Blythe stands, walking back to the others. She tosses a quiver of arrows at Alric. "Here you go."
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Cerinnibert grimaces through the pain, "Ah, I have wanted to meet you, good Father. I have recently come to Sandpoint because of some ill omens sent to me by Gozreh, and I was wondering if you have had any intimations of misfortune as well? I fear that this is not the last trouble that Sandpoint will see..."
As he moves forward, his face twists once again, "Also, I seem to have taken a painful wound. I would appreciate any aid you could possibly give me."
Alric catches the quiver of arrows and scowls slightly. "Thank you, but don't you think the coin should be split among us all - perhaps to pay our bar tab and lodgings tonight if nothing else... I think we all earned some of it. I don't mind if you want to hang onto it for the time being, but it should be split eventually."
He shrugs and doesn't push the matter, but it's out there and mentioned and the others can press it if they want to.
"Ah yes coin! I am terrible short supply of it, and I suspect this Rusty Dragon requires coin." Aimea says as she wonders close to Alric.
"Some rest and relaxation does sound very appealing right now. As does some medical attention, now that you mention it." Jarl reaches down to his bleeding leg and applies some direct pressure.
I shall meet you all in the bar shortly. But there may be others who are hurt or need help.
Radbar will do a quick walk around town, helping out the villagers where he can.
Arabeth curtsies to Father Zantus, with a smile of acknowledgment. Sheathing her sword with a slight flourish, she then walks over to poor Jarl and -kneeling with a soft rustling of her great feathered cape- closes her eyes and concentrates.
She humms softly as her magic infuses and heals Jarl's wounds before standing and offering him her arm.
"Come! The patrons and Staff at the Rusty Dragon are second to none!" She declares, leading Jarl and the others off towards said establishment.
"Thank you for your kindness, Beth, was it? Let's see this great promised tavern, then!"
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Your drinks and merriment carry you well into the night. The owner of the Tavern, a young Tian-Min woman named Ameiko is the most gracious host. She even delights the crowd with a performance or two, obviously skilled as a bard. She even breaks out some sort of rice wine from her homeland.
Feel free to describe your actions into the night.
"Do any of you keep Desna as your god? I happen to, I think in the morning I will visit the temple now that those terrible goblins are dealt with. Now now... those wonderful stick things... loud stick things, what are they ?"
Alric enjoys the meal, the entertainment and the company on into the night, chatting with his new friends, and learning as much as he can about each one. At some point he proposes a toast to Ameiko after a particularly moving performance on her part. He is careful however, not to get overly drunk.
If asked about himself, he will simply describe himself as an aspiring actor living in Sandpoint while working at the renowned Sandpoint Theatre. Unless pressed, he won't reveal any more about himself at this time.
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After being given the brush-off by Father Zantus, Cerinnibert watches in disbelief as Arabeth fawns over Jarl. He raises one eyebrow as she carefully heals his wound, then he looks down at his own blood-stained tunic.
"I see how it is around here. No love for the little people! She ignores one of her own kind simply because he isn't tall enough."
He goes up to Blythe, and gives her his best smile. "Greetings, fair lady, my name is Cerinnibert, a pleasure to meet a fellow protector of this fair town. Could I perhaps claim a few of those coins? I am a little light in the belt pouch right now, and I could use someplace to rest and tend my wounds."
If she gives him some gold, he will get a room and go up to bandage his wounds and clean and mend his clothes. Once he feels a little more presentable, he will head downstairs to see how the others are getting on. He drinks lightly, and watches carefully this unique group that fate has seen fit to throw together.
Radbar will limit himself to two drinks.
Well met all, My name is Radbar Blaist from Lastwall. I am on a journey to focus my soul. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I myself follow the Inheritor Aimea.
Arabeth hugs Ameiko fiercely. Managing to almost wrap the both of them in her great feathered cloak.
As Cerinnibert takes a room and heads upstairs she gives out a little 'Oh!' of surprise and follows him up to his lodgings.
"I am so sorry to have missed your wounds. Would you care for me to aid you?" She asks. She again kneels beside Cerinnibert's bed as the Gnome settles and again casts her magic over his wounds.
