"I am gladdened that the dedication will commence and the spirits of Sandpoint gain some closure to the wounds suffered by fire." Graverattler says to Augustino. "In the spirit of healing, I will fight any urges I feel to eliminate the approaching woman from Golarion." she says as the hellknight vectors towards the group.
To Jim, she says in a low voice "Just don't let her try to tame your tongue with hellfire. I like you rimy."
Avaria is equally wary of the Hellknight, though perhaps less direct in her concern. She can't help but give a muffled chuckle at the Shoanti woman's comments. "A noble sentiment, kind, truely," she says with a wide grin for Graverattler. "But yes. That's the final member of our party, though I have yet to catch her name. Mostly she attempts to give instructions which I dutifully ignore."
Justinius is quick to introduce himself with a smile and a laugh.
"I understand you're hesitation to having orders barked at you. Having grown up in the church I am no stranger to over-orderly society. But a firm hand can be a blessing in times of crisis, if administered wisely. May I sit with you fine folk durring the ceremony? I fear being mobbed by a crowd looking for a story I cant adeptly tell."
"Of course, Justinius. I believe we are being herded together by the village elders to be displayed alongside the new monument to your gods." She says through gritted teeth some might mistake for a smile. "Time will tell if someone pledged to devils can administer wisdom of any sort."
"Actually, that's a common misconception," Augustino offers diplomatically while the Hellknight approaches, "the term Hellknight was adopted to intimidate those who oppose them but very few among them actually consort with devils in any way. In fact, there are a fair number who worship good gods, including Iomedae; in my travels I've even met two different Hellknights who were members in good standing of the order of Paladins..."
When Justinius and Graverattler begin discussing seating he informs them, "There are chairs being added to the dais for you all, so that at the appointed time you can stand and be recognized by the crowd."
Jim turns his head to Graverattler, his lip curling into something between a smirk and a snarl. ”They ain’t made a fire hot ‘nuff, even in Hell.” He then turns his attention to the approaching figure as his fellow honorees discuss her.
Hellknight, eh? Must have a heckuva reputation t’ get everybody so worked up in such short order.
Avaria runs her fingers through her hair and smooths out the front of her dress, primping as best she can without a mirror at the thought of being presented in front of an audience. She was a touch sweaty from all the running about and combat, but she sincerely hoped that portrayed as more of a 'healthy glow' than greasy. She'd have to ask how Augustino stayed so very attractive through all this; maybe pick up a few pointers.
"Of course, of course. Stereotypes are rarely accurate when you look at anything from an individual perspective," she said in a way that suggested she was trying to convince herself of such things.
Her eyes make a quick sweep over what of the crowd she can see in hopes of catching a glimpse of Ludo or that conniving red head she had seen him with.
"Hmnph." Graverattler grunts, the time for lengthy political and religious discussions not being present. She silently vowed to judge this Hellknight, at least, on her own merits, as a kind of experiment in open-mindedness.
"Hmm... Let's clean you up a bit..." Augustino says looking over Jim's wounds. He mutters a blessing and touches him with a glowing white hand. The surly half-orc feels a reassuring warmth flow through him as his wounds are healed .
Jim gives a disapproving look to Augustino but doesn’t attempt to resist the man’s healing.
”Better the rose with no scars, eh priest?”
Graverattler steps forward, almost as if he is placing herself between the Hellknight and the others, but offers a Shoanti greeting "Kia riro ke. I am Graverattler, Daughter of Teeth Rattle When He Speaks and Bloodshower of Clan Dustriver of the Skoan-Quah. I am knowing that you are unfamiliar with the inner workings of my people, but it is sufficient that know my tribe lives close to the place you have named Korvosa." clearing her throat, she manages a slightly less frowny-face, continuing "It is we who appreciate your efforts against the giants. Without you it would have taken slightly longer to defeat them."
Ok, Shadla you'll have to do better than that. That was almost hostile. she shakes her head. Some hatreds were hard to suppress, and her mother's death still haunted her dreams even after all this time.
Augustino stands just over six feet tall, about the same height as Graverattler or the Hellknight but much more lithe. His tussled hair has the look of finely spun gold and his eyes are like emeralds. He wears a brilliant purple sleeveless robe that hangs completely open in the front revealing the kind of physique often seen on statues of the gods, a matching purple loincloth, and a silver medallion inset with a jewels in the shape of a songbird. Rimy Jim recognizes the medallion as a holy symbol of Shelyn, the goddess of art, beauty, love, and music. "Your appearance on the stage is not just to thank you, but to reassure the people, and you will be more reassuring if you appear uninjured." he explains quite frankly to the pirate. "Besides, a rose is beautiful even with its thorns, but you wouldn't want it bleeding on things would you?"
