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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Will Save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Oh yes, MASTERFUL theorizing going on in that skull right now.


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I've got a friend who will be very happy to hear Desna made it on the safe list.


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

No reply needed. This is just a fun bit of fiction in Grob's use of Knowledge Nature, Survival, and a few spells as he gathers resources for later building ala Downtime now. DM Salsa may wish to discount this entirely and that's fine too. I am NOT trying to create more work when a request for less has been made.

How Grobradon's next week or two MIGHT go when he's not with other PCS:

With Winter approaching, and resources to be gathered, Grobradon becomes far more 'central' to Kassen than anyone has seen before. In the past, he preferred the woods and save for time with his mother, would often not be seen for days at a time inside the village, at least not its public square. Save for Culver, he did not interact often socially with folks his own age.
It must be said, all that has changed.
His cousin, Caroline, gets shown around to the various mentors of Kassen. Not just Olmira , or Arnama either but to Jocyn, and Ring. She meets others as well, though a few of Grobradon's friends may find themselves having his cousin put on their door, with a request for introductions to Holgast and others.
The half orc also tends to getting the resources now that he'll need in the Spring for construction of Moon's new domain and he soon shows just valuable the skills of a dedicated druid can be.
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Hunters live in Kassen, not all make their whole living on it, inded, only a few do, but to hunt successfully you have to find game. Some few think a druid would never use his knowledge of nature to hunt the animals. Those few would be wrong. It has to be the right sort of animal at the right sort of time. Wild boars are very dangerous, not just to people and beasts who cross their paths, but to the roots of trees. They can, if left to grow too numerous, despoil a place. Those Hunters that agree to follow Grobadon's rules find that he is willing to lead them to where the Wild boars might be found, and get his advice in the best way to cull them, winnowing their numbers to acceptable levels so other life can thrive without the boars being gone entirely. Further more, when one hunter is hurt , as is not atypical against these dangerous creatures, said hunter maybe glad a druid can heal the worst of the wound in a moment's notice.
For a little while, there is a surplus of delicious pork in Kassen thanks to this.
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Where there are pigs of any sort, there is a good chance mushrooms might be found. Here too, the druid sells his services within reason. Not only does he track where the most delicious mushrooms might be located, he also points out which ones are edible truffles, and which ones will kill you. He is happy to work with local Alchemists, such as Tang or Maidie, to make sure they get ones with less cullinary but exotic effets. Apparently there is a rare blue stripped one that can make you see the faces of the gods... or at least send you on a really bendy trip.
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Of course, the druid's greatest aid is with wood. Here he is, if anything, even more protective. Folks have heard his arguements for preserving the forest and restricting some areas from cutting. He'll talk to anyone who listens why old forest is not the same as just new forest grown like a crop. However, few are better at finding suitable dead wood to use for this or that. More than this, with his ablity to mend broken wood whole again, and shape existing wood roughly. Grobradon is happy to work with Jasper in this, or anyone else who will pay it forward to the new construction plans come spring. A few might be insulted he insists on promisory notes, but when Colbin has power over so many in the town, most agree it is just prudent. Wood shaped by druidic magic is often rough, but if you yourself don't have that talent, you know who could smooth that for you? Coldana, Grobradon's mother, and she'll do it for a fair price. HINT HINT!

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After awhile, word gets out that a druid is willing to help you today for goods or services tomorrow. This leads to some interesting situations where Grobradon finds someone actually seeking HIM out for ...well, odd stuff.

Leading to conversations he never thought he would have in his life "Honestly, Miss Julworth, I know you had plans for breeding pure blooded Isgerian Springer Spaniels and now that's been ruined, but I've cast speak with animals and asked Roseypaw who the sire is, and she refuses to rat him out. My guess would be that Varisian spotted Mastiff at the guardhouse but you'll just have to wait and see how the puppies look as they get older, and no, I don't think you can demand satisfaction on her behalf or sue but you can ask the Mayor. Really though? They're perfectly fine puppies."

Suffice to say, the client on that one was NOT happy, and Roseypaw told him he was a squealer.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1
Dare wrote:
But what he does know, because she tells him is, "Yeah, 'course I'll go to the gate. Princess was right, then." She nods toward Cailyn with a tone that just veers toward the edge of respect. "Something's up there." She is already walking in that direction.

Seeing Dare take the lead, Scrapeknee nods. He wishes he had his horse, it would possibly save lives and save time, but the walk to the horse would also slow them down. He prepares to go North even if it is just Dare and he together.

OJwoj needn't have worried. Cailyn speaks up promptly
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"Alight then.". She grasps her cousin's sleeve "Shall we be off?" she says, not asks, as she tugs him along with her toward the gate.

The Shoanti flashes her a smile at that.

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"I d-didn't d-do much," he answers immediately, genuinely confused. His sombre expression and the sudden clenching of his jaw suggests it's not just false modesty. There's not much to be proud of in the violence he just unleashed. It reminds him of the violent beatings he had once inflicted on his bullies - but worse.

Scrapeknee wants to protest, talking of Conrad helping people and downing that goblin, but seeing the expression decides not to.

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He picks up his flail and stands up, if a bit unsteadily. "Let's g-go," he says resignedly.

Scrapeknee nods again, trying to reassure with the gesture and pretty sure he's failing.

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Rotten luck, old boy," Willie ventured, his lemon throbbing to concoct some lie, "You know that if it were a question of volunteers to man the lifeboat, I would spring to the task, but, you see, I fear I've, um, strained my fetlock in all the excitement."

Taking ten on Knowledge Nature

Scrapeknee looks confused, but only for a moment, then grins, "Well, if you were a horse, that might be a problem. It's going to take sometime to get used to your sense of humor, Willie. But if I can do this with a bum leg, you can do it with a sprained Fetlock." More somberly, " I get it now, I thought you were a bit callous at first, but you just use humor to fight your fear and you end up doing what's right anyway, for your kin, and even strangers. Noble in a way. Good man. "
And with that, Scrapeknee follows Dare as they head to the North Gates. Worry crosses his features again. He hopes the White Deer Inn is okay.


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Grob and his mother:

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"I won't," she assures you after you warn her what will happen if she does go through with suicide. "But, don't you go blaming yourself for how hard life's been for both of us. You were just a baby and a boy. You have brought me so much joy, Grob. Please don't blame yourself for something that happened before you were even born." Her voice is pleading, despite the strength she tries to give it. She drains the rest of her tea and gets up after she finishes.

"You are a fine young man, and don't let anyone else tell you different, especially yourself," she says as she walks around the table and gives you a hug. "And no, that isn't the whiskey talking. I didn't even pull it out."

"Fine. You don't blame yourself for stuff, and i won't blame MYself for stuff. It's a deal."

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She stands there with you, just holding you tight for a long moment.

He holds her gently just as long.

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"I love you, Grobradon. I love you as only a mother could. I hope you'll see that for yourself one day," she says before giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, and I hope you have pleasant dreams."

She disappears into the small section of the shack that gives her some privacy, leaving you to think on what she has said.

He watches her go, "I do see it mom." He puts the last of the things to clean up, the cups they just used mostly, and works I just hope when you get your sight back, I don't look anything like the monster who hurt you. If you're seeing his face in your nightmares, you're already plagued by it too much


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

Scrapeknee eyes the Catherdrel, and with a gesture, spreads more water this time on top of the roof of it, more than once.
"In case more of those torch bearers come back I want it to be hard to set on fire."

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"Sorry, don't speak Goblin. That's the right idea, I think, trying to interrogate it." she sighs, nervously pushing short black hair out of her face. "Are you all staying here, then? There's still people out there getting hurt."

He tilts his head, and realizes she's right, in the distance, goblins are still hurting sandpoint "Damn it, you're right. I wish Uncle Belor was here. He's Sheriff, He'd know what to do..."

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Cailyn spares a glance to Scrapeknee. The hint of her normal humor returns as she whispers "told you that you were a hero."

He whispers back "Cailyn, I don't know WHAT I am. And I don't have the time to walk in circles trying to figure it out." then in good humor back "You never told me Willie was USEFUL. What's up with that?"

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As Lita and Cailyn resolve themselves to go help where they can, a troop of men led by Sheriff Belor Hemlock comes trotting into the square.

"Scrapeknee," he says, seeing his nephew, "Glad to see you're alright. These folks with you?" He points to Cailyn, Conrad, Dare, Lita, and Willie. "I need you to check on the north gate. We're stamping out the other bands that got in. Thankfully most of them are sorry fighters and we've mostly only had injuries, but it'd be real trouble if a bunch of them came through. Can you handle it," he asks, his eyes boring into the young oracle's.

"With help, yes." he looks to the others, "This is Willie, who kept a woman, Joana alive and rallied us as well. That's Cailyn, I don't know how she does it, but she has a formidable feathered friend, and is a dead shot. That's Conrad, and he fights with a fierceness to protect the innocent. Dare is fearless and fighting for us. They all are. This is Lita, a paladin of Sarenrae who killed a goblin on me and Dani. They held the square, Sheriff. Sandpoint owes them a debt. And..." he looks at them all "If you're willing, I'd like to have you folks help just a bit more. Northgate?"


