After a quick startled glance at Isorion's odd take on the situation, Idril quickly nods to back up his words.
Well, There is no so-called about it. Father Tobyn was a devout follower of Desna even if he was a bit strict. His adopted daughter Naulia had gotten pregnant by some local vagabond that had no interest in a family and left her. Father Tobyn disowned Naulia. One night in a fit of rage and sorrow she set fire to the original church with herself and her father inside. This is an unpleasant story and most people in Sandpoint have their own personal views and prospective of the situation so I would not bring it up in mixed company. The Father relates the story while trying not to weep. Naulia was such a wonderful child, she was truly blessed by Desna. It was such a tragedy to this town to loose her and her father this way. That is all I can say about it, thank you for your help I need to go see to the rebuilding The Father hurries away wiping a tear from his eye.
After hearing the story the half-elf remained mesmerized and waited for the cleric to get out of hearing range before whispering to the others. " It was an unfortunate story, one that is not easily forgotten but we should not let the shadows of the past hinder us from gazing at the future." Isorian commented with a softer and gloomier tone pointing towards the new temple that is being erected.
Trying to brighten the mood again he urged the others for a change of scenery. Unless you want to check underneath the ruble of the old temple I suggest to go back to the inn and call it a day.
Avizzi grins at Chammady after she heals him. "Thanks for that, girl--I do love health! As for speaking Common, I always was--I don't know much else." The man looks at her quizzically, but doesn't say anything more.
Walking to the church, Avizzi pauses at one point and looks up at the sky, as though trying to gauge the time. Shrugging, he pulls a flask from a belt. "Close enough," he murmurs with a smile before knocking back a swig. He then returns to flask to its place and hustles to keep up with the group.
Frowning during the telling of Tobyn and Naulia's story, the Ulfen nods to Isorion. "I'd drink to that! Always look forward; if we were meant to look back, the gods would've put our eyes that way!"
Looking around and stretching his back, the man shrugs. "I've found religion, I've found adventure--though I'm always up for more adventure--so if nothing else, I'll have a go at my third business here." A sly gleam comes into the big man's eyes. "Anybody know where I can find the... Hagfish?"
"That was a sad tale. Almost Operatic in scope..."
Her head snaps up.
"Master Cyrdak's play! Sorry, I must find out if the play is still going on. I will meet you at the inn later!"
She rushes off to see if the play is still performing.
The Hagfish event takes place the day before, prior to the goblin assault. There is three contestants left. Avizzi and...
Mortimer the Fishmonger
Gornick the Shoanti
Due to injuries sustained, Cyrdak was unable to continue his play today. Sorry Las, some of my actors and stagehands were wounded during the assault. Perhaps I shall read some poetry tonight. If you are willing and able I could allow you to perform and brighten the spirits of the locals? What do you say? Cyrdak himself has sustained some minor wounds and is sincere in his request.
When you get back to the Rusty Dragon...
Where the Hell is my Daughter! An eldery Tian man is shouting in the Inn's main hall.
Idril squeals in undignified agreement before pulling it together and stalking out with a mumbled "Later then." Before sprinting back to the inn to brag to anyone who'll listen.
At the Inn, she stops at the door and wonders who the Tian man is.
Nope, no idea.
Avizzi eyes the other contestants and throws back some drinks.
The man knocks back the noxious liquid and grins at the crowd. "Sweet liquid!" he belches with a smile, while thinking, By Cayden's swill, this is even worse than Cayden's swill!
Raising his head from between the mugs Idorian looks at the man whose distant face appeared blurry. I met many young maidens in my time, whom are you searching for?
He had no problem in recognizing Idril and waved at her. Eh... The Red Dragon isn't what it used to be. Now it's full of drunken graybeards yelling like there is another goblin raid. So how did Cyrdak end the play so quickly? Had his bones finely caught up to his age?
Idril flumphs down on a stool and calls for an ale.
"Oh, Cyrdak had to cancel the performance due to cast and crew battle injuries. He was going to try to do a one man poetry recital tonight. He said he was going to invite me to perform too!" She said, trying to conceal her excitement and failing.
Seeing the party conversing in the Inn and paying him no mind the aging Tian man approaches the group. You! Your those out of town folk that put everyone at risk with your interference during the goblin raid! You should have left the town's protection to the militia and professionals!
Isorion raises an eyebrow not impressed by Cyrdak's plan. "So how would that one man recital work? Will he start reciting and then switch with you after the first verse? Or will he..." He looks unpatiently at the old man which draw his attention earlier and who was interfering in his conversation.
After sighing he raises from the table the vapors of alcohol raising to his head as well. "You sir, you are ... Welcome! If it weren't for these fine lads at this table you would have been a good addition to the goblin stew. The town guard... Heh, the town guard couldn't even couldn't even protect the mous..."A hiccup stopped the word half way through, Isorion put his hand at mouth level half as a reflex half as in realization of what he done. " Oh silly me almost gave that one away. Who are you anyway? I didn't seen you trying to fight the goblins in the square."
