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"Be careful Azoth. It will take several baths to wash off their stench." Zolarus races east toward the goblins while shooting another arrow in the wounded goblin.
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Ongoing Effects: Bless (1 min)
The hairless dog is unable to avoid the firework and takes the full explosion to its flank. Zolarus's arrow shoots the goblins hat off and pins it to the building behind it, if the goblin had hairs to split they would be split indeed.
Init order
Tiktaa
Azoth
Goblins
Thim
Zolarus
Top of the order Tiktaa you are up.
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Flaming Upon command, a flaming weapon is sheathed in fire that deals an extra 1d6 points of fire damage on a successful hit. The fire does not harm the wielder. The effect remains until another command is given.
Is this limited to her Flame touch count (5/day) or unlimited?
Hungry spectral flames dancing about her body Tik realizes the danger her comrade and the noble are in if she unleashes her full fury. Drawing an ancient and apparently beat up cross bow, she menacingly loads a flaming bolt.
"The beasties will burn, oh yes, they will all burn..." Our heroine states in an unprecedented malicious voice.
Azoth attacks the goblin directly north of him with his longsword. "Iomedae protects me from all evil, including the stench of goblins."
Azoth cuts the head off the northern goblin.
Goblin dog stands there dazed.
You killed one,
and that's no fun,
when we are done,
we say yum yum
All the goblins attack but fail to attack.
Init order
Tiktaa
Azoth
Goblins
-> Thim
Zolarus
Thim you are up
Thim watches the singed hairless dog snap blindly at the sparks surrounding it, then smiles wildly. Ahh . . it's easily distracted. Take another one! A second ball of spitting sparks leaps from his outstretched hand. Its growing wings skip and drag along the ground, leaving a trail of soot, and it shoots past the dog several dozen feet before swooping back in an upward spiral to explode at the beast's feet yet again.
As the fireworks make their circuitous path towards his foe, Thim cautiously move closer to the general melee. He shakes the last few embers of the spell from his hand and begins to plan his next move.
Zolarus's arrow drops too short, taking account of his new friend fighting in melee, and lands between the goblins legs piercing his pants in the crotch area. The goblin really freaks out and takes a second to check that all his goblin bits are in one spot then continues to assault the paladin. The goblin dog gets struck again with a firework and it begins to make deeper un godly noises a feral rodent may make if cornered, it may be all done with this paladin and want some firework shooting man flesh.
Init order
-> Tiktaa
Azoth
Goblins
Thim
Zolarus
Tiktaa you are up
The dog is dead, Azoth is up.
Azoth strikes at the goblin directly in front of him, praising Iomedae as he does so.
As he swings, he gets distracted by a nearby butterfly...
"Oh! A monarch! How lovely..."
One of the goblins picks up a torch and begins to charge after the butterflies. Singe it wings and then it sings!. Singing an obvious bird burning song. As he charges away Azoth takes an opportunity attack removing his torso from his legs in one precision swing. The other goblin seeing his last buddy chopped down cries out in rage and attempts to grapple Azoth's sword arm. But as he jumps up and down trying to grab the sword arm with his mouth, hands, and feet; it is clear that the goblin looks more like a two year old having a tantrum.
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Thim
Zolarus
You guys are up only one tantruming goblin left.
Thim continues his march forward. He raises his hand and fires off a lesser bolt of eldritch force. This time only a single missile breaches into his reality and strike unerringly at the final gibbering beast. The green energy flies straight down the goblin's giggling maw, and gives the monster a near fatal case of indigestion.
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"I really do admire their affinity for song and their ability to rhyme their motivations in lyrics. Please keep the last little bugger alive. We need to know where they came from." Zolarus removes a piece of lint in his pockets and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger while casting Daze (Will DC 13) on the last goblin after taking a step closer.
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Zolarus sings while playing his flute between verses when combat finishes to celebrate their victory.
"Goblins a-go-go,
Goblin’ around,
Digging the walls,
In a cave underground.
Picking and shovelling,
We don’t mind the cold,
Mining for gems,
And for silver and gold.
We’re slimy, we’re greasy,
We’re smelly, we’re rude,
We’ve all got bad manners,
And bad attitude!
The price that we ask
For our necklace is this:
Just give us, each goblin,
A big sloppy kiss!"
His tantrum is slightly less noisy and energetic, but he keeps at it.
Init order
-> Tiktaa
Azoth
Goblins
Thim
Zolarus
Tiktaa you are up
Azoth looks helplessly from the goblin to Zolarus. "You want me to keep it alive? Very well."
Azoth shakes the goblin off, and hits it on the head with the pommel of his sword.
Feeling a bit dazed the tantrum goblin strikes at Azoth.
A miss.
Thim
Zolarus
V'Thamuus holds his place. I don't see what use this beast will be alive. And I don't relish the hard choice after the questions are asked, but . . . He raises his hand and pauses. But if there is any danger, I cannot allow the beast to continue its rampage.