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

A tryst (Moon and Grob):

Blood hot, heart thundering, feeling a need so great that...

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”I’m so sorry, Grob. For now, I need to stop.”

It takes all his will power and druidic serenity not to groan and say 'you've GOT to be kidding me'. But he manages, and, as she talks... he realizes to his lust's annoyance that.. she's right.

Oh at first, the tears confuse him.. if she's happy why is she crying about it? Are women just wired strangely? But as she goes on

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”Before my father left,” he can hear the open wound in her voice when she uses that title, ”… and I lost my home, you and I were planning a picnic. And I think we were intending to have a picnic after that picnic. I want them both but I can’t picnic the way I want to with you yet.”

Frustrated with the euphemisms, she tries a more candid tact. ”I want you. But I want our first time to be special, not sneaking off for something quick, and not where I’ve got a pinecone biting into my back. I want to take you into my bed, share our bodies all night, and wake up beside each other in the morning.” She takes a breath. ”But I have no home yet. I can’t do that in someone’s else bed which is leant by charity. And I have to work very hard this winter to be able to build my home. People are relying on me… and my life is chaos. I’m not who I want to be. I want to give you the real me when we… join. Maybe this seems silly to you. Maybe it is silly…. But it is important to me.”

”You said you’ll wait. I’m sorry I have to ask that of you. Please, I promise it won’t be long. In the spring, after the thaws, they will start building. As soon as I have a bedroom, you will be there. Can you wait that long? If you can’t, there… there are other things I could do for…”

A slow cleansing breath IS required, then, "Yes - I was hoping for a picnic and not just a picnic. Yes- I understand you want to wait until you can share yourself in a place that is truly your own. I don't really think Pinecones are THAT hard to work around, but this important to you, and thus important to me. Yes- I can wait whether I wonder if something is silly or not. No- I don't want you to... relieve me. I want us to please each other, not just me. And before you think it's because I'm nice, there's a lot of pride involved in that for me too. I want to be the man who makes you purr at just the memory of our joining. It's a kind of vanity but I'm man enough to confess to it. Also yeah, it'll make you happy. So we wait." A long breath again, then "Now, you go to bed. I'm gonna go find a cold stream and dunk my head in it."


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Walk with Moon, Grob, and Sleeping Meep:

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”You also know how to be soft in the right ways… Well, right ways for me.”

"I'm learning that sometimes.. sometimes, allowing yourself to be soft is a strength." He admits "Still working on it, but glad you like."

When she presses back against him, his pulse quickens.

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"I like those pants on you. Thank you for taking the time to dress up."

"Glad you like," And he means it, "I don't dress up often but figured if you were thinking about it, I should a little."

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Moments later, her eyes glitter in the darkness. Her vision may not be as sharp as his, but in the half light of the town’s lamps, she can see his face. She looks sober. ”I need to say something because you may have taken it the wrong way. About ‘courting’… I wasn’t trying to say we should formally date with an expectation of marriage. Yes, that is what courting is, but I didn’t mean it quite that way. I know, some people are just looking for a bedmate. That’s fine. Many animals mate for a season and that’s all. I can see how a druid might... honor that aspect of nature. I understand that.” She struggles to find her way forward, ”What I was trying to say is that I’m hoping to find more than a bedmate. I want to find someone to give my heart to and have them do the same. It doesn’t have to be a marriage.” She exhales heavily. ”At some point - doesn’t have to be now or next month - I’d just like to know what you are looking for. And if you’re not sure, I can understand that, too.”

Grobradon's features shift, growing more serious as well as they talk in a way he can understand, "SOME animals mate when the cycle is upon them, with anyone else they can find. Others, mate for life. You know this. I know this. But... I am not sure what kind of Animal Grobradon Ventar is, yet. I'd like to find out. I'd like to find out with you. But I don't want to hurt you if I try to be one kind and find out I'm the other. When I first saw you in that tent, bare in the night, well, if we weren't in trouble I would ... I would have accepted" That's putting it mildly, a bit of humor returns, "But now you've complicated things. I still want you that way, as a bedmate. But you made me care about you as Moon, not just as a beautiful woman to desire. So, I want a bedmate, AND.... more. You've made me care, and desire both, and you've no idea how vexing that is. Wonderful too so far" He admits, "I'm going to screw up, a lot on the caring part. Words are not my friend. I have a wild heart in that it is cautious to come out where it can be seen by others. So the caring part, and showing I care? that's where I'm needing work. If you can put up with my mistakes, I'd like to see where it goes with us."

A breath, and he looks at the dozing Meep "If Meep weren't here, I'd invite you to that clearing right now for a way to heat up old as life itself. Yet I also know that if in the morning after that, YOU rose up , said thanks, and left saying that was all it was... I'd feel ..cheated. I'd want more. I DO want more. I'm just not sure yet how much more. I don't want to wait forever to cast my shadow over your form while you smile. But I do understand you might want to sort it out. Olmira says a man chases a woman until she catches him. I didn't understand that. I don't know about courting for marriage, though this town IS kind of pushy, not you, others. I do know I'm all for chasing you until you catch me. And.. I don't just desire pleasure of your body. I want to get greedy and see how much of you I can get, and how much of me you'll take."
He looks to the heavens and sighs, "Am I making any sense?"


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Moon, Grob, and Sleepy Meep:

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”Thank you.” she almost purrs. Grob isn’t sure what he’s doing, but it’s clearly right.

His lips get too close to her ear, or delightfully close enough, "Most welcome."

Damn she really does smell better than the stew.

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”Your mother is wonderful. It explains how you turned out so fine.”

"Olmira taught me about nature. My mother taught me how to be strong in ways most never see." He agrees.

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"Your mother is a jewel, Grob. She'll be a blessing to have around." She shivers then laughs quietly, "I'm not used to wearing such impractical clothes. Ooof, it's cold."

While still helping with Meep, he presses closer to Moon, "Better?" In the dark he can see her perfectly well, "Moon, since I didn't say it enouogh in there, you look so damned amazing. I don't expect for you to dress like that often, but... wow. Thank you. I try to keep my cards close to my sleeve so to speak but ... if you wanna know, the fire was the second hottest thing in the shack tonight."


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Dinner and a Go: Meep, Moon, Mom, and Grob:

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"Grob, would you mind seeing these ladies home, for my peace of mind," she asks the druid as he helps the two young ladies into their wraps. "You can help me clean up when you get back," she adds to forestall his most likely argument.

Okay, yes he was going to fuss just a bit about her doing the work to clean up , but that nips that so, "Sure mom."

Once Moon and Meep have said their goodbyes he guides them out, and if need be offers to help carry Meep like a little faerie princess.

As they head under the night sky, he says "You two were wonderful. Thanks for giving mom a spot at the new place to be. You won't regret it."


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Dinner with Meep, Moon, Mom and Grob:

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The older woman barks a laugh at this, though everyone can hear the bitter tinge it has under her good humor.

"I appreciate the offer, but-- Oh never mind me," she waves the thought off before Grobradon asks Meep how she likes the stew.

At this point, Grob wishes he could give his mother a few years back. She lost a lot of them blind and caring for him.

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"I do like it," she says as she puts her spoon down in her bowl. She looks down at her spotless dress before continuing "I just don't want to get it on my dress."

"Sometimes it helps if you put a cloth or napkin at your lap or around yoer neck so it gets messy instead." he offers a rather humble rag, but one that will work.

This his mother and Meep have an exchange that, well, if Meep hadn't won him over before, this would do it. As the goblin, who has only what she's been given... shares that with his mother, or offers to.

Well, that settles it. If anyone hurts Meep I'm going to just have to beat them to a fine paste.

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"How can I say no after that," she laughs. "It brings my heart no end of joy to know that Grobradon has friends like you two young ladies."

"I am pretty lucky." He admits, "And mom, not like you don't bring a lot to things. You're a hard worker."

Mom formally welcoming Moon and Meep to their pack makes him smile

then there's that tricky bit. but..

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"As for the strumpet in question. I do know who she is, but Grobradon has given his word. However much I might wish to tell you and be there when two meet, I have to respect my son's desire to keep his promise to her. It's a shame you won't wear that lovely dress again. It sounds rather pretty and I'm sure that you look stunning in it. I can only imagine how she'd look if she sees you wearing it while on Grob's arm."

A whew of relief.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

From the area where he is looking over the corspes of some fallen, Scrapeknee hears Willie talk about leaving it to the guards, and so on...
"Do what you feel is right, Willie." He answers unable to mask cold disdain for this attitude. It's not fair of him... Willie DID try to help. There IS a milita, "But in addition to helping one Uncle with an Inn, I help another with the town militia. So... my conscience will be anything but clear if I stop now."
He hears of Joanna being injured, and frowns, thinking maybe he could do that now, but she seems okay with the temple's aid so that makes sense.
And then there's Dani, who gives him a hug. She's a nice girl and even a dunderhead like him is catching on to a few hints. Any other day THAT would be occupying his mind most. But he takes the hug not as some sort of come on, but what it is, sharing of grief. She's lost friends and maybe family too. He swallows as he imagines one of his cousins , aunt, or Uncles hurt or dead somewhere.

