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Can't wait for the end of the week :)

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a few levels would be awesome!!!!

“The Sandpoint Garrison”. Three hours after sunup:
Alaren listens as Savarend explains how he sees Elves. She giggles as he reaches for his forth bear claw and they head back to the