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LOL, with the combined effort and several spells the goblin is secured. He is injured slightly (-2 hp). After you secure the goblin the activity in the town begins to die down. The goblin raid is over! The man that was hiding stands up brushes off the dirt and filth from his clothes and approaches you, specifically Tiktaa. The guard will take your prisoner to the hold, they thank you for your assistance with glad eyes.
To Tiktaa:
My you handled that combat with exquisite demure! If I may have the pleasure to know your name! I am Aldern Foxglove. He bows and if you let him he will kiss your hand.
Surviving goblins flee north in droves, in some cases preferring to leap to their certain deaths off the cliff at Junker’s Edge rather than be captured. Several of the little menaces are caught alive, but they prove useless when interrogated; none of these goblins know much more
than that they were given orders to kill everyone in town and burn down the place. None of the captured goblins can even remember their leader’s name, apart from the fact that he was one of “you longshanks.”
potion of cure light wounds; potion of cure moderate wounds
Other Gear studded leather, dogslicer, shortbow with 20 arrows, whip, 20 gp, studded leather, masterwork horsechopper, shortbow with
20 arrows
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Being unfamiliar with this kind of attention Tiktaa immediately stops smoldering, begins blushing and apparently trys to become smaller than she is.
"Umm, m-my name is T-Tik, errr Slow Burn" she quietly states yet begins standing a bit taller, a renewed confidence gathering in her voice and demeanor,
"Yes, I am Slow Burn, Shaman of the Sriikirri Quah. Recently arrived from the Storval Plateau. Kel-grish Aldern Foxglove."
Thim lowers his hand as the goblin is bound, and the press of eldritch energy fades to be called at another time.
He watches with amusement as the nobleman turns immediately to the - literally - smoking hot young woman. Some things do not change from land to land so long as men and women are involved.
He turns to the noble's fallen animal to see if it is truly dead or just unconscious and badly injured.
Miss Ticker Slow Burn it is truly an honor to be rescued by someone of such beauty.
To the group.
I am staying at the Rusty Dragon in the south part of town, do come by I wish to reward you properly. I would be off; I need to address an old friend.
Foxglove walks to his dead dog, picks him up reverently and walks away.
The town is in the process of settling down, what would you like to do?
As Lord Foxglove approaches, "I am sorry sir, there was nothing we could do." Thim watches the man walk off with his departed friend and places a hand on the head of Moninga beside him.
He then turns toward Slow Burn, Azoth and Zolarus. "This was not how I expected the celebrations to end. I am pleased an relieved that I was surrounded by such bravery when the beasts attacked. I wished for a sign or adventure, but I regret the form it took . . . We fought well together. Until peace is assured, it might be best if we watched each other's backs. The beasts collected some small coins, and their arms, though crude, might be worth something to someone. Shall we see if the local provender could use them? Any small recompense can be split between us, as a token for our efforts. Surprisingly, the animals thought ahead," Thim smiles grimly, "Though we didn't give them an opportunity to take advantage of their plans. These two healing draughts would be of most use to those of us who rushed into direct battle. I recommend that you, sir," V'Thamuus indicated Azoth. "Take the stronger, and Zolarus carry the weaker in defense that their bravery brings dire consequences in the future."
Thim steps up to speak a bit more privately with Azoth. "Sir. Azoth I believe it was? We were discussing your unusual armor, among other things, before the tragic interruption. If you don't mind, where did you procure it? I must admit," He pales as dances around the words with euphemisms, "our experience has unsettled me. I would like to find some additional defenses of my own. Unfortunately my needs are a bit exotic. Most armor interferes with my connection to the arcane, but I know of options from same culture your armor hails from that might serve."
Azoth agrees with the plan. "Thim, I acquired my armor while chasing a demon all across Golarion with other paladins of my order. The thing ran all the way from the Worldwound to the distant land of Tien Xia, where we finally caught up with it. My original armour was destroyed, and I sought a smith to craft me a new suit, and this is what he made me. It is called kikko armour, and it consists of a clever arrangement of hexagonal plates made from iron and sewn to cloth, granting the wearer greater flexibility than that provided by many armors that afford similar defense. The plates may be left exposed or hidden by a layer of cloth. I like it very much, and the man sold it to me for a fair price."
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After Zolarus finishes his song satire about goblins he turns to the group and asks, "Should we hunt down the the rest of them? Where do we go from here? I am open to suggestions. If the goblins attacks don't stop, Sandpoint could become a ghost town. And then how could I ever achieve my life goal of winning the Hagfish contest?" He laugh and smiles after this remark.
The group, with a pile of looted goblin goodies in their arms, looks around town for a place to trade it in. All shops are closed for the festival, sans two.
