Thron's Rise of the Runelords Campaign

Game Master Thron

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Male Dhampir Monk (hungry ghost) 7 / Cleric of Zon-Kuthon 3
Stats:
[HP 74/74 | AC 21 (T 19 | FF 16) CMD 25 | +11 F +13 R +13 W | Init +6 | Perc: +11

His ragged little tricorn pulled low over his brow, Morythine Ettes cuts a nondescript figure in black as he moves through the fair, trying his best to remain in the territory of the long morning shadows.

The autumn festival is of little import, just like this little town. The name of the place keeps slipping his mind. Sandpit? Sam’s Pint? Sandpoint … are yes, that’s it. Just another stop on a road whose destination is quite subordinate to its start point. It didn’t matter what was in front of him, only that Galt, the Gray Gardeners, and his vengeful mother remained firmly behind him.

Nonetheless, the explosion of butterflies does catch Morythine’s attention as Father Zantus releases the thousands of swallowtails into the sky. The pale-skinned figure watches curiously as a couple settle on his tunic, the iridescence of their wings in glittering contrast to the black material. His attention is garnered further though when he notices another butterfly flutteringly weakly on the cobbles before him. The cramped conditions of its confinement within the wagon have shredded its wings to uselessness. In abject fascination, Morythine crouches down and watches the thrashing and twitching of the delicate insect, paying no mind at all to the merry-makers bustling about him.

Eventually though, the swallowtail expires, and Morythine wanders on. He can’t help noticing how light his belt purse feels as it swings from his belt. As he continues to idly weave his way through the shadier parts of the square, he keeps an ear out for any word of how to make a few easy coins.

I’m figuring the gathering by the kebab stand is getting quite busy, so Morythine will avoid it for now, but might engage another PC in conversation should one pass by. I’m travelling for the next few days, so I may not get many opportunities to post here initially.


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom, oblivious to almost being run into, or anything else, continues to stare at the fireworks wagon, and the now half-dozen sparklers set into it's side, all raining down pretty bits of fire.

"With fire...." He repeats, somewhat leadenly as someone asks him about fire.


perception: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (18) - 3 = 15
Loupe jumps backwards
"Sorry kid, didn't see you! Hey - you're a goblin, right? Where are you from?" his eyes turn to follow Ravboom's over to the firework stall
"Aw! Fireworks!" he does some quick maths in his head, reaches into his pouch and gets some coins then hands them to Ravboom 5/3=1gp, 6sp, 6 cp
"Here you go, go see if you can get a Star Candle"


HP 148, Luck 20, Panache 6, AC 48 (T 28, F 34) CMD 40 | F+18 R+28 W+19 (+5 6/day charmed life, +2 vs fear)| evasion, improved + uncanny dodge, reroll (save 1/day + any 1/scene) | Per+27 | Init+12

Stepping back a bit from the goblin and the fireworks cart (but keeping one eye on the goblin and the other on this mysterious foreigner) she replies to the Shoanti and the Talking D-- no stop that, he just said his name, Eugeni, and he seems quite sweet actually.

”Eugeni, I’m Zoli. I’ve seen you in town before but never met you. And I see you follow Erasti.” Zoli smiles, fishes in her pocket, and flips a 3”-long charm in the air: a tiny iron shortsword with three notches in it. ”My heart belongs first to Chaldira Zuzaristan (may her luck always overflow) and of course to her soul-sister Desna...but Old Deadeye gets some love too.” She holds a hand out to shake his. Hmmm, his fur’s so soft!

Helgarr wrote:
"Well met Zoli - I am Helgarr, you are a... Budding Explorer of Great Ruins?"

To the Shoanti, ”Well met indeed, and yes! I’ve decided to stop just reading old plays, and to get out and touch the past myself! (Though the classics really are hard to beat, and I think everyone owes it to themselves to read The Merchant of Shalast and King Xin in the original Thassilonian. We're so lucky to live in the very land where such great and terrible events occurred!) I had my first small success just last month,” she says breathlessly, ”I found this ancient Thassilonian relic in one of the minor ruins Southwest along the Lost Coast.” She taps the oversized, chipped red lacquered button in her hair with obvious pride.

Silver Crusade

LG Female Human (Ulfen/Kellid (Sarkoris) Mix) Fighter 2/Cavalier (Emissary) 1 [HP: 28/28 | AC 20 (13 T | 17 FF) CMD 20 (17 FF) | F: +7 R: +3 W: +0 (+1 vs. fear) | Init +3 | Perc: +7

Kala is a little more at ease after listening to the conversation for a while. While the presence of the goblin and the gnoll-like thing is still strange, they don't seem to be a threat, and the talk of Sczarni has also died down.

With the approach of a few more newcomers, Kala decides she may as well pass the time with talk, and walks up to the group and says, "Well met, I am Kala Steelheart, can anyone tell me what this festival is?"


Hit Points: 21/23;
Stats:
AC: 12/12-t/10-ff | CMD 14 | Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +4 | Init +2 | Per +5 (Crichton Per +12)

Grinning broadly down to the keen eared halfling, Xamarath nods and then gestures with an exaggerated motion towards the bizarre fashion that comprises his robes and clothing. "Indeed, my friend, I am not from Absalom at all. Nor hail I from Avistan, if you must know. The whole of Golarion is an enigma to me, I'm afraid, much as I am enigma to it." Though with far less practice than Zoli, the wizard seems to be attempting to add a bit of dramatic flare to his explanation.

"From distant lands hail I, beyond mountain, sea, and star. Where wizards rule by staff and will; spell and dweomer; politic and scheme! It is a thriving place not terribly unlike your Thassilon of old, I am told. Tattooed masters of the arcane, arcane dabblers lifted high above the rabble, delving into secrets many think better left untouched upon shelves. Masters of their craft, one and all, though ever plotting to dethrone one another through nefarious deed and beurocratic creed. It is of the Magocracy of Thay that I speak—built upon the glory of Thaymount. A paradise for those with a talent for నేత. A brutal place for those without."

