn't really my strong suit I'm afraid. Mister Quink is the best one to ask, if you can catch him in a good mood."
"And seeing as how I haven't heard of the Old Light, perhaps it would prove worthwhile to see this Quink man..." Kinmorn laughs. "Living here you assume everyone has heard of the Old Light. Its that pile of rocks towering just over the houses near the shore cliff. It rises all the way from the ocean floor. As kids we used to try and climb it. Would get yelled at for our efforts we would. It's a powerful long fall in places."
"Well you only really have a choice between two inns I am afraid. And since you seem to have good reason to avoid the White Deer, let me lead you to the Rusty Dragon." Kinmorn points down the road towards the lower part of town. "Its this way. I need to stop by Savah's Armory today, its that building over there on the right. But I can put that off until I make my way back I suppose. If you ladies will follow me." Then without further ado, Kinmorn leads the way down to the Rusty Dragon, talking as he did so, "So you say you are a member of the Pathfinder's. Are you here to study the Old Light? Our resident expert on the Old Light is Brodert Quink. He lives down Tower Street, right up next to the Old Light, but he's a bit irritable at times and I don't know him that well. We're going to want High Street though, going the other way, and then we'll turn onto Festival..."
"Oh really," she says, revealing that she has been eavesdropping, "Where do you study? Does a town like this really have somewhere to learn things like that?" After a while of just ignoring the conversation, Shantare seems suddenly very interested. "There's the Turandarok Academy," replies Kinmorn to the as yet unintroduced woman, "Master Gandethus is quite a scholar, he tried to pound magical theories into my brain but I was a little slow to pick it up. And we have a few other scholars in town, though probably nothing up to the standards either of you are accustomed to. I am delighted to find two so interested in expanding their knowledge of the world." "Say, can I excort the two of you someplace? Or do you know your way around town?"
"I'm very excited," replies Kinmorn, "It is a grand time for Sandpoint. The Swallowtail festival in two day's time should be a joyous celebration. As to your other question, yes, I was appointed a priest of Erastil a year ago. He is as you say the god of farming and and the countryside. Also of hunting. But perhaps most importantly, he is the defender of the home and the family. And cities are just as much in need of strong homes as the country. Are they not?" Then with a smile, Kinmorn quickly changes subjects, "You mention your studies. So are you a student then? Of what subject? And I did not yet get introduced to your friend."
As Torrick appears about to threaten Jessa, Kinmorn takes a step forward, muscles tense. He visibly relaxes when the other decides to leave well enough alone Somewhat bemused, Kinmorn says to Jessa "Your acquaintance is obviously a man more possessed of ego than eye. He cannot discern between the Bow of Erastil and the Butterfly of Desna nor does he seem to know how to talk properly to a lady." "That was a pretty punch, but I would caution you that the sherriff dislikes rough play in his town."
"Excuse me good sir," Kinmorn interupts the newcomer Torrick with some obvious displeasure showing on his face, "But I believe the good lady has already rebuffed your advances at least once. Most men of intellect and honor would hardly invite a second rejection. Especially when the initial offer was both dishonorable and immoral."
So excited was he for his pet project, Kinmorn almost convinced himself to pass the women by without properly greeting them. But then his sense of duty asserted itself and he gave in, deciding that it was just as important, if not more so, to greet newcomers to Sandpoint as it was to attend to errands he had created for himself. Putting on what he hoped was a kindly smile, Kinmorn walked across the square to where the two women were looking at the cathedral. It is obvious that he is making his way towards them personally and as soon as they appear to notice him, Kinmorn gushes, "Isn't it grand! Greetings and welcome to Sandpoint the both of you. I couldn't help notice you looking at our new cathedral, a true blessing from the gods. I am Brother Kinmorn Erastilson. Am I right in thinking the both of you are new to our town? I haven't seen your faces before."
Kinmorn accepted his superior’s advice with relish. Seeking out the closest target first, he looked for Brother Vosk to see about the straw. That done he made his way to Savah’s armory. Probably best not to start out with veiled threats he mused to himself, thinking with some amusement about how Father Zantus had suggested he approach the armory’s owner. The interior of the Cathedral was as bright as its many windows allow, but it was brighter still in the streets outside and Kinmorn squinted for a moment as he allowed his eyes to adjust. So many people outside the cathedral already. Soon, hoped Kinmorn, there would be as many within. Just a few short days. Absentmindedly rubbing the silver symbol of Erastil that hung on a chain around his neck, Kinmorn began the short journey down the street to the armory to see what Savah had to say.
