Brandark, moves at an angle, obviously avoiding the slick spot on the ground.
"Puny little rodent, begone" attacks goblin 2
[dice=attack]d20+3+1+1-1
[dice=damage]d8+6
Garrath moves slowly away from combat, barely holding onto consciousness.
Moving to get a clear line of sight Elektra draws another arrow shooting at the dog
Brandark, stepping past the falling goblin, looks at the mounted goblin. "Your next little goblin"
Lyr watches Garrath move away from the battle. She steps up to him, assessing his condition quickly. She reaches out her have, saying a small prayer to Shelyn.
As Garrath staggers back, the Goblin smiles menacingly, only to feel his mount stumble and fall beneath him. Kelvin had sneaked up behind and hit the Goblin Dog with a well placed bow shot.
The Goblin manages to jump clear of the beast. No longer smiling, he sees a Dwarf with a big battle axe approaching, and flees toward the North Gates.
Moving to get a clear line of sight Elektra draws another arrow shooting at the dog
[Dice=attack]1d20+2; 1d6
Lyr's restorative healing on Garrath also heals the crud from the Goblin Dog just working its way into Garrath.
Brandark takes a swipe at the running goblin.
The last second Elektra changes her aim and with insight born by her spell her arrow unerringly strikes the rider.
Taking an arrow from Elektra and then a Battle Axe from Brandark the mounted Goblin falls in a splatter of blood and worse.
Brandark, does a quick look over of the last goblin to fall.
"We should get these things to the smith, so that he can melt them down for proper items." He then looks around "Any more goblins?"
Noticing for the first time, the fellow against the wall.
"Sir, are you alright?"
”Thank you! Thank you,” a young man rises from behind a barrel. He is dressed as a nobleman with finely embroidered blue top coat, silk tan waistcoat and breeches with white shirt and stockings. ”I am Aldern Foxglove, and I am in your debt, the dandy says with a slight bow.
Even after this ordeal he barely has dust on his shoes. ”I have never seen such prowess,” he then becomes transfixed on Lyr, ”especially in one so lovely.” He pulls out of this momentary trance and looks at the rest of the party, ”You all deserve a reward for your valor.”
He glances about nervously looking for more goblins, ”I will be in town for only a few more days. I am staying at the Rusty Dragon to the south. When you get a chance, stop by and I will reward you properly for saving my life.” He then carefully gathers the dog’s body and heads south, again nervously looking in all directions.
"Everyone still standing?" queries Kelvin. Getting an affirmative, he starts to search the bodies for coins, jewelry, gems and anything else that looks interesting. "At least we will be able to afford a real comfortable bed tonight" he quips.
Pulling out the potion that he found earlier, he dips a finger in it and tastes it, trying to identify the potion.
To keep matters simple, for all Goblins you collected the following:
From looted bodies not including the Warchanter’s stuff previously noted:
120GP, 284SP, 392CP. 10 suits of Goblin Leather, 2 suits of Goblin Studded Leather, 10 sm wooden shields. 12 dogslicers, 1 mwk Horsechopper, 2 short bows & 36 arrows, very small pearl, small pearl, regular pearl, and another potion Cure Moderate Wound (2d8+3) in addition to the previous Cure Light Wound (1d8+1) potion .
Whisteling a small note Elektra summons her little familiar to her side.
With a small gesture Elektra checks for anything magical before sitting down and rethinking the battle in her head, absentmindly stroking her little familiars head. "This is kind of strange. Goblins are not know for their bravery and attacking during a festival. Granted they could start major chaos, but in the end, this was a foolhardy and rather stupid stunt. Maybe we should ask the mayor if he needs more help. And... you all were quite brave. I do not know if I had the courage to fight without your valor. Especially you young human man. I think we have not introduced ourselves. You can call me Elektra."
As the party returns back to the Cathedral square, Mayor Deverin, Father Zantus and Ameiko Kaijitsu are at the Cathedral’s top steps. The raid on Sandpoint is almost over. Sheriff Hemlock arrives from the south with a pair of Sandpoint Guards and two bound up captured Goblins. ”What’s left of them are fleeing to the north. Some of them jumped off the cliffs near the Old Light, likely to their death. We have no idea what they were after. These two don't seem to know much. But I will interrogate them further. I know of two deaths, an elderly visitor that had arrived by ship, and the teenage daughter of Farmer Caddik,” The Sheriff offers his report to the Mayor.
The mayor gasp and works hard to hold back tears. She then tells Sheriff Hemlock of the bravery of Sandpoints newfound heroes. Father Zantus and Ameiko Kaijitsu both offer their rousing endorsements as well.
Ameiko Kaijitsu approaches the party, ”Everyone must be tired. I know I am. Tonight I can offer my servant Brathana’s and my room for tonight at the Rusty Dragon. We have a place to sleep just off the kitchen. And tomorrow I can offer you two rooms, one for the Ladies, and another for the Gents free of charge for the next week.