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As the band of would-be heroes agrees to check on the northern gate and Joanna and Tera make it to the Cathedral doors, the sound of the horrid goblin song gets louder. From the northwest a band of the wretched things comes with torches and crude swords aloft as they kick the heads of a couple of stray dogs before them....

Damn it, he liked Tup-Tup, he used to sneak him snacks out back of the Inn!

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Two goblins leading the song follow in the wake of the three sword-armed goblins charging at the closest victims they can find. Tera and Joanna cry out in pain as crude, chipped blades tear open painful gashes, though both of the young women manage to avoid the worst of it. Scrapeknee, seeing the one rushing Dani, pulls the acolyte out of the way of its swing, saving her from another injury.

The fresh wave of goblins makes one thing seem likely, "I think they're foccusing on the Cathedrel! and Terri and Joana need help now!" A mutter, if this doesn't work, and even if it does, this is likely to get him hurt, but the fires have to be stopped before they start again, "Dani, use me for cover. I MEAN that!"

And he steps forward to the side of the goblin that as closed with him. That's not his target, trying to weave so he can focus and not get hit (He'd just run out to the side, but that would leave Dani ALONE with a goblin to attack her again) he raises his hand, "That is a holy place, you'll not burn it while I live."
Of course, the goblins may find his terms acceptable and kill him quickly
Casting Defensively, DC 15 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Create Water attempt on the nearest goblin with a torch (Blue lines I think) which he had to move to get within 25.

Once more, water from a cloudless sky spills down, this time (hopefully) snuffing a torch.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

Srapeknee listens to the others talk, and he IS listening, but his eyes are searching the fallen. The ones past saving. There are not as many as their would have been if not for those who fought to defend the place.

There's Vardin Nearwinter, an Ulfen blooded friend of his. You know Vardin was Ulfen blooded not just because he was big and blond, but because he wouldn't shut up about it. He was fun though, and had a good heart for all his 'blood of warriors' talk. Now his belly is split open and his entrails spread out. But there's blood, and not his own, on a stick he used as a club. In the end, his friend went out like Ulfen warriors were supposed to- fighting.

Then there's Tafi Wafflefoot, the sweetest old halfling lady you could ever meet. Never said a mean word about anyone as she crafted nets for hard working fishermen, sometimes holding off on payment for the poorer families. She could craft a net with her toes, and the kids of town just found that neat! Now she was dead, the wounds on her small body look massive in relation.

Barley Bucksman was a jerk, a bully, and didn't care for Shoanti. Used to make rude comments whenever Scrapeknee or even Sheriff Hemlock came by (But never to Hemlock's face) and would try to charge anyone of Shoanti blood extra at his store. He was a hateful man, but he didn't deserve to die with burn marks and gut wounds.

Then there's the body he's ashamed to say he can't identify. The face gashed brutally, blood all over. Friend? Enemy? Doesn't matter... whoever they were, they were a sandpointer, or a guest of sandpoint.

"No, Conrad. I am not well, unwounded in body, but.... well, grieving will come later. "

He nods to the talk of the gates "I will follow, slower than I like. Seems I can heal. I don't know how, but I do know a gift like this is not meant to be hoarded when people are in need." He gets ready to follow them.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

Are you ready for a Miracle?

As the others down the last goblins in the immediate area, OjWoj reaches deep within and as others start to smother the flames? He starts to cry out as he hobbles about the fires in circular motions with hard stomps "Plači za nama, Noćno nebo! Plači za nama, da udovice ne moraju! Stavite sjeme vatre na počinak! Iščupajte crveni cvijet svojim ljubaznim suzama! Poštedite narod gubitka! Zovem vas. Ja plešem za tebe. Isporučite nas svojim plačem!"

For those that speak Shoanti:

"Cry for us, Night Sky! Cry for us, so the widows do not have to! Put the seeds of fire to rest! Pluck out the red flower with your kind tears! Spare the people loss! I call to you. I dance for you. Deliver us with your weeping!"

It hurts, but there is purpose to the pain. And with it, realization, for this old prayer, this 'rain dance' motion his mother hinted at when he was young... it works! He IS doing this. He's not sure how, but that's not what matters!
Over each fire that stil lingers nearby, the flames find themselves denied further growth as they are snuffed by waters from a still cloudless sky. It as if the stars were shedding tear drops with great and wondrous accuracy. Those watching Scrapeknee find his 'dance' an inelegant lurching thing; but there seems to be a glow about him, as if he was putting off the slightest amount of light around him, particularly around that lame leg.
Create Water cast over and over again!
When it seems done, he stops, but he's not done yet. He looks at those who fought for Sandpoint "I thank you for this... pardon. There is.. something else I must try." And he makes his way to Dani, bending down, "Hold still, Dani. I don't know what's happening to me, but that can wait. The town's going to need more help. And I should have moved faster to protect you." He mutters over her legs "Soil and Stars, Flesh and Heart."
Baby Oracle's first CLW 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

And the wounds on Dani's legs seem to glimmer and glow, even as bones knit and flesh mends.

He stares at it for a moment. SO many questions, but none more important than this as he looks back to those who fought off the goblins "Who else...needs healing. It seems.. I can do that." And he has no idea how.


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

"Amazing!" He blurts, "I've heard of these! Necrophidiuses! Absolutely fascinating really, there's some debate on who made the first of these kind of constructs. A few swear by the Thasslonian empire but others believe Osrianic roots are to praise for the concept. Not undead, mind you, but as guardians they give that impression. You see, rare oils are used and... " It occurs to him they might want more pragmatic info, "Oh, try not to get bit. Their poison is a paralytic. And if you can, use blunt force!! Blades and points are less effective!"


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Dinner with Meep, Moon, Mom and Grob:

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"It's me" she says, beaming up at Grobradon when he asks if that's really her. "Moon helped me pick out the dress." She twirls around in a circle so the druid can see all of it. The grin turns into a laugh when his attention shifts to Moon and when Coldana tells him to let them in.

Grobradon might under deliver in response, but he IS impressed. He had thought Meep , well, he hadn't thought of her as a woman or even woman in progress before this. Yet it is clear by the sight before him that Moon saw in her what he did not. "Moon and you picked well" He admits.

Moon wrote:
The winter wrap drops to her elbows revealing a body-hugging silk dress in purple. It was demure – in that it covered her from neck to ankles, including her arms. It was scandalous because it outlined every contour of her body. He couldn’t be more familiar with the topography of her form unless she were nude. And when the cold air caresses her skin, her bra-less bosom reflects the chill through the thin satin. Was it a purposeful cruelty? It wasn’t just bold, it was verging on indecent – except she was fully dressed. Her smile turns feline as she strolls slowly past Grob, watching his reaction, with the loop of her wrap bouncing against the backs of her thighs below the well-defined contours of her rear. Only then does Grob notice a final delightful provocation… there were slits up the side of the dress to allow Moon to walk in it… all the way up to her thighs.

Wisdom Roll seems appropriate 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Grobradon is speechless, his jaw falling open having the same look a man might have if he were struck hard on the skull with a sledge. There might even be the threat of drool.

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As she passes into the house to greet their hostess, she says with a hint of sarcasm, ”I do hope this dress ‘looks good’.”

Once she is past the door, he closes it, but he forgets to watch positioning! Whamming the door into his own foot painfully as his body is still twisted watching Moon sway by, the sheer perfection of her form hidden under cloth with all the guile of snow covering a mountain which is to say, the snow is a teasing play that makes the shape all the more apparent!

Damn that door hurt though! He nods at first, rather than yelp in an undignified manner, and as she moves on by, Moon can hear him say, "Very VERY good" Then he adds, "Like a stream laughing as it curves the bend."
And he BLUSHES, furiously, feeling a fool.

There's more being said, by his mom, by Moon, but all he sees are Moon's lips moving.. really.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

The image of butterflies glittering with starlight flying ...

Cleo is so swift and fierce, OjWoj almost doesn't see the strange owl down the goblin he failed to get, then fly across the field effortlessly ...

He could help Dani, but ... the fires.. "Dani, I'm so sorry. I have to help put out the fires. The nearest goblin was killed. Just hide as best you can but don't be afraid to scream if you need aid."

And he hobbles forward at , what for him, is a full run. When he walks, it's not so bad, but the run really shows how bad his leg is, making him seem like a lurching leg dragging thing.. and it hurts a bit. He's used to that pain by now, but it does hurt. Nevertheless, he races forward.

He sees one of the fires go out thanks to Cailyn, and he wonders again if she put that other one out last time after all, but no. One, she wouldn't lie bout that. Two ,she didn't use the glove that way before.

She'll need help, and increasingly he's realizing something Could that have been ME? It seems impossible, but if it iS possible, and he doesn't put out more fires when he could? The death of good people will be partly on his hands, as well as the goblins.

Double Move so he can get in range NEXT round to create water :)


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Shane has NEAR complete faith that trap has been dealt with by Shrike.

He's still not going first.


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

To Grob’s House we go… (Meep, Moon, oh and that Grob fellow):

Most have seen Coldanna's shack. Shack is probably too nice a word for it. It began as a run down smallish thing, and now? It is a tended to, patchwork repaired smallish thing. Indeed, Grobradon eventually assembled a half ass shelf of a bunk bed high up for himself just to make sure he didn't crowd his own mother out. For privacy, his mother's bed has heavy quilts acting as a curtain , jury rigged so the sightless woman can easily pull it aside or put it back again. So one of the corners appears 'walled off' by same blanket.