Hoping to enthrall those arrayed with a bit of speech in his homeland's common tongue, Xamarath continues in a manner that belies a poetic touch:

    "గాడ్స్ మరియు నక్షత్రాలు అలైక్ భూమి మరియు సముద్ర పడుట పేరు
    కేవలం మేఘాలు దాటి ఇంటికి కొత్త సంఖ్యలను తలెత్తి
    హర్పెర్స్ సంగీతం కాదు, కానీ ప్రమాదకరమైన అబద్ధం ఎదిగి ఎక్కడ
    మరియు రాజులు డ్రాగన్ ఖండించారు కిరీటం, విడిగా అద్దెకు ఉంటాయి
    "

"I come from Faerun, my dear. A world far from here that I hope to return to some day. But that can wait. For now, I hope to avail myself to the delicious offerings of this fine festival." As if to punctuate the claim with a display of truth, he extends a hand to one of the skewered venison offerings and consumes rather noisily the first bit of meat his mouth encounters. Then, speaking around the meal he's still actively consuming, Xamarath continues, "Truth be told, I am sworn to secrecy. The Masters of the Grand Lodge insisted I sign some documents promising I would not disclose in detail any of the facts surrounding my being here. But speaking even more honestly, I have so little damns to give about what they want or intend—I think I'd rather like to see them confounded when rumors of the star-traveler from Thay make their way back to Absalom. The look on Aram Zey's face alone would be worth the endeavoring to deny their wishes."

At Eugeni's observation, Xamarath's face is again split by a smile. "A keen nose for a keen hunter, I suppose. Indeed, in addition to a few other choice ingredients, cinnamon figures prominently into my bouquet. Is it too much, then? I prefer smelling nice to the alternative, but I don't want to seem a nancy by any means. I'm afraid I have yet to fully master the customs and societal implications of these places. For example, there would typically be an annoying bird perched on my shoulder here deriding everything around me with his foul speech and unwanted observations, but I did not know if such things were socially acceptable. Although, I see now that another is doing just that without repercussion. A pity."

Turning once more to Zoli, Xamarath intones with practiced ease, "Друг кој зборува на јазикот на грешниците? Сте полни со изненадувања себе, мислам!"

Thassilonian:
"Another who speaks the language of sinners? You are full of surprises yourself, I think!"


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom's attention finally wavers from the fireworks stall, and turns to look at the coins being offered. The small gobby draws himself up, looking agrieved. "Ravboom no need charity! Ravboom no beggar. Ravboom have money from killing scorpions and giant snakes!" The small gobby moves around to the front of the wagon, and climbs up the front of it until he's holding on to the open counter, startling the owner of the wagon who jumps backwards inside the wagon with an oath invoking 3 gods, 2 goddesses, and one demon.

While holding on precariously with one hand, the goblin digs into his belt pouch and pulls out two shiny gold pieces. "Ravboom take firey fire candle, and firey fire sticks that have fire doing firey fire..." He trails off, and grimaces. "Stupid big people talk, no have right words, only have one word for fire. Stupid. Want that, and those!" He finally points to the roman candle and a batch of sparklers. He drops the two coins on the counter. "Need shorter wagon!" He complains.


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

Alina paused on the edge of the festival grounds and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she looked at the chaotic sight before her. People wondered haphazardly through a maze of stalls full of vendors and their wares. Food and drink were being distributed to whomever free of charge and none and nobody seemed to find the sight odd at all.

“Were not in Cheliax anymore, Jobo.” She smiled at the small brown squirrel on her shoulder. “What do you say we see how friendly these northerners are?” And with that she allowed herself to be swept along with the crowd, following it wherever it lead. Several people tried to strike up a conversation with her as she passed them by but she politely continued on her way. It wasn’t that she didn’t find their attentions unwanted, but stopping to talk, flirt, eat, or drink all required her to stop exploring. For this occasion she’d decided to wear the mantel of social butterfly and float from sight to sight and linger nowhere. At least that was the plan before she came upon a group of the most… eclectic group of people she’d seen.

The sight of several people and a slave standing around a meat wagon talking to what appeared to be a two-legged dog while another human attempted to give a goblin fireworks stopped Alina cold. Randomly reaching out and gently grabbing a passing young man she asked with none of her normal tact, “Do they normally let monsters in town?”


Current Status:
HP 55/63; DR: 4/8; Initiative +2; AC/Touch/FF 21/12/20; Fort/Ref/Will 9/4/6 (+4 morale bonus vs. spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities while raging; +2 resistance vs. evil) ; CMD 24; Perception +8
|| Raging (controlled): 9/12
Zoli Tileani wrote:

To the Shoanti, ”Well met indeed, and yes! I’ve decided to stop just reading old plays, and to get out and touch the past myself! (Though the classics really are hard to beat, and I think everyone owes it to themselves to read The Merchant of Shalast and King Xin in the original Thassilonian. We're so lucky to live in the very land where such great and terrible events occurred!) I had my first small success just last month,” she says breathlessly, ”I found this ancient Thassilonian relic in one of the minor ruins Southwest along the Lost Coast.” She taps the oversized, chipped red lacquered button in her hair with obvious pride.

Helgarr curiously observes the button with undisguised curiosity, while she comments - "How do you know this is a Thassilonian relic?"

Kala Steelheart wrote:

Kala is a little more at ease after listening to the conversation for a while. While the presence of the goblin and the gnoll-like thing is still strange, they don't seem to be a threat, and the talk of Sczarni has also died down.

With the approach of a few more newcomers, Kala decides she may as well pass the time with talk, and walks up to the group and says, "Well met, I am Kala Steelheart, can anyone tell me what this festival is?"

I would answer that, but I am not sure how much exactly our characters know :D


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Having extended and looped the piece well beyond any possible intent the composer might have considered, Marko wraps it up as he moves to the amazingly large cask of ale. As the woman serving offers him a mug, he smiles "Why, yes, thank you, ma'am!"

He takes a sip to test the flavor before following it up with a long pull, just after stepping out of the way of the service. Once he's quenched the immediate thirst, he glances around to see if anything has changed notably since he passed this way on his last lap. The sparklers, naturally, catch his eye, and anyone watching him see him hesitate, a relaxed smile spreading under his dark beard before he start moving towards the cart.