She sighs as she leans back. "I fear I have called upon that which I serve as much as I can this day." She wipes a strand of sable hair from her eyes. "Perhaps tomorrow I might make things right between us?" She asks with a smile, before rising and heading back down to join in Ameiko's company, cooking, wine, women and song.
Down amongst the other guests/revelers. At Aimea's question to every one Arabeth smiles, waiting her turn to answer in the conversation. She too joins in Alric's praising of Ameiko. (^_^)
"I have heard much of the 'Dawn Flowers' beliefs and I must say I too enjoy witnessing the rising of the sun." She inform her. Looking around at the others she continues to smile.
"I, myself, am visiting Ameiko. I am here from Riddleport to the North. This is kind of my 'Summer holiday'." She laughs softly, "Nothing like the adventures I'm sure every one else has." She admits with a slight colour rising in her cheeks.
At Alric's words, she says "Split what? I killed that goblin. I don't know any of you."
She then joins Radbar in circling the town, but stays silent.
When they arrive at the inn, she pulls Ameiko aside.
After speaking to Ameiko she disappears upstairs to her room with a full bottle of elven wine and a grip of cigars.
Jarl enjoys the celebration as well as anyone else. He even dances as Ameiko plays, either solo or with partners as others choose. He smiles and laughs and tries to help everyone else enjoy themselves at least as much.
"All of the Wanderers revere Desna. It would be foolish for us to ignore one so obviously entwined into our lifestyle!"
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"I came hoping to earn a spot performing at the theater. Juggling, tumbling, dancing, illusionary tricks, whatever. This day was NOT what anyone should have expected!"
Having danced with Jarl and any one else at the jaunty music provided by Ameiko. Arabeth does settle, adjusting her cape, replying to Jarl.
"Indeed! The little creatures are suddenly the most bold!" She replies over the general chatter of the Tavern.
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Cerinnibert smiles at Arabeth. "It's alright, I know that most people tend to overlook the smaller folk. I thank you for the healing. Those of us 'of the blood' need to look out for each other..." he says with a wink.
He goes downstairs after cleaning up and enjoys the party, telling many tales of all the places he has visited over the years to anyone who will listen.
Once he finds out Alric's last name, he relates a scandalous story about Alric's mother, a crashed bachelor party, and how Alric's parents decided to get married...
Alric scoffs at Blythe's response. "I killed my share as well, as did others and the loot came from all of them. But whatever, I'm not going to fight you over it, it's not worth it - just remember, it was a group effort to take down all the goblins." He leaves it at that.
"Jarl, perhaps I can be of some assistance to you in your quest. I cannot offer you a part or anything, but maybe I can get you in for an audition. I work at the theatre. Mostly I am a stagehand and grip, but I do bit parts from time to time. I've even had a couple of speaking roles. I can introduce you to the right people at least."
Alric laughs at Cerinnebert's obviously made up and exaggerated tale, though his mother and father wouldn't find any humor in it. "Truly funny, 'Bert... if you only knew the half of it, it would surely curl your hair. Sadly the truth be told, there was a lot more magic and a lot less humor involved in the actual tale. Unfortunately, I wasn't around at the time to know the real truth, and have had to rely on the stories told me. Still, yours is a funny version to be sure!"
Aimea quickly finishes one ale, than another, than a third, drinking a fourth she says to no one in particular, "I was raised in Magnimar... I was an... unwelcome child." she points to her ears. "After mother died... well 'dad' sent me packing. And Now I am here. Looking to do... Actually I don't know what I am looking for. But I am glad I met some people today. also that I did not get killed by goblins... that would be inconvenient."
She sighs deeply before the smile returns to her face.
"So if any of you have plans I would love to tag along. I can be useful. I know a bit of magic and I know a few things about people nothing to impressive but..." She trailed off and took another drink.
Hearing Aimea's words as they join the scattered flow of other people's chatter Arabeth moves to sit beside the part-Elf, politely awaiting an invitation to do so of course. (^_~)
"Greetings again, Miss Aimea. I am just a visitor to Sand-point as well, though a more regular one." She smiles and tips a tankard by way of offering a toast to the other woman.