When Victoria introduces herself he bows slightly and smiles at her. When Graverattler 'thanks' her he is momentarily rendered speechless...
Before anyone else can properly answer the newest arrival, the priest who placed a blessing of fervor on Avaria and Rimy Jim motions to Augustino from the stage and the handsome cleric begins herding the motley crew onto the stage and in to the five adjacent chairs prepared for them. Jim is seated farthest from the podium, followed by Graverattler and then Victoria; Avaria is closest to the podium with Justinius between her and Victoria. When they are all seated Augustino takes his seat behind them.
With surprisingly little pomp Father Zantus, a ruddy man of Varisian descent whose hair is just beginning to gray, rises and takes the podium. "Our celebration today was intended to help us all to put the memory of the late unpleasantness to rest. Instead it nearly became the worst tragedy of all. However, the gods were gracious to us today and we have much to celebrate tonight. In a moment we will complete the consecration of our new Cathedral, which was unharmed in this assault, but first there are some thanks I must make... firstly, to our Sheriff Belor Hemlock." He gestures to a relatively large man who appears to be Shoanti, though his hair is shaved bald and he is dressed in the manner of the Chelish settlers, and a cheer goes up from the crowd.
"The sheriff and his men held the northern gate, protecting the people who fled from the invaders in the southern part of town. Since the giants were defeated they have continued to serve by removing the attackers' remains, and maintaining peace while people rebuild their camps. I would also like to thank each person who stood against our attackers, even if only for a moment. It was the bravery and spirit of togetherness of normal people that brought together bands of strangers to overcome and drive back the giants marauding through the field and streets. I know that many of you were injured in the fray. We are fortunate to have a crowd of priests here for the festival who have been blessed with healing powers, and we are trying to do all that we can. I would ask that if you have friends or family that are sorely injured you bring them in an orderly fashion to the church stairs following the ceremony. For those in pain but not immanent fear of death, please head to the market square on the south side of town following the ceremony and there will be some healing available there as well. Now, one final thanks... Please stand: Lady Avaria Scarnetti of Magnimar; Justinius Redarm, servant of Iomadae who though she is not worshiped within this Cathedral we thank for protecting it; Paralictor Whitesmith of the Order of the Gate; Graverattler of the Skoan-Quah; and Rimy Jim..."
Many in the crowd seem perplexed by the strange group standing before them, though one particularly raucous band, that smell of sea water and spirits, give up an unintelligible cheer when Jim rises. "This brave group," Father Zantus continues, "came to the defense of our Cathedral, our city, and our guests in our time of need. They defeated the giant's champion Krotus and helped to slay nearly a dozen other invaders. We can celebrate with confidence tonight knowing that they are here. Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the heroes of Sandpoint!" At this proclamation the crowd erupts in a fit of cheers and applause.
As the applause dies down Augustino leans forward and gestures for you all to be seated. Even after you all sit it takes a moment for the crowd to grow quiet enough for the Father to continue. When it is, he once more raises up the Eight Scrolls and once more the knowledgeable in the crowd respond 'Hear the Song of the Spheres'. As offerings of holy water and anointing oils are brought forth the priest reads excerpts from Desna's holy text. Five other priests rise and stand with him, including Augustino, the priest who signaled him to be seated, and the gray-clad Prelate who was speaking with Victoria. They each, in turn, offer a blessing in the name of their own god and then carry some of the water or oil to the church stairs and pour it out on them. The ritual takes about six minutes and as it concludes Father Zantus takes the podium one last time. "I thank you all for coming and for joining us in this sacred moment. Please enjoy yourselves tonight and may the gods themselves look over you."
As the stage is cleared people flock to the edge of it calling out thanks to the Heroes of Sandpoint, and offering all manner of expressions of gratitude. It is clear you will have all the free food and drink you wish tonight and several brothels make offers of free services too if you wish. An exotic and attractive woman tries unsuccessfully to introduce herself over the din and offers you free lodging at her inn, the Rusty Dragon, should you desire it...
"The others of my temple plan to begin the trip home tonight.Yet I am certain that the Inheritors' plan for me is to remain here for a time. If any of you fine folk plan to stay at one of the establishments, I would be happy to join you."