Kinmorn finished the sweeping around the shrine of Erastil, whistling a hymn to himself. He loved everything about the new Cathedral, but could not help but feel especially proud of this one corner. Soon all would be able to enjoy it as much as he did. He knew that he probably should be more dedicated to the whole of the Cathedral, but he suspected that more than once he has seen Father Zantus pay some special attention to Desna’s shrine. It was only natural for a priest to be zealous in the cause of his god after all. When the sweeping was done, for he had left Erastil’s shrine till last, Kinmorn took a moment to arrange the quiver of arrows at the base of the altar, all the while mentally calculated his coinage to himself. He had a notion of perhaps setting up his own little table near the Cathedral the day of the festival. An archery contest perhaps or even just handing out arrows to the children. However when he had mentioned arrows to one of the village mother’s that morning however, she had given him a strange look and then said that she wasn’t sure but her son wouldn’t be trying to stab some other child with the new “toy.” Kinmorn felt most of the children would behave responsibly but it would only take a one or two to make trouble. Perhaps a target and some practice arrows would be best then. Only problem was where to set it up. Father Zantus might have some notions. Kinmorn took one last look at the shrine and then went to look for the older priest.
I had languages typed into the editing character page, but I failed to notice they don't show up in the profile. They're there now. I assume Kinmorn is Chelaxian in the same way anyone born in Varisia to non Varisian or Shoanti parents is assumed to be Chelaxian. Truth be known, his heritage is likely mixed but not enough to mark him as belonging to any particular group. His given name Wesh is listed in the Players Guide as a Varisian name if I remember correctly.
Equipment is bought, along with some extra spears. For the last two years, as part of his training as a cleric of Erastil, Kinmorn has been making hunting trips into the country side around Sandpoint. Sometimes he went alone. A few times he has taken children from the Turandarak Academy in order to foster an appreciation for hunting and nature in general. The equipment reflects those items he bought for these forays. I think for the Swallowtail Festival, assuming our honorable DM holds with such a thing, instead of going around in his cleric vestments, Kinmorn is going to dress the part of the mighty hunter. For the children of course.
moving the discussion to the right thread... :) Let me suggest something for later then...because a similar character concept for a priest of Erastil occured to me once before. Have your cleric eventually select the Zen Archery feat so he can use his Wisdom modifier rather than his Dexterity modifier on ranged attacks. Basically, somewhere down the line, it would be a great character-defining moment if he gained insight into archery based on his "wise" devotion to Erastil rather than his hand-eye coordination. "Use the force, Kinmorn...let go your feelings..." I think that would be extra cool. ;-) Where would one find the Zen Archery feat? It doesn't ring a bell right off with me.
Character is mostly done. I still need to buy some equipment, pick out a few spells, etc., But I'll have to do that in a couple hours. Real life beckons. Let me know if I need to make changes. edit: With a Craft (bow) of +8, can I buy a longbow at half-price, with the assumption I made it myself before the story starts?
Neil, I read your post only after typing up a 600 word backstory to explain the strange stats. :D Actually I like the irony of a priest of Erastil who is horrible with the bow. Especially since my other PbP character is an archer.But will it really hurt to have two character focused on knowledge skills, especially if I promise not to focus too much on history? Personally, I think it will allow for greater role-playing. I am thinking of Kinmorn as a rather humble scholar, quick to allow others to speak first, more desirous of learning than of showing off what he knows - in fact reluctant to put himself forward, so your wizard will have plenty of opportunity to shine. At higher levels I thought about making Kinmorn into something of an artificer. For the record, these were the skills I was going to have him start with: Diplomacy +4, Craft (Bows) +4, Knowledge (local) +4, Knowledge (Religion) +4, Knowledge (Arcana) +3, Knowledge (History) +2, Knowledge (nature) +3, Spell Craft +4. Future skill points will be put into Knowledge (nature) instead of (history), which should allow the wizard to quickly advance over him in historical lore. Future ability bonuses will be put into dexterity first, followed by wisdom at eight and twelfth, which should allow your wizard to eventually outstrip him intelligence wise as well. In short, I am reluctant to change my character stats because I have become a little attached to the backstory I wrote for him. But I will strive very hard to let your wizard be the expert historian with my cleric as your academic sidekick. I was actually more worried about stepping on the druid's toes by having animal as my domain.
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