He stops, blinks a couple of times, and points at the cart with the hand holding his fiddle and bow. "Should there be a goblin in the fireworks cart? No, SERIOUSLY! There's a GOBLIN in the FIREWORKS CART."

How could I let that one go by?


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17

"Be right back guys," Eugeni says, smiling to all his new friends. He dodges nimbly between all the members of the newly gathered group, extricating himself without bumping into anyone. Pulling a waterskin from his pack, he makes his way to a large barrel of wheat beer and fills the skin. That venison is good, but it leaves a man thirsty for sure. He weaves back through the crowd to the White Deer's stand. He first assures the bearded fiddler who is worried about Ravboom, "Don't worry sir, he seems to be harmless. He's a monster hunter." Then Eugeni replies to Zoli, "Yes, I've seen you around too Zoli. Nice to finally meet you! I'm glad to hear you pay respects to Old Deadeye. That certainly is a lovely pin. Did you have any trouble retrieving it?"

After satisfying the rules of propriety, he turns to the true object of his curiosity, the red wizard. "No, the cinnamon smell is not too much. Like I said, you smell like something tasty...a pie perhaps? But who cares about pie? There are people on other worlds!? Tell me more, please! What about people like me, have you seen any of them?"


The Varisian stands slack-jawed, his one hand still pointing at the fireworks wagon, his other holding his ale. After about four heartbeats, he manages to speak. "Monster hunter? And YOU? What kinda place is this?"


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

The fiddler's exclamation answered Alina's question before the already forgotten young man could. Monsters, or at least goblins, were not an everyday occurrence here nor was giving them fireworks to play with. That revelation however did not keep the situation before her from growing even more bizarre by the moment.

Watching in fascination Alina wondered what in this situation was the most unbelievable: a man offering to buy fireworks for a goblin; the goblin refusing charity (if such folly could be called charity) and trying to buy the fireworks himself; a wolf man chatting nonchalantly with the locals (don't they know lycanthropes are contagious?); the wolf-man telling the apparently only other sane person in the crowd that the goblin was a harmless monster hunter and then going and telling another man he smelled tasty; or the fact that only one other person in the area was disturbed by the matter. It was a wonder Sandport was still standing if they allowed man eating monsters to roam about and handed out explosives to goblins.

Then it hit her. This was a farce, some sort of acting troop putting on an impromptu performance for the crowd's enjoyment. Relief rushed through her as she began to giggle and applaud the actors. "You all are wonderful. Will you be performing any of the plays later in the day? I dare say with acting such as this, your regular show must be quite a sight. Bravo!"

Then forgetting herself she approached the child in goblin costume with a probing finger. "Who does your costumes? Are they magically enhanced? I don't see any seams."


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

The man in the fireworks cart looks at the goblin, the money, the fireworks, and back again. Nervously he puts the requested items on the counter, and begins to count out the 2 silver and 3 copper change. "You.. you're uhm, change... er... sir..."

The goblin is about to say something, when the fiddler makes rude comments at him, looking over his shoulder, the gobby growls at the fiddler. "Fire man keep change. Ravboom need beat someone polite." The goblin takes the fireworks on the counter, and drops to the ground, he puts the fireworks away into the backpack.

He's about to open his mouth to tell the fiddler off when the not-gnoll comes to his defense. He's not used to that, and it shocks the gobby into silence. So instead, he's still standing there looking at the not-gnoll when some strange human comes up and tugs on his ear.

The gobby reacts with a growl and snaps at her finger with his teeth, his mouth opens very wide and shows off row after row of triangular shark like teeth that just narrowly miss the woman's fingers. "No touch Ravboom stupid human! Ravboom not want kill at festival, but will if pull ear again!" The goblin yells at the woman.


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17
hustonj wrote:
The Varisian stands slack-jawed, his one hand still pointing at the fireworks wagon, his other holding his ale. After about four heartbeats, he manages to speak. "Monster hunter? And YOU? What kinda place is this?"

"This, is, SANDPOINT!" Eugeni growls, lurching at the man with claws raised before stopping up short and laughing. "It's just a town man. I've never met Ravboom before, but I live in the forest near here. Have done for as long as I can remember."


Male Half-Elf Ninja/2 HP:12/12 Init +1; Senses Perception +6 AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 Fort +0, Ref +4, Will +1

Varius shows and amused smile as he watches all the commotion. He takes mental notes on the way people are acting to the goblin and furry man. It seems I was wrong in thinking seeing things like this was common in this town. Varius walks up to the goblin and woman having overheard them.

Goblin:
"I think she mistook you as a kid in a costume. A goblin and that Fury man aren't common sights in other towns. So i can see why she would draw that conclusion."

He then turns towards the woman with a smirk. "It would appear it isn't a costume and i think it would be most wise to give him some space before he makes good on his threat.


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

The gobby looks up at the next new human to approach him, and it's obvious the gobby is not used to crowds. "Not child, furry man a not-gnoll. No see her drawing..." He responds to the goblin in common, then turns to the woman. "МОЖЕТЕ ДА НЕ докоснете ОТНОВО! ТЪП!"

Goblin:
"YOU NO TOUCH AGAIN! STUPID!"

Just about pushed to his edge, the goblin moves back to the fireworks wagon, and begins climbing up the outside of it.

Climb: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

It takes the gobby a bit to worm his way to the top, but then the goblin sits on the edge of the wagon, his legs hanging off, boots thumping the side on occasion. He looks much calmer away from the crowd.


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

Alina screamed and snatched her hand back in surprise just before the maw of razor sharp teeth snapped shut where her fingers were. The threat that followed went unnoticed by the startled woman who was at that moment assuring herself she still had all her digits. Upon being satisfied she as intact and in no danger of rabies, she nodded to the half-elf who'd interjected himself on her behalf.

"Thank you, Sir." She said while still rubbing her hand and watching the nasty little goblin climb into the wagon. "I'm afraid I'm not used to seeing such crea... um beings out on the streets. The northern frontiers appear to be..." She paused as she tried to find a kind way to say Sandpoint was less civilized than she what she was accustomed to. "Well it's quite different than home. Is it... is it common for non-humanoids to roam the streets?"


