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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 turns to the newcomer as he approaches, shrugs and says, "It is my first time as well, I didn't even know its name, much less its signifigance." After a short pause she continues, "Well met, I am called Kala Steelheart. May I ask your name?"


As the furred humanoid finishes his assault on the apples, "THAT was amazing! So good, in fact, it almost makes me sad that I didn't participate in order to reward you for the effort. Almost." The grin seems open and honest. This was the first reaction Marko has provided Eugeni that wasn't at least partially defensive. Maybe that first ale was kicking in.


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"The Swallowtail Festival is about the dedication of a Cathedral to The Great Dreamer. This is an unique gathering, not a regular event. I thought that was part of why such a wide variety of people were here, actually?"

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

"That is interesting, fiddler. I can see why people would travel for it." Kala says. When she resumes speaking her demeanor becomes quite solemn, "I, however, have traveled here to pay last respects to my brother, who died some months back fighting bandits or monsters or somesuch. He, like me, was a sort of knight errant."


"Remembering those that we cared about can hurt for a long time. I hope you find a way past your pain."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

"Eagle Eye is what most call me. Seems to serve well enough." He nods over to the woman solemnly. "It seems you both have honorable professions. I am sorry for your loss. Would you like someone to keep you company?"

Eagle nods to the furred one. "I came to see the butterfly release. Mainly to try and guide the gentle creatures back to nature. Its a shame that they keep them in such a cage. What do you mean by The Great Dreamer?


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 came here simply by chance. I arrived a few days ago and decided to stay upon hearing of the festival." Varius turns to Kala. "I'm sorry to hear of your loss. I also lost someone close to me awhile back. It's what motivated me to travel." Varius shows genuine sadness as he remembers his old teacher. That and the fact the town would have gladly hanged me for his death. "Enough about death we should focus on enjoying life on this fine day at this fine festival."

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

"I thank you for the kinds words," Kala says, regaining her normal composure, "I have had my months of travel from Mendev to grieve. I merely seek to pay my respects, as is right, and then I will continue on the path of Iomedae: To help those who cannot help themselves."


The Varisian looks confused. "If you knew that the Swallowtail Festival would include the release of a large number of swallowtail butterflies, wouldn't you have been curious about why swallowtails?" He shakes his head for a moment, thinking about how to approach this before just blurting things out.

"The Great Dreamer is one of the titles we give to the goddess who has taken the swallowtail butterfly as her symbol. A lovely, ephemeral creature that must be allowed to wander about as it will, or simply the extended confinement will kill it. Such is the symbol of the creator of the heavens, who spends her time wandering where she will, Desna."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle nods, puzzling for a moment. "I had not heard of Desna before or the signifigance of the swallowtails. And my sources of information rarely seem to understand human reasoning." Eagle smiles and chuckles softly, unconsciously thumbing a wolf tooth on his staff.

Eagle nods to Varius. "So I have to ask, as I don't seem to frequent the cities very much. What does one do during a festival observance such as today?


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 looked at Lars as he happily followed her back to the food table. No I don't suspect you are angry, or that you understand why you're as happy as you are. She thought. But would you be this way if you weren't enthralled?

Smiling, she led him to the meat stand where she'd first met this group of strangers. "I'm Alina, Lars. And I'm from a small out of the way place in Cheliax that few have ever heard of. As for my trade... Well, I suppose I am in between trades at the moment. Here, try this." She said as she handed him some of the venison from the cart. "Eugeni says he caught the deer himself."

The hex should wear off soon, if it hasn't already. Hopefully he'll remain peaceful without others pushing him. Hexing Lars had been necessary at the time but now she worried what would come next. She couldn't leave him though, not after what happened last time. She shuddered at the memory.

"Where did you say you were from? She asked, more to keep the conversation going than out of any real interest.


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

As the man followed, still somewhat enthralled, he chuckled somewhat. "What is cheliax?" he merely asked. The man literally knew next to nothing in the world save for axe use, appraisal, and goblins.. That said, he saw the offered venison and slowly pushed her hand away, shaking his head. "Already eaten."

Not waiting for much of a response, he clapped his hands together, ready to explain himself. "I live here. Sandpoint. Stay at junker's edge. Live in scrapyard. Shack. I keep the goblins away. Many trinkets."