"I was staying at the stable of the White Deer. Somehow I think those accommodations would not be suitable for most of us 'heroes'. I suggest we take up the Tien woman's offer to stead at the Rusty Dragon, if for no other reason than it is closer to where the giants launched their initial attacks from." Graverattler offers. She then says. "However, I still have to complete my payment for yesterday's stay, so I will meet you there in an hour, if that is acceptable."
"Splendid Graverattler, I will see about our accomodations. I shall save you a chair and order you a drink, I know I could really use both right now."
Jim takes his place on the stage and rises as he is called. In response to the sailors’ cheers he flashes Zenovia out, deftly spinning her above his head before returning her to her scabbard and himself to his seat. Once the show is over, he intends to make his way off stage and attempt to use his newfound fame to gain entry to the new cathedral to inspect its halls and question its stewards.
“I’ll meet anyone who pleases at this Rusty Dragon, but not ‘til after I’ve enjoyed me night!” Jim drapes one weighty arm across Justinius’s shoulders and gestures with the other towards the church. ”C’mon with me, lad, if’n ye’d like t’ share thoughts with the holy,” Jim sweeps his arm across the stage as he turns the young man to face the riotous crowd and flashes a toothy grin at him”‘n’ drinks with the damned.”
Must be somethin’ special goin’ on in that kirk t’ draw the likes of that Krotus, eh Zenovia? And if this Justinius ain’t singin’ fer the choir, then I ain’t been singin’ fer the crooks.
Whether or not he succeeds in his attempt to convince Justinius to accompany him, Jim attempts to peruse the church’s interior and questions its stewards. Afterwards Jim carouses with the townsfolk for several hours, trying to get an earful of local pre-giant rumours in exchange for retellings of the evening’s battle. ”Alright, I told me story o’ the fall o’ Krotus and ‘is cronies, now you tell me: what scuttlebutt was choice afore this festival went tits up?”
Jim ends his evening at the Hagfish with several more bowls of chowder and a thorough perusal of the giantish book of song, leaving a stack of coin for the proprietors before making his way to the Rusty Dragon just before dawn. Once there he finds a comfortable seat at a corner table and enjoys a brief rest.
Gather Info in church, if applicable: , attempting specifically to learn about any secret treasures or secret visitors housed therein.
Telling the tale of the giants’ demise:
Gather Info about town: , attempting to learn rumours that pre-date the giant attack, in hopes of hitting on something seemingly unrelated but possibly linked in hindsight.
Jim will partake of free alcohol and food, but wishes to be able to sober up by noon the next day. He will not take up any offers for free “companionship”. Once at the Rusty Dragon, he will cast keep watch on himself (and anyone else who's foregone sleep) to “freshen up”; I believe that with his ring of sustenance, this will allow him to gain the benefit of rest by sitting around the common room for two hours, though the spell itself will probably count against his total for the next the day.
"A splendid idea Jim. I would enjoy seeing more of the cathedral. But I must warn you, if you seek entry to find engaging conversation, you may be disappointed. As a man who grew up in the church, I can tell you, the stuffy beards that roam these halls will be forthcoming with only their most boring stories."
Justinius will enjoy what night life he can nearby Jim until about 4am. He then goes to the Rusty Dragon for 2 hours of sleep in a nice bed and is up again at 6am.
Avaria stood and bowed as her name was called, following all the usual pomp and ceremony of such an honor. No Ludo, that slimy coward," she thought bitterly. Nor that fat redhead. Regardless of her weight, Avaria will stick to the notion that the red head was, in fact, fat.
She gives a charming smile and a very political double handed wave before taking her seat again. He better run.
Once the ceremony wrapped up, Avaria was more than happy to lap up the lime light, exchanging quick words trying to speak with her. For the most part, she ignored her companions beyond a quick nod to confirm that she'd be happy to meet them at the Rusty Dragon. Until she heard the Hellknight.
"I'm almost certain that's racist," she said, leaning towards the Hellknight while she shook yet another hand of a stranger she'd probably never see again. "And a good portion of Varisia's citizens are Shoanti, or at least of Shoanti decent. You can at least try to pretend like you're more than the typical intolerant Chelaxian. Or shall I have a halfling slip sent to your rooms to wait on you hand a foot, hmm? You're a little far from home, not to mention out of your Chelish jurisdiction, to be making enemies." She finishes by giving the Hellknight a look of warning, brows raised in a manner than would make any mother proud before going back to social niceties with those around the stage. It wasn't a threatening gesture, more of a skeptical one. It's be pretty clear Avaria has her own reservations about the Hellknight.