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom looks down at Alina, and barks a laugh. "Ravboom speak better human than human do. Human Oyd mean 'have two arm have two leg have one head be walk upright'. Not mean 'have skin color of maggot and personality match'." The goblin laughs, holding out his arms and legs to show he has them. "Ravboom be Human Oyd, not-gnoll be Human Oyd. Be very prissy be human, think human be perfect. Human be Goblin Oyd. Human have head have two legs have two arms make fire."


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17

Eugeni cocks one eyebrow at Alina. "Is it common to be so racist down south? Who you callin' non-humanoid?"

Ignorant ass city folk...


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

I'm treating this as a failed diplomacy check with respect to Ravboom and Eugeni which activates Alina's drawback for a hour.

Rebuked on both sides by the goblin and wolfman, Alina found herself feeling terribly alone and suddenly unsure of herself. Shrinking inside herself the woman began toeing the ground and hugged herself protectively. Almost simultaneously with her change in demeanor Alina's clothing began to change as well. Her long green shoulderless gown with its richly gold embroidery grew dark and gray and began wrapping itself about her. The skirt pulled itself into two equal halves that entwined themselves about her legs to form a pair of tight black britches. Meanwhile the top of the dress crept over her shoulders and down her arms to form a blue blouse over which a black vest formed. Even her slippers changed from soft stylish footwear into thick leather boots. The new outfit like the young witch wasn't unflattering but neither was it as elegant as before.

"I ummm meant no offense. I just..." Stumbling over her words she grew more embarrassed and wished for nothing more than to have stayed in her room this morning. "I've never met anything like you... two. I mean the stories..." Frowning she decided they might not be too keen on hearing how werewolves and goblins were often tales told to frighten little kids.

Finally not knowing what else to say she shrugged and said, "I'm sorry I pulled your ear."


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom tilts his head at the human, not used to being apologized to. His ears flick forward, backward, up and down, and twitch as he studies her. "UHm, Ok. Ravboom no hurt for it." The gobby finally responds, sounding confused and off balance. Obviously not used to accepting apologies either.


Male Half-Elf Ninja/2 HP:12/12 Init +1; Senses Perception +6 AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 Fort +0, Ref +4, Will +1

Varius feeling that the woman didn't mean what she said, and knowing how hard it can be adjusting to a new setting, If you haven't been trained to do so, once again speaks up. " I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it and try to look at it from her view. Goblins aren't commonly seen roaming cities and I have to say I haven't seen anyone like you before sir. So image her shock as she shes both in a new town she just arrived in" Varius gives a polite smile as addresses both.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

He turns towards the woman. "Perhaps you would like to join in for a drink. Ravboom was kind enough to tell me where we can acquire some." Varius slightly bows as he extends a hand.


HP 148, Luck 20, Panache 6, AC 48 (T 28, F 34) CMD 40 | F+18 R+28 W+19 (+5 6/day charmed life, +2 vs fear)| evasion, improved + uncanny dodge, reroll (save 1/day + any 1/scene) | Per+27 | Init+12
Helgarr wrote:
Helgarr curiously observes the button with undisguised curiosity, while she comments - "How do you know this is a Thassilonian relic?"

The young halfling’s face shines with excitement. ”That’s an excellent question of course. And excellent questions deserve stories."

"A half day’s walk Southwest of here, along the cliffs of the Lost Coast stands what’s left of a Thassilonian ruin. If you’ve never been to one it really cannot be missed: there’s a sense of the alien that permeates the place.” At alien she nods slightly toward Xanarath. ”What it’s purpose was is a matter of debate, because four fifths of it has long since slid into the sea. What’s left requires a delicate climb to get to. Despite all of that it’s been looted many times over the centuries since the fall of Thassilon. Or rather, most of it has been!”

She pauses for drama, taking a sip of her mead. ”The back side is just a sheer drop into the sea...but one day last month I noticed a crack that began 20’ down the face. The wind did her best to whip me off to the rocks below, but I managed to scale down there. It was no wider than this,” she says, holding her hands ten inches apart. ”After few false starts I was able to worm my way into it, and what did I discover? A small room, or rather a corner of one, since most was buried in rubble. It was mostly bare, but as I sifted through the rubble Chaldira Zuzaristan led my eye to a glimpse of red.” With that she taps the button she has pinned in her hair.

Zoli takes on a faux-skeptical tone and asks, ”Yes, but how can one be sure that this is Thassilonian, even if it were found in such a spot? What if some other equally intrepid explorer simply dropped it there?”

Pausing for another drink, she answers her own query. ”Another good question. If you bend down to look closely, you’ll see that the design is quite unusual. Note the seven button holes, and the tapered bead around the lip. That’s classic Thassilonian design. Furthermore, do you see that the red lacquer is chipped in two places? Look beneath. This button is made of neither wood nor metal, but horn...or rather tusk

The halfling smiles and waits for realization to settle in. ’But surely not?’, you ask! But yes, I believe it is. This button was carved from none other than the tusk of an oliphaunt, the likes of which has not been seen in Varisia for centuries!”


HP 148, Luck 20, Panache 6, AC 48 (T 28, F 34) CMD 40 | F+18 R+28 W+19 (+5 6/day charmed life, +2 vs fear)| evasion, improved + uncanny dodge, reroll (save 1/day + any 1/scene) | Per+27 | Init+12
Xamarath Fingoth wrote:

"Truth be told, I am sworn to secrecy. The Masters of the Grand Lodge insisted I sign some documents promising I would not disclose in detail any of the facts surrounding my being here. But speaking even more honestly, I have so little damns to give about what they want or intend—I think I'd rather like to see them confounded when rumors of the star-traveler from Thay make their way back to Absalom. The look on Aram Zey's face alone would be worth the endeavoring to deny their wishes."

Turning once more to Zoli, Xamarath intones with practiced ease, "Друг кој зборува на јазикот на грешниците? Сте полни со изненадувања себе, мислам!"

