An adventure for my Role play friends who have always wanted to try the world of Pathfinder!
Sandpoint, 1st day of Rova, Early Morning
It has nearly been a week since the heroes of this adventure left their home, their guild, to go on an adventure to Magnimar. Their boss Herald requested them, believing in them to take care of a few simple tasks and put the word out that, Herald’s Adventure’s guild was quiet capable. Though worn down and tired from their travel’s, the five adventurers are more than happy to take a break in the little town of Sandpoint, not only are the weary adventure’s in need of rest, but food and drink. Luckily for them, they had stumbled upon the city during a holy day of gathering and celebration for Desna’s faithful. The releasing of the swallowtail butterflies.
The day was prefect, beautiful and sunny, the days of summer melting into fall. Green turning into the beautiful shades of yellow, red, orange and browns, cool sea winds blowing across a sweat cover brow, cooling heated skin. There was a happy buzz in the town as people walked around, shared friendly chat, food and drink. There were many reasons for the wide spread joy that seemed to be endless, this year, the festival is especially special for Sandpoint since the occasion will serve to consecrate the newly built cathedral. The cathedral square seemed to hold the most excitement as residents and visitors both start to arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them. The Inn’s in town providing the food for the rest of the town to enjoy the sunny day of the first day of Rova.
There's a lot of commotion for such a small town, this was always a day that Aearion preferred to stay inside and watch people from afar. Dark eyes can't help but wander over the crowd as the new comers -who looked like they belonged to one of the near-by factions- were playing along, eating, drinking and enjoying the music.
The tall half-elven man looked over at his sister who had come on his request and began to bite his nails a bit, his eyes scanning the crowd while everything seemed marry and festive, it was obvious that he seemed far more nervous about being around all these people to actually enjoy himself. Or maybe... he was waiting for something, that's where it was hard to tell.
Aevelyn watches her brother intently, her face a calm mask but underneath emotions rage beneath her surface. When he had requested to see her, she had not been sure how to respond. Now actually seeing him brought memories...painful memories surging to the surface. Memories she did not want to ever deal with...
Unfortunately, it looked like she would HAVE to deal with them eventually.
Watching the crowds of people enjoying themselves, she felt the all too familiar urges to join in the festivities but her brother's presence held her back as surely as a chain around her neck. "Brother, why are we here just waiting? Is there something you are waiting for?"
Acting as if what she said hadn't actually registered at all, he continued to bite at his nails for a long moment, then whispered "I'll let you know when I find it... go have some fun. Festivals really aren't my thing..." He told her, finally snapping out of it for just a moment so he could let her know that he wasn't completely out of it.
Aevelyn looks about to respond to her brother, but decides to hold her tongue...for now. She heads off to the courtyard and starts to mingle with the crowds, heading towards the vendors selling food. Helping herself to some sweet breads and a bottle of sweet flavored tea, she starts to feels more relaxed and less stressed out.
Why does Aearion insist on being such a stick in the mud? He needs to get out here and enjoy himself, for once. I think that would help his attitude immensely. He may even...dare I say...smile for once!
Damthor kept his hood down, and his cape arranged to hide as much of his tinted skin as possible. He didn't normally hide what he was but most smaller towns seemed nervous when a half breed wandered in, adventurer and potential source of gold or not. But he was here on a mission, and unfortunately one part of said mission was missing as he cursed Fealwen his breath for managing to get lost when they reached the village.
He was just thankful the small village seemed to have a pub. Which...was closed. He sighed heavily, eyeing the crowds of partying people and decided to simply mingle as much as he could and hopefully most of the drunk revelers would leave him be and not ask too many questions. He sidled through the people, trying not to bump too many of them despite his size. At least at one point someone shoved a stein into his gloved hands, so he wasn't totally bereft as he kept an eye out for his friend and partner.
Fealwen took her time as she wandered around the small village. She had grown up near a village like this so she was pretty use to the atmosphere of the place. She was enough the festival going on in the village, mainly because there was a lot of music constantly playing. She was used to being around music all the time so the lack of it when she was traveling was odd to her.
As she was walking though she slowly came to the realization that Damthor was not with her and that she had no idea where he was. She looked around but couldn’t spot him anywhere in the crowd. It shouldn’t be too hard to find him since he was much taller than most of the people in the village. He didn’t have the luck since it seemed like she got lost in the crowd. Looking around Faelwen thought she spotted him. She pushed her way through the flow of the crowd over to the man she hoped was Damthor. “Damthor!”
The big half breed turned, grunting softly when he spotted his much shorter companion. He downed the last of his drink before pushing the empty cup into some drunks hand and gesturing to her," You're easy to lose you know that?" Damthor shifted to stand closer to her despite the swirling crowd around them," I hate crowds. I ever mention that?"
Damthor felt caged in with so many people in one spot. He might be half humans but a lot of times humans pissed him off or made him the most uncomfortable. He gripped her shoulder, steering her towards a quieter part of town and ducked down a side alley where he could pull his hood down," So what are our chances of making it to the inn and getting a room for the night with all this going on?"
Fealwen couldn’t help but laugh, “Should get a bell on me. Maybe I wouldn’t be so easy to lose then. Lucky you are easy to spot.” Looking around at the growing crowd around them she could tell that Damthor was getting uncomfortable. “You have mentioned it a few times before” she said looking around again.
When Damthor put a hand on her shoulder, she allowed him to steer her out of the crowd and into an alley. She did feel bad that he felt the need to keep his hood up when they were in the small village, but if it made him more comfortable who was she to say anything against it. “There might be some chance if we go soon, but there is no guarantee. This festival doesn’t seem like something people from a lot of other villages are coming to, so there should be rooms open.” she told him, leaning her back against the wall behind her.