There is a cooking area, kettle food mostly, near a thin fire and it is near a small (By necessity) table, and some stools. The stools and table are beautiful, hand crafted and smoothed by Coldanna herself. She maybe blind, but she knows woodwork by hand very well. One stool is higher up with rungs, clearly meant for guests of shorter stature such as Culver. There are enough spaces for four people to eat, if a bit close to each other. Which is a good thing as that's enough for the two hosts and two guests!

Particularly observant folks might notice that the designs on the walls are Ivy vine like divots. They may, or may not guess, that these were put in by Grobradon himself not just to beautify the place (For what would be the point when his mom can't see them and he himself doesn't care about guests?) but rather to allow his mother to have 'markers' as she makes her way around. The weave and kellid knot patterns of them are as good as a 'you are here' sign to her fingers when she needs put hand against wall.
Of course, by now she is so used to the lay out, one might not suspect Coldanna is blind at all.
She is certainly not deaf, as she hears the knock on the door. "Son, I think our guests are here."

Grobradon feels nervous for some reason. Which is silly. He never got nervous when Culver came here, or one of his mom's guests. He is setting down wooden plates, also hand carved, with wooden bowls to match. Some of them are his mother's working, some, like the bowl meant to look like an upside down human skull (Grobradon thought it was funny at the time) are his creation.
"I will, but I feel silly wearing this outfit," He tells his mother. In truth, neither Grobradon nor his mother have 'fancy' clothes. But he bathed, dried, and made sure his hair wasn't going wild by braiding it. His mother insisted he wear one of his nicer vests. It's just brown, but the weave of it makes it look like it shimmers a bit at the collar and sleeve edges. With his green complexion, he has a rather 'tree like' look himself with it on, but in a good way. The leather pants are not protective, but rather sytlish and he feels silly wearing them. His mother did a lot of wood work in trade with a tanner for this so he can't just get rid of them. How his mother knows WHEN he's dresseed sloppily he's not sure. She just does.
"Grob," She says kindly "A man should dress up for his girl. It shows respect and that he cares. Now open the door."

Grobradon sighs, "Mama, this is just dinner... nothing fancy." But damned it does smell good. He opens the door.
The door swings open, and Grobradon starts to say "I hope you like Spiced Sausage Stew, heavy on the meat. It's one of my favo..." And then he sees his guests.
"Meep? That you??" He could not be more surprised if a badger walked up on two legs with a cane and a top hat. It hits him it could be no other, and his eyes drift to Moon, and notices she's in a sensible heavy white shawl (Unaware of the trap) "Oh, Hi Moon."

His mother calls out, "Let them in, Grobradon. Don't let them catch cold out in the night air."

"Oh yes, come in, come in, bit of a tight fit but we'll all find spots" he swings the door wide, still surprised by Meep's outfit, even as he steps to the side "That dress looks good on you, very elegant."

The first thing to hit them might be a most heavenly set of smells from that bubbling stew now primed for consumption


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Male Dwarf (strong blooded) Fighter 3; AC: 20, HP: 49/49; Saves F+10, Ref +8, Will +8 (2 Hero points)

Drym hopes to finish the foe off before he can hurt another ally further.

A barrage of axe strikes moves with surprising speed to end this fight!

"Do you notice me now?" he asks it, trying to draw the ire on him rather than those wounded.

Action 1, strike 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Action 2, Strike again 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Action 3, strike 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Dmg: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Well, hopefully it will be dead before that last roll :)


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

Scrapeknee looks worriedly at Dani's lack of mobility, but at least she's gotten undercover. Some part of him feels like he's missing something, something he could do to help her that ...

But then the goblin whose fire he put out charges forward to strike the owl!

And THAT is just a little too close to Dani. He moves forward with his shortspear and attempts to stab the goblin, "Get out of our town!"

To hit: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Unfortunately, his outrage has him forgetting his focus!

And still the feeling persists, as if the spear were the least of his weapons at hand... but that makes no sense!


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Tea Time with Caroline:

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It doesn't take long for Caroline to cry herself out, though helping her to the parlor takes even less time. She listens with the occasional sniffle as you lay at least a part of yourself bare before her. She's quiet as she ponders what you've said and takes a sip of the tea. After a while, she looks up at you.

"Grob, do you think you could help me find out what my strengths are? Father always wanted me to be safe, to keep me in a gilded cage. I can't do that, not if I want to be the person you think I am. Not if I want to help this town and my family." she says calmly before looking to the third cup set on the table.

"I'm not sure I'm the best for the job of finding out your strengths, but I can try . Also I got friends who might also aid. I can say I've noticed that most folks like you once they get to know you. And you're pretty nimble given the gilded cage. Still, that's just one part of it. Got to find out what you're drawn to as well. Later I'll take you around for a meet and greet with some of the mentors of town and see if you click with any of them. Can't hurt."

That decided, he notices her mind is distracted and she explains

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"I wonder where Jasper went," she wonders aloud.

"After I talk to your dad, I'll go looking for him. Just don't go spreading word I do that sort of thing for free or I'll end up as part of the Kassen Lost and Found committee" A hurumph. "How about tomorrow afternoon for you and me for your own search for a future?"

When they settle here, he goes to find his Uncle.

Grobradon and Colbin, a scene:

After tea with his cousin, Grobradon eventually DOES find his Uncle. For a man who plays the 'raised myself up by my bootstraps' talk and calls himself a woodcutter even though he mostly has others do that FOR him, Colbin dresses well. Very hoity toity. Indeed, the vest he is currently wearing is probably worth at least two months wages of one of his woodcutting employees.

He is looking over some paper when Grobradon finds him in his office. The pipe smoke is not sweet, nor pleasant as some are. Rather it has a sour kind of vapor, one that suits both Colbin's taste and personality. That said, Grobradon remembers this IS for his mom and tries to to be polite. The door to the office is open, but Grobradon knocks on the entry way anyway.

Surprised, his Uncle rolls a sheet of paper he was looking up hastily, then sees who it is. Clearly he's not happy to find out it is his 'orc blood' nephew.

"What are you doing here, Grobradon?" The man puffs with agitation, looking a bit like a malfunctioning chimney, "You've got the town thinking you're some kind of hero, and believe that gives you the right to barge in anywhere you want?"

Grobradon keeps his expression neutral if not warm, and says "One reason I knocked. First the front door, now at this one. Uncle, I came to ask about the house you bought..."
At that Colbin Ventar sneers, "Word has it you've cozied up with Moon. Well, that's her poor taste if so. But no, I'm not giving her the house, not even renting it to her! That was one of the demands her father had when I bought it. For a song I might add." The last is a boast, as if taking advantage of other people, even hateful ones, was a merit.

Of course her father said that Grobradon fights a snarl on his face at the confirmation, then continues " I was wondering what you were going to do with it, yes, but not for Moon per se. "

"None of your damned business, is it?" Colbin huffs, "We'd have more wood for walls if you and that flake of a mentor of yours weren't always making folks feel like the world would end if we dare take 'too much'" Colbin really resents the fact some now plant trees as much as they cut them, nor that his nephew seems to think that's not enough.

It's not, old growth is crucial and you can't replace it just with new growth. You have to spare some areas. Grob has tried to explain but Colbin either won't see, or more likely doesn't care. It costs him money, and Colbin loves his money.

Rather than get into it, Grobradon sets his wolf like teeth in a too wide smile, "If you'll kindly not insult my mentor. I just want to know if you were finally giving my mother more than that weathered small box of a shack she lives in now. It would be greatly appreciated... and I thought maybe you had stopped punishing her for ..."

Colbin begins to laugh, "Oh ho, ha ha, you thought I... you thought I bought it for my sister? My stubborn fool of a sister who is blind in more than one way? Oh no! Never. I told her the price of my help, and she defied me! To my face, just to keep a bastard monster child! I'm the head of the Ventar family here, and she defied me. I'm not rewarding her for that even if you are full grown now. The town tried to shame me for that. Me, and after all I've done for it!"

"You mean TO it," Grobradon's temper starts to slip, "You're serious, your pride was hurt YEARS ago because you were rightfully called out for treating your sister like a stranger, and you're STILL punishing her, over me?"
Colbin flushes, "The only reason I'm not having you kicked out of here right now, BOY, is you've given me the first real laugh I've had in weeks, and because my wife would fuss. Your mother let you live to manhood. Fine. Do what a man does and take care of your own. I'm done coddling an ungrateful sister and her orc spawn. Get out!"

Grobradon feels it, the rage of any natural creature when kicked at, and even more when someone part of its pack is threatened. I could warp the wood of that pipe and burn his face. I could entangle his whole operation and stop work in the yards for hours. I could... a deep breath Make things even harder for mother by losing my temper.
Still, words will be said, "Boy, eh? Well then, OLD man, you're right about one thing. I should be looking after my mother, especially now that I'm a man. And I suppose I SHOULD thank you. You've taught me exactly the kind of man I never want to be. A grasping spider who is never content, who ignores his duties to his family and instead kneels before the altar of pettiness. Thank GOZREH I got to see your real worth before any of you sunk into me. Being as pathetic and small as you? THAT would truly be a taint on my blood and nature!"