While it was far more than just poor living arrangements, Lars was technically homeless, despite his surprising amount of gold. He still wasn't even sure how much money he'd actually come to gain over his short life of woodcutting and selling of random trinkets.

He lived primarily in a small sheet-metal shack that he'd shoddily crafted for himself. It had a ruined bed that he slept on, which was oddly comfortable. Anyone else would shun the very idea, however.


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 collects the handful of silver that he won, and then puts his bow away. As the red wizard arrives offering him pastries, he grins ear to ear and gladly eats it. "Thanks man!" he says happily. "Ooh...look at that guy, he's got feathers. Do you know what he is? Maybe he's like me..." Eugeni ponders, pointing at Eagle Eye. As the masked wierdo and Alina wander off, Eugeni puts one arm around Xamarath's shoulders and gently steers him closer to the birdman, fiddler and Kala.

"Hey guys! Dude, are you a follower of Erastil too?" Eugeni asks Eagle Eye. "He's got a shrine in the new Cathedral just like Desna."


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 find it's a good way to meet the locals and learn about the area. Its also a fine way to meet new people like yourself and share stories of past exploits." Varius smiles. "It's also a great time to try out the local foods and drinks as everyone would have put out their best wares for today."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle nods to Eugeni. "I do observe and revere Deadeye's ways. Many in the woods I call home refer to me as Erastil's Speaker at times, though I don't ever know what they mean by that. I'm no cleric though. Many of the faithful seem to think I am a bit odd, spending most of my time walking the woods, talking with animals and such."

Eagle thinks for a moment, then looks over at Eugeni and Varius. "Would you want to head over to the Cathedral then. I'm sure there is plenty of food, things to buy and such. And if you wanted to see the shrine we can always visit. Would give us a direction to go, and some time to talk?"


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'd gladly join you In have yet to see the Cathedral yet myself."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle nods over to Varius."Certainly, and if you want to come along Mr..., furry?" Eagle shrugs at the loss of what to call the fur clad man. He then turns to the others that came by. "You're all welcome to come. This city seems quite intriguing and exciting."

Eagle smiles at the seemingly happy turn of events and turns to look towards the area where the cathedral rests and gathers up his pack and shield to head over that direction.


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

Losing immediate interest in Alina, who's come to be somewhat silent in response to his sudden mentioning of living in his arrangements, Lars decides it better to actually head back to his previous group of "friends."

Leaving the woman alone, he walks for a decent amount of time after dwelling on her for a while. Over the course of the venture he becomes slightly more concerned with the girl, and then realizes that she did something strange to him... Though he couldn't be sure.

Walking along the alleyway he throws his hand towards the sky and waves goofily at Varrius, the feathered man, and the hairy one. A loud yell from the distance comes as he finally finds himself enjoying the company of others, despite the strange events that keep occuring... though he's somewhat certain that it's not entirely his fault.

Goblin:
Friend! I have returned! Who are you talking to? The feathery one is new."

He yells some more gibberish as he walks in the direction that the group is about to be going.


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle waves to the newcomer, though when he speaks he looks at him with quite a curious look on his face. "I'm sorry..., what?"

Sylvan:
What was that you just said?


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

Seeing Eagle's confusion Varius speaks up. "His names Lars but I've heard some locals call him "Watcher". He prefers to speak Goblin and seems more fluent in it than common." He waves as Lars approaches.

Goblin:
"Good to see you so soon. This is Eagle Eye, we are off to check out the Cathedral. Care to join us? And what happened with Alina?"


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

Gaining ground and continuing to walk with them, he looks at Eagle and Eugeni with a strange expression... under the mask of course. Lars had come to take an interest in Varius. He was the only person he coauld talk to that didn't suddenly lose their mind at the drop of a hat.

Goblin:
Ah. Well, she took to silence, actually. Stopped talking. Strange, for certain. I would like to tag along. What is a Cathedral?"

He asks plenty of questions all at once, as indicated by his many head tilts and frantic hand motions accompanied with the gibberish. One thing is for certain, the word "Cathedral" was dropped in common, followed with a question about it.