"Now, it would seem to me that these Goblins. Which I believe are more a kind of regular pest what with Sand-point being so close to true wilderness. Perhaps something has shifted things in the wilds here abouts? Something which has caused the little vermin to try their luck in town?" She offers her thoughts in return, even a shaking of hands? (^_~)
She leans closer with the soft rustling of the many feathers of her cape, "May I ask a personal question? At what time do you rise to watch the dawn and would you be amiss, perhaps tomorrow, for company in doing so?" Arabeth smiles,
"As I think I replied to some one before, I have heard of those who worship the Dawn Flower and rising early to greet the sun strikes me as a pleasant thing to do." (^_^)
She smiles sweetly to Arabeth. "Beth, You are mistaken. I worship Densa, the North Star, goddess of luck, travelers and the stars. Appropriate I suppose as my luck is crummy but plentiful, and I am something of a traveler, and the North Star is what guided me here. The Dawnflower is Sarenrae, the goddess of healing and redemption and the sun. A good Goddess to be sure and ally of honored Desna. Sarenrae is the one who threw down the rough beast in time before memory, and even allied with the devil Asmodeus to lock that creature away. That said Sarenrae is a popular goddess everywhere and I can think of worse things than waking up before dawn. We could offer prayers to both Desna and Sarenrae in short order that way. Desna is not the jealous type you know."
Aimea takes another drink and says under her breath, "I miss him you know? Even though I think he hates me. " she sighs
"I wonder if there is a place for me in this town? it seems nice enough... minus the Goblin issue. I wonder if there will be a bounty of some kind? I could make name for myself with something like that."
Arabeth's eyes go a little wide as Amiea corrects her.
"Oh! I am sorry. Please, forgive my mistake." She insists and orders another drink of Amiea's choice as way of making amends. She smiles as Aimea accepts her apology.
"Indeed! It is a date!" (^_^) She raises her tankard again with an honest smile in another toast to Aimea's and hers shared endeavor of the coming morning. Leaning closer again she asks,
Arabeth offers a gentle squeeze of comfort to Aimea's arm as she expresses her loss. At Aimea's words about sand-point Arabeth smiles.
"Of course there is. Why there is an Elf..." Arabeth frowns, "Her name escapes me at the moment, whom the whole town enjoys the company of. She spends her time wandering the green spaces of the world. She is a Ranger, I think..." Arabeth muses.
The revalry and celebration of life downstairs filters up into her room. A pained expression plays across her face, as she drinks Elven wine straight from the bottle, her gun in her hand.
Aimea smiles at Arabeth, "Thank you for being friendly to me. I needed it. Might need help getting to my room tonight... Don't remember if I was goin' to stay with Sir Knight or Alric. Maybe me and Foxey can just find somewhere soft to sleep for the night down by the beach." She says in a haze, her cheeks rosie red from the drink. She exhales blowing a strand of hair off her forhead.
Arabeth smiles and laughs along with her new friend. She wrinkles her nose,
"Ugh! Sleeping upon the beach after the Goblins of the day?! No thank you!" Arabeth counters, then adds with a knowing whisper,
"Though I must admit to have spent some nights upon the shore of a nice secluded cove further along the beach up from where the main fishing ships tie up at the wharf." She confirms to Aimea in a conspiratorial whisper, some slight colour again rising in her cheeks. a slightly louder voice she asks,
"If you're seeking company, who's might you prefer?" Arabeth lets her eyes wander over the others who've come together after the Goblin incident of the earlier day. Arabeth leans closer and whispers conspiratorially.
"Not all of my gifts have been spent this day. I'm sure I can help sway people's attitudes should things proceed that way. So...who's presence might you seek? " Arabeth asks. (^_~)
Aimea blushes and looks over Alric then looks over Radbar. "Hmmm..."
She looks up and down Alric slowly, then up and down Radbar. "Im no good at making descisions. Though I 'spose a girl'd get a reputation if I said both." she pauses for a moment. "Alric seems sweet, but just for temporary company... I do wonder what Radbar has under his armor. Look I have clearly drank to much. I blame the Ale. Though I assure you I need no magical aids... I know a thing or two about those kinds of magic. Truthfuly I am just homesick and lonely. Throwing myself at one of them would do little to make me feel better for more than the night. Though a secluded beach does sound wonderfully romantic does it not?"