His uncle sputters in fury, NO one talks to him like that. Not in his own house.. but before he can yell at the druid to leave? Grobradon already is, long strides carrying him out of the nearest exit of the over sized manor house into the streets.
Only after he's out does he hear echoes of the blowhard's fury. It doesn't matter, Grobradon has to find Jasper
And, support his mother as her brother should have but never did!


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Grobradon, Caroline, and tea:

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"I-I do, Grob," she says, her voice cracking. "He said it's an investment. Jasper and I tried, but..."

Her voice trails off as she looks down at her feet. She looks as if she's going to cry, and worse, like she thinks she deserves to be yelled at.

"I'm sorry, Grob. He's said he's got plans and he's not discussing them with us," she says quietly. She stands still for a moment before turning and running up to you to give you a hug. You can feel her body shaking with her sobs.

Grobradon is not a NICE guy. If he heard of strangers in another town down on their luck, he might well shrug, say "Sucks to be them" and go on with his day. Where so many of his friends would try to find out if they could help. THEN they might drag him along, but he'd go because he values his packs, not because he was nice or good.

But Caroline? She's part of a pack too, she is family that treats him and his other kindly.

So he returns the unexpected hug with warmth and support.

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"I hate him. I hate how it's always about him or the family's reputation or the guild and nothing else," she weeps into your chest. "I wish he was more like you! I wish I was strong like you!"

He lets her sob for a bit. Patiently, lets her cry some out. You can't rush a seed,his mentor taught him.

Then after a bit, he snorts, "Caroline, this is where I'm supposed to either feign false humility, or maybe tell you flatly how strong you are and EVERYTHING will be all right. I am strong, but how could I not be? Have you seen my mother? Your aunt has fed me the waters of love and my friends, like Culver, and my newer friends, have given me the sunlight of acceptence. Kassen is not welcoming soil to the different, not always. It's packed hard with traditions turned too stiff and unyielding. It's riddled with boring insects of prejudice here and there that will eat at your roots. But! That metaphorical water, that sunlight proverbial... and I'm using big words because you're smart, that's what helped me grow, and the soil? Challenging soil can still make for tougher roots and trunk so it too has a purpose. I AM Strong. Strong of body, Strong of Will. I know who I am and I know what and who fed that strength. My mentor helped show me that."

He lets that sink in, and goes on, "But here's the thing, you are strong too. You get love from your family, though your father's waters are bitter he is not alone in feeding that. Sometimes I wonder how much sunlight you're getting, but others your age do accept you even if some of them are a bit jealous of you being a rich girl. That latter is NOT your fault, but try not to resent them for their resentment. Waste of energy. And here you are, reaching out to me, to help me, and to ask for a bit of friendship from a cousin. Do you know how HARD it is for me to admit, even to loved ones, when I FEEL weak? Caroline, what you're doing now is a form of strength that surpasses me. It is a lesson I am still learning. I won't diminish your frustration or your pain just because I can't understand it like you do. That would be as foolish as a Fish scoffing about how easy a bird has it. You, little bird, have hard winds coming at you as well as bright skies, but don't neglect self awareness. You have strengths of your own. Hone them. I'll cheer you on"

He sets her down to the table with the tea, and once she is in a chair, pours, "Now, you're of age where if you want, you might try an apprenticeship. Now, it so happens, a lot of our old mentors are now without students, at least, we don't need them as much as we need to. Our skills, our powers, have grown. They are probably shopping for new apprentices soon. Maybe one of them can help you like Treesong helped me? What do you think one of your strengths is? What brings you joy, and keeps you engaged? Are you curious about magic? Holgast and Ring Ibbleting might take you on. Neither is easy to learn from, but the rewards are obvious. Do you feel a spiritual calling? Father Prasst is one of the nicest guys I know and is open to teaching one who isn't OF erastil though you might have to settle for the basics. Olmira, my mentor? SHe's a bit touched in the head but I learned a LOT. Maybe you want to learn to trust in your own body, build up your might. We got warriors of all types. Each teacher is their own challenge but challenges can make for strong roots, and they'll help your leaves go higher still if you put in the work. Lastly..." He looks left and right then whispers "An apprenticeship of YOUR choosing, would give you time out of this house and away from your father's eyes if that's what you need."

And, he takes a sip of the tea to let her mull that over. Besides, he talked so much his throat is dry.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

The Before time!:

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Before Cailyn meets up with you as you're sporting your new butterfly accessories

The morning is a cheery one as friends return cheers and greetings. While many of the girls continue looking for a dance partner, there is one that stays with you and even joins you in singing.
He shoots a side glance, impressed by her voice and glad she's in the spirit of things. She certainly sings better than he is, but the fun's the thing.
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A young acolyte named Dani Starblossom, a girl of mixed Chelish and Varisian blood that was left on the steps of Turandarok Academy seventeen years ago as a babe. She'd joined Desna's clergy when she was thirteen, about four years ago, around the time of your fateful climb up the Deverin's manor. Thinking back on that night, she was one of the ones that wanted to know about Shoanti star reading the most.

He remembers the talk about the star reading, and perhaps it was Dani who tried to talk him out of taking up that dare. It was nice that she actually cared about his culture's gift with the stars.

The years have been kind to Dani, one can't help but notice it, and he's sure she'll be a fine cleric one day.

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For a moment, between songs, she seems like she's about to say something when you're distracted by another of your friends calling out to you. When you turn back to see what she was about to say, she's disappeared.

The swallowtails that are released float and flutter above the crowd before some of them come to rest on you, giving you a crown and something on your injured leg. One thing you do see is that all of them are in deep rich purples and blues, rare colors even among Desna's children. It's then that Cailyn comes up and mentions them being in a pattern on your leg.

He wonders what Dani wanted to talk about but he understands today of all days she's probably got more to do than just chat. So he focuses on the conversation with Cailyn.

Thanks!


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"Cousin interaction is a thing, from time to time." Cailyn chats without a direction, as she waves to a walking vendor to purchase a small snack, directing the vendor to give one to Scrapeknee as well. The directionless comment leads her anyway toward another statement "Wilberforce and I are not close like Sarla and you are. " a hint of something coloring her voice, as she looks down in her sack of something "The night at the tavern was probably the longest time we've spent together in truth." she bites, chews, savors, then swallows. Looking up she shows a little embarrassed smile "And I can't even remember most of it."

"Given how much Willie encourages drinking, I can't say I am surprised encounters with him lead to memory loss," About as wry as he gets, "You were a good sport though ,and if you wonder where your stockings are.. well, check the Dragon's ceiling."

Misunderstandings!:

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"Nobody'd think that Hawk," an acolyte that Scrapeknee recognizes as Dani blurts out when he admits his concerns about looking like he'd set this up. She clams up and turns beet-red as she realizes that she's been caught following the young Shoanti.

He smiles "Thanks, Dani. Have you met..." but before that really gets out...

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"I-I-- I'm sorry," she mutters as she pulls the hood of her robes low over her face. "I-I mean, I shouldna've been sneaking around l-like that. I just... I wanted..."

She turns on her heels and calls out, "Enjoy the festival with your girlfriend," before scurrying away.

"you too..." he waves back out of habit then blinks, "Wait? WHAT? No we're just..." but it's too late to stop the gossip chain of a small town

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Just for a second, before her face explodes in red, and she looks down into her food as quickly as she can.

She tries not to make the rest of their interactions weird, but HOW could it not be weird when it kept coming UP!?!?

"I am so sorry about that. I'll.. set the record straight. That's not fair to you."

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As the sun slips down and the butterflies decide to move on, she excuses herself from Scrapeknee's presence "Thank you for letting me keep you company." she says simply, then goes (not hurriedly!) to the bleachers.

He's blushing himself "The same."

Festival and Fire

Riveted by the spectacle, Scrapeknee watches it with respect. Desna is not the goddess he understands always, she's so flighty! yet he loves the stars so he honors her, besides, this also celebrats Sandpoint...

Then? It all goes to hell!

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Goblins chew and goblins bite.

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

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

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

"Milita, to arms, shield the citizens!" He calls out as he was taught to by his Uncle Hemlock! Yet, despite that lesson, he feels overwhelmed. SO MUCH IS GOING WRONG!

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One appears near the acolyte that had run from Cailyn and Scrapeknee earlier, slashing at her legs and sending her tumbling to the ground. Another two rush at two young women that turn out to be Joanna and Tera before either of them can do anything to defend themselves. Joanna shields her friend, taking both blows to her side and nearly getting cut open in the process. Another looses an arrow at Lita and bounces harmlessly off her scale armor just as three more goblins, these bearing torches rushed about setting everything they can reach on fire.

As the blood spills from Dani in one area, and Joanna and Terra are rushed at, he finds his focus! It is chauvinistic perhaps, or maybe chivalrous? or perhaps both, but they're hurting women? OUTRAGE.

Drawing his spear, which still has colorful ribbons tied to it this day, he lurches and limps towards the wounded acolyte cursing his slowness. He's no wise cleric, no great warrior, but he can fight!

