The Many-Faced GM's Rise of the Veteran Runelords (Inactive)

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Silver Crusade

male Tiefling Xylomancer 1 |HP: 6/6 | AC 18*, T 12, FF 16* |F 0, R +2, W +4 (+2 versus curses) |Darkvision 60 ft, Init +2, Perc +2 SM +2|CMB -1 CMD 11|8/8 Splintered Spears|Status: Normal

The rescue apparently accomplished, Henry staggers back toward the window and his rope as fast as he can.

Climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3 Uh-oh.

Acrobatics to reduce falling damage?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

I have vestigial wings; this not being strict Pathfinder Society, I don't know if you'd allow me a Fly check to glide down a bit?

Fly check if so: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

fort save dc 18: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Mikal recovers and makes it to the window where he carefully drops the unconcious fellow down to Wreck to catch after calling down to him. "Here he comes.. you'd better catch him.." then after 'dropping' the fellow, he swings himself out and starts climbing down.


Male Dwarf Rogue(Unchained)1 | HP 11/11 | AC (20)16, Touch 13, Flatfooted 13 CMD 14 | Saves F 2, R 6, W 0 | Darkision; Perception +4, Sense Motive +0; Init +3 | Status: Normal

Gar will assist Wreck in catching the fellow.

generic d20 for Aid Other: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Whatever type check is required, that roll will add +2 no matter what skill or save modifiers are still needed to be applied


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The climb check is easy enough as long as you don't have a negative modifier.

A DC 15 Strength check is needed to catch the falling unconscious man without taking or doing any damage.

As the fires blaze on, several people begin to organize a water brigade. They coming running up with buckets and form lines to tap the water in the fountains and begin passing full buckets. It takes what seems like hours to quell the raging fires but eventually they succumb.

A few guards come running up and the one that appears to be in charge speaks up. "Is everyone alright here?"


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea channels healing energy

channel energy: 1d6 ⇒ 2


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

"As far as we know, we got the last survivor out of the building... haven't heard anyone else screaming... and haven't had time to ask the man if he knows of anyone else still in the building.. Perhaps you might want to ask him?"


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

Once the man is out, Gyorgy joins the bucket lines.


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

"... after he is healed and reawakened that is."


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea cats guidance on herself
Heal check: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 8 + 1 = 17

How is her patient after 2 points of healing? (From before)


Male Dwarf Rogue(Unchained)1 | HP 11/11 | AC (20)16, Touch 13, Flatfooted 13 CMD 14 | Saves F 2, R 6, W 0 | Darkision; Perception +4, Sense Motive +0; Init +3 | Status: Normal

"We can't baby'm iff'n he knows of someone else in there." Gar takes a bucket from Gyorgy as it passes by. He spills a portion of it on the victim's face before handing it back to Gyorgy to send the rest of the water toward the fire.


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Between the positive energy and the cold water, the man awakens. The first few minutes he coughs terribly, spitting water at first, but mostly from the smoke inhalation.

"What, what? What's happening? The last I remember the building was on fire. Who are you ruffians? What's the meaning of this...and why am I wet?"


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea looks at the complaining man, and decides he's probably in shock and confusion, and not making sense

Goodman, we saved you from a fire, through the actions of these brave folk, and the blessings of Desna. Stay calm, you breathed a lot of smoke


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

I call out from the bucketline, "Good to see you're okay!"

I nod toward Mikal, "Say hello to the man who saved your life. Those goblins are a horrible menace!"


Male Orc VITALS: AC: 20, T: 11, FF: 19; HP: 12/12; F:4, R:1, W:-2;CMB +7; CMD 18; Init: +1 ; Perc:+3 Weapon Master 1 SKILLS: Acrobatics -13 (-17 to jump), Craft (weapons) +2, Knowledge (religion) -1, Perception +3 (+5 on sight based checks), Profession (teacher) +2

Wreck nods and helps the man to his feet

"Ragathiel help to save man. He good and generous!" he nods his head as he speaks

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"Oh my. Uh, please forgive my brashness. I...wasn't myself." He dusts himself off and begins to stand up.