Nodding at the red mage, Zoli replies, "Друг кој зборува на јазикот на грешниците? Сте полни со изненадувања себе, мислам!"

Then returning to the common tongue she adds, "You've traveled from a star? Truly? And sworn to secrecy as well? How terribly exciting! You must share a story of your own!”

Thassilonian:
Oh, but how bleak would life be without the joy of reading Shakespeare in his original tongue?


Hit Points: 21/23;
Stats:
AC: 12/12-t/10-ff | CMD 14 | Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +4 | Init +2 | Per +5 (Crichton Per +12)
Eugeni Silva wrote:
...After satisfying the rules of propriety, he turns to the true object of his curiosity, the red wizard. "No, the cinnamon smell is not too much. Like I said, you smell like something tasty...a pie perhaps? But who cares about pie? There are people on other worlds!? Tell me more, please! What about people like me, have you seen any of them?"

"People aplenty, of as many variations as can be found here and without. I confess I'm not entirely sure what you are. While I understand how the uninitiated might see you as a gnoll, you lack far too many characteristics to land you among their number. Yep. Stumped. Did not your parents or people inform you of their beginnings? Or, perhaps you have been ostracized or separated prematurely without explanation? My apologies if so—no offense intended."

Xamarath pauses in consideration for a moment, regarding the various questions flying and flitting about the gathering with a rapidly waning interest. Eventually his eyes settle on the heavily armored Ulfen woman on the fringes of the growing congregation. It seems her question has been mostly lost to the din of commotion—understandable given the participants. Attempting to head off any irritation, and perhaps work towards affording himself a peek at what matter of beauty or curvature said armors concealed, Xamarath nonchalantly shifts his way to stand beside the stall and introduce himself.

"This is the Swallowtail Festival, if I am not butchering the pronunciation," he begins, knowing full and well his words are formed perfectly. "You've got the look of a warrior about you, if you don't mind an obvious remark on my part. And given the nature of your question, I might rest assured in assuming you are from elsewhere. At any rate, Xamarath Alastir Fingoth greets you humbly and warmly, and welcome you to share in my recounting of glorious exploits with my new friend Zoli."

"Now then, a story for the ages, to impress the beautiful entourage that gathers before the shadow of deer long slain..." Feigning apprehension and consideration as his right hand strokes his goatee thoughtfully, he pretends to settle finally on a tale. "Though not a story of my own, this tale was passed to me by progenitor and family—more specifically, my father Erasmus and Uncle Xander: The Brothers Fingoth!"

Clearing his throat to begin the tale truly, Xamarath draws the cape of his robes about himself with his left hand, the right assuming a high and wide poise to beggar further attention from those standing around him. "This is a tale of retribution upon retribution! From the fabled lands of Chessenta in the grand city of Cimbar, thieves most foul with knives of fire colluded to exact upon The Brothers Fingoth a most heavy toll. Hired by those gravely humiliated to visit the same to the Thayan brothers in turn, they were caught unawares in Cimbar! But my father Erasmus was a clever and wily wizard, even in his yesteryears. Invoking powers to conceal himself from their prying fingers, he eluded these scoundrels—these Fire Knives. Uncle Xander was not so fortunate. Stripped of all valuables and hauled away as prisoner, the thieves performed well their task. But not well enough, of course."

"The wounded pride of a Thayan is a terrible end left loose. Doubly so when a thief absconds with the twin brother of a full fledged Red Wizard! Stealing his way into the headquarters of the thieves guild, Erasmus Fingoth outwitted and outmaneuvered all of their number in one brilliant stroke. After securing the location of both brother and belongings, he worked enchantments most devious, forcing thieves most veteran to release and assist in Xander's release. Bending the rules of reality around themselves as one might don a cloak, the pair stepped from prison to entrance in a single bound. And though Erasmus counseled retreat, Xander's ire was truly a terror to contend with."

Xamarath grins widely, uttering an arcane incantation as his fingers trace subdued patterns in the air before him. His gaze lifts once more to meet that of his audience. "Turning to face the same stairwell that led to his former prison, the Brothers Fingoth defied an underground empire numbering but two strong. Rage-fueled revenge came swiftly and mercilessly, as Xander exhausted every spell, every arcane reservoir in his possession into the thief-clogged tunnels that stretched before them. Great eruptions and quakes rocked the very foundations of the city, each bringing about the end of another soul so foolish as to challenge the might of those born of the Thaymount. Now, listen closely," Xander leans in himself, his voice little more than a loud whisper, "for this is the most important part of the story and the moral all in one. Xander's retribution ruined the Fire Knives down to the last man. None were spared such thorough devastation and wanton annihilation! Therein lies the lesson, which you would all do well to remember. Never cross a Red Wizard of Thay. To do so is to court..." whispering lowly something inaudible into his right palm, he concludes, "utter destruction!" The sound of rumbles and explosions dominates the air around Xamarath and those gathered closest, seemingly brought about by the wave of the Thayan's hand.

ghost sound all up-ins.


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom listens to the red man's story, then laughs. "Ravboom never cross wizard." He replies, taking a swig off his ale. "Ravboom just chop wizard head off. Ha Ha!" He takes another swig of the ale. "Is goblin joke, is funny 'cause wizard get head chopped off." The goblin laughs again.

Silver Crusade

LG Female Human (Ulfen/Kellid (Sarkoris) Mix) Fighter 2/Cavalier (Emissary) 1 [HP: 28/28 | AC 20 (13 T | 17 FF) CMD 20 (17 FF) | F: +7 R: +3 W: +0 (+1 vs. fear) | Init +3 | Perc: +7

"Many thanks, Xamarath, I am indeed a warrior, and from the lands north of here," Kala says to the wizard in red, and continues, "I would be happy to hear a tale."

Kala listens attentively to the recounting, enjoying it. "A fine boast, much like those told at festivals in my homeland," she thinks. The man's use of magic to enhance the performance was well done, as well done as the Skalds in the Lands of Linnorm Kings in her opinion.

After the performance, Kala spoke up, "Well done Xamarath, a finer boast could not have been made by a Skald. Allow me a humble attempt to at least be a candle to your sun."