Avizzi pockets the curse with a smile, and holds up the statuette radiantly. "Here's to the finest town I've ever found!" he beams, and then winks, "and the finest drink!"
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In the Rusty Dragon, the Ulfen also sits with the group and gives a slight frown as the angry, elderly man comes up. "Now, Isorion, the man's upset... But, it's true we did more help than harm!" The man pauses and scratches his head. "Look, if you're upset I cracked a flagstone or two with my jumping, I'm sorry, but we're not a bunch of drunken razzle-roubers!" That said, the man glances out the window and quickly downs a shot from a flask, once more shrugging a, Close enough for me! before swiping his lips and replacing the flask.
Idril gapes at the man shouting at her.
"What are you going on about? Those creatures were killing women, children, bystanders... my audience members! They ruined my big stage show! Death could not come too soon for them!
"And if you think I would just sit around waiting to be rescued by those lumps; well you thought wrong!
"And just where were you when the fighting was thickest, hey? Where were you?"
At this point Idril is on her feet wagging a finger under the shouty mans nose while clutching her ale in the other.
Chammady entered via the servant's entrance as she returned to the inn from her home. As she steps in to the common room, she hears Lonjiku's elevated voice and hurries to the table. "Master Kaijitsu is anything wrong?" she asks hoping to calm him down. "I sure Ameiko can help you, should I get her?" she continues.
Ah so you know where my Daughter is eh? Yes go find her for meThe old man says in a demanding tone to Little Chammady ignoring the others remarks.
That Won't be necessary I am right here, thank you Chammady. What is it father? Ameiko asks patiently.
Her father turns to her and speaks sharply in his native tongue
After arguing for a moment in the man Chammady identified as Master Kaijitsu grabs Ameiko by the hair in an attempt to drag her, but Ameiko is not a helpless little child. She slaps him in the head with a soup ladle and splashes fish broth on him. GET OUT OF MY INN FATHER! Ameiko says plainly in common.
The man turns before exiting the Inn. You are dead to me like your mother! He says bitterly and leaves.
Idril looks on with some astonishment.
"Who was that little man Miss Ameiko? Shall we go arrest him for trying to kidnap you? I think we're still Deputies..."
Idril asks, having perhaps a little much to drink.
Hmpf, If that would work I might take you up on that. He is, was, my father. Excuse me Ameiko goes back into the kitchen clearly upset.
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Everyone at the table is bought a round of drinks from the locals after hearing Lonjiku berate them. We know you did the right thing and we thank you Many of the locals say.
Another familiar face comes to the Rusty Dragon to seek out the Party. Dressed in his finest Aldren Foxglove approaches the party.Barkeep another round for our heroes! I want to thank you again for saving my life. I was ill prepared for such an event. I have decided I need to train up on such things, and I have decided to join the Boar Hunt in Tickwood forest. I would very much appreciate if you come along with me. I shall pay each of you 25gold now and 25 gold upon the return. It will only take a day. I leave in two days time. I will not be a nuisance, enjoy your drink. Come find me if you want to know more about the hunt. We'll leave from here early in the morning. Aldren pays for another round and sits at the bar chatting up a local woman.
Cyrdak sends a local boy to find Idril at the Rusty Dragon and see if she is still interested in participating in the play.
Idril agrees to the exchange, and when the message from Master Cyrdak comes she tears out of there to go help with his play.
Scowling after being ignored for the second time, Isorion wanted to get from the chair to put the annoying man to sleep but after seeing how his daughter humiliated him, the sorcerer gave up his plan, listening with interest at the escorting offer .
Brother Avizzi, what do you think? Should we take Foxglove on his offer? 50 gold coins sounds very tempting. And it doesn't sound too dangerous, unless we enter the territory of my clan.
Isorion asks around quietly about the woman who was making him kind eyes but couldn't get anything confluent. Shrugging he makes an attempt to communicate with the mysterious girl before the ale would render him incapable of the necessary tact. Isorion the great Belilmandel at your disposal my lady. he said bowing gracefully.
Hmm, I certainly hope at my service. I hear you helped the sheriff today. I think my basement might have a goblin in it and I would like you to check it out with me. Shayliss says as she looks at Isorion up and down.
You have keen hearing indeed. These goblins are like roaches where there is one there's bound to be more. I think we should check the other parts of the house as well. Isorian smiled trying to look tough. A goblin for a girl, couldn't get a deal better than that.
"Gold is one thing, but a hunt is another altogether!" Avizzi cracks his knuckles and grins widely. "It's been a bit since I wrestled a boar; seems worth the trek!"
As the half-elf moves off to speak to the woman--Hope he doesn't get in any trouble--the Ulfen man finishes his drink and moves to find Chammady. "Exciting day, eh?" the man says, smiling. "Say, after that fight, you said I was speaking the common tongue 'again.' But, girl, I was saying it the whole time!" The man widens his eyes and then winks one shut, as though attempting to raise a single eyebrow. "What did that mean, then?"
That was quite something, Chammady thinks as father and daughter fight, she reflects on how much she appreciates her relationship with her own father.