"I suppose I owe you fine fellows a thank you, and you too miss. I am currently staying at the Rusty Dragon. Why don't you all come join me, be my guests? I hear the proprietor is quite the chef. I am a noble from Magnimmar, Lord Aldern Foxglove" he says as he bows formally.

"Thank you for intervening all my behalf. Now, if you'll excuse me, I should make my...way...back. Hmm. I don't suppose any of you would be up for escorting me back to the Rusty Dragon? If there are goblins still about, I would feel much more comfortable in your capable presence."


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

Is the fire-fighting finished?


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No, the fires still burn and likely will for several minutes but the goblins are no where in sight and the townsfolk have mobilized to fight the fires. You are welcome to continue assisting in the fire suppression efforts, escort Mr. Foxglove, or propose another course of action.


Male Dwarf Rogue(Unchained)1 | HP 11/11 | AC (20)16, Touch 13, Flatfooted 13 CMD 14 | Saves F 2, R 6, W 0 | Darkision; Perception +4, Sense Motive +0; Init +3 | Status: Normal

Gar doesn't pause as he passes along buckets, "I will raise a tankard to yer continued health gladly, but only after we get these fires under control. In an event, I would be surprised if Miss Amieko ain't working the buckets somewhere. The Rusty Dragon would be a lonely place I fear.


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

"You've had a brush with death, smoke won't do for air, sit tight and have a rest until you're ready to join the line."


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea pats the smoked man on the shoulder, and joins the bucket line


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

"Be happy to escort you there when the fires are lower and under control, but right now there are more pressing matters, sir, as there might be other people trapped by flames like you were." and with that, Mikal joins the nearest fire line.


Male Orc VITALS: AC: 20, T: 11, FF: 19; HP: 12/12; F:4, R:1, W:-2;CMB +7; CMD 18; Init: +1 ; Perc:+3 Weapon Master 1 SKILLS: Acrobatics -13 (-17 to jump), Craft (weapons) +2, Knowledge (religion) -1, Perception +3 (+5 on sight based checks), Profession (teacher) +2

"Help man back now. Out of danger. Then me rush back to help!" he nods and motions to the man if he may need to be carried
"Back strong. So no hurt. Maybe faster too"

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"Now hold on. Wait a minute. Surely we can help put out cough, cough some of these cough fires. I mean, if this beautiful young lady is willing to lend aid, surely we can too my large friend."

Aldern immediately follows along after Clea anxious to remain at her side. "Im sorry miss, I don't believe I caught your name. Please, you must join me for dinner. Now, now, I insist. I won't take no for an answer. Tomorrow night?"

His ramblings are interrupted as a bucket of water is handed to him, and then another and another. "What? Oh yes, of course. What, more? Are you serious? But I'm a noble. Perhaps someone with less delicate hands should be doing this work. I say, this is expensive silk my good man, do be careful."

Almost every time he's handed a bucket he has a comment. Typically about his stature or status or wealth, but he does try to assist with putting out the fires, the occasional coughing fit slipping out every now and again.

The bucket brigades go on for about half an hour. The work isn't difficult, but it is hard, back-breaking labor. Smoke still plumes into the sky but the fires rage no more. Aldern collapses to his knees, probably having worked harder in the last 30 minutes than the rest of his life.

"Can we...please..go to...the Rusty Dragon...now" he asks in labored breaths?


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

ask me again after the fires are out

Later
wreak could you help me help him to the inn?


Male Dwarf Rogue(Unchained)1 | HP 11/11 | AC (20)16, Touch 13, Flatfooted 13 CMD 14 | Saves F 2, R 6, W 0 | Darkision; Perception +4, Sense Motive +0; Init +3 | Status: Normal

Covered in grime, soot, and dried blood (not all of it his) Gar claps Aldern on the shoulder. "Aye, to the Rusty Dragon. I need to raise a few tankards in Miss Clea's honor as well."


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

"Yes, the fires seem to be out, the kobolds no longer rampaging the town... a bit of a respite and some food and drink sound like just the ticket."

