Neale: You feel incredibly itchy and it is your turn again.
On the brink of collapse, Naele takes a desperate lunge at the goblin dog.
Misha roars in pain before retaliating with a blur of teeth and claws.
The Goblin dog collapses, bleeding from a dozen wounds.
Darror will draw and chuck a bomb at the warchanter.
The goblin staggers back, clearly severely hurt, while the Warchanter appears scorched, but still standing. Conall is Next
Conall staggers up from where he had almost fallen and thanks Thikka with a genuine nod.
He turns his attention to the warchanter and attacks.
The Warchanter snarls wordlessly at Conall, and steps back, firing an arrow at him.
While the last goblin swings desperately at the bear; shouting
Thicka comes next, then Neale, Misha and Darror
Thikka glowers at the warchanter, and points her stick at him.
However, her paw touches Connal and she casts a spell, to heal him.
Naele attempts to hide behind the nearest stall or wagon.
Naele will have Misha heel if the goblin she is attacking falls.
Misha growls before sh takes a bite out of the goblin.
Darror smirks seeing the bear maul the goblin and looks at the warchanter
He then charges to try and crush the warchanter with his mace.
The goblin falls as Misha tears out his throat
and Darror crushes the warchanter's skull.
With the defeat of the warchanter the goblin's moral breaks; the survivors flee north in droves, some leaping off the cliff to avoid capture. The citizens of sandpoint retreat to their homes to recover from the days events; The noble you saved introduces himself as Aldern Foxglove, and thanks you for saving him.
Naele resists the urge to scratch herself
"Greetings, I am Naele. I would hurry back to your home. Who knows if there are any goblins still running around. These goblins seem to have an intense hatred towards animals."
Tikka gathers up her staff again, and looks around. "Any of you worthless lot need healing? If not, listen to the long-shank and get on home before the goblin's eat you." She says, sounding cranky.
Darror pokes the dead warchanter with his foot. "Might as well look the snot droppings over, they may of tried to pocket something interesting in all the chaos." He leans down to examine the warchanter's gear.
Darror: The Warchanter has 1 Potion of Cure light Wounds, Studded Leather Armor(small), a dogslicer(Small), a Shortbow(Small) with 20 arrows, a whip and 20GP.
Thikka: a few of the people need healing, but most of them seem eager to follow your advice and get home.
Naele: "Thank you again for saving me fair Neale, truly your beauty is matched only by your skill at combat; I am just a visitor to this fine town, but I will be staying to the next few weeks," He glances around nervously , apparently torn between his desire to stay with you and to run for shelter. "pleas, once things have calmed down, come and see me at The Rusty Dragon its an inn here in town, I would like to see more of all of you, and to reward you properly for saving my life, and the life of my dog."
Darror will take the coins and potion of cure light wounds. Patting the bottle for luck before storing it away.
Thikka gives heals out to those that need them, muttering about city watches and public service and lack of money back to her island home.
She gives the man a nod at the thanks for saving his dog, and shoos them both off, along with anyone else who isn't wounded. "Now where's the city watch? You'd think taxes would pay them to clean up goblins, rather than me." She says in a crotchety voice.
As the last few stragglers make their way back to their homes, a stunned silence falls over the now-empty streets, in this silence you hear whistleing, you turn and see A Tien woman approaches you from the direction of the town center.
"so," she says with a wry grin, "you seem to have saved the town" she sighs and kicks a dogslicer out of her way My name is Ameiko,the woman continues "I'm glad you were here, without you it might have been much worse; the goblins have always been a problem, but they've never tried anything like this before." she looks all of you over of a moment with a thoughtful look in her eye Tell you what, if you are planning to stay in town, you can have stay at the Rusty Dragon; I'm the owner, and I wont even charge you, it's the least I can do, since you saved the town; the bear stays out of the kitchens though" she says with a glare at Misha "the last one that got in there ate half my stores and terrified my cook; so, what do you say, are you interested?
Thikka shoos off the last of the stragglers, and looks up at the woman who approaches. She touches her chest, where her money bag rests on a thick leather strap, and then nods. "I will accept your offer. I am Thikka." She says, and dips her head.
The gnoll sheathes his mace and dusts himself off trying his best 'I'm not a savage monster' look and grins at the offer. "Free shelter, it's the best offer I have ever been given." he shrugs. "Of course I'll accept."
