Rise of the Runelord's (Inactive)

Game Master Morphelis

The town of Sandpoint is a remote town on the Lost Coast, it stands as bastion to the civilization in this otherwise rugged area. You have come from far and wide, or maybe this has always been your home, regardless today is a big day. The unveiling of the long awaited cathedral, the old church burnt down in a devastating fire that nearly destroyed the northern end of town.

Sandpoint is wealthy for its exports of wood and other goods that are plentiful in this region. The nobles funded a new lavish place of worship, and thus the new Sandpoint Cathedral was built!

The town is bustling with activity. Both inns are full, people line the streets. Early in the morning the opening speeches begin in the square in front of the new cathedral.
You do not have to be present for this part, let me know where you all are.

The mayor steps up to the front of a crowd that has gathered and she motions for silence. A murmur descends on through the square.
"Welcome to all, to the Swallowtail Festival in honor of our new cathedral! I see many new faces in the crowd and I am very happy to welcome you to Sandpoint! All the locals have come out of their homes, also, even Larz Rovanky. I haven't seen you out of your shop since your daughters wedding! Anyway, eat, drink, and be merry for this is a great time for Sandpoint!"
As she finishes her speech the crowd cheers and soon a mailed man fills her place, "There are many folk not from these parts, and I only ask you respect our home. Be careful in the festivities all, especially around tonight's bonfire. Our good friend Lonjiku was to speak as well, but a sudden illness has sent him to rest. Might I ask for a moment of silence for those who perished in the fire five year's past."
He lowers his head for a few moments, then steps off the podium, his spot quickly filled by a cheerful man.
"When I first came here, all of you were all work work. Well I saw to that, didn't I? The theatre has seen more performances in my residence than it has for all of Sandpoint's history. I plan on turning the story of our fated play into a production to travel all over Varisia and praise the name Sandpoint! I encourage you all to stop by many of the traveling troupes that have came from far and wide to entertain you all on this festival occation! And don't forget my production of 'The Harpy's Curse' only has ten more performances before we move onto some other show. Starring none other than the famous diva Allishanda straight from Magnimar so come see it while it lasts!"
Finally, a robed man steps up and speaks softly, you must strain to hear him. "Thank you all for coming and thank Erastil for our safety and longevity."
The crowd disperses for the day's festivities, in the southern end of town many games are taking place.

[spoiler=Eugeni]
You have been summoned by Sheriff Hemlock before the opening speeches along with the 5 other town guards. You stand with them in barracks.
"We are already stretched thin, without hundreds of outsiders coming to cause trouble in our little town. I know you don't like it, but I need all of you patrolling all day. We have more than we can handle .
He turns to you, "I want you and Jensen here to patrol from the Old Light to the North Gate, and as far south as Town Street. I don't expect much trouble, but the mob tends to stay under control in sight of the town watch."

He dismisses you with a wave and turns to the other 4, and begins giving them similar orders.

This seems like an interesting site. I should probably look around see what is going on.

Terran will observe the catherdral opening and give a few copper donation. Looking for a random crowd member, "excuse me, which deity is the overseer of this construction of a temple?"

"Sure thing Sheriff, we'll make sure to be visible. C'mon Jensen, let's get going."

oh this could be fun, ah an idea i might be able to make money here need to find out if i am allowed to do it.

Tessara looks at all the festivity's going around and trys to find someone that looks like they are in charge of the festival, if and when she finds one
Excuse me but would it be possible to set up a little stand, it is a kissing both and a game, just stay awake after a kiss and you don't have to pay. what kind of price would be fair for such a game in this town? I ask because i don't normally do this. she says with a blush

goal is to do the slumber hex after the kiss, if they stay awake no payment, if they fall asleep they have to pay something small like a few copper or silver at most. this is all just for fun.

This seems like an interesting site. I should probably look around see what is going on.

Terran will observe the cathedral opening and give a few copper donation. Looking for a random crowd member, "excuse me, which deity is the overseer of this construction of a temple?"

"Isn't it all of Them?", a scarfed Varisi dancer asks, smiling. "Wouldn' it be?", she smiles again. "Not that I know of such things. But I am of Desna, and we, who are devoted to Her, think this-", she indicates the cathedral with a nod of her head and an outswept arm, turning around Terran as though in dance, "-is too. But we also claim for Her the night sky, and dreams... So, don' listen to us. But try, maybe, to listen to Her."

I guess Noa will be prowling the gathering places, looking for some music to make coin dancing to. She will by gesture and look arrange a pro-temp partnership with musicians that are already playing, or if there's a management type obvious, or they are not currently playing, she'll take the matter up in words. Diplomatically. :)

Oh i was exploring some ruins and wanted to restock on supplies. But with this festival going on I thought might as well have some fun.

goes to set up her little kissing booth, waiting for people to come and have fun. she says what is going on and why people might fall asleep for a few seconds, just so they don't try to hurt her. better safe then sorry.