"The free drinks alone is making this worth it," Chammady says with a smile and continues: "A girl could get use to this." as Aldren orders another round.
Smiling back at Avizzi she replies: "Certainly different from my average day." Her smile tightens a little as the great Ulfen questions her. "Well I just meant I couldn't understand, what you all said during our encounter, perhaps it was just the fighting?" she tries not very convincingly.
Isorion takes a final glance at the party before leaving the inn, hoping they would not change their mind about the hunt. "Just show the way." He whispers back putting a hand over the woman's waist.
Isorion remained frozen for five seconds realizing the situation he was in. He first checked for exits then for vaguely for places he can hide and eventually got his mind straight and relaxed, putting the missing pieces of clothes back. Unless the Moores have a diet of elf or human meat I'm in not in any danger worse than before.
He whispered with a grin on his face:Get dressed, we don't want to keep the nice friendly father waiting.
Elswhere...
Idril crashes through the back entrance to the performace area.
"I'm ready for my entrance Master Cyrdak!" She gushes.
So nice of you to come Lady Idril. What would you like to perform do you need any assistance? Cyrdak asks as he embrasses Idril warmly.
Trying to rush past the uncomfortable questions she asks Avizzi: "How is your leg coming along? I hope it isn't giving you any trouble." Not sure if he is going to let it slip, she quickly adds: "What do you make boar hunt thing?"
"I would LOVE to dance tonight, it is my favorite act! But if you would like to help me, I could do the flaming sword juggling as an alternative?" Idril asked hopefully.
She looks out at the audience and tries to gauge the mood tonight. Something sad and sweet to mourn the losses suffered, or raucous and fun to make them forget just for tonight?
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"Ah the Dervish Dance! Of course!"
After making sure there is enough room, Idril sets up a number of dummy targets made up of haybales, buckets and bowling pins.
Taking her reinforced scarf in hand (for safety's sake), Idril starts dancing slowly. Sepping, turning, stepping; she proceeds deliberately across the stage. She starts to speed up, the beat faster and faster until her scarves and skirts fly about, her scarf licking out hitting the targets one after another. When they are all down, she spins down to a stop and a curtsey.
I can assure you I have a reasonable explanation. said the sorcerer slightly staggered by the man's frightening appearance and taking a step backwards. Seeing as there is no place to run he prepares to cast his signature spell. He turns to the girl. You know, when you said you had a goblin problem I didn't pictured a bearded hobgoblin, anyway it's solved now.
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doesn't confirm. Damm Girl! You brought a wizard into the house! She starts to answer her father, but falls asleep.
As soon as he saw the man with his sword raised Isorion saw his whole world upside down. His spell failed, the only person who could explain what was happening was laying asleep and her angry father was a much better fighter then he thought.
Will you just go to sleep already? the sorcerer mumbled, blood rushing through his teeth one hand over the wound left after the sword , one hand pointing at his current enemy.
As a last desperate attempt he points to the bearded man but releases the last spell on himself gambling on that person's ignorance towards the studies of magic.
As his appearance changes he forces himself to say a couple of words:My... my power is fading. Please have pity on me sir. I was scared... I didn't mean no harm. I just wanted you to sleep. Sleeeeep... Isorion falls down from exhaustion and blood loss incapable of realizing what effect it had on the man.
Isorion will drop to -1 hit points but will stabilize (hard to kill)
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Inside, Idril thinks; Yesyesyesyesyesyes a million time yes!
What she says is "Well, I will have to consult with my family, my agent, my troupe. I will have to get back to you on your very attractive offer."
When the children make their offer, she smiles and replies to them and their father.
"Of course I can help! If the monster hasn't been frightened off by now, I'll do it for you! Shouldn't take but a minute after all..."
She will make her excuses and head out with the family.
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Startled at the movement in the closet, Idril draws the kid back.
"Back up child!" She exclaimed.
Cautiously she approached the closet.
She casts a quick Detect Magic to check for spell work before feeling about for loose floorboards.
The Ulfen eyes the girl with his odd expression, but eventually shrugs and smiles gently. "'Course it was--not every day the dead are coming up to attack the living! Leastways not where I come from."
Dragging over a stool, the man sits down and listens to Chammady's own questions. "Ah, this leg's fine!" he exclaims, thumping the spot of the healed wound as if to prove it, and giving a little wince nonetheless. "I've had worse before, but I'll admit I'd never guessed bones would be so... so... sharp." He shrugs. "As for the hunt, it sounds interesting enough, though not near as exciting as skeletons or goblins. What do you think of it, and our Master Aldren?"
Mentally Chammdy exhales heavily thank full that the man let it slid. She is puzzled by his account of the events. Why didn't I understand him then? she wonders. "I am glad your leg is fine, it could have been a bad wound," she smiles. "I am not sure about the hunt. It might not be as frightening as the undead, but from what I heard boar hunting is dangerous," she replies and continues: "But I guess I am coming along anyway." "I don't know what it is, but something ticks me about Alderen, can't really put my finger on it," she reasons.