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle nods frowning. "I see. I wonder if anyone has the goblin language written out someplace?." Poor man must have spent quite a lot of time alone. Though I suppose its not very different from the travels that I have been on. I wonder if perhaps maybe something happened that caused him to not be able to speak as well...

Eagle smiles if only to put on a good face. "So, are you all from around these parts?" Eagle blinks and watches masked man speak, puzzling at how quickly and different his words are.


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

Lars laughs rather loudly beneath his mask at the prospect of the goblin language being Written "No no. Goblins hate writing. Steals the words out of minds, they think... Wrong" he states, waving his hands about. At the second question he perks up. "I live in Scrapyard. Stay at Junker's Edge. Metal shack. Keep the goblins at bay! Many Trinkets, every day. Today is special." he states with a lot of enthusiasm.

Goblin:
The day has only just begun! Something is moving in the air, my fried. What was your name again?"[/b]


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

Goblin:
"It's a holy place where one goes to worship his or her god. And the names Varius."

Varius thinks a bit before answering. "No I'm just a traveler looking for adventure and a little bit of treasure."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle nods at Lars. "Have not seen that part of the area. Maybe you could show me sometime."

Eagle laughs a bit at Varius. "Treasures and adventure. Well, seems to be plenty of that around today, shall we wander around and see what we can find? I am sure that all sorts of treasures await us today, and who knows, perhaps we can quest to keep the unruly apple population in check?"


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)

Xamarath seems perplexed at the arrival of Lars, while not put off in the slightest by the presence of another bestial countenance in their number. "I have long dwelt on the thought that perhaps the world I come from is somehow connected to this and others—the similarities are simply too alarming to think otherwise. For example, there are indeed goblins on Faerun, and in great number. They appear much the same, though where I come from they are teeming hordes of vile little bastards. Imagine my surprise at seeing a town so utterly pervaded by their presence as Sandpoint. And here now is one raised to speak their tongue before that of his own people? I think I'm going to enjoy this place."

Realizing he has forgotten manners to his unwarranted wondering, Xamarath hushes himself and allows a polite nod to the new company. "Forgive me—I am Xamarath Fingoth. I do have a wonder though. Eugeni and Eagle Eye: do your parents share in your looks? I have never encountered the like of either of you on Faerun or Golarion, nor have I encountered any recorded history of a peoples matching either of your descriptions specifically."


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

"Apples are harmless." he states, confused about why someone would want to do such a thing. "What plans have you? For Festival?" he asks, looking at Eagle Eye.

The man seemed so strange and out of place. How ironic.

With that question, the red-robed man approaches, but Lars stays silent. He was curious at first, but became confused at the thought that he had been raised by goblins. Severing the idea entirely, he looks to Varius.

Goblin:
"Why does this... Xama fellow believe I was raised by goblins?"


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle looks to Xamarath, a distinctly sad look in his eyes. "I wish I could tell you, but I have never met my parents. Longtooth is the only real family that I know. He was the one that showed me the ways of nature down south. No one that I have ever known has been able to tell me who, or even what, I am."

His eyes turn, and a smile cracks his face. "For the Festival? I was planning to take a good look at the different things people do when they celebrate. And most certainly want to see the butterflies. From what I hear they are lovely and majestic creatures, and would like the chance to see them fly, and maybe talk to one if it was particularly friendly." The last part of that statement is said without any hint of humor or mirth, but rather fascination and awe.


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

Not much questioning how one talks to a butterfly, and lacking the worldly knowledge to consider that improbable, Lars takes a moment to look around. The man talking to him is covered in feathers, and the other in fur. At this point, anything is possible for him. "I am... Excited. I want to... Adventure. Travel. See world. Make friends... Festival is step. First one. Let us enjoy us, no?" he says, looking at the man and mustering the longest string of common he's practically ever done.

Lars wasn't actually unintelligent. He was a hermit and he lacked charisma. His capacity to learn the common language, as well as other things, was massive. Perhaps someday his language and speech mannerisms, as well as his understanding of the world, would come to fruit. He could take up reading, but he, unfortunately, wasn't literate.


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 turns to Lars.

Goblin:
"I believe its the fact that you speak Goblin better than common."