Silver Crusade

male Tiefling Xylomancer 1 |HP: 6/6 | AC 18*, T 12, FF 16* |F 0, R +2, W +4 (+2 versus curses) |Darkvision 60 ft, Init +2, Perc +2 SM +2|CMB -1 CMD 11|8/8 Splintered Spears|Status: Normal

"Goblins," Henry politely corrects Mikal. "They've been a local nuisance for a very long time." He turns around and surveys the smoldering town, and a troubled look crosses his normally serene face. "But never like this."


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

"I'll be along shortly," Gyorgy starts to veer away from the group as they head to the Rusty Dragon, "I've just got to check on my cousins."

Heading quickly through the town, Gyorgy takes a few moments to tidy himself before pushing open Aunt Luba's door, "Hello! Everyone okay?"


Male Orc VITALS: AC: 20, T: 11, FF: 19; HP: 12/12; F:4, R:1, W:-2;CMB +7; CMD 18; Init: +1 ; Perc:+3 Weapon Master 1 SKILLS: Acrobatics -13 (-17 to jump), Craft (weapons) +2, Knowledge (religion) -1, Perception +3 (+5 on sight based checks), Profession (teacher) +2

Wreck has no difficulty helping with the bucket work. Easy times for what he was use to. Eventually when the man collapses. He chuckles from behind his mask "Nob man not work hard. Me take you back... climb on back. And we be off" he crouches down for the man to climb on

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hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

yes, I meant goblins... just a little brain fart there...

Mikal will accompany the party and their escorted nobleman to the rusty dragon.


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The walk to the Rusty Dragon only takes a few minutes, but it seems like longer. Numerous people come running up to shake hands and show their appreciation. Alma Avertin, the town baker comes rushing up carrying a loaf of fresh-baked bread and almost forces it into Henry's arms. "Please, take this. We owe you so much."

Cyrdak Drokkus hurries over and asks Gyorgy to audition for his next play. "Please, you simply must. Show these people your abilities in a different light. With those cheekbones, you'd be amazing. Trust me, I know talent when i see it."

A young boy runs up and passes a folded note to Wreck. The note reads Come by Savah's Armory for a 20% discount. Just present this letter.

Arriving at the Rusty Dragon does not curtail the cheering or deter people from showing up with gifts. In fact, almost as soon as the door opens those gathered start cheering. "Hooray for the heroes of Sandpoint!"

Ameiko quickly walks over, trying to hush the crowd as she moves. "Come in, come in. Don't by shy, and don't let these louts scare you. They may by uglier than goblins, but they're not quite as mean" she says with a grin on her face. Several of the patrons erupt into laughter although a few share looks of concern. Much finger pointing ensues and more jokes are made while two boys roll a barrel of ale out from behind the bar.

"Fetch our heroes some clean glasses." One of the boys hustles back as ordered while the other begins to tap the barrel.

"Please, enjoy. I'll put the fire on and start cooking. Sit. Relax. The guards seem to have the gates locked down so the biggest thing you have to worry about now is toasts, and maybe a hangover." She gives a big smile before heading back to the kitchen to start dinner.


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

Mikal will relax and enjoy the drink and when it arrives, the food as well. "Thank you so much, I'm just glad the gates are now locked and the threat seems to be over. Let's drink to that, eh?" And he raises his glass and toasts the end of today's threat... though he knows it might not be completely over, he doesn't want to dampen anyone else's mood with that thought.


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea blushes at the attention
please we did only the right thing.

Silver Crusade

male Tiefling Xylomancer 1 |HP: 6/6 | AC 18*, T 12, FF 16* |F 0, R +2, W +4 (+2 versus curses) |Darkvision 60 ft, Init +2, Perc +2 SM +2|CMB -1 CMD 11|8/8 Splintered Spears|Status: Normal

Henry smiles and takes a bite of bread.


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

Gyorgy blushes at Cyrdak's comments and tried to avoid meeting peoples' gaze.
"I, um... yeah, so, um... I'm just..."

Many-Faced, can I assume things are all good at home, or will we explore that?