Father Zantus speaks, ”Yes, tonight we must rest. Tomorrow we will mourn, then bury our dead. ”
End of Day One
Brandark looks over at Lady Kaijitsu "I would be honoured to accept your hospitality.
Then looking over at father zantus"Father Zantus, do you need assistance in the burial?"
After asking those questions, he then poses to the rest of the group "I suggest that we sell the metal to the smith, and then see where we go from there"
Father Zantus warmly shakes Brandark's hand, "Your assistance would be most welcome. Come to the Cathedral around midmorning tomorrow. Thank you."
"I will be there."Brandark mentions."The rest of the fallen should not go unremembered and unremarked."
Brandark looks over at the others"No objections over selling the goblin weapons, as they are not good ones?"
The evening before."No, but this is a task for tomorrow!"
Joining Lyr in the room Elektra will use the prestidigation cantrip very diligently to clean first her clothes, then her familiar Honeytrap and then her bed of any speck of dust, bloodstain and dirt. After washing herself she takes a quick nap and then meditates for another 4 hours before preparing her spells for the day. After feeling ready to face the days surprises she wakes Lyr gently and takes a quick walk to give Honeytrap a chance to relieve himself she joins the others for breakfast.
Maybe we should ask the mayor if he needs more help.
"We will need more help. Would you please stay in Sandpoint for a while? I saw what you did this day, she looks around at all the party. "Brave souls like yourselves are precious resources at times like this. We don't know if they will return, and in greater numbers."
Garrath nods to the Mayor, "The little runts do at their peril, for we will be ready, and crush them beneath our heels. He looks at his wounds, and smiles, "They leave us with a few more scars worthy of good tales, and we leave their mates lamenting the time they ever came after Sandpoint.
He looks at Lyr, and lays one meaty hand on her shoulder, smiling, "Thank you priestess. I owe you a boon for keeping me on my feet. I am Garrath. I hope our travels will follow the same path, so that I may even the scales, or come to a time when we no longer feel the need for balancing between friends."
He looks at the others and then at the nobleman with a wide grin, "I think tonight, my new friends, we will eat and drink well, and without our pouches feeling any lighter. I am Garrath of the Shriikiri-Quah, and I am honored to have shared a battlefield with all of you."
"Honoured to meet you Garrath. My name is Brandark." Then looks over at Lyr "My appreciation for the healing from your god."
"I will join you in a few minutes for the supper, but I must check upon a travelling companion that wasn't able to join us in the fight."
Brandark then goes to the stable to check upon then feed Abacuzar (Abacus)
Upon return, joins in the meal. Later in the room, stich up the holes in cloths, and checks over his mail.
In the morning, wakes up to meet the sun, as it comes up. Then goes down to the common room for breakfast.
”Thank you! Thank you,” a young man rises from behind a barrel. He is dressed as a nobleman with finely embroidered blue top coat, silk tan waistcoat and breeches with white shirt and stockings. ”I am Aldern Foxglove, and I am in your debt, the dandy says with a slight bow.
Even after this ordeal he barely has dust on his shoes. ”I have never seen such prowess,” he then becomes transfixed on Lyr, ”especially in one so lovely.” He pulls out of this momentary trance and looks at the rest of the party, ”You all deserve a reward for your valor.”
Lyr's face suffuses with color. Well thank you.
Lyr looks over Garrath's remaining wounds, Is anyone else hurt? She looks at her companions, eybrows raised. After a moment she turns back to Garrath, I am glad to have helped you stay upright. In addition I have some more healing, but what I have will heal several at a time. I would like to see if there are others at the cathedral square that need help as well. Shall we?
In the square, Lyr finds those who need healing, and organizes them. She channels as much energy from Shelyn as she can. Soon, her face haggard, she makes her way to the Rusty Dragon for a good night's sleep. She falls on her bed without any preamble and falls asleep almost immediately.
In the morning, Lyr begins her prayers to Shelyn, singing a song to her praise. She then stands and begins to mend the tears in her clothes, after a few minutes work, Lyr washes up and heads out to meet the others for breakfast.
Garrath walks with Lyr, helping the tired cleric into the Dragon, and then to her room. After which he heads back to the common room to drink and eat more. He'll either sleep in the common room, or head to the shared room with the other men. In the morning he wakes early and visits either a bath, or goes outside and dumps water from a rainbarrel over his head.
He walks back to the common room, still wet, to meet with the others, a wide smile splitting his face.
Father Zantus brings out several wounded citizens and other attendees to the festival to receive healing from Lyr. "Shelyn has blessed us to have one of her Clerics here this day. I have done all I could," a clearly exhausted Father Zantus states with a sigh. "We currently do not have a Cleric of Shelyn on staff," he says finally returning to tend to some children nearby.
Shortly after breakfast, Brandark gathers all of the goblin weapons and equipment "I will see to disposing of these" and then takes them to the smithy to sell for the value of the metal.
Once done that, he will proceed to the cathedral to help with the burials.