Varius looks intrigued at Eagles words. "Did you say speak to a butterfly? How does one do that? Do they speak a certain language?"


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

The thought never really occured to him that that was the case. He spoke it so fluently only because he sat and listened to the creatures talk and chatter for hours at a time. He was the closest he could possibly be without being in danger (Most of the time) and he just sort of picked it up early...

Goblin:
I stayed close to the goblins as I grew up. I became resourceful learning from them. I can pick the most valuable thing out of a pile with no trouble whatsoever. I Don't remember enough of my childhood to recollect common that well... I most definitely was not raised BY the creatures, however. Among them, yes... by myself.

He says the rather long bit of gibberish, looking away with somewhat of a pouting manner. Just a little bit offended at the thought of being raised by such creatures. Crossing his arms, he continues with a witty remark, surprisingly.

Goblin:
He was probably raised by butterflies..."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle nods to Varius. Yes, speak to them. Its quite a long and involved process, you have to gain their trust, then you have to understand their nature and spirit. At times you have to learn to be able to communicate as much with feelings as words. That said, magic can help, though I don't think that I quite have the mindset today to be able to perform it.


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

Chuckling at Lars he adresses the wizard. "Lars here wasn't raised by them he grew up observing them. I guess with all that time Goblin seemed more natural." Kind of sounds like what the old man taught me. Immersion and observation are the best way to learn how to act like natives. But for Lars, I guess it wasn't intentional. "Oh, he says maybe you were raised by butterflies." The last sentence leaves a smile on his face.


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 nods at Eagles words. "Doesn't sound too much different than talking to people. I'd love to see how it works. I've never seen anyone speak with a butterfly before. Well had the butterfly understand him."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle blinks, puzzling for several moments on the thought Varius suggests. Raised by butterflies? Hmm..., I wonder how butterflies hunt..., or if they even do. Or if they know that the people here seem to hold them in some regard and esteem? So many questions to ask, I wonder if they are talkative or not...

"Raised by Butterflies? No no, Longtooth and his pack, and Whitecrown are about the only ones that I call family."


Male Human Fighter 1 / Hp 12/12 / Fort +4 / Ref +1 / Will +0 / Init +1 / AC: 16

"I've no family. 12 years. Can't remember well..." he says with somewhat of a melancholy tone. Throwing his hands into the air as he walks, coming into view of the church, he continues. "No matter! No matter, though. Friends abound! Enjoy ourselves, no?" he says, somewhat jogging ahead to get into a better view of the church, stopping just a few feat ahead of everyone else.

Pointing to it, he says;

Goblin:
"The previous building here burned down in the night. I saw it from my ledge, but they couldn't save it. I believe they blamed goblins, but that couldn't be true. At least not from the direction of the scrapyard, anyway. This one is much bigger, though!"

In his cantankerous gibberish, he spins about in a few circles, enjoying the view of all the small shops that have come out into the open to sell there wares. What a glorious day this was turning out to be! In his excitement, he turned to see the others, his curiosity burning a hole in his mask.


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
Xamarath Fingoth wrote:

Xamarath seems perplexed at the arrival of Lars, while not put off in the slightest by the presence of another bestial countenance in their number. "I have long dwelt on the thought that perhaps the world I come from is somehow connected to this and others—the similarities are simply too alarming to think otherwise. For example, there are indeed goblins on Faerun, and in great number. They appear much the same, though where I come from they are teeming hordes of vile little bastards. Imagine my surprise at seeing a town so utterly pervaded by their presence as Sandpoint. And here now is one raised to speak their tongue before that of his own people? I think I'm going to enjoy this place."

Realizing he has forgotten manners to his unwarranted wondering, Xamarath hushes himself and allows a polite nod to the new company. "Forgive me—I am Xamarath Fingoth. I do have a wonder though. Eugeni and Eagle Eye: do your parents share in your looks? I have never encountered the like of either of you on Faerun or Golarion, nor have I encountered any recorded history of a peoples matching either of your descriptions specifically."

Eugeni follows the others as they head for the cathedral, listening to the chatter in goblin and common. He answers Xamarath, "My parents were normal humans. I'm not really sure why I look like this. Everyone I've asked about it either says I'm an aasimar or a tiefling or something. Once I asked this other wizard who was traveling through Sandpoint. He tried to cast a spell on me...what was it called...charm person I think he said? Anyway, it didn't work. So he said that I'm an outsider. Whatever that means."