Naele sheathes her sword and finishes examining her wounds. We may have saved the town, but but still too many lives were lost today. Nevertheless i accept your offer. By the way I am Naele, and this is Misha.
"Nice to meet you" Ameiko says as you all begin to walk away in the direction of the Rusty Dragon I hope you people are as good with your words as you are with your weapons; Half the town will want to hear what you did; it's the most exiting thing that's happened in the last 5 years, and I now that it's over, everyone will want to get back to normal.
"Bah, let them ask the bards... those idiots will make up whatever story they want to anyway, and that's all people will talk about anyway, is whatever idiocy the bards spout while drunk..." Thikka spits grumbly, pulling up her hood and stomping along with her staff making solid 'thunk' noises on the packed earth of the street.
Ameiko brings you to the Rusty Dragona sturdy two-story weather-worn building with a rusty iron dragon on the roof; the common room of the inn is relatively quiet, although Ameiko assures you that it will pick up soon; she cooks you a spicy but delicious meal, and entertains you with a few songs; after the meal, she introduces you to the maid, a timid elderly Halfling woman named Bethana Corwin; who shows you your rooms.
The next morning, you are awakened by a nervous Bethana Corwin Please excuse the disturbance, she says but sheriff Hemlock is downstairs, and he says he needs to speak with you
Darror eats the wonderful spicy meal and enjoys every bite, fighting the urge to not tear into it, and keep using proper utensils. By morning with his belly full of food and drink, he is snoring loud enough to be heard outside the door until the Halfling wakes him up.
He grins at the nervous Halfling and then sighs, wondering if she was scared of him. Him listened to her and yawned loudly before swinging his legs out of bed. "Alright...I'll...get dressed." He spoke with some concern wondering if this had something to do with him trying to find Jubrayl Vhiski yesterday before the goblin attack.
"I am not responsible for the damage done by the goblins, and I do not care what the sheriff says, I will not pay for the damages they did." She says, a bit sullenly, but gets up to go talk to the sheriff.
I wonder what he wants. Surely he doesn't think we had anything to do with yesterday. Naele gathers up Misha before heading downstairs.
"Very well, thank you for letting me know," he offers elderly halfling a reassuring smile.
The sheriff hmm? I wonder if he expects a repeat performance of yesterday? I will gladly help clense this place of the goblin filth.
Sigmund hastily dresses himself and gathers his equipment. He heads downstairs with a spring in his step and a smile on his face.
When you arrive in the common room, a tall Shoanti man dressed in battered chainmail waves you over to his table in the corner of the room. near the hearth Ameiko is entertaining her guests by attempting to compose a song about your exploits, exploits that become more improbable and outrageous with each verse; when she notices you come down stairs she greets you with a smile and a wink, but dose not alert the crowds to your presence.
"Well, if it isn't Sandpoints newest heroes" says the man seriously "I am Sherrif Belor Hemlock, and I am pleased to meet you" he leans back in his chair, looking at each of you as if sizing you up. Now I know that you must have questions, but first, tell me what brings such a strange band of adventurers to Sandpoint
Darror scratches at his ear, not used to hearing the word 'hero' describe him. He especially blushes under his fur at the 'expanded' retelling of yesterday's events.
Not about to tell the whole truth the gnoll speaks. "To find food, shelter, and run errands for the caravan outside of town." He spoke plainly.
Naele removes a twig that she just noticed from hr hair and adrsses th sheriff. "I heard rumors of the Sandpoint Devil, and was willing to lend aid in tracking and slaying the beast. At the moment however it seems these goblins are the bigger problem."
"Ship full of idiots who refused to seek shelter in a storm, because their cargo might go bad. Instead the cargo sank. Then, after being rescued by a different ship, they stranded me in this god forsaken town with no money or way to get home."
"Are you planning to stay for in town for a while" Sherriff hemlock asks; "I only ask because you seem skilled, if a bit unusual," he continues, eyes lingering on the Ratfolk and the Gnoll {b] and I've been hearing some troubling news, I suspect the goblin attack is only the beginning of our troubles, and folks like you could do a fair bit to make sure that this town weathers it."[/b] he trials off and stares into the distance as if lost in though as if lost in thought for a few minuets before continuing If you have any questions, I would be happy to tell you what I can; but if not It's time to get down to business, I have a small matter that I would like your help resolving. he lets out a sigh before continuing, you see, during the goblin attack, someone broke into the tomb of our former priest, Father Tobyn; it was probably just a goblin, looking to hide, but even so, I would like you to come with me to check it out."