Once the crowds disperse, she makes her way to the Rusty Dragon, opting to walk alone even if any invites for company are offered. She certainly lacks the bounce to her step that she held earlier in the day. Whether that's from the day's events weighing down on her or simply sore feet is anyone's guess.
Once at the Rusty Dragon, Avaria will put the bounce back in her step and begin subtly inquiring about who the red head might be, and if she's a local, where she might be found?
Graverattler blanched at the Hellknight's insult, but color returned as Avaria made her own retort. Better to allow the noblewoman to speak on her behalf than draw blood. I'm sure Garridan would rather have rocks and beads than take coin bathed in the blood of his cousins. She shrugged off the thought. There would be time to open this Hellknight's mind, by the looks of things, or to close its chambers forever. "Gratitude, Lady Avaria." she says softly, knowing she would be heard.
After she separates from the crowd, she returned to the White Deer's stables and gives them a thorough cleaning. She makes sure to than Garridan for the accommodations before leaving for the Rusty Dragon. Once there, she finds Ameiko for proper introductions.
While the women engage in a fairly tense conversation Justinius and Rimy Jim head out as quietly as they're able, which proves to be not very quiet at all. The multitudes who were unwilling to climb onto the stage are eager to greet them as they exit. They can barely move from the bottom of the stairs as they are mobbed by people wishing to shake their hands and thank them. It takes a full minute to work their way through to a less dense bit of crowd and then they are suddenly reminded that the church stairs were the location where people were instructed to bring their most grievously wounded. It takes a couple minutes for them to carefully work their ways through the throngs of people awaiting healing and finally arrive at the church doors atop the imposing marble stairs.
Inside, the main floor is an expansive, open gathering space for public worship surrounded by six alcoves, each of which contains a shrine to one of the 6 gods worshiped there. The most noteworthy of these shrines is undoubtedly to the god Abadar- the walls and ceiling of Abadar's entire alcove are gilded in gold and a large key, the altar table, and even the candlesticks look to be made of pure gold. There are much less ostentatious shrines to Desna, Sarenrae, Shelyn, Gozreh, and Erastil.
Flanking the grand entryway, there are two large staircases which lead back down to the ground level; enclosed within this lower level of the church is the foundation of the previous church as well as 6 standing stones which predate the town. The circle of stones, an acolyte explains, have been hallowed with a daylight effect so that pilgrims can visit at any hour. He also explains that a hidden staircase leads up from the sanctuary to the upper levels which contain offices and living chambers for members of the various faiths, store rooms, a vault which houses their collection of scrolls and potions along with any large contributions that come in, and a library. The young attendant cocks an eyebrow when questioned about secret treasures or secret guests and replies, "The entire shrine of Abadar has been gilded in gold... what treasure would be kept secret? As for visitors, no, they all came to be seen at the festival not to be kept secret."
The walk back to the Rusty Dragon is not as difficult as the walk to the church had been, but there are still many people flocking to them. When they arrive at the inn it is still quiet busy, and quite lively. When you enter a cheer goes up and food and drinks are, in fact readily available. The Tien woman who offered you lodging is nowhere to be seen but Avaria is already at the bar nursing a glass of wine and chatting with the barkeep and Graverattler is seated quietly nearby.
The women's conversation draws to a fairly uncomfortable conclusion and the Shoanti woman take her leave of the others. Avaria turns to greet her fans and Victoria does her best to follow the officials off the stage...
Garridan thanks her when she gives up the shovel and hurries back inside as she leaves. When she arrives at the Rusty Dragon the common room is packed fairly full. When she asks about the Tien woman a serving girl tells her that Ameiko, the owner, is occupied but will be out to speak with her as soon as she possibly can. The girl then clears a spot for her at a table off to one side and brings her whatever food or drink she'd like. Eventually Avaria arrives as well, though she barely gets through the door before her chatty nature sees her surrounded at the bar. A few minutes later Justinius and Jim wander in.
It was paid when you chose peace. Besides, I can hardly have the whole town saying that I made you shovel sh!t...
As everyone else wanders away the jilted Mrs. Scarnetti smiles and shakes hands until her hand and her cheeks grew sore. It takes quite some time for the crowd to begin thinning and even as she walks towards the Rusty Dragon people continue to swarm her with questions and praise. Its hard to be completely certain that she was not followed with so many people swarming about, but she doesn't seem to have been.