I can't really properly keep up with the pace of posts in the thread, so I'm just responding to what sticks out at me.


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

Hearing Eugeni discuss the mystery of his appearance, Zoli's head starts to swim with ideas based on the plays and tales she's come across. Maybe his mother was cursed by a witch because of her beauty! Or maybe he's really a fey foundling, switched at birth by gremlins with his parents' real child! Or... Zoli's swirling kaleidescope of theories is cut short as she hears Eugeni mention more clues.

"Oooh, oooh! Yes, an Outsider. Not like someone who stays outdoors or like someone who doesn't fit in -- well, a bit like that, I suppose -- but an Outsider is one who comes from another plane. Or at least part of his essence does. Djinn and devils and angels and elementals and creatures like that. Only you need to eat right? Of course you do -- I just saw you eating venison. So not fully an Outsider I think, maybe one of their grandchildren?

"There's a wonderful tale of a halfling warrior who fought beside a Lion-Angel in the Winter War, and the Lion-Angel fell in love with her and asked her to be his bride. Their sons and daughters were regular halflings...but they say that every seven generations her daughter's daughter's daughter would be born in the heart of winter with the essence of the Lion-Angel, and she would stand up against the wicked witch queens of Irrisen." As she says this she gestures dramatically and her sentence is punctuated by the sound of angelic horns blasting, and a lion's roar.

Winking at Xamarath, she whispers, "Not bad, eh?"

Three steps further toward the cathedral she says, "...Of course, there's also tales of a wicked Chelaxian -- an enslaver of halflings, and one of the cruelest at that -- who had fur like a jackal and sharp fangs, whose grandmother had laid with a devil. He could make the tiniest candle explode into a cloud of flame."

Looking up earnestly at Eugeni, she asks. "Do you feel more like an angel? Or like a devil? Do you perhaps harbor terrible desires in your heart, that you're barely able to keep in check?"

Then to Xamarath, "Do you have Outsiders on your star as well?"

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know(planes): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

casts ghost sound


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Zoli:

Zoli would recognize Eagle Eye as an Aasimar, but of a very unusual bloodline. His feathered hair, hook nose, angular features and overall lean build would likely make him descendant of one of the Garuda, avian celestials that excel in archery. They can be noble and arrogant at times, but are often found living nearby settlements, and see themselves as the protectors of villages and such in their chosen home.


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

A young man, a very young man - almost a boy - jogs into Sandpoint just as the festival is getting under way. "Did I miss it?!" A brightly colored scarf flares out behind him as he almost trips over a green, chicken-legged, bipedal lizard bedazzled with red and orange spots. "Moninga, we can't be too late. Something tells me at long last that this is where my destiny begins."

The lizard sneezes, almost in contempt.

The youth chances a stern look downward as he continues to run. "Don't you start. I know I said that on the ship, and at port, and even at Kaer Maga. This just feels different. Now hurry!"


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 watched Lars go with a bit of regret. The poor ignorant boy had been used by Varius and then her without even realizing it. Though for the life of her, the young witch couldn't fathom why Varius felt the need to push the poor half-goblin into it. Maybe it was some sort of courtship where he planned on swooping in like some hero, causing Alina to fall head over heels for him. If so his plan had gone more than a little wrong.

Chuckling over the possibility, he absentmindedly picked up a piece of venison and nibbled at the edges. Turning to look at the half-elf as he and the group of eclectic strangers made their way down the street, she shook her head. The man had no interest in her. It was probably as he said, a big misunderstanding that she blew out of proportion. It probably wasn't as lethal as Varius claimed but the result wasn't too different. He was off with a new group of friends and she was left here to munch on dried meat alone.

Suddenly disgusted, she tossed the meat and called Jobo. "This is a party and we're going to have fun." She declared to the flying squirrel. Jobo for his part only cocked his head in confusion. He'd known his mistress was angry but couldn't fathom why when there was so much food just laying around for anyone to take. He'd already hidden several scrumptious items nearby for later and gorged himself on a plate of berries and nuts. Yet the food plates hardly seemed touched. Anger amongst such plenty was simply incomprehensible to the little squirrel.