Male Orc VITALS: AC: 20, T: 11, FF: 19; HP: 12/12; F:4, R:1, W:-2;CMB +7; CMD 18; Init: +1 ; Perc:+3 Weapon Master 1 SKILLS: Acrobatics -13 (-17 to jump), Craft (weapons) +2, Knowledge (religion) -1, Perception +3 (+5 on sight based checks), Profession (teacher) +2

Wreck takes the note and turns it around a few times. Then goes to one of his new companions(Clea), one can hear embarrassment in his voice as he whispers to her
"Not read good... what paper say?"

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Male Dwarf Rogue(Unchained)1 | HP 11/11 | AC (20)16, Touch 13, Flatfooted 13 CMD 14 | Saves F 2, R 6, W 0 | Darkision; Perception +4, Sense Motive +0; Init +3 | Status: Normal

Gar takes his mug and drains it in a single beard-drenching motion "BRaaaaaP". He wipes his blood and grime covered arm across his smiling face and beard to clear the foam off. "Ah. That takes the edge off from clobbering those Gobos. Another pint just might clear the smoke from me lungs."

"What you got there big guy? Gar looks at the legible note, then up at the warrior, and finally back to the note. "Ah, well, it is smudged quite a bit." Gar makes a show over smoothing the parchment, "I recognize Savah's name here. This is for a discount at his Armory here in town. Good selection, weapons too. He must have seen you being swarmed by those vermin...AND LAYING THEM LOW." Gar adds the last part in a loud voice to make sure everyone was aware of the abuse the masked man(?) went through.

Gar hands the note back and holds out his hand, "I didn't catch your name when we shouted out introductions during the fight. I'm Gar Duncrick, I work as a shipwright in the shipyard. Henry here, with his magics that I was unaware of, is a local. Gyorgy I have seen around, usually during theater season if I am correct, and his magics are a surprise as well. I take you for a visitor Big Guy, like Mikal, correct? With his blade and magic...that just seems showing off. And then Miss Clea a blessed devote of Desna, a wanderer as well?"


Male Orc VITALS: AC: 20, T: 11, FF: 19; HP: 12/12; F:4, R:1, W:-2;CMB +7; CMD 18; Init: +1 ; Perc:+3 Weapon Master 1 SKILLS: Acrobatics -13 (-17 to jump), Craft (weapons) +2, Knowledge (religion) -1, Perception +3 (+5 on sight based checks), Profession (teacher) +2

He takes the note. Looks at it, then at the small person before he answers
"Wreck... is names Wreck. Yes. Greetings... that is nice way to greet others? Travel? Talk about the great Ragathiel. Save Wreck... Wreck now talk about him. Great. And saving of peoples!" the sound behind the mask is that of adoration and reverance.
He looks at note again "So is giving of piece of paper and is paying less? Yes. Thanking you good"

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@ Gyorgy - Yes, everything at home is fine and everyone is safe.


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

Arriving just in time to hear his name, Gyorgy slips into a seat at the group's table, "Oh, Clea and I are distant cousins."
Gyorgy flashes a grin at Clea, hoping she appreciates the Varisian in-joke.
"My aunt and cousins pretty mch missed the whole thing. They can't be alone, a lot of people ar hearing details by word-of-mouth." Gyorgy shakes his head good-humouredly, "By tomorrow we'll be dragon-slayers; by the end of the month we'll have chased off a few hungy foxes."
"Seriously though, does anyone know anything about goblins? Why did they attack the festival?"

Silver Crusade

male Tiefling Xylomancer 1 |HP: 6/6 | AC 18*, T 12, FF 16* |F 0, R +2, W +4 (+2 versus curses) |Darkvision 60 ft, Init +2, Perc +2 SM +2|CMB -1 CMD 11|8/8 Splintered Spears|Status: Normal

This looks like a job for...

...Knowledge (Local)!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

good point: knowledge, local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

Goblins are a DC 6 knowledge (local) check so Gyorgy know one piece of information and Henry recalls three.