Darror tapped his fingers on the bar counter, having a feeling he was getting drawn into something. "I will need to do some quick preparations first." He wasn't going to just outright say he was going to make a couple bombs and infusion in his room.
"I will gladly help" Naele takes a glance at Misha.Could this wait til after we have something for breakfast. Misha can be quit the trouble maker when she is hungry.
The ratfolk snorts. "How much does it pay? Nobody is interested in helping me get back to my home, and the ships charge for tickets... So while I'd like to help, I have to ask for payment."
"I do not require pay for such a service. I will gladly join you as soon as you desire to go." Sigmund nods to the Hemlock with a smile.
Hemlock smiles gratefully, "Of course," he replies "If there is anything there to find, I'm sure it can keep a few more hours; as far as payment goes; I should be able to scrape together something from my discretionary funds to compensate you for your time, in fact," he leans back in his chair and waves to a server; please put breakfast for these four on my tab, it's the least I can do for them."
Darror licks his lips "I like this sheriff more already." he would eat heartedly and then return to his room to make new bombs for the day and an extract of shield to make up the bombs and extract he used the day before.
Thikka nods. "Works for me..." She takes several rolls and puts them in her pocket, pulls out a handkerchief and wraps up some cheese, which goes into her robe, and then adds some fruit as well. Then she goes back to eating more food, going heavy on the meats.
A few hours later, having finished your meal and your preparations; Sherriff hemlock leads you down market street towards the cathedral. As you pass through the market you receive smiles and waves from the townsfolk; when you pass Theater on festival street, you catch sight of your former compatriot, Ixidor, Grinning mischievously at you from the theater steps; he seems to be doing well for himself. at the corner of high street, you overhear a snatch of conversation from a group of young children on the corner But I was the bear Last time, why can't I be Sigmund instead...; when you reach the cathedral, you are greeted by a brown skinned man with a receding hairline, and dressed in clerical robes;
"Hello Belor" he says "I trust your men are recovering well?"
"They are," the Sherriff replies "thanks to you Jaren won't even have a limp"
the priest smiles at this "I merely did what was right, Now, these must be Sandpoints newest heroes, I've heard so much about you in the sort time you've been here; I am father Zantus, you may have seen me at the swallowtail festival before the goblins arrived; how do you do?"
Naele struggle trying to make small talk, not quite sure how to make ey contact. Yes it was quite the lovely festival until the goblins came. I do believe Misha here enjoyed the butterflies.
In a more serious tone I am still a little banged up from yesterdays attack, but i should be fine. i hear there might bee a goblin problem in a tomb?
Darror cracked his knuckles, grinned, and spoke with a bit of optimistic sarcasm. "Goblins aren't trying to bite me and no one has shot at me, so I'd say the day is going smoothly."
Thikka huffs, and her tail reaches out to touch Naele on the back of the leg, unobtrusively.
"You should speak up sooner, child." She says, before energy washes over Naele. "That'll be 10 gold. Cheapest healing you'll find on the continent."
Father Zantius's face becomes serous. "Yes," he says "come with me."
Father Zantius leads you down a small worn track in the cathedrals shadow, "last night," he continues "after the goblin attack I noticed that the door to Father Tobyns crypt was ajar" he pauses for a moment glancing at you"I almost forgot, you are new to our town and would not know; Father Tobyn was my predecessor, he and his daughter Nualia died when the chapel burned down during the late unpleasantness five years ago" Father Zantius sighs "he was a good man, and his guidance is sorely missed, as I was saying when I approached the crypt to investigate, I saw that the earth around in was churned up and trampled, as if many people had passed through and I heard movement inside." ahead of you, the path is blocked by a large wrought iron gate, Father Zantus removes a key from around his neck and unlocks it. "Fearing more goblins, I sealed the door with magic, and went to find the Sherrif, he advised that we wait until morning, and ask you four for help."
"Thank you father,"Sherrif Hemlock says "I can take them the rest of the way" to you he adds [It's probably nothing more then a goblin that got lost in here after the attack, but I though it would be better to be safe."[/b] he allows himself a small grin "Besides after hearing so much about you, I wanted to see your ability's for myself."
Darror draws and pats his mace into his palm, deciding his bombs would risk too much damage. "Anyone else able to see in the dark?" he asked as he stepped up to lead the way with his darkvision.
"Ever'body but the humans..."