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Sandpoint:
The next morning it is breezy but bright and the friends gather to discuss their next move in the common room. However, they are interrupted by one of the maids. She looks edgy, to say the least, wringing her hands in her apron.
"Um, ladies, gentlemen, there's someone here to see you -"
With that she is rudely shoved aside and three heavily-armoured men, dressed in ornate platemail, march into the room. Shields hang from their backs and a variety of weapons swing from leather harnesses. With their faces still concealed by their visored helms, one of them asks curtly in a muffled voice, "Are you the adventurers from Turtleback Ferry?"
The next few days are an enjoyable relaxation, catching up with old friends. Lo'j finds out that Alwyn and Hudak are back in town. He has been living with his cousin, the mayor, and helping out as Sheriff Hemlock's deputy in training the militia. The next evening involves a beery session of boasting as the old comrades swap stories. By then, the whole town has found out that the heroes of Sandpoint have returned, and the adventurers are greeted with cheery waves or clapped on the back as they wander through town. A dinner is held by Mayor Deverin the evening after, with a special "Shoanti theme" - roast aurochs on a spit in the main square, with townsfolk and worthies mixing drunkenly.
Sandpoint:
Sandpoint:
Will accompany brother to the docks as well.
gather info untrained
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Note.....If you read, please don't hold hot coffee over your crotch at that time.
Sandpoint:
Ameiko's Song
by
Hudak (I.E. Bernie Taupin)
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd find a big house and clean it out of the undead,
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show (like Vethran)
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Enquiries at the dock reveal that at this time of year, few if any ships are expected that will sail north. However, Vhiski's caravan is headed ultimately to Riddleport, and will set off in a few days.
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preparing to link to Youtube video of "Shot Down in Flames" by AC/DC....
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So much for poetry...
Vhiski seems pleased to have the three along with him on his caravan. The trip should take about two weeks, heading up the Lost Coast Road to the base of the Fogscar Mountains, the cross-country to Galduria on Ember Lake. Then the route skirts thegoblin-infested Churlwood to Roderic's Cove, and then along the coast to Riddleport.
"We should be leaving tomorrow. With any luck, you'll get a ship back down to Magnimar. Best finish up any business here, and then we'll set off.
Sandpoint:
“At any rate, in answer to your specific question, yes, when we parted ways with our companions, the Shoanti brothers, Camlo was in their company. We have had no contact with them for a few days, and I cannot say for certain whether the halfling remains with them. The Shoanti brothers were headed north – I do not know their final destination or the route they plan to take.” All true enough.
Magnimar:
Illes has been lounging on the bed throughout the exchange watching it slowly spiral. It wasn't exactly a surprise. In his experience encounters between Varisians and colonial law usually went down the same path. When the weapons came out of their scabbards he figured it was time to intervene before things got ugly. "Relax gentlemen- there is no need for those weapons. If we knew more, we would certainly tell you but the truth of the matter is your order has a reputation weighted a little more toward brutal than justice in the wilds of Varisia. I'm sorry to say it, but you have to understand my companions hesitance in dealing with colonial law."
The bard fixes one of them with a direct look, "We have fully answered your questions to the best of our ability." Then he shifts to the other, "There is no need to take us in for further questioning."
Two of the hellknights begin nodding as Illes murmurs his soothing words. But the leader shakes his head as if clearing it and then yells, "Your Varisian mind-tricks will not work on me, boy! Seize them!" He leaps forwards and tries to smash the pommel of his sword into Illes face.
Magnimar
Sandpoint:
“What is it about you law and order types that makes you so quick to draw weapons?” Elisile sighs, absently hoping that there will be a good market for the ransuer in Riddleport ...
Magnimar
With everything prepared, the caravan hauls out without much preamble, heading northwards along the road into the wilderness.
The road heads over the bridge where the adventurers managed to ambush the ambushing goblins, all those months ago, and then skirts about the Nettlewood, lair of the goblin horde and the demented priestess Nualia. The term "North Road" is something of a misnomer, as this portion of shore runs east-west before turning north. Either way, by the end of the day they are left behind for windswept views over the ocean as day turns to night.
At the evening meal, Vhiski asks Hudak, "So, how fair you? You seem to have a touch of melancholy."
Vethran snorts, steps further back from the altercation, and invokes a powerful entrapment spell upon the Hellknight commander.
The hellknight is entrapped inside the sphere conjured by Vethran.
Jilted in Sandpoint:
"well, looks like somebody's got the luck with the ladies."
To Vhiski;
"I'm through with women. I'm going to become a monk.
I got no use for them.
All I need is a good horse, a good sword, and a fray to havoc on.
Women? Paugh! Who needs them!!!"
bluff
Elisile takes a step back from the Hellknights to stand in front of Vethran, drawing her blade as she moves and holding it in a defensive posture. With her free hand she pulls forth a brass key from one of her belt pouches whilst murmuring under her breath, before pointing the key at the inn’s front door, which slams shut.
“That might give us a minute of privacy to deal with these fools,” she says to Vethran.
"Anyway, long story short, we ended up with some others in a mine in the middle of nowhere, doing the adventurous thing. Of course, turns out the place isn't empty, but there's a bunch of in-bred cannibals lurking inside. Captured our party, and were just getting the barbeque fired up, but me, Alder and Ameiko made a break for it with the others."
Vhiski stirs the glowing coals of th campfire with a stick.
"Well, only me, Ameiko and my brother made it out in one piece. We were just getting away when their leaders pet, this great big snake, upped and bit Ameiko. Alder dragged it off her, but it bit him too, and what with his other wounds, well... Only me and Ameiko made it to the boat."
Vhiski stares into the fire for a moment. "As far as I know, Ameiko's never really been close to anyone after that."
Heh heh.....Sandpoint.
Maybe she thinks she's bad luck.....b...but you can't dwell on the past.
Well, she can. But I won't.
I....I didn't mean to sound like that. She's your friend. I don't mean no disrespect, Vhiski. Thanks for telling me what you told me. It doesn't make me feel better, but maybe it will. One day.
No. I won't dwell on the ghosts of the past. I plan on carving my destiny with this......(he pats Nualia's Tongue). I guess this b#~$% sword is the only girl for me. I got no use for the past."
"See, you've got the right attitude. You want to move on. It's not you I'm worried about, it's Ameiko. She's just rotting away in that tavern of hers. I know she likes you, Hudak. I don't think she thinks anyone is responsible for Tsuto except Tsuto, and maybe Nualia. If only both of you weren't so..." - he waves his hand as he searches for the phrase - "...stiff-necked!"
The wily mage steps aside just as the Hellknight closes in, spoiling his attempt.