Far more time has elapsed than she expected when she finally walks into the inn's common room, and she notes that Graverattler is already seated off to one side. Before she can reach the other woman she's drawn into a conversation at the bar, where a decent glass of wine (in a halfway decent glass) appears before her. It seems no like no time at all before Justinius and Rimy Jim saunter in.
As questions come flooding towards Justinius and Rimy Jim upon their entrance, the burly half-orc wastes little time stepping up onto a bench and quieting the crowd. When he feels he has an appropriate amount of people's attention he launches into a rousing telling of the tale of the battle of Sandpoint. The crowd laughs and cheers along with his story and hang on his every word. When he finishes they all settle into a less demanding revelry--no longer bombarding the heroes with questions--and the heroes find themselves finally able to carry on more normal conversations, perhaps even to learn a thing or two...
- Stoneclub, stone giants living on the edge of 'Devil's Platter'
- Irontooth, the stone giants of the Brine-Stump marsh
- Sevencrag, hills giants in Shankswood forest
- Thistletop, stone giants residing on an island off Nettlewood coast
- Mosswood, a huge tribe of hill giants living to the southeast, past the other tribes.
Nobody can think of any reason they would all work together.
Once she is confident there is no more to learn she makes her way to the Rusty Dragon. When she arrives the other heroes are already there, engaged in various conversations.
The hour is late when Victoria arrives and the crowd has begun thinning. A sweaty and tired looking Tien woman emerges from the kitchen in a dirty apron. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the tavern is closed. If you're not staying here tonight please go get some sleep and you can come and celebrate again tomorrow." When the crowd has cleared out, amidst another round of cheers and handshakes, she continues, "I'm Ameiko Kaijitsu, owner of the Rusty Dragon, and you all have my gratitude. Please excuse me for not sitting and talking with you now but I've had a very long day, as I expect you have, so here are keys for your rooms; please get some sleep and I'll see you tomorrow." As she turns to leave you can see a large bruise on her right arm and a small amount of dried blood on that leg.
One serving girl remains behind and continues to provide drinks to guests who desire them, though the kitchen is closed. There are enough keys for everyone to take a room though Rimy Jim, at least, opts to stay in the tavern. Those who do retire to their rooms find them small and simple but comfortable and well made. The rest of the night passes uneventfully and by morning things seem to be returning to some sense of normalcy... or as much normalcy as there can be when a town is swollen to ten times its size for a festival.
Graverattler enjoys a simple meal of whatever the house special is, savoring each bite. She rarely ate prepared meals, subsisting mainly on goodberries during her traveling days. She is open to conversation with any of the heroes, and freely shares her table.
Once Ameiko gives them the keys, she retires to her assigned quarters, finding them more than adequate for her needs. She undresses and centers herself, beginning a meditative sleep.
Two hours later, she awakens refreshed and redresses, then takes time to prepare her spells. Then, she returns to the tavern to see if Jim is awake yet/still.
Graverattler finds Jim sitting at a dim corner table, perusing what appears to be an oversized book while mumbling to himself.
”Skride over bakken , gå over vale , og trampe på mennesker så svake og så skrøpelig ,
Skulder forbi treet, vasse over bekken , kaste stein på alvene som de kjører , og de skrike ;
Klatre over fjellet, andebryst gjennom grotten , knuse orkene med klubben din , de er dumme , men modig ...”
Shoulder past tree, wade across stream, throw rocks at the elves as they run and they scream;
Climb over mountain, duck through the cave, smash the orcs with your club, they’re stupid but brave…”
He looks up from his book, chuckling to himself, and notices the Shoanti woman.
”G’mornin’ to ye, lass – grab a seat if ye care to.” Jim kicks at a chair under the table, sliding it out for the shaman. ”I’ve been readin’ through that singin’ giant’s songbook ‘ere – pretty good stuff. Might work some of it in t’ me own verse. ’Sail with the wind, cut through the waves, and over the rail with drunkards and knaves.’ Eh, maybe not – you need some crew left to man a ship, after all.”
"Good morning Jim! I trust you've rested well after a night like that?"He says taking a seat at the table with the pirate. (back to the wall, preferably)
Graverattler sits across from the ole pirate with a warm smile. "I confess, I love these quiet hours in the night. Any useful information in the book, or just chants?"
Avaria is more than happy to entertain the patrons of the Rusty Dragon with her stories of looking down her arrow shaft at the mighty Krotus and raining fire down on the giants attacking the gates. However once Ameiko produces a room key for her, she politely excuses herself, proclaiming that the trials of today have left her exhausted!