The facial paintings of these goblins identify them as Licktoads, but these Licktoads are better trained than your average goblin. They use breakable weapons which they seem to excel at stabbing people with and breaking the weapons off in the wounds. While most goblins use numbers to their advantage, it is extremely rare for them to attack a populated structure like Sandpoint, especially when obviously outnumbered. Someone or something seems to have organized them and set them loose on the town.


hp 11/11; AC 13 t13 f10; F 4, R 3, W 2; bab 0 +3 melee +3 range; cmb 0 cmd 13; init +3; perc +4; sm +0; low-light and darkvsn; arc pool 4/4 male half-elf magus/1
skills:
craft: alchemy 10, escape 3, fly 3, kn arcane 8, kn dung. 7, know local 4, know history 5, perc 4, perform: dance 2, ride 3, spellcraft 10, umd 5

know local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"They sure didn't act like normal goblins... too well-organized and attacking a fortified town is not their normal behavior. Someone is stirring them up or leading them."

"Aye, I am most recently a traveler from Magnimar, but I stopped to visit my sister who lives here... Perhaps you've heard of her - Lhiannon Karoly? the actress at the Sandpoint Theatre? Anyway, I decided to stay for the opening ceremony at the cathedral and it seems to have been fortuitous that I did, since I was able to help you all deal with goblins and fires as a result. I'm glad I was here to help!"


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea explains the note to wreak.

all varsians are cousins, if you look hard enough. I don't know much about goblins, but these seemed quite savage.

She sips her drink, and looks at the others. we work well together. Maybe we could find out about these goblins, and who and whatever is behind them the same way.


Curse of the Crimson Throne Roll20

The crowd in the Rusty Dragon thins out relatively quickly but not until after several rounds have been consumed. As promised, Ameiko serves plate after plate of delicious food. The toasts ring out for hours before most of the patrons end up stumbling home drunk. Those that remain pass out in the common room.

Throughout the evening, Lord Foxglove is present and constantly by Clea's side. He goes on and on about himself and his noble family for as long as anyone will listen. The man certainly likes to hear himself talk. Eventually he begins to ask Clea questions about herself.

"Such a lovely lady. Tell me, where do you come from? I don't know that I've seen you in town before. Do you have business here?"

True to her word, Ameiko escorts everyone to her finest rooms once people begin to retire. The rooms are not large or extravagant, but they are comfortable. The furniture is well-made and the beds are a welcome sight after such a lengthy day. Sleep almost comes too quickly.

In the morning, Ameiko is up and preparing breakfast before anyone else. While eating, the main door is flung open and Father Zantus along with Sheriff Hemlock enter. They immediately approach those that have gathered.

"It seems that during the goblin raid, someone entered the burial vault of Ezakien Tobyn, the town's previous priest. I don't know anything beyond that really. Well, there were footprints outside of the door. I did not dare to enter alone. I informed the Sheriff and he seemed to think that maybe you could investigate. The vault is in the Boneyard, near the Cathedral."


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Clea tells lord foxglove about her past as a wanderer in her family's caravan, then afer a time excuses herself, saying she must pray.

The next morning
Upon hearing about the tomb, clea says i wonder if this was why the goblins attacked
She is agreeable to searching thd tomb for clues


Male Dwarf Rogue(Unchained)1 | HP 11/11 | AC (20)16, Touch 13, Flatfooted 13 CMD 14 | Saves F 2, R 6, W 0 | Darkision; Perception +4, Sense Motive +0; Init +3 | Status: Normal

Between shoveling in dripping spoonfuls of stout and eggs Gar speaks up, "What the Gobos want with churches and crypts? They got free pickings down on Junk Beach. I could see them breaking in here to the Dragon to get at the food and beer, but dusty stones... unless it's gold. The dead get decked out in a lot of it."


Male Human (Varisian) Bard 1 HP 10/10 | AC 15/11/14 | CMD 12 | saves F+2 R+2 W+3 | Vision: Perception +5, Sense Motive +1; Init +5 | Status: Normal

During the night, Gyorgy accepts a room, not knowing how to refuse, and then slips out to return to Luba's house.
He wakes early, rattles through the chores, leaves a note and gets back to the inn before anyone noticed he has been gone.


female human cleric| HP 09/09 | AC 17, Touch 12, Flatfooted 15 CMD 00 | Saves F 3, R 0, W 7 | Vision; Perception +5, Sense Motive +4; Init +4 | Status: Normal
current spells:
bless

Yes, but it was sugested yesterday that the attack was well organised for goblins. Perhaps the mastermind of the attack used them as a distraction

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