Turning to Jensen, Eugani mutters

"Oh brother, here we go. Follow my lead and we'll try to end this without anyone getting hurt on a festival day"

Eugani then quickly steps in between the four quarrelsome humanoids and starts talking

"Now then gents, there is no need for that. There is plenty of food for everyone and this is a day for celebration. Sir, you may be aware that there is a law in Sandpoint against baring steel towards another in anger, but we both know this was not an act of agression, is that not so? You merely intended to show your friend here the fine craftsmanship of your new blade, correct? That way you can all go back in line to enjoy a good meal and no-one has to endure the much less tasty meals in the city jails."

Diplomacy 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Armen wanders happily among the gathered crowds, chatting amicably with strangers and generally enjoying the atmosphere and lovely weather. He has a blissful, if slightly detached expression on his face.

Upon finding one of the guard, he will ask:

"I say there, as a duly deputized member of the local constabulary, would you be familiar enough with this fair burg to direct me to the keeper of the towns finest and most potent spirits?"

Looking down at the gnome Eugeni finds himself distracted by the gnome who is seemingly oblivious to the fact that he is stumbling into a situation which may very well become a fight...

"Master Gnome, I will be at your service in just a minute"

Eugeni tries to catch Jensen's eye and gesture towards the gnome...

Lets see, can i take a look at it for a moment?

Appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Just so we are clear, it is the earnings i made at this booth only, and just up till now. I have dealt with too many cleverly worded deals in my time.

if it equals or is greater then what i made then he has a deal. otherwise no.

Armen nods and thanks the guard happily, and wanders off in search of the rusty dragon.

He hums blithely to himself as he wanders through the festival, searching.

Happily handing the elf her well-deserved silver coin, Noa laments, "A poor dancer has no chance with such as you on the streets. You were so good, I even forgot to dance! I hope I make a dinner, before I am hungry for it..."

ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 ya does not seem to work... well lets get this going
Thief, someone catch him.
if he is still in at 30 feet cast slumber hex on him. if not i yell for the guards.

[dice=ref]1d20+2 ya does not seem to work... well lets get this going

Thief, someone catch him.
if he is still in at 30 feet cast slumber hex on him. if not i yell for the guards.

let me know if Noa's present for this, please. She has this odd feeling that some butt, somewhere,needs kicking. :)

If Eugeni is close by he will give chase to the thief...

Seeming a bit surprised at the turn of events Eugeni turns to the two remaining half-orcs. "Now good sirs, I hope you enjoy the rest of the festivities without any further unpleasant incidents."

Eugeni turns to Jensen as they walk away:"What got into him? Do we look that scary? Well at least they had a healthy respect for the city watch."

"Lunch sounds absolutely amazing." Terran will pick up and head towards the rusty dragon.

I can't remember the last time I had a chance to just be a tourist, this should be fun. With a smile on his face he greets a few people on his way with a joyous demeanor.

If he gets there without anything terrible happening he will order lunch and an ale. Also, he will try talking more with Ameiko.

Lunch time is winding down and many people are heading back to the Cathedral Square for the main event of the festival.

Tessara stays at her booth, hoping to be easily found there as well as make a little more money while she can.

Eugeni grins and admits "Yeah, you always were the scary one of us." as they continue doing the rounds.

Terran sticks around after most the crowd has left. With a smile he turns to Ameiko and says, "You have quite the place here Ameiko. Good food, good drink, good company, what more could someone ask for. You were correct when you asked if I was new around here. Would you mind showing me around town? After you are done here of course."

"Bah.", Noa commiserates with the guard as she catches up, "Why try to dance, if they will take your purse? You run well, though. But he had a plan, and we did not. I am Noa.", she says, offering a comradely hand.

"Ah yes, I seem to have forgotten myself. My name is Terran. I used to live in a small village far out in the country. I am something of a wanderer now, so my time here in Sandpoint has not been determined yet." Terran turns to her with a smile and picks through some dried fruit and nuts he got from his bag.

No need to bother her with my colorful past, I should probably stay around here to see if the rumors of giants is true. If something terrible were to happen here like what happened to my home, I just will not stand for it. She is pretty cute to boot.

Noa will return to the robbed elf. "I am sorry. The guard, and I, we could not catch him, before he was lost in the crowd."

Its ok you tried, i was having fun with it anyway, not something i do for a living. gives Noamuth a kiss, as if it is a normal thing Your reward for trying

Noa smirks, but sobers. "You know, if you were selling... apple pies? You should maybe no' jus' suddenly throw one. Some people..." Noa gives a faint shrug, "They mi' no' think tha' was funny. They get offended. I... I am no' offended. I might have to try again." Noa smirks again. "The guard, he tried too.", she suggests.