Once in her room, she shuts it and lets out a heavy sigh. Giants were only half the reason she was exhausted. Nothing like a bit of emotional trauma to wear you down.
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The sounds of folks busying themselves about their day woke her when the sun was well up. I've gone on and slept the morning away, it would seem! she thought to herself, somewhat disappointed. She wasn't one to loll about in bed all day when there were people to meet and things to see.
Her morning routine was a practiced one. Make the bed, brush her teeth, comb her hair, run some kohl around her eyes and rouge on the cheeks, then sit down with her spellbook in her lap to prepare a select batch of spells for the day. Sure, most days she didn't strictly need to do that, but that had never stopped her before.
Once sure that she was tidy and primped, she locked up behind her and headed for the commonroom.
"Good morning Paralictor Whitesmith! It is comforting to see you dispense with some of the...fomality you convey so well.
"Please, join us for breakfast, and I will tell you all you wish to know. As you already know, I am a paladin in the service of The Inheritor. I have been blessed with skill and speed in battle and have earned myself a reputation for both justice and mercy. This has allowed me to traval and study afar, and I have developed a great interest in people. This is what saw me to Sandpoint.
Every person has a unique story, and I want to hear as many of them as I can. I knew the Swallowtail festival would be a great chance to rub elbows with some.....interesting folk. And so far our fellow defender, Jim, has proved that to be true. So, in short, the chance to meet people is what drove a humble servant of Iomedae to Sandpoint." Justinius says with a warm smile.
"Please, sit, and tell us about the woman, Victoria Whitesmith, for I have already met the Hellknight."
"I have been a paladin for some time, and too well I understand sacrifice. But I have always believed that the man Justinius, guides the paladin Justinius. Without the paladin, there is no strength. But without the man, there is no mercy. I have seen men lose themselves in service. They attain what men may see as greatness, but they are lost." Justinius says, his eyes going past victoria, as if speaking to someone else. Then, as if nothing had happened, his eyes return.
"I would give you this, if you will recieve it" He says quietly, retrieving a small, spun copper pendant from his vest.
"I give this to Victoria Whitesmith, the woman. May she never be lost"
Graverattler sits across from the ole pirate with a warm smile. "I confess, I love these quiet hours in the night. Any useful information in the book, or just chants?"
"The wee small hours are when I usually 'ave t' be sharpest - can't 'ave some cur dozin' off at the tiller and sendin' us all t' damnation. Or cuttin' me throat and dumpin' me over the side. Hells, I 'aven't slept in years.
"As fer the book, it's jus' songs an' such." Jim leans forward, his voice lowering to a discrete growl. "Seems though that the pop o' the Maude who runs this joint didn't show up fer the big to-do yesterday, despite bein' an elder bigwig. Now it's been said that I've a mind unfairly bent t' suspicion, 'n' maybe this geezer's just sour on hullabaloo; 'r maybe 'e knew somethin' we all didn't, if ye catch me meaning."
Jim sits back in his seat again and casually begins to pick at his teeth with a fingernail; thick, yellowed, and untrimmed, it more resembles the claw of some carrion beast than that of a proper person. Looking disinterestedly around the empty common room, he continues speaking.
"Not sure yet if I'm of a mind t' care either way. I'm not one that tends t' philanthropy; las' night's tussle was fer sport, 'n' while being trotted up on stage fer a few cheers was novel, that were more fer calming the mob than by way o' reward, as the pretty boy said.
"Still, could be there's some profit t' be had, some skulls t' be knocked. Jus' have t' wait 'n' see what turns up."
Eyes hooded, Jim returns his gaze to Graverattler.
"Interesting. Maybe a bit of family drama with the Tiens. I'd bet your sharp eye caught the fresh bruises and cut Ameiko sported last night." The tall Shoanti woman says.
"If it's family business, no real concern of ours, and little to no chance of profit. But if one of the local nobles has something to do with the giants, there could be treasures enough for all." She smiles slightly "Of course, you'll have to stick around to be sure."
Letting out a breath, she adds "For myself, I understand there might be some remnants of Thassilon's ancient glories in that old lighthouse on the edge of town. Might be something worth checking out, if you grow bored with the townsfolk's adulations."
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Later....
Graverattler listens to Victoria's introduction and the conversation between her and the paladin, eyes flickering back and forth between the two. When she sense it's her turn to speak, she speaks in a softer tone "While I do not enjoy your judgement of the honor of my actions, I will confess to having prejudged yours as well. If we are in error, perhaps we should strive to correct ourselves."