Determined to find some fun, Alina prepared to set out into the crowd again when yet another odd stranger rushed up to her asking if the festival was over be for turning to argue with his pet lizard. This is the north. You have to allow them to be... different. She thought.

Still determined to have fun, she stepped up to the boy and pointed out what was obvious to her. Of course Varius would say that probably means I'm wrong. She couldn't help think before saying. "Where are you hurrying to? The festival is all around you."


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
Zoli Tileani wrote:

Hearing Eugeni discuss the mystery of his appearance, Zoli's head starts to swim with ideas based on the plays and tales she's come across. Maybe his mother was cursed by a witch because of her beauty! Or maybe he's really a fey foundling, switched at birth by gremlins with his parents' real child! Or... Zoli's swirling kaleidescope of theories is cut short as she hears Eugeni mention more clues.

"Oooh, oooh! Yes, an Outsider. Not like someone who stays outdoors or like someone who doesn't fit in -- well, a bit like that, I suppose -- but an Outsider is one who comes from another plane. Or at least part of his essence does. Djinn and devils and angels and elementals and creatures like that. Only you need to eat right? Of course you do -- I just saw you eating venison. So not fully an Outsider I think, maybe one of their grandchildren?

"There's a wonderful tale of a halfling warrior who fought beside a Lion-Angel in the Winter War, and the Lion-Angel fell in love with her and asked her to be his bride. Their sons and daughters were regular halflings...but they say that every seven generations her daughter's daughter's daughter would be born in the heart of winter with the essence of the Lion-Angel, and she would stand up against the wicked witch queens of Irrisen." As she says this she gestures dramatically and her sentence is punctuated by the sound of angelic horns blasting, and a lion's roar.

Winking at Xamarath, she whispers, "Not bad, eh?"

Three steps further toward the cathedral she says, "...Of course, there's also tales of a wicked Chelaxian -- an enslaver of halflings, and one of the cruelest at that -- who had fur like a jackal and sharp fangs, whose grandmother had laid with a devil. He could make the tiniest candle explode into a cloud of flame."

Looking up earnestly at Eugeni, she asks. "Do you feel more like an angel? Or like a devil? Do you perhaps harbor terrible desires in your...

Eugeni listens intently to the little halfling as the group wanders along. When she creates a trumpet noise he jumps half a foot off the ground, his eyes wide. When she finishes he responds, "Oh. No one has ever explained that to me before. Cool! I don't really feel like an angel or a devil, actually. I just feel like a dude. I feel kind some days, and others I get angry and want to hurt people. Isn't everyone like that? I can't light anything on fire, but I can call Mr. Rumblepants sometimes. Do you want to meet him?"


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

V'Thamuus stopped with a start. A woman stood before him. A . . rather pretty woman. "Oh! Sorry. I'm . . ." He calmed himself with a visible effort, placed his feet firmly beneath him, and crossed his arms behind his back. The process appears to be an unconsciously informal reflection of a longer and more elaborate ritual.

He continues in educated but accented Taldane, "I am V'Thamuus Diwanimi of late from the Expanse, recently of Kaer Maga in the employ of the Arcanist's Circle. I am sorry I disturbed you. I was talking to myself, a bad habit explained, I hope, by the excuse I am far from my home. I was told my task was to be completed before the festival began." His shoulders sink slightly. "I appear to be late, the herbs I have come to collect are likely gone."

For the first time, he looks about him and sees the revelry about him. His pursed brows relax and a more natural smile brightens on his face, "I guess I should just enjoy myself. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please to call me Thim." He concludes his greeting with a short bow.


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 raises an eyebrow at Thim's formal greeting and takes a second look at him. "Educated and polished but not from Kaer Maga I think." Forestalling whatever protest the young man might have she clarified herself. "Don't misunderstand." There has certainly been enough of that."I don't doubt you were recently there. But I doubt the capital of anarchy breeds such reflexive formality into its citizens."