And here is where that lame curse makes him really really slow, with difficult terrain combined it is just two squares.

There's a burst of fire to his left, south of the downed Dani. It draws his eyes... Fire, Blood, and Sin his thoughts echo from an uknown source. He calls out, "By Stars and Soil, NO!"

And something happens, without a cloud in the sky, the heavens seem to rip open and pour down water upon the fire as if in agreement with OjWoj Scrapeknee! The Little Hawk's cry is sharp, loud, and... answered!

Create Water to snuff that flame to the south of him!


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Shane's jaw drops. She's actually going to talk to it. I.. don't have time to pull out a quill and paper to record the upcoming conversation. I'll need my hands free!


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2
Pava / Nips at Heels wrote:

"Feels like if the little nutters bothered to build a stirge cage, they had some manner of use for the blood... Or a use for bloodless bodies... Abella? Mage? Anything in your noted and revered expertise or a class you might've audited at the Acadamae that that give a wink and a nudge towards?"

I think I forgot to actually post this earlier, but Pava's not going into these crypts without an Antiplague up!

"Feel free to call me Shane, please, Pava. And the more accurate term is wizard, mage is too broad a term for the biblothurgy that is the nature of the wizard study and.. " He realizes he is about to ramble rather than give Pava the answer they wanted, "Right, let me think on that."

And he does.

Some rolls..*Shakes wizard's head sees what falls out if anything*
Knowledge Arcana 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Knowledge Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

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When they get to the Otyugh

He tries to think of what he knows of that beyond what Shrike has said

Knowledge Dungeoneering again I believe? 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Shane blinks, then mutters "Some folks in this group kill like Pharasma's butler when she hits the bellrope."

He looks over the dead bodies, and decides to add, "May your journey to the boneyard be kinder than your exit from the living."


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Shane explains his find to the others. See above and assume knowledge is shared ICly ;) When the Derro wake and start talking, he admits, "That particular language is not among my many communicative options."


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1
Cailyn Vanderale wrote:

"It looks like a pattern?" An inquisitive voice draws Scrapeknee's attention from the wonder of the crowning. Cailyn is bent over, rather close to his leg, looking at the butterflies, who seem content to simply stay fluttering in rest.

She looks up at him, blue eyes dancing with curiosity, but the movement causes
her dark hair in its complex buns to press into the cocking stirrup of the crossbow on her back. History has taught her, that this is bad, so she rises to standing quickly, silk rustling, before strands get caught.

A quick wince tells him she failed. As she reaches back to disentangle herself, she asks "Is it random chance, or is there meaning behind it?"

"I have no idea..." He admits holding very still, "Every year I get a few of them, there's a trick with sugar water that makes it more likely by the by. But mostly you act gentle and still and hope" He moves his mouth slowly as he talks so not to disrupt "Never had this many on me before. And I didn't put the sugar water on my leg, not sure what that's about, maybe they just feel sorry for me." Half amused, half resigned, "What pattern? I'm afraid if I look down I'll disrupt things."

Then he smiles "Congratulations about the Crossbow contest." The Sash he could see.


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

As the letter is read, Grobradon feels a low growl in his throat and for a moment, one can see why Orcs are fierce for he looks ready for murder, and more so, that he would delight in that act.

"If I ever find your 'former' father, I think I'll stake him to an ant hill and pour honey over him. Just saying." A breath. "I'm sorry. Moon, that his happened. But we're here for you, and restoring your torn goods means not just you got things back, but that we thwarted the bastard. So, THAT's a bonus." He looks around, "Was I right about my Uncle buying this place? He's one of the only people who could afford such a quick purchase."


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Shane was startled that the fight ended so abruptly. He cast detect magic on the Derros, their goods, and the surrounding area near them


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1

The Dragon:

[QUOTE}"I don't mind something like cards or a simple contest, but once the stakes have moved past simple coin..." Lita eyes the foul-smelling concoction placed on the table warily, even without the chance of being the one who has to drink it. "That gets a little dangerous." Her tone, still light, still bearing the last hints of laughter, does not suggest a real danger as much as it does perhaps some humiliation.
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Conrad shifts uncomfortably in his chair. "Like... fighting and stuff," he replies awkwardly. "With b-b-bets." A b-b-bit more d-dangerous, he adds, with a nod towards Lita.

He arches eyebrows, then admits "I think you're both braver than I am with gambling." He sounds a bit impressed. "For example, I'd never try that Hagfish."


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The Festival
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It's frankly a miracle that Garridan doesn't figure out that you took Cailyn to the Rusty Dragon. That only means he works you half-to-death as preparations for the Swallowtail Festival ramp up. You find yourself with precious little free time. If you're not helping out in the tavern room, you're helping to prepare for the noon meal, and if you're not doing either of those, you're sleeping as exhausting hits. Your cousins are frazzled by the time the day of the festival arrives, and it doesn't appear that the White Deer hitting capacity two days before the big day has done anything for your uncle's foul mood. With most of the patrons heading out for the day and your cousins and aunt giving your uncle more than enough hands, you're free to do as you like. Though Garridan has already told you that he'll need you for the supper rush after the end of the Cathedral's consecration.

Scrapeknee is torn by both guilt profound for betraying his Uncle, and a fond memory of some good times at the Dragon. He really enjoyed the company of Cailyn and her friends, all lovely ladies. If only they were Shoanti. *Sigh* His Uncle Garridan wasn't against dating non Shoanti per se, but he sure made it sound like he had HOPES OjWoj would find a nice Shoanti girl to settle down with, perhaps out there in the tribal lands. It was on his mind, how could it not be, as many of the Sandpointers would have a date on their arms. Social pressure was stupid, and presumptious, but that doesn't mean it didn't have power.

Not fair to the girls either, Scrapeknee. No woman wants to be an ornament so YOU feel more secure or gain reputation. That's Chellthink.
He IS glad to see Cailyn and her friends when they eat and is a polite young man. He's not surprised when the former vanishes into the Curious Goblin. Knew she'd love it. Now romance aside, there's a friendship he hopes he can foster.
On the day of the festival, he greets her, "Have fun out there." He will join later.
But not too much later. Soon enough he's out and about as well. Dressed in his finest and smiling to see his neighbors in good spirits. Indeed, where he did not let his proverbial hair down at the Dragon, HERE, today? He does!
"Swallowtail! WHOOT!" He hollers to a friend he sees across the road, and many whoot back. He sings along with carolers even if he's not trained at it.
Untrained Performance for singing 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Sadly, he can't dance well, and doesn't try. The village girls give his leg ONE look and seek others who are better suited to sweeping them off their feet.

Foods are sampled, particularly ones that are not good for him. And he claps as loudly as anyone as storytellers spin their tales of heroes of legend and history.
He simmers down at Noon, and listens to the Mayor give his speech, and he grows respectful as Father Zantus explains to explain the reason for the festival, and when the butterflies are released, he once more lets loose a cheer joining the throng. He quiets as a butterfly moves near him and he uses his own knowlege of butterflies to try to get them to settle on him.
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

And the most amazing thing happens!
Dozens and dozens of the butterflies land on him, one by one. He is surprised that it worked this well!

But they land mostly along his bad leg, in a glorious star like pattern. Mostly, not all. Others land about his brow in a pattern that is almost a butterfly substitute of Shoanti headwear , a 'crowning' of sorts.

Forgive me taking liberties, but a nat 20 is not to be missed. I figure those with Religion Knowledge rolls of 13 or higher might notice the star symbol on the leg actually resembles the 'Starknife' pattern, favored by Desnan clergy


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Grobradon stills when Moon comes into her old home to find the restored trove.

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Not when they fought Asar or his champions, or when they faced any of the numerous surprises during their quest, did the ranger ever look half as poleaxed as she does in this moment. Her eyes shoot between Maidie, Betz, and Grob. Hesitantly, she touches one of the simple kimonos to convince herself it is real. She steps back. ”Which… who thought of this?”

Grobradon is about to give Maidie her due when...

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”Let’s just say it was a team effort. All three of us have been casting spells since dawn. You didn’t think we’d let Kassen’s fiercests defender lose everything she owns, did you?”

Grobradon finds himself grinning like a fool at that.

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She nods, taking in Maidie’s words… lip quivering, she bursts into a torrent of tears. She rushes Maidie and gives the wizard a bone-crushing hug whispering through her tears, ”Thank you. I cannot repay this great kindness. I’m sorry I haven’t been a good friend.” She refuses to let Maidie go for some minutes as she sobs. The wizard’s shoulder is damp by the time she is done.

On releasing Maidie, she looks at Betz and explodes into yet more tears. Despite their height difference, Moon makes a long, hard hug work – even if she has to take a knee to do it. She knows what they say about her in town. Her voice is muffled against Betz’s face. ”Thank you and… I’m sorry if I was ever a ‘stuck-up Elven b!tch’ to you. I didn’t mean to be. I really didn’t.”

The smile has vanished, and Grobradon sees the tears flow and an new urge to find Moon's father and beat the living manure out of him rises. One drop of blood for every tear

He meets her eyes when she turns to him.