"I have arrived here in search of the mysteries lost to my tribe's histories, from the time of the Thassilonian Empire. Seeking understanding of what my people once held, but have not only lost, but forgotten. It is my desire that, with time a patience, I may return with a deeper understanding to share with my people."
"Oh, honey. I'm sorry if my tone and intonation made you think I was trying to hide anything. I assumed you spoke woman. I'll be sure to speak more plainly next time you shove your foot in your metal mouth. Toodles."
She gives Victoria a shit-eating grin paired with that obnoxious valley girl dismissive finger wiggle wave.
"Welcome Gravrattler of clan Dustriver of the Skoan-Quah." Justinius says, shifting his attention.
"You would honor me by joining us." He says, motioning to a chair.
"I have seen many fierce battles, but the way you combated the giants was like nothing I had ever seen before. I would love to know more about your people and these abilities. As to your clans history, I would love to help you search for answers. As you seek the story of your past, I seek the story of our present. Two sides of the same coin. I look forward, humbly, to our talks in the future."
Eventually the rest of the prior evening's impromptu gang finds their way to the table: first Justinius, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, followed by the hellknight Victoria, slightly tousled beneath her helm - She sleeps with that damn thing on? Friggin' knights. - and finally Avaria, looking for lunch.
Once they're all there, Jim speaks at his earliest opportunity.
"I'm in town fer some shore leave, 'n' might stay if'n somethin' interestin' enough sprouts up. Now Rimy Jim always cuts the loot square, 'n' as such here's last night's haul." The half-orc produces the scroll, potions, and book of verse he acquired from the dead giant.
"I'm goin' t' assume that at least one of ye lasses has some formal trainin' in the mystical arts, and might possibly be able t' figger what these 'ere concoctions are meant t' do." Here Jim gives the potion flasks a shake then sets them in the middle of the table. "As fer the parchment, it's got break enchantment scribed on it, fer those who know what that is. An' the book's full of giantish verse 'n' jokes." So saying he lays these two objects on the table as well.
"Now there's five of us 'n' only four pieces o' loot, but seein' as I jumped in late 'n' 'ave already read the songbook, I'm willin' t' call it square by me."
"Why, thats right proper of you Jim, Even noble! But I also was late to the scrum, so, once the items are identified, if you change your thinking, its more than fair that I should go without."
"I don't suppose later this evening we could buy you a drink and get you to recite something for us?" she asked with a sideways grin at Jim. "Can't say I've ever heard giant humor. I have a hard time imagining them moving beyond jokes about bodily fluids."
Avaria picks up the flasks and gives them a cursory once over before prodding them with a detect magic spell. Always safer than barbarically dipping a finger in one to taste test the effect. She'd seen that go wrong a few times too many to entirely trust that process.
Before any closure is reached on the spoils of the previous night's conquest, the man who introduced himself to you as Aldern Foxglove strides into the inn. He is of fairly average height and build for a human with handsome features and well coiffed brown hair; he's wearing a different fancy outfit than the night before but the same mithril chainshirt and the same red cloak. Two of the soldiers with the red leather outfits follow him in and stop by the door.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he bellows, "the Heroes of Sandpoint!" the few tired and hungover guests in the common room raise their mugs and, with varying levels of enthusiasm reply 'huzzah'. Returning to a normal speaking voice he adds, "and my heroes... You all saved my life last night and I am most grateful. It is very unlikely that any of us would have survived if you hadn't intervened. Thank you."
He turns abruptly to the serving girl. "That sublime roast boar with pickled cabbage that Ameiko made last winter, do you have any of that?"
"No, m'lord, we have no boar to roast right now. I'm sorry," she responds nervously.
"Well, it just so happens that I brought a boar just in case," Aldern chuckles as he nods to his men. They step out into the street and quickly return with a dressed wild boar on a spear. "See what she can do with this on short notice. While we wait send over a course of whatever soup you have, followed by smoked fish and fried parsnip wedges, and then a tray of cheeses and fruit to cleanse our pallets. We'll also need a good bottle of white wine and a great bottle of red, along with a pitcher of ale. Oh, and some decent dishes and glasses if you please."