Arabeth gives Aimea a friendly, comforting hug.
"Oh, it was much fun. A nice moon-light swim. a small fire..." Arabeth's gaze looks off into her memories for but a moment,
"Though Ameiko is the one who showed it to me a while ago. I don't think I could find it again with out help." Arabeth grins mischievously as she leans closer and whispers in Aimea's ear,
(^_~)
Aimea giggles and blushes, "I could think of worse things! but I think they have to agree first."
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The events of the festival have calmed, the goblin threat has more or less been quelled with a few sparse goblins remaining, some being beaten by villagers and others scavaging for scraps. You hear the faint sounds of battle hear and there, the clanging of swords meeting, calls of support by the town guard, and shrieking and singing goblins echo through the streets, but at the festival itself, most of the citizens have fled.
Suddenly you hear a scream and frantic barking from the north.
"mmm does anyone hear that but me? Or am I imagining it. Someone help me up so we can go investigate." Aimea tries to stand up but her legs are shaky.
Alric moves to help Aimea to her feet. "Perhaps you should stay here and let others check out what the problem is... you seem a little shaky on your feet."
Once Aimea is steady standing up, Alric will poke his head outside and listen a moment before running headlong and stupidly into the night. Trying to determine the exact direction of the dog sounds and what other sounds there might be among them. Once that is determined, he will head in that direction.
"No... No... I am fine. Just blurry, fuzzy. I am still confident in my abilities to alter the fabric of reality at a whim... plus foxy can help." Her familiar leaps from her tattoo into the physical realm and immediately stands guard around her. "Foxy can scout too... Foxy can you smell for goblins?" she emphatically urges the Fox to head outside and scout around.
(he has low light vision and scent and a 40 ft movement speed. He will rush out using a run action to move north as fast as possible and relay his information via our emphatic link. )
"Besides.. you and Sir Knight will protect me no?" She gives a half smile to Alric and Radbar before staggering out the door.
She looks back, "Even if I am hurt we still have to help people if we can. How could I live with myself if I did not? Desna guide us!" She smiles at the group and walks out the door.
Blythe bolts down the stairs. She is obviously dressed for bed, wearing a flowy salmon tank top with matching shorts, and weilding her gun. She grips something in her hand.
Barging out the front door past Alric and Aimee, she has a wicked grin in her eye. "Wake your brother, gorgeous." she smiles at Aimee. "You ready to dance again, professor?" she says, turning and following as Foxy runs down the street.
Aimea giggles and goes to rouse Radbar, "Sir Knight your sword is needed."
"I hope the drunk girl waking him and asking for his 'sword' isn't taken the wrong way"
"Hmm I hope I did not say that outloud." Aimea staggers outside following behind foxy.
Blythe follows as quickly as she safely can behind Foxy, her eyes and ears peeled.
Aimea follows behind Blythe but does not take the forward position. Preferring to hang back until her familiar contacts her with its empathic link.
Radbar will stay close to Aimea. She looks to have hit the drink a little heavily and he doesn't want anything to happen to her.
perception outside
Aimea, (Clearly distracting Radbar based on his perception roll!) notices the Paladin sticking close to her she smiles at him. "Thank you Sir Knight." She gives him a little wink.
Arabeth follows along with the group,
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While the town guard has most of the clean up of the goblin covered. You head north, and in front of the White Deer you see a goblin commando mounted on a goblin dog that has attacked a noble and his hunting dog. The man cowers behind a rain barrel where he waves frantically for help while his dog fights the commando. You arrive just in time to see the goblin commando kill the dog with his horse chopper. The dog crashes dying to the ground as the commando's goblin kin throw up a cheer and emerge from hiding. The goblins are still distracted by their kill, and as they turn their attention to the noble, the upper hand is yours.
Initiatives:
Arabeth
Blythe
Aimea
Cerinnibert
Radbar
Alric
Other modifier withheld
Jarl
go ahead an post your surprise and round 1 actions. There is 1 goblin commando, his faithful "steed", and 6 other goblins.