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With deliberate steps, she approaches the half-orc… and doesn’t stop. She presses her body against his. Her slender fingers touch his face then lace behind his neck. She pulls him down and kisses him. Her lips are strong and so is her desire judging by how hard she presses into him. She lets it last a long moment before releasing him. The kiss is a statement – far more than ‘thanks friend’ and somewhere less than ‘let’s get your pants off’.

Grobradon almost leans into the touch on his face, then she ... keeps moving, pressing, pulling, andfinally kissing. He returns it, feeling his own body heat and tighten simultaneously. The kiss is a hungry thing, a near loosing of something that ... society does not approve of loosing, at least not in crowds. When she releases him, he almost doesn't let HER go.

But he does, forced to take a deep cleansing breath.
"Right back at you," He mutters to her unspoken but all too clear statement.
Then he shoots Beltzolte an eyeroll for the thumbsup
When she changes and returns, he looks at her with a mix of animalistic hunger, and profound admiration. He curbs the former with strength of will, but is not ashamed of the latter in the slightest.
Then, she surprises him anew.
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She moves next to Meep, resting a hand on her shoulder. A semblance of a true smile returns. ”Forgive my manners. May I introduce Meep of Kassen to you.” She squeezes the goblin’s shoulder as a signal.
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When Moon comes out and stands behind Meep, it takes the little goblin a moment to realize what's going on. When she does, she lets out a quiet oh and looks Betzolte, Maidie, and Grobradon in the eyes.

"H-Hello! I'm Meep," she says as she steps forward and holds out her hand to Grobradon. "It's good to meet you!"

A grin, wolf like, but sincere, "Hello, Meep. Nice to meet you too. I am Grobradon, but my friends may call me Grob, which means, YOU may call me Grob."


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All a bit of a jumble and at different times here and there but..

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Betzolte offers Grobradon a hug of his own when he returns.

"Thanks for bein' there for Moon, Grobradon," she tells him. "I gotta learn to be a better friend to both of you."

"We all need practice I suppose. We got time for that."

Grobradon allows the hug, then while they hug looks down at her head, "Want me to check your head for lice while I'm up here?"
He'll understand if his mouth gets him a jab or poke. Worth it.

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”Grobradon, meet Betz and me at Moon’s house as she asked…but be there at dawn, not at noon. And be sure to prepare your usual spells in the morning. I’ll explain more when we are at the house.”

"Ever since the festival, folks go around giving me odd jobs. " He mutters dryly, but nods "Sure."

*****
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”We’ll use this as our main work area. Each of us can cast mending on items from one of the piles. Prioritize unique items and things with sentimental value. The more common things can be bought with gold, but the objects of elven or Tien make can’t easily be replaced. I’ll use prestidigitation to clean anything that’s dirty. Now…go!"

When the plan becomes clear, he could KICK himself, "Mending, of course! Good catch, Maidie!" And he does so with a gusto. If anyone had told him a year ago he would be using druidic power to stitch together delicate scarves or an elegant comb, he'd have told them they were insane. Yet here he is.


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Male Tiefling Wizard (Illusionist)-3/HP: 20/20; AC: 13(t12ff11); F: +3,R: +4,W:+5; Init +2, Perc: +2

Is more than two Derros together called a Doom of Derros, or a Dread of Derros?

A Dastardly of Derros? :)


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)

Akechi Rising, Half orc apologizing:

Grobradon notices the tree, the packages, the signs of ... a move. And, he might have heard the declaration to burn the house down.

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She thinks fast, ”Meep and I would be delighted to accept your dinner invitation for tomorrow.”

"Uh huh, good good.I think we can get our hands on some perch if fishing is going well," He nods, then scratches his chin, "Your father is an ass, and an idiot. I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner to help you grab what little if anything he left you, but I had ''help'' from our elders" He makes little air quotes, "Which translated in me having to figure out what they were hemming and hawing at for the longest time. Also its too small a town for me NOT to catch on.. eventually. Braggar, by the way, offers you and Meep a spot under his roof as long as you need if you like. Not a bad guy at all, says you helped protect his daughter...which I can verify as I was there. So he would be honored. So on and so on. I see you're instead heading to some place else but the offer is open. I'd offer to let you stay at Mom and my place but ... you deserve better. Hell, my MOM deserves better." The Shack the two they dwell in is small and cramped, "But there's room for a meal so no trouble there." His brow knits "I know how tough you are, but we're here. Okay? Now that I've blabbed like an idiot and risked annoying you by being in your business, you want to talk about it?"


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)
Betzolte Ironhame wrote:
DM-Salsa wrote:
"Honestly, Grobradon," Braggar says, "I don't think it's my place to tell you. Having said that, I think you need to know. If what Arnama's told me is even half-true, Moon's stubborn enough for any three people, er almost any three people." He corrects himself as he think as about it for a moment. It would be difficult indeed to find anyone nearly as stubborn as Braggar. "She's gonna need ye, all of ye. Her father skipped town and, well..." His voice trails off as if he can't believe what is about to say.

Betzolte's jaw drops.

"Holy slag, WHAT?!"

"He bailed on her, the ..."

Orc:
"One who fornicates with corpses and the corpses aren't satisfied"
"... but what's the other part. What else has he done?"

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I didn't think Nethys would be the one to die and am glad he didn't; that would have felt a little too like a certain other company's magic goddess dying during events

I am increasingly worried about Shelyn or Sarenrae getting it though :(


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DM-Salsa wrote:

Grobradon

Your mother sighs as you ask her what's going on with Moon.

"I probably shouldn't be the one to tell you," she says, her voice pitched so only you can hear, "but Moon's father left town the night after you all set out. He took most of what he had from his and Moon's home, but..." her voice trails off.

Grobradon has to fight the urge to curse. If anyone but his mother were before him, he'd be using profanity fit to scare birds!

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"Grobradon, despite how you were fathered, I have never once resented nor hated you. I've always loved you, and I can't fathom how any parent could not love their children," she says as she wraps you up in a hug. "I know you love me, and Moon is going to need that same love from you."

He cools his rage as best he can, then softens, "You're the best mother in the world. You know that right? My birth brought you pain and public shaming and more, and you never blamed me. That beast that hurt you blinded you as well, and you did not let his sins fall to me. Instead you gave me all the love you could. I'm not as 'good' as you think I am, but what is good in me is largely thanks to you, mother. And, like I said, I won't presume anything too soon with Moon and I... but she is my friend. Of course we'll help her. Did her miserable coward of a father leave the house intact for her?"

But then, Moon approaches and he quiets.

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No longer hungry, Moon takes up Grob’s plate and leaves hers on the table. She walks back to Grob and his mother, head held high. I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine. I’ll live. I’m not fine. She hands the heaving plate to Grob – heavy on meat, light on veggies. Then offers him a napkin and silverware.

"Thank you,Moon." And he gives her hand a squeeze when the plate is down again. gazing in her eyes. And mouths 'We're here for you'

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While people eat and talk, Moon practices smiling, breathing, and willing her heart to be a stone. It is almost a relief when Maidie comes to gather them for the meeting.

At the meeting, he nods as Moon gives more detail


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1
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"Oh lor'. Is that some sort of hell spawn?"

The query was addressed to no one in particular. In truth, he hadn't entirely meant to forward it to anyone's address at all, it just slipping Willie at the sudden sight of Lita's singular appearance. Drunkards and children knew naught but honesty, and young Wilberforce was a bit drunk and more than a bit immature. "Sorry, I don't think I meant to say that out loud."

Scrapeknee is about to suggest to the man that perhaps he's had enough to drink, when, abruptly, Cailyn, for no apparent reason gives a YELP

City folk are very odd. He decides.


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Grobradon is not used to... well, being treated this warmly by so many. Orc blooded, and sometimes surly, he's not made many friends so he's surprised but he goes along with it. Partly because he's still in a good mood regarding Moon and he.. well, getting along. Who knows what the future might bring, it could suck! But for now? It's rather nice.
And there are other reasons to be quite happy too, like seeing an old friend is okay.

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Culver spots Grob and Moon sitting together, and ribs his friend about the budding romance between them. Bimbur, Keth, and Voronoy stop by to congratulate the heroes, as well.

He mutters softly to Culver as Culver teases, "Don't make me stuff you in a backpack , funny guy." then he adds, "Thanks for looking in on mom and delivering that letter."

He greets the others with nods and accepts their congratulations as politely as he can manage.
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Grobradon's mother sits on the other side of him from Moon. She lets the others ask questions and do the talking for the moment, but it's clear that she has several for her son.

Oh he has questions for her, "Any chores I need to do? Did you have any trouble? I know you can manage things fine but there are still something I should do instead of you if possible."

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”Madam Ventar? I am Moon, daughter of Akechi Temue. May I get you something to eat or drink?”

"Moon's been sharing wood guide duties with me with the group only she's even tougher in a fight." His voice is full of pride for the ranger . And, while she might not know it, Moon's gentleness and courtesy to his mother makes Grobradon appreciate her even more.

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She keeps her tone light, "Of course, Madam Ventar. If you change your mind, please call on me." She rises, "Grobradon, would you like anything? I'm getting a plate for myself. Between Arnama and me, I'm sure we can bring you something, provided you don't ask for a stack of ribs."