The Armorsmith and Blacksmith have both hastily opened their doors trying to make some quick coin off the threat of a second goblin attack. The blacksmith has a longer line leading out his door, clearly he is cheaper to rent the honing wheel, so the group tries the Armorsmith.
Inside all manner of people are trying on different sets and types of armors, and dangerously swinging all manner of weapons about the room. You can hear coins clashing into the coffer like waves against the cliffs.
You assume she is the owner because of what happens next.
Ladies and Gentlemen! Let me be the first to introduce the New Heroes of Sandpoint, the goblin slayers themselves! Come to shop for the best weapons and armor North of Magnimar at Savah Bevaniky's Armorory! Let us give them a Sandpoint welcome!
The room full of people buying armor cheers. Huzza! Huzza! Huzza!
Savah approaches the lot of you after the cheering dies down, the clashing of coins in the coffer has doubled in speed after her speech.
My esteemed guests! How may I be of service! As advertised you will find no better wears North of Magnimar! Please let me offer you a small token of gratitude and give you a generous discount of no less than a fifth off anything I may offer you.
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Blushing again Tik tries to avoid the unexpected attention yet remembering her mentors tutelage at trading,
"Thank you ma'am. Does your generosity apply to an increased return on hard won "investments"?"
signaling her new companions to bring up the gear she could not carry.
"What will you give for these?"
Thim knows how this works. He served in Uncle's depot for most of his life. He gives the barker a wink.
"Of course, where else could we go save for the renowned Bevaniky's. I'm sure no one could give us a better price, or find better use for these armaments. And I am equally sure no one else is more willing to aid us," Thim's voice turns dramatically grim. "As we prepare for what might be coming next."
He steps up to the counter and helps to lift the goblins gear onto a nearby table.
"In fact, I am in need of something a bit exotic. Something I'm sure is easily in your comfort zone." Thim outline the haramaki and armored quilt. "As you see, the design offers protection while leaving the arms and legs free for arcane casting. I saw its like from travelers at Kaer Maga. Nothing that is beyond you I'm sure, considering the reputation that encouraged me to come to you first."
Yes, I am happy to create this armor for you! And let me see what you have to sell.
Thim leaves the weaponsmith happy with the transaction. He will return in days to pick up the order. In the meantime, the tavern and the young Lord Foxglove await. He walks to the Rusty Dragon to listen to the local news ant to see how the rest of the quaint village fared during the attack. He orders a dark tea heavy with milk and a few slices of fruit and sits at an empty table to wait for the other goblinfoes.
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As V'Thamuus walks into the Rusty Dragon, he sees Zolarus heartily enjoying himself. Surrounded by a small crowd, he is embellishing the story of his companions' recent victory while holding his wine cup high in the air.
....."Then I said "Dog-eaters? How disgusting! That is the problem with a good party. It attracts scoundrels and thieves. You there. Where is your invitation?!?" The speechless goblin leader turned out his pockets as I knocked him cold by throwing my wine cup. It hit him square between the eyes!" Zolarus suddenly throws his wine cup against the mounted deer head above the fireplace for effect. CLANK!
"But ladies and gentlemen, there is more to the story. As soon as the goblin leader fell, I saw a lady running down the street with her baby. Chasing her was a nasty little goblin about to jump and stab the baby. My lucky wine cup was already too far from my reach, so I blindly fired an arrow from my shortbow with no time to aim. The lady turned around hearing the goblin's agonizing scream to see the arrow in the goblin's head and her champion with the bow. "Thank You Most Generous Hero! What is your name so that I can name my next child after you?" ......
Zolarus grins ear to ear and nods to V'Thamuus. He excuses himself from his admirers to join him at the table. "Well met Thim. I hope you don't mind, but I've started my celebrations early this morning." He points down to his empty wine cup by the fireplace and motions with his hand to the nearest serving wench.
Thim takes a seat and sips at his tea. "No concerns. Celebrate. Let us make life worth the living." He signals to the servers to order a few scraps of raw meat for Moninga.
As you celebrate the recent victory at the Rusty Dragon your story teller gathers a decent sized audience. As he tosses the cup against the taxidermy accoutrements a servant girl brings him a new cup of wine.
It takes a second but you notice that this is not the usual serving girl that has been fueling your wine soaked debauchery this evening. She is much better dressed and attractive.
This one is on the house, also you and your friends may board here for the week as a show of thanks for your services to Sandpoint. The four of you will have to share the large room; it has two beds.
After handing you the wine she walks back to her counter to run the establishment.
DC 10 local- This is Ameiko Kaijitsu, the owner of the Rusty Dragon.
"You have my thanks." Thim stammers just a bit, "The attention and accolades are too much though . . . we did what we could. I only wish we could have done more."
Thim will engage in people watching for the evening, sipping his tea and gladly answering any questions of the patrons.