After the burials, he will return to the dragon, and divide the value of the weapons among all of the group that fought the goblins yesterday.
"And I am Kelvin Fleetwood, scout and trap finder" he says while everyone one is introducing themselves. "Brandark, I also have some things that I got off the singing goblin. Some coins, potion and a bracelet. I am sure the potion is a minor curing one."
Kelvin nods to all the others, "let us Ameiko up on her offer of free lodging for the week." Then he tells the mayor, "I for one will be around for a while." He looks to the others, "you also?"
As he looks around at the others he thinks looks like a good bunch to have my back if those Ulfens show up.
That evening at the Inn, he adds the items to the growing pile of loot that the group has found, takes his share and says, "that bracelet is too pretty to just sell for some coins. May I hold on to it till we have it appraised?"
After introductions are made Elektra will politly ask everyone of their abilities and what they learned before, making quick notes in a pocketbook.
Seeing Brandark return with a bag of gold she smiles.If scrolls weren´t so expensive She gladly accepts her share.
Day Two
Elektra soon after coming back in with Honeytrap is first to notices a Sergeant of the Guard rush in to the Rusty Dragon. The tavern area was starting to get busy with the morning breakfast. Brandark was gathering together the items from off the dead Goblins to take to the smithy and others to sell.
”I need to see the Heroes of Sandpoint,” he calls out, addressing the party as though they have a title. At this point in time, the party does not realize that in Sandpoint they now do.
”Sheriff Hemlock needs to see you right away at the Cathedral.”
Looks a little confused over the being called a hero. "Was that meant to be us?" indicating the group around the table. While continuing to put the goblin weapons and gear into a couple of sacks.
After gathering the equipment into the sacks for easy carrying, Brandark proceeds to the cathedral, to meet up with sheriff Hemlock.
Brandark later in the afternoon brings in several small pouches and gives 1 pouch to each. Inside each pouch is 92 gp, 66 sp, 80 cp.
"This is the shares of all the goblins equipment, not counting the braclet that kelvin is wearing, nor the pearls."
At the Sergeant calling out for "Heroes of Sandpoint", Kelvin at first looks around to see who he is talking to, then he inwardly groans when he realizes that the Sergeant means him and his companions. You are supposed to stay unnoticed he thinks to himself.
As Brandark responds, Kelvin tries to quietly stay in the background while the group troops up to the cathedral to meet the Sheriff.
Garrath barks out a laugh, "Heroes of Sandpoint? HA! So our legend grows already, my friends. The loresingers will tell tales of us yet, and we will know immortality! Garrath jumps to his feet, and looks to the soldier "Take us to this Sheriff."
Hmmph. The Heroes of Sandpoint? Well you all have a name for yourselves already. Lyr looks around at the others for a moment before starting. She puts her hand to her chest, looking at Zandu, You mean me too? She shakes her head, Alright. Let's go.
At the Cathedral, Sheriff Hemlock sends the Sergeant back to guard the north wall, then more formally greets and introduces himself to the party. ”Thank you for coming. Your help yesterday was greatly needed and appreciated. How long do you plan on staying in Sandpoint?” The Sheriff asked quizzically.
The Sheriff continues, ”Father Zantus specifically insisted your presence. The largest crypt in the graveyard has been broken into; and there are sounds like something is inside, ” the Sheriff says leading the party toward the graveyard.
Father Zantus stands with a pair of Acolytes at the edge of a sizable graveyard when he sees the party, ”Thank you for coming. We saw your bravery yesterday. We could use your bravery again today,” Father Zantus points to the largest crypt in the graveyard.
”Let’s go down and investigate,” the Good Sheriff says.
It is a very large crypt, the largest in what the locals call the “Boneyard.” The entry door is ajar. ”The crypt was sealed with iron straps,” Sheriff Hemlock points to where two wide iron straps lay on either side of the door.
Kelvin studies the ground near the large crypt, and says to the group, "goblin tracks, and a larger humanoid." He looks at the others to see if someone else can offer more information on the tracks.
To Padre Zantus, "who or what was entombed here?"
After the Padre answers, he says to the others, "I should go in first, and then follow me in after a moment", and with no objections he stealthy starts to enter the crypt.
"This is strange. Maybe they were led by a bugbear or a hobgoblin. It is known they lead those lesser vermin."
Father Zantus, with a real sense of worry says, "That crypt was reserved for the honored dead of our community, including some of the founders; as well as, Father Ezekien Tobyn who was my predecessor. He was killed in the church fire that eventually lead to our building this new Cathedral." He glances back at the massive new stone structure.
"Was anything vandalized."
Looks over at the sheriff "Would you be so kind as to watch out for these?"indicating the sacks of goblin gear that he was intending to sell.
Brandark looks at the group"Looks like there were 6 goblins and something larger. We should clear them out for the father"
With that, he hefts his sheild, and axe, and starts to make his way to the entrance of the crypt following about 10' behind the redoubtable scout.