The Ulfen warrior removes her helmet, placing it on the ground, and takes a moment to compose herself. After a deep breath she begins, "From the ruined lands of Sarkoris my ancestor, Valki, traveled west. Alone, she crossed the witch-cursed land of Irrisen. Alone, she carved out a new life for herself in the Lands of the Linnorm Kings. Alone, she earned the respect of the Ulfen through her skill at arms."

Kala pauses, wetting her lips, then continues "But her time alone was at an end when the frost giant Grimnir Icehammer raided Valki's village. Though she fought mightily, she could not slay the giant. Time and time again, giant and warrior clashed, and each time neither was slain. Valki's strength was beginning to flag against the tireless assault when an Ulfen man joined the battle, armed with naught but this sling," she gestures to the sling on her belt and goes on, "and armored with naught but a wool shirt. His name was Olaf Mudheel and he was a mere goatherder. Olaf launched rock after rock at the giant, doing little damage, only distracting it. Soon, Grimnir turned and swung his hammer at Olaf, striking true and launching the man 15 feet through the air."

A look of pride settles upon the warrior as she concludes, "Valki, however, saw her chance, and took it. She hacked at the giant's ankle, felling him like a great tree. Three times Valki drove her shield, now my shield, into its face, and three times she drove her sword, now my sword, into its heart. For this deed, Valki was given the name Giantsbane, and the man she married was no longer Olaf Mudheel, but Olaf Fireheart."

Kala bows as she finishes the story and says, smiling, "Perhaps more humble than your story fair wizard, but no less heroic."


Hit Points: 21/23;
Stats:
AC: 12/12-t/10-ff | CMD 14 | Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +4 | Init +2 | Per +5 (Crichton Per +12)

Smiling at the goblin's words, Xamarath responds, "Well said, my green friend. Though a great wizard seldom makes the chopping so easy. Wizards are rather fond of their heads, after all!"

When Kala concludes her own tale, Xamarath offers applause in the form of polite claps. "To each their own, of course. Your tale was most exceptional by standards both simple and extravagant. And might I dare to wager that your own exploits might grow to eclipse those of even your heroic forebears? I have an eye for such things, you see, though I shouldn't need them to offer guess at your own destiny—a hero of renown whose accomplishments overshadow the tallest of peaks. I look forward to reading all about them someday. Perhaps you might grace me with a name or title that I might recognize of whom the author speaks with such praises?"


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom takes another quaff of ale. "Wizards not so smart. Always putting brains on paper. Not leave much in head think with. All tale powerful wizard end with wizard dead 'cause wizard was stupid." Oddly enough, the goblin has a point. Most of the tails that have wizards dying have them dying through their own hubris. Good or evil or neither.

Silver Crusade

LG Female Human (Ulfen/Kellid (Sarkoris) Mix) Fighter 2/Cavalier (Emissary) 1 [HP: 28/28 | AC 20 (13 T | 17 FF) CMD 20 (17 FF) | F: +7 R: +3 W: +0 (+1 vs. fear) | Init +3 | Perc: +7

"Where are my manners?" she says, looking abashed. "I am called Kala Steelheart."


Male Half-Elf Ninja/2 HP:12/12 Init +1; Senses Perception +6 AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 Fort +0, Ref +4, Will +1

Joining the conversation. "The goblin has a point. As powerful as wizards are they rely on magic. So if you can strike before they can cast any they fall easy."

Silver Crusade

LG Female Human (Ulfen/Kellid (Sarkoris) Mix) Fighter 2/Cavalier (Emissary) 1 [HP: 28/28 | AC 20 (13 T | 17 FF) CMD 20 (17 FF) | F: +7 R: +3 W: +0 (+1 vs. fear) | Init +3 | Perc: +7

"While it is true that a quick strike to an unaware opponent can defeat them, you can't count on your enemies to be dull of wit." Kala replies to the silver haired man and the goblin. "Furthermore," she finishes in an almost lecturing tone, seeming as if she's heard the same speech a hundred times, "how do you intend to strike at an enemy wizard when he has allies protecting him? There's a lot more to tactics than just 'hit them fast'."


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

She may have needed assistance when trying to deal with goblins and wolfmen, however the half-elf's offer was one Alina had a great deal of experience with. Moments ago with all of the excitement of the festival she might have turned him down, but that was all ruined. She obviously didn't understand the ways of these foreigners and would probably only further embarrass herself if she stayed. So she allowed herself to fall back on the familiar and accepted the half-elf's offer by allowing him him to take her arm.

Ugh! Am I a bruise?! She thought with disgust when she noticed the black vest and blue blouse she now wore. Gods I truly am slipping. Closing her eyes a moment she quickly adjusted the outfit to something a bit more acceptable. The vest vanished and the blue blouse faded into a pale emerald green long sleeve blouse with a more flattering cut. It was a bit more conservative than her normal attire but so was her mood at the moment.

Once her clothes were in order Alina was about to gesture the half-elf to lead on when the self pronounced Red Wizard, whatever that was, began his story. She couldn't really say why but the urge to stay and listen was there. So she smiled at Varius and asked him if he'd mind waiting until the story was done.

As it turned out the story was a chance for the Wizard to proclaim his guild's strength and obviously meant to impress his audience. As such things go he did a respectable job adding in dramatic pauses and the additional cantrip to up the drama. It was the goblin, of all people , however, who brought a brief smile and unexpected giggle to her lips with his bluntly simplistic explanation of goblin humor. As she tried to cover her mirth with her free hand, Alina looked to her rescuer and was about to ask if he still wanted a drink when he jumped in and turned the conversation much more serious. This in turn prompted a brief lecture from Kala and thus the brief moment of gaiety was gone.

Releasing the half-elf's arm, she let him engage in the debate on how to best kill a wizard. There were plenty of answers to such a question and Alina cared little for any of them. Wizards like any other person could die, be it from stupidity, a quick blade, or some other trick of fate. Disinterested and still not comfortable drawing attention to herself again she stepped to the side so that the others could move to speak with each other more comfortably.