Well i will have to thank him too, where is he? once pointed out, gives him a thank you kiss as well.

The guard blushes at the kiss. "I am truly sorry we could not recover your purse. I will tell the Sheriff the looks of this man, so as to keep an eye out for 'im."

In the square, the priest from earlier in the day and a few others wheel a large covered wagon into view. Father Zantus speaks and a hush goes around the crowd.
"Eons ago, the great goddess Desna fell to earth and suffered many injuries. She was nursed to health by a child plagued with blindness. As a reward for his faith, he was given the greatest gift of all, immortality. He was to spend the rest of his days as a gracious butterfly, flying along the wind. He is still flying to this day."
As he finishes his anecdote, Father Zantus pulls the cover off the wagon to reveal a furious storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Already children are chasing the butterflies down the streets, being called after by their mothers. Music breaks out and people begin dancing.

The festivities continue until sundown.

Noa dances with the butterflies, for Desna. Robbers, enchanters, even soft-lipped elves are forgotten in the ecstacy of dance.

Perform: Dance +7 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

It is fine, i was just having fun with it. to the guard. she smiles at his youthful blush.

Goes and plays with the butterfly's going around.

wow what a messed up story, oh hey thanks for for helping me blind kid, now you are a immortal butterfly, you cant actually do anything as a butterfly and tons of things eat you but have fun with eternity.

Armen, after surreptitiously sipping a flask from under his jacket, also joins in the dance. With unfocused eyes and a general obliviousness to the dancers around him, he's somewhat disruptive. He hums to himself along with the music, or as close as he can figure, which is to say nowhere near the same key, tempo, or even style of music.

Terran will take Ameiko's advice and head over to the swallowtail release, getting there just as the speech is starting. A very interesting tale to have around here. I wonder how much truth is behind it.

When the music and dance starts, Terran will look around for Ameiko.

As the rounds take Jensen and Eugeni past the new cathedral, Eugeni mutters a brief prayer to Sarenrae.

Terran, Ameiko has stayed behind at the Rusty Dragon to tend to things there, alas you do not find her.
Noa, many people around you, young and old alike, join you in the dance. And more than a few are staring.

A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder slices through the excited crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman's scream slices through the air. A few moments later another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises - high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a painful yelp then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

Two more run up behind me and see you standing in the otherwise abandoned square. They giggle and jump with glee at finding someone to fight.

Combat Order
Armen
Eugeni
Tessara
Terran
Goblins
Noa

Here is the link to the roll20 page for this encounter. https://app.roll20.net/join/39367/B_kzow
I have never used it, and the map is more of a reference for you than it is something to actually use. This is due to the fact that the map isn't high enough resolution to be displayed in 1"x1" grid. I will update it round by round. So the colors:
Green Goblins
Red Eugeni
Yellow Noa
Dark Blue Armen
Dark Green Terran
Light Blue Tessara

Let me know what you guys think of doing it this way, or if you have suggestions on how you would like to utilize the tool.

Terran, Ameiko has stayed behind at the Rusty Dragon to tend to things there, alas you do not find her.

Noa, many people around you, young and old alike, join you in the dance. And more than a few are staring.

Can I get a single Aid Another, for a 25 result? :)

I've got to the roll20 site, looks useful.

Since Noa's last in the round, I'll wait and see what happens before declaring any intent for her. I guess she's still in the dance.

Armen rubs his eyes,confused at the sudden shift in the mood.

"Did I mix that last batch wrong?" he muses out loud. He moves toward the source of the distraction, Move Action, 20' towards the goblins

When Armen spies the source of the disturbance, he sighs.

"Ah, such an unpleasant sort. Crashing a perfectly lovely festival."

Armen points up in the sky and shouts at them in goblin

Bluff check 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Standard Action Armen will cast Dancing Lights [DC 14] in the air above the goblins.[/ooc]

A vaguely humanoid shape appears in the air, glowing with what Armen hopes the Goblins think of as divine fury. It drops toward them, waving it's arms.

...nothing worse than a clever illusionist. For the enemy. :)

Eugeni startles by the sudden crack, but seems to get his bearings quickly. He mutters, half loadly to himself "Goblins! This time you won't find so easy victims" as he draws his Falchion and charges the closest goblin!

DM, if Eugeni can reach a goblin with a charge action he will. (if not direct line a move action will do, or else he will simply close the distance with a double move/run action)

To hit, melee 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3) + 4 = 11

Time to go to sleep.
moves within 30 feet and casts sleep hex on one if them, dc 14 will, or sleep for 1 round.

"Goblins why are they here? Guards men allow me to assist."

Terran will move up 15 ft closer to the goblins, and then I will cast bless to everyone who looks like they are opposing the goblins. I will then go into a sort of battle stance.