Dismissing the speculation before it leads her down another disastrous road, she gave Thim an easy smile and offered her hand. "Please forgive me, I'm Alina and I too have just recently arrived. Though, I have had more than a moment to catch my breath. If you're hungry there is meat here and a fruit cart there. I also believe there is an ale cart nearby but..." She glances around to confirm her ignorance, "I'm not exactly sure where it is."


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

"Well met." Thim's smile grows brighter. "No, I am retracing my father's steps. He was from south of here, in Chelix, but dedicated his life to understanding the magic of this wild north. Or so I have surmised. I am from the more civilized Expanse. My mother is Mwangi and with Uncle taught me well how to treat with strangers." He looks at the carts nearby.

The tiny dinosaur at his side begins to wind it's way through and around Thim's legs not unlike a cat. It pokes it's head from beneath an edge of Thim's cloak, and chortles a high pitched pair of hoots.

*hungry* An empathic entreaty intrudes on Thim's thoughts

"Of course Moninga, you shall have some."

He buys a stick of exotic meat. I think they call it rabbit. and tosses it in pieces to his friend as he walks with the native. "In truth, I am here in Varisia to follow and find my destiny. Kaer Maga is a stepping stone nothing more." He continues without a trace of irony, "I have spent most of my life studying the magic of this land in anticipation of my journey here. I believe my father's blood has lent me an affinity for it. Uncle never understood.


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

Several times in Thim's introduction Alina found herself surprised. Half-Cheliaxian, a student of the arcane, and here looking to emulate his relative's past. Gods but for a trick of fate he could almost be a poorer me. The thought of growing up in some northern jungle and then earning her way across Kaer Maga sent a small shiver down her spine. Who knows what horrors this would be wizard has seen just getting here. I bet he didn't even stay at an inn or take a stage for most of his journey here.

"Cheliax you say? Jobo and I hail from there as well." She said indicating the small squirrel on her shoulder who at that moment was warily watching the large lizard prance around the stranger's feet. "Where in Cheliax is your father from? Perhaps I know his family."


Druid 1 HP 8/8 Fort +2 Ref +2 Will +6

Eagle starts to slowly work his way around the cathedral's plaza area. Many of the sellers and festival goers seemed to be milling about, eating and drinking, laughing and dancing, even playing games and holding contests of skill. This brought a smile to his face. I never understood why Longtooth disliked cities so much. These people seem to be calm, kind, good people. Surely Deadeye doesn't wish harm to them. So long as they remember community, family, respecting nature and its bounty, why despise them so?

Snapping him out of his reverie, Eagle notices the woman coming back, the one that was rather cross with Varius earlier. After taking another look at her, she didn't seem to be angry or upset. Perhaps just a misunderstanding, he mused to himself.

At the mention of her looking for an ale cart, Eagle looks and finds one, buying a drink for the three of them, then walks over carrying them in his hands, smiling and looking to the pair.

"Someone call for some ale?" Eagle smiles as she offers Alina and Thim tankards. "Sorry about earlier, I was rather rude not to introduce myself, My name is Eagle Eye. Enjoying the Festival?"


prepared spells:
0th - detect magic, mage hand, ray of frost; 1st - magic missile x2, hydrolic push, windy escape; (Sp) Force Bolt (8/8)
Human (Mwangi/Chelexian) Wizard (Thassalonian Evoker)1 HP (11/11) AC:12 (touch:12/ff:10) Saves (F+1/W+2/R+2) CMD:12 Init +6 Per +1

"Alas, I do not know. Mother never spoke of it and Uncle forbade any inquiry. If I had not found my father's texts, I would not even know his ancestry. What little I know of him has been pieced together from his notes."

How interesting. Thim looked closer into the eyes of the woman. His manner stiffens slightly. "You would be surprised by the number of people I have met who at first greeting offered some possible link to my father." A flash of intense anger lights V'Thamuus amber eyes for a brief moment then disappears as if it were never there. He shakes himself, and his smile returns. "But my mother would be ashamed of me; talking of nothing but myself. Tell me what brings a countryman to this festival."


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 tags along with Eagle offering to pay for the ales and gets one for himself. Hopefully she had time to figure out I'm not trying to harm her. Varius smiles as he approaches Alina and another traveler. "Hello again Alina. I hope you still don't think I mean you any harm." Looking at the young man. "Hello there. My names Varius. What may I call you?"

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