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A typical reserved Shoanti shaman, Tiktaa sits with her back to the wall sips hot tea and cradles what appears to be a forest rabbit. Politely she smiles and attempts to deflect the attention towards our loquacious Zolarus.
Tik struggles with this attention..."small town" girl thrown into "big city" spotlight...loathing to admit she enjoys it all.
Foxglove will return latter that night, dirty from digging a grave.
He approaches the group of you as Zolarus plays and sits down next to Tiktaa.
To Tiktaa
He is good at the flute. It is wonderful to see you again, oh my savior and all powerful goblin slayers. This town really ran with your hero status huh, you deserve it. Here,
It is a little something to show my appreciation to you, and your friends. Please dispense it to them as you see fit.
When the whole group is present, and during a break Zolarus takes from the flute, he will address everyone.
As thanks, I would like to bring you all boar hunting in the Tick Wood. I have been dying to make my way out there to hunt and I think you would all enjoy it. What say you? In the next few days before I am to head back to Magnimar.
Tiktaa pouch contents in PM
"Boar? That is a large pig, correct? Uncle kept pigs at his depot, but they would have given little sport in a hunt. Unless," Thim chuckles to himself for a moment, "the boars of the North have daggers for teeth, stand whithers high to a horse and are as aggressive as a rhino around cows in heat."
He starts for a second, realizing that his small joke might be taken as disrespect, then quickly tries to make amends. "But still, it sounds intriguing. The hunting of great beasts is a popular sport out of Sargova. Though I have never participated - my work for Uncle prevented it - now that the opportunity is in front of me, I find it difficult to say no. What does a 'boar hunt' entail?"
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We're going on a boar hunt!
We're gonna catch a big one!
I'm not afraid!
Are you?
Not me!
Shhh, it's a really big muddy hole
Looks like the kind of hole that boars live in
I don't know if I want to go in there
You think we oughta go in?
Are you nuts?
There's probably a boar in there
All right I'll go in, You stay here,
And if I find a boar, I'll come out and get you
And we'll all go in and grab him together
Now, quiet, don't make a sound while I'm in that hole,
Cuz if you wake him up, I'll be in trouble
Boars are awful ornery when they first wake up, you know
OK, I'm going on in
Oooo, It's dark in here
It's really dark in here
I can't see a thing
Agh, there's spiders webs
Ooo, what was that???
What's this??.... it's rough, uh oh, it's kind of smelly
Ahg!!!!!!!!! Run! Everybody run!!
I saw a boar!!!!
Jump in the water! Swim fast!!
Do the backstroke!
The sidestroke, the doggie paddle
Jump out of the water
Run through the mud!
Forget the tree!!
Go through the tall grass
The short grass
Quick! Go up the mountain
Down the other side
Go thru the gate
Into the house, under the bed
Under the pillow
Hide!!!!!
Uh, it's awful quiet around here
I'm not afraid
Are you?
Thim looks quizzically at Zolarus. "Truly . . . you find a boar and then run home? Is it more of a race than an actual hunt?
He braces himself . . .then puts on a somewhat forced smile. "Well . . sounds like . . fun . ."
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Sitting up a bit straighter and looking into Foxgloves eyes,
"A boar hunt sounds wonderful, are you outfitting the hunt or shall we make do on foot?"
Batting her eyes and flirting a bit, Tik remembers how to manipulate overconfident trade merchants... Looking over Foxgloves shoulder, tapping her hand in time with his lively tune Tik smiles brightly
"I so do look forward to hunting from horseback again."
Looking down wistfully Tik continues,
"I left my horse, Rabbit, with the Quah upon the Storval. She was a magnificent beast, strong and confident yet gentle when moving slowly...now her thunder rolls across the Stoval Plateau with my younger brother..."
Excellent! I have already talked with the stable master at the Goblin Squash and he will have horses for us all as soon as tomorrow!
Aldern claps his hands with excitement.
Thim right? Is that a jest, about the boar, razor teeth and all. You matched the description dead on. I will have three manservants with us, experienced in the hunt should we need them. The Tickwood houses no farm pigs my friend, and for the love of the hunt we use spear and bow, no magic.
The last bit is said with a smile.
Some time passes and Aldern spends it with you drinking wine and having a bit of a good time. Around ten bells Father Zantus and Sheriff Hemlock enter the Rusty Dragon. They see you all having a good time and approach.
We need to have a word outside, please keep this quiet.
He looks slightly distraught. and gestures for you to follow him. The Sheriff also looks a bit haggard, his arm is in a sling, an injury from the day's goblin attack.
"Of course, a jest!" DAGGERS for teeth! "I look forward to it Lord Foxglove." No MAGIC! Thim's tea seems to have disagreed with him. His dark skin has taken on a bit of green.
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V'Thamuus quietly slips out of his seat and steps outside into the evening air. "What do you need sir. You look unsettled."