While the towns people were jolly and more than happy to eat and drink with Aevenly, a rather rich looking man was doing well at eying the beautiful dark haired half-elf.
Aearion rolled his eyes, of course his sister was beautiful and was being eye balled, she made a job out of it not too long ago, which he disproved of being her older brother.
Eye's leaving the lecherous older rich man, the young half-elf watched as the big hooded adventurer took his small companion and dragged her off to someplace less crowed, he wonders for a moment if this big hulk of a man shares similar tastes about crowds, or is an item with the tiny girl he came with.
Easily making his way through the crowd, he follows them, curious as to why they were sent here, and what the deal was with the hood. Though he had to admit, he had never seen a half-orc before, and seeing one now, made him a little uneasy, and not as quiet as he could be.
Aevelyn watches the crowds swirling around her and she feels the all too familiar rush of adrenalin whenever she is the center of attention. The notice of the handsome nobleman who coul not take his eyes off her was almost enough to take her mind off her brother. She shoots the handsome man a small smile, half teasing and half inviting. I wonder who he is...hopefully as rich as he looks, he he. He certainly would be much better company than Aearion. Speaking of her brother, she glanced behind her wondering whether her escapades have drawn his notice, but the crowds completely obscured her vision.
Good, now I can enjoy myself.
The Nobleman who has been eying Aevelyn smirks when she notices him and even flirts a little with him. Its uncertain whats going on through his head since he doesn't make too many more advances, but there is plenty of eye-banging going on between the two of you as he straightens his beautifully colored robes with his pamper hands which are covered in gaudy rings, obviously a very well off human man.
Picking up two of the nicer drinks that were offered in town, he walked over to Aevelyn and offered her one with a smile, bright blue eyes smiling just as wide as he is. "You certainly are a rose aren't you... My name is Hector Dalmasca." he tells her, a look of expectancy on his face.
Aevelyn blushes and takes the proffered drink. "A pleasure Mister Dalmasca. I am Aevelyn and it is an honor to meet you!"
By the Gods, what is he doing out here in the middle of nowhere?
The Prince couldn't help but smile at her blush, he sometimes had that effect on people, but normally it was dropping to one knee and groveling, it was nice that she didn't do that since he was out and about with some of his personal body guard.
"The pleasure is all mine madam." He said tipping his head down to her. "Enjoying the festival?"
Aevelyn sips the glass of blood-rose wine who the handsome Prince offered her and realized this vintage was a very good (and expensive) one. He definitely knows the finer pleasures in life, but it does beg the question what is he really doing here. I don't think he came out here for just a good time.
She gives him a dazzling smile, "I am having a wonderful time here what with all these sights and sounds!" She tilts her head in curiosity, "And you, are you enjoying this as well?"
Taking a slow sip of his drink, he nodded his head as he looked around, "Yes, this town is quiet beautiful, you know they're going to release butterflies at some point during the day, though I fear that the sight will pale in comparison to your beauty." He returned the dazzling look she gave him.
Aevelyn's blush grew deeper as he pays her another compliment. She takes another sip of her wine, feeling a heady rush of emotions through her body. Trying to maintain a grip on her emotions, she looks past the crowds wondering where her brother disappeared to.
Control yourself, Aev...This man is far more dangerous than the local yokels who shower you with flowers and other trifling favors. What is your game, my Prince?
"I...I...why thank you, my Lo--...Hector! May I call you that, or would you prefer to be more formal?"
"Please call me Hector! If I wanted some kind of formality, I wouldn't be in a little back water town like this now would I?" He said with an amused look on his face as he glanced around when she did, wondering who she was looking for.
"Did I steal you from your date Aevelyn?"
She laughs throatily in response to his question. "No, Hector. Not my date but my brother. He is quite protective of me, although he does give me room when he thinks I cannot get into trouble!" She finishes off the glass of wine, and looks for a refill of her glass. "I know this place seems very provincial, but some of us rather enjoy it at times. It is quiet and peaceful which appeals to me nowadays."
The prince nodded his head, "Ah, brothers can be troublesome... I have a younger brother myself. Though I do understand wanting some peace and quiet... Also it was rather nice to tell someone who I was and not have them drop to one knee as if I was going to smite them for existing." He explained as to why their conversation had honestly continue.
"Do I need to leave you to find him though? Make sure he's not getting into trouble?" he said giving her a small wink.
Aevelyn returns the wink, and laughs "Actually, Hector having you close to me will draw him to me like a fly is drawn to honey! Plus, I DO enjoy your company."
Damthor tenses up, noticing someone watching himself and Faelwen. He drags his hood back up as he snaps," F#$%ing...we were apparently followed!" He snarled quietly, eyes gleaming unhappily. He could see the hesitance in the kid to be seen but well too damn bad he'd gone and followed them like a f$%~ing puppy.
Damthor moved to grab him and drag him further into the alley to question him on why he was following them in the first place!
To those only watching, they see the a flash of light quickly engulfed in fuming smoke inside a window of the second floor of a building far off from the town circle and fesitivies.
A small humanoid emerges from the window along with a billowing cloud of smoke as he pops up on the windowsill, feet on the edge and face blackened by the recent "test." Leaning out, saving himself from a messy demise only by clutching to the side of the windowsill with one hand, the other clutched in rage, fist shaking fervorously at the general town. "Will you keep it DOWN! SEESH!" Muttering to himself while retreating back into his household. "Can't even steadily pour a vial of almaphahyde in these conditions. EVERY year these . . . .*grumble mutter*"