It seems like from the time he sits down at your table there is a constant parade of food and drink being delivered. Smiling he looks at each of the unlikely heroes then begins talking once again, "I believe introductions may be in order, and it was I who invited you all here so it is only fair that I begin... As I said, I am Aldern Foxglove. I'm a nobleman of no real importance from Magnimar, and an avid hunter and explorer. The men who accompany me are my private guards and scouts; their company is known as the Crimson Foxes for their distinctive red uniforms and a play on the name Foxglove. I'm also something of an amateur archer, though the beautiful Mrs. Scarnetti here has shown herself to be my superior in that regard on more than one occasion. And you all are?"
"That'll be a cure serious wounds," Avaria states, pushing one potion forward. "And this'll be a lesser restoration," she finished, setting the other one to the side. She marks each potion's container with a small arcane mark to ensure they are easily identifiable later. No point in mixing them up now that she's got them sorted, after all.
Ah-- Oh Aldern, so glad you made it!" Avaria said, standing to greet the noble with a handshake and the standard cheek kisses favored by several noble families she's had the pleasure to meet over the years. Formalities and etiquette out of the way, she sits back down in her seat and enjoys the stream of food and drink provided by the nobleman. He certainly had taste and style.
She blushed and made a clicking sound with her tongue at his flattery and waited attentively for the others to introduce themselves. She was really only positive she could remember two of their names. The refresher was probably needed.
Upon the lords arrival, Justinius stands and faces him in a cross between a respectful parade rest, and a sloppy attention. "Lord Foxglove, thank you for extending your kindness. My name is Justinius Redarm. I am a paladin loyal to Iomedae, here in Sandpoint to....expand my horizons."
Justinius then seats himself and stays focused on the meeting, however, it is hard to say if he is uncomfortable around the noble or disinterested.
Graverattler stands a couple of beats behind Avaria and Justinius, as if only realizing after they stand that it's some kind of custom. "And I am Graverattler, daughter of Teeth Rattle When He Sepaks and Bloodshower of the clan Riverdust of the Skoan-Quah. On the occasion of our initial meeting, I took the form of a Warcat of Rull in defense of Sandpoint, but I can assure you this is my true form."
She returns to a seated position, allowing for Jim and Victoria to make their introductions. She eats just enough to be polite and sample each of the dishes set before her. Such indulgences seemed wastefully extravagant to her.
Everyone stands and greets Aldern, to the apparent amazement of Jim.
"Death and damnation!" he exclaims, "'Nuff with the "prithee, me lords," and "how d'ye dos"! I'm gettin' tired o' the sound o' me own name, all o' the intoducin' I've 'ad done the past few hours. Ye don't mean t' tell me ye don't know who I am, do ye?" The pirate keeps himself firmly planted in his chair.
"Now, sit yerself down 'n' say yer piece, 'nless ye got a whole bunyip fer the picklin' yet t' bring in."
"Victoria? What a lovely name," the nobleman answers with a smile, "why don't we dispose of the formalities so that I may use it, and you may all simply address me as Aldern. As for the food, I'd suggest enjoying it in the order in which I ordered it. With a little luck that will be the order in which the courses are delivered to us at appropriate intervals. Ameiko may be the best chef in Sandpoint, but her waitresses aren't always up to snuff. Regardless of the order or timing, the most important thing is to enjoy yourself and your food. I somehow rather doubt that you are afforded many chances to do either at the barracks."
The gracious host barely bats an eye at Jim's uncouth words. With a faint chuckle he answers, "Well, Rimy Jim, your names were made public knowledge last night but there is much more to an introduction than the telling of a name- it can reveal much of how one sees them self, or which things are most significant to their identity. Your forthrightness has hit on something though... I had intended to wait til the end of our meal to discuss such matters, but the truth is I'm here with business on my mind. You see, I wasn't just in Sandpoint for the butterflies. I came here intending to go, with my Crimson Foxes, to the hills northeast of town and to there find and destroy the creature that terrorizers the locals, called the Sandpoint wyrm. Sadly I lost many men last night, and those I have left will need a while to heal... You all, however, fight better than my men and seem none the worse for wear... So, I'd like to hire the group of you to escort me to the wyrm's liar and assist in killing it,"
He grins and throws his arms up in celebration as the next course is deposited on the table. "You, of course, do not need to give an answer now, but I will need one soon. In the meantime eat up, and feel free to ask any questions you might have."
"My interest is certainly won, Sir. Do please tell us more about this beast, and more about the terms of your offer" Justinius says while enjoying the meal.
"And also, if this Wyrm needs killing for Sandpoint, of if a young Lord, out for a good time, needs another feather in his cap?" He adds with a smile.