She didn't leave though. Instead she looked to the small brown squirrel on her shoulder for a sign or hint of how she could recover her day without losing further face. Jobo, however, only looked to her with mild curiosity before deciding he'd prefer to sample some of the free fruits and berries at a nearby cart to Alina's shoulder. Sighing as he left, she resigned herself to her fate and waited.


Recovering, somewhat, the fiddler finds himself listening to a conversation about killing wizards . . .. "The traditional wanderer methods work very well, too: avoid, misdirect, confuse. There's no need to fight what you can slip past."


Hit Points: 21/23;
Stats:
AC: 12/12-t/10-ff | CMD 14 | Fort +2; Ref +2; Will +4 | Init +2 | Per +5 (Crichton Per +12)

Chuckling, Xamarath wonders aloud, "How vast the gulf between this world and my own."

He exhales a ponderous sigh, reflecting on his own home world. "Where I come from—even beyond Thay—those of an arcane bent are peerless atop their thrones. No matter. I doubt very much the superiority or inferiority of wizards is what brought so many to this fine festival and finer village. I have rambled at length about my own origins, but I wonder where each of you hail from. I have no doubt the names will be lost on me, but I always enjoy learning new details about this world of yours."


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom listens to the group, and finally tosses the last of his ale on them from the top of the wagon. There isn't much left, but enough to get a few drops on everyone. "Hey hey! Stupid humans! Is Festival Day! Not 'Plan Kill Wizard Day'! Was joke! Funny cause he die, not because need plan kill wizard." The goblin shakes his head. "And human say they smarter than Goblins. Goblins know when is party, you party! Tell jokes! Make merry! Drink!" The goblin looks at his mug, and his ears droop down until they touch his shoulders. His eyes go big, and his mouth trembles. "Out.. Out.. of ale..." He sniffs sadly.


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17

After Xamarath finishes his story Eugeni sidles over to near Alina. He enjoyed the tale, but he feels bad about snapping at the Chelaxian girl. "Hey, no worries about before," he says kindly. "Lots of people are scared when they first see me, but I'm just a dude. No need to be scared. How do you change your clothes like that? It's pretty cool. Are they magical clothes or something? Can I pet your squirrel? He's cute." Eugeni extends one of his own rodent-like, four fingered paws towards the squirrel. He stops a couple inches from its head, to see how it reacts. He flinches as a shower of ale lands on his head.


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

Alina's apprehension rose and her mind quickly reached into the mystical thermals around her for protection as the wolfman approached. Before she could do more though, he offered a peace of sorts. Flushing a bit she released the as yet unmade charm and gave him a weak smile. "His name's Jobo and it's up to him who he lets close."

Jobo for his part looked up from the blackberry in his paws and sniffed at Eugeni's outstretched hand. Then after a moment's consideration, the squirrel popped the berry into his cheeks for later. Once his treasure was secure from theft he then leaned forward and placed his small paws upon the hand and chittered at Eugeni. Once he'd had his say Jobo then sat down again and began looking around for more berries.

Jobo's actions and the protective feelings pouring from him struck Alina a bit odd. "I think he believes your trying to take his food." Dismissing the strange behavior, Alina forced herself to look up at the creature before her and tried her best to remain calm. He asked me a question. What was... Gods he is big. What was it he said to the red wizard? He smells tasty.

A small shiver ran down her spine. Does he really eat people?

My clothes. He asked about my clothes.

"Oh no. Well yes but not the clothes."

Why am I bumbbling about like some idot. Hells the goblin is speaking better than me.

Closing her eyes, Alina drew herself up and took a deep breath before opening her eyes and trying again. "My clothes, my dear... Dude did you say? Well Dude, some mysteries, including what secrets my clothes hide, are best left to the imagination."

The double entendre seemed to repair some of her lost confidence as Alina pressed the conversation forward. "Perhaps it'd be best if you asked my name first before inquiring into such matters. Hells the half-elf at least offered a drink. It's Alina Vasario by the way, my name that is. I'm sorry if I offended you earlier Dude"


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17

She's not sure through all the fur, but Alina suspects that Eugeni must be blushing. His gaze starts to involuntarily wander down her frame, before he jerks it violently back to her eyes. "I....uh...My name's Eugeni. Eugeni Silva."

Polite, polite, c'mon be polite. What did Murial used to say? Always flatter a lady?

He reaches out slowly, gently and takes Alina's hand, before offering it a chaste kiss (assuming she doesn't recoil). "It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance Alina. All is forgiven in the presence of such beauty. Though the mystery of your clothing and what lies beneath is relegated to my imagination, it's a mental puzzle that I'll enjoy solving," he quips with a wolfish grin. Hey, that wasn't half bad. Way to go stud.

"Are you thirsty? I'll gladly share this wheat beer. It's from the Johannsson farm south of town, and it's pretty damned tasty. It's kind of like this fruit I had from down south once. What was it called...a banana?" He grabs an empty tankard from a nearby surface and holds out the skin of beer, offering to decant her some.


Female Human (Cheliaxian) (Picture) Witch (lvl 1)
Stats:
HP: 8/8 | AC 15 (11 T | 14 FF) CMD 11 (10 FF) | +1 F +1 R +2 W | Init +1 | Perc: +0
Daily Spells & Hexes:
  • Hexes: (DC 15) -Charm -Evil Eye
  • Level 0: (Max 3 / DC 14) -Detect Magic -Dancing Lights -Message
  • Level 1: (Max 2 / DC 15) -Mage Armor -Hypnotism

Men, they're all the same. At least this one isn't hiding his wolf. Alina thought as Eugeni made his overtures. Not that she minded. This kind of situation was familiar and much easier dealt with than previously.

"Bananas." The bemused witch echoed as she gently pulled her hand back from Eugeni's maw. She might be feeling a bit more comfortable but not so much that she was ready to risk discovering if his comment about humans smelling tasty were more truth than humor. "Well I can truly say I've never had banana beer. It is good though. Are you a brewer Eugeni?" She allowed him to pour her a flask and then asked, "Your friend, Ravboom I believe you said, are the two of you here promoting your wares?" Taking a sip she looked up at the goblin and smiled as she continued to speak to Eugeni. "I don't believe I've had anything like it before. Where ever did you find bananas up here?"