"No stack of ribs? I'll starve!" He faux laments, then says "If it's no trouble? Sure. Mom's got that 'interogation look' on her face anyway. At least a rib or two for real though? I am craving meat."

His mother gives him a LOOK
"AND a few vegtables too, if you don't mind." He adds hastily "I trust your judgement. Later I'll get us the desserts" Fair is fair after all


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Grobradon tries not to let that banter distract him too much. Be embarrassing if his daydreams of possible private dazzling caused him to walk into a tree. That kind of 'one with nature' is not what the goal is.


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He is surprised, then grins even wider, "Okay, if you get any more amazing I'm going to freaking swoon."


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Rydge (The Y makes it more godly)
Category - Newly Risen God
Edicts – Try to suck a little less today than you did yesterday; if you’ve done no harm then you don’t owe people explanations for who or what you are; Events in life are not fair but people should strive to be. Spin worlds of wonder without shame
Anathema – Putting someone else down just so you look taller, Judging another hastily, Refusing to admit you were wrong when you are. No Pineapples on Pizza (I mean it)
Areas of Concern- Imagination, Privacy, trying to be good but reserving the right to #### about it!
Symbol: A stick figure pushing a boulder up a hill!
Follower Alignments – Rydge prefers to hang out with people who are better than he is so mostly good aligned preferred. As they have better options in gods, most of his worshipers are Neutrals TRYING to be better with mixed results anyway
Pantheons – Rydge is leery of joining any pantheon that would want him as a member. He would be alarmed to find out he was also rather redundant even before he arrived by other new gods, but hey, thems the breaks
Devotee Benefits
Divine Ability – Constitution or Wisdom
Divine Font - Heal
Divine Skill - Stealth
Favored Weapon – Halberd
Domains – Dreams, Introspection, Secrecy, Truth
Alternate Domains – Freedom, Magic
Cleric Spells - 1st: Biting Words, 3rd: Non Detection, 6th: Word of Revision

Assuming Rydge is a better god, than Ridge was a mortal, jokes about low bars might be made freely. No doubt he would be utterly confused at first, but then begin granting spells hoping to do SOME good by empowering a few brave souls in need so they could do some good personally before he was inevitably destroyed by pineapple on pizza loving writers for Paizo. Rydge would also develop the unfortunate tendency to speak of himself in the third person, another reason he would be an unpopular god and likely to get the cosmic axe fast!


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Moon Akechi wrote:


”Thanks. Arnama is a great teacher.” She blushes slightly and deflects the subject quickly. Damaged isn’t the right word perhaps.” She struggles to articulate her experience. ”Humans treat me like I’m exotic - a hothouse flower. Some elves see me like I have inherited a disease…” She slides into a tut-tutting imitation of a man’s voice, ”What a pity. Moon would have been a fine elf if only she hadn’t been afflicted with humanity.” She switches back to her own voice, ”And other elves – the worst ones – they act like they are the popular debutantes in town and I’m the bucktoothed girl with no t~*+.” She lets out an exasperated breath, ”I didn’t intend to go on like that. It’s just… frustrating… so I get why you said what you said.”

He sneers at the 'opinions' of visiting elves regarding her looks and grunts sympathetically at her frustration.

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”Oh, GOOD.” She quickly downplays her reaction, ”I mean it’s good that you value nature’s ways, it’s… it’s just good.”

For a moment , he ponders explaining how it could be so much better than good when they get a bit of practice in, but druids are known for being wise. So he nails down that response before it gets him in trouble.

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Shock, then anger, crosses the ranger’s face. She shakes her head. ”You don’t do that… not to anyone. Keeping an intimate moment private, I get. But hiding it like a guilty secret? NO. Don’t do anything or anyone you aren’t willing to own. Grob, just give me a little nudge when we see her. I’m gonna punch her in the…", she debates some very off-color but appropriate part parts to punch before settling on the least eyebrow-raising option, "...gut.”

Now, Grobradon DOES speak, shaking his head, "No. I mean, yes she shouldn't treat people like that, but no, I am not betraying my word and outing her with a nudge or anything else. I'm not going to weasel around my pledge..." A bit of amusement slips out, "Even if it would be mildly entertaining to see her run for her life while you hunted her through the village square." SOme part of him is surprised she's so angry about this, almost as angry now as he was hurt then, "her doing that really upsets you, huh?"

Okay, his wisdom isn't perfect and he might sometimes state the obvious.


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Moon Akechi wrote:


Moon gives Grob a confused look for a long moment – the length of time it takes her to recall the comment. It felt like it had happened a lifetime ago. It takes her another moment longer to comment as she tries to recall if she’s ever heard Grob apologize to anyone for anything before. She’s pretty sure she hasn’t which means this is… significant. ”You don’t need to apologize, not to me. We don’t get treated kindly sometimes. I guess it’s different for you, though. Elves would never say my blood was tainted. They just look down on me – like I’m damaged – as if that is somehow nobler than calling me a half-breed to my face.”

Grobradon listens to that, letting the idea of those challenges she has to face, different from his own ,sink in, "Damaged? You're just a different kind of whole being is all. Sides, I saw you fight. You are not damaged, but you are a major supplier OF damage to those that piss you off." Admiration there.

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She chuckles quietly, ”I’m a bit relieved, truth be spoken. For a time there, when you were talking about ‘corruption’, I thought you might be one of those holier-than-thou people who thinks laying with a girl is sinful and regrets it. You’re not… like that, right?” She glances at the half-orc, trying to measure his reaction, maybe hoping the scales tip in the right direction.

Grobradon snorts, "Oh GODS no! I mean, I'm supposed to honor nature and, to be plain, that is... just about as natural as it gets. I follow Gozreh, not Erastil..I mean, I respect old Deadeye but some of the teachings are too rigid for me. Nah, my problem would be my obnoxious grinning for hours after. THAT might get on a girl's nerves" He admits with a wolfish grin of his own. Then he recalls, and admits, "Well, there was this girl in the village who made me promise not to tell anyone we had been intimate. So I had to clamp down on the smile there. I can't name her. Oath is an oath, but it took some of the pleasure out of the aftermath that she was ashamed to share her bed with me. But I'm over it now. Her choice to be scared of what others think and we've both moved on." He doesn't appear to be bragging about a conquest with this nameless woman of the village, just as open as he's allowed.


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Male Half Orc Druid 3 (HP: 17/22; AC 19, (t11, ff17); F+4,R+2,W+6; init +1/Per +10)
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"Hey, none of that! None of that. It's not marvelous."

He rubs his shoulder "What? I can't have viewpoints?"

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When the spirit arises...
Grobradon got ready for a FIGHT, then realized, oh, this is the spirit of the GOOD guy and founder

And he listens to Kassen "We'll pass on warning to our elders. May you find rest, or at least a pleasant next turn on the wheel."

The lantern catches fire, and he nods "Well, that's done. Not crazy about the news we got, but better than ignorance."
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on the trip there, he apologizes to Moon, "Sorry about that stupid 'corruption' talk. Just for a moment I thought it was another 'orc blood is filthy' comment and I get tired of those, and I thought there was presuming against you as well. I need to get a thicker skin" He admits

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When they get to near their village, and Meep worries, he nods, "Moon's right. THe founder of our town called you a hero, Meep. The folks that doesn't work for, well, they aren't worth worrying about. But if someone threatens you, you tell one of us right away. Okay? We'll keep you safe. You're part of our pack now."


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rainzax wrote:

They did one from each row!

(suspicious)

It was half tongue in cheek when I said it on Part 4, but...as I did write it

Ridge wrote:


I wonder if tomorrow's 'safe pick' will be on the top row of Erastil, Iomadae, Torag, or Sarenrae just to keep the artwork from getting all lopsided ;)

I'm gonna say "called it" anyway :)

On a more serious note, I do love the idea that Jaidi, even in her grief, rolls up her sleeves and gets to work and supports the others grieving along with her.


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Male Human (Shoanti) HP: 9/9 | AC: 15/11/14 | F +1, R +1, W +3 | Per: +5, Init: +1 | Oracle (Stargazer archetype)-1
Cailyn Vanderale wrote:

Cailyn listens and nods, looking up from the table as people pass in front of them. Quick darting looks, then settling back down to her steady firmness of the wood. Distracted as she was, she missed the emotions in her eating companion.

"Those sound lovely." she says just as a server comes over to ask what they could like. "Oh, the mushroom tart and mutton strips... and a bowl of soup that soup there."" she pointed to a tray passing them. "Not that exact bowl, of course, that would be rude." she laughed nervously, then she looked at Scapeknee "What would you like? My treat, for helping me Explore the city."

"I'll just have a mutton strip and a potato, thank you" He says to the server. Then says to Cailyn "Kind of you to pay, but I'm okay. I really haven't shown you much. Wait till you hear about the Curious Goblin. It's not open at night, and might not be for the festival proper either, but I think it would be up your alley."

He is about to say more, when Willie plops into a seat next to them.

He's so surprised he forgets to introduce HIMSELF


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I could imagine a cleric of Erastil sending a chunk of their money back to family and community back home and charging strangers fair rates without much shame.

"Yes sir, I do believe we should help those in need. Mama lives in Sandpoint, and she needs a new fence put up after the last incident, so about that agreed upon price? AHEM."

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