"Are you going to throw more beer at us if you get more?" Alina asked the goblin in a manner that sounded much less like her governess than she would have expected. "You may not enjoy this batch though. It's a bit, sweet."


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom makes a face. "No sweet ale, Ravboom burp too much." The goblin complains, apparently fruit ale doesn't sit well with his stomach. Probably the only thing that doesn't sit well on his stomach, given what Goblin's usually eat. "Ravboom get ale..." The goblin stands up and walks to the end of the wagon and flips off the end.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

He spins in air a couple of times as he falls, and lands on his feet with a thud, standing up from a crouch with a small spring. Looking pleased with himself, the goblin heads off to the big ale wagon to get another ale.


Male Half-Elf Ninja/2 HP:12/12 Init +1; Senses Perception +6 AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 Fort +0, Ref +4, Will +1

"I did not mean to start a disscusion on how best to kill wizards. I simple meant to point out, like all things, they have a weakness. I meant no offense or disrespect to you or your guild." Varius bows slightly as he says this. "As for me I'm simply a traveler looking for adventure."

Varius turns towards the girl he offered a drink and with a warm smile. "I'm sorry it appears I let the chance of conversation get the better of me." He moves his eyes towards furry man but keeps a friendly look on his face. "It would appear Eugeni has beaten me to supplying you with a drink." Varius shows a sign of embarrassment on his face. "Ahh! where's my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Varius, a simple traveler, answering the call of adventure." He bows slightly and has a apologetic look on his face. "I hope you can forgive my rudeness for using your name before I even gave you mine."


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17
Alina Vasario wrote:

Men, they're all the same. At least this one isn't hiding his wolf. Alina thought as Eugeni made his overtures. Not that she minded. This kind of situation was familiar and much easier dealt with than previously.

"Bananas." The bemused witch echoed as she gently pulled her hand back from Eugeni's maw. She might be feeling a bit more comfortable but not so much that she was ready to risk discovering if his comment about humans smelling tasty were more truth than humor. "Well I can truly say I've never had banana beer. It is good though. Are you a brewer Eugeni?" She allowed him to pour her a flask and then asked, "Your friend, Ravboom I believe you said, are the two of you here promoting your wares?" Taking a sip she looked up at the goblin and smiled as she continued to speak to Eugeni. "I don't believe I've had anything like it before. Where ever did you find bananas up here?"

"Are you going to throw more beer at us if you get more?" Alina asked the goblin in a manner that sounded much less like her governess than she would have expected. "You may not enjoy this batch though. It's a bit, sweet."

"Hi Varius," Eugeni says to the half-elf and then turns back to Alina to answer her question. "It's not actually banana beer, it just takes a lot like one of those. It's made from wheat. I am not a brewer though, so don't ask me how Mr. Johannson gets boring old wheat to taste so good. I'm a hunter, actually. I get meat and pelts for the town from the nearby forests. So, you're Chelish right? What brings you north? Is the Swallowtail Festival known all the way down there?"


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom returns with his ale mug, and puts it on a convenient surface on the fireworks wagon. Then he climbs up a bit, transfers the mug to another higher spot, and keeps repeating as he climbs up. When he gets to the top, he takes another swig of ale, and grins like a loon. "Ravboom tell greatest goblin joke of all time!" He announces, then puts the mug down on the roof of the wagon, and holds both hands out in front of him, left above and right below, like a mouth about to chomp. "Stupid Human Wizard, Stupid Dwarf Priest, Stupid Elf Archer, and Stupid Halfling Thief all enter goblin burrow to kill goblins. Goblins see stupid people, and they hit pillars with hammers. Burrow collapses! Everyone die! HAHA!" He brings his hands together with a loud slap! "Is funny because.. Rocks Fall! Everyone Dies!" He laughs loudly and takes a deep swig of ale.

Hopefully some of you get the joke within the joke. :)


Current Status:
HP 55/63; DR: 4/8; Initiative +2; AC/Touch/FF 21/12/20; Fort/Ref/Will 9/4/6 (+4 morale bonus vs. spells, supernatural abilities, and spell-like abilities while raging; +2 resistance vs. evil) ; CMD 24; Perception +8
|| Raging (controlled): 9/12

"Wouldn't that mean the goblins die too..?" - Helgarr finds herself asking.


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17

"That's what makes it even more funny!" Eugeni says, chuckling at Ravboom. Wonder how long before he gets really drunk. No matter how tough they are, there's no way someone that small can hold much liquor.


Skills:
Acrobatics 6, Bluff 8, C(Alchemy) 10, Diplo 8, Disable Dev 10, Escape 6, Intimidate 4, KS (Arcana, Dungeon, Religion, Nature, Planes) 8, Linguistics 9, Perception 9, Ride 6, Sense Motive 8, Spellcraft 8, Stealth 15, UMD 8
Goblin HP (17)
Stats:
AC/Touch/Flat 18/15/14 | Fort/Ref/Will +2/+6/+4 | Init +5 | CMB/CMD 0/13
Empericist Investigator (2)

Ravboom grins at the not-gnoll. "Aye! BOOM CRASH! FUNNY!" He blinks. "Oh, more venison please?"

Actually, he's got a 14 con, and he's had only one mug of ale so far. Even at his body weight, that's about like a big burly human having 4 ales. Not exactly falling down drunk yet, just nicely buzzed.


HP: 155/155; Resevoir 18/19 Permanent Buffs: arcane sight, see invis., freedom of movement (ring) Daily Spells: Current Buffs:
Stats:
AC 35, T 15, FF 29; 50% miss chance Fort +15, Ref +16, Will +17; CMD 26; Perception +17

That's why I'm wondering how long it'll take ;)


Turning to Xamarath, the fiddler introduces himself. "I am Marko Bodi, a Varisian wanderer. This region of land is called Varisia, and many of my people gather in caravans of wagons, roaming from one village to another. Some of my cousins do minor blacksmithing repairs, some are dancers and musicians, while others are circus performers. Desna likes for us to be on the road, so she blesses us and keeps the extended family safer scattered about that way than we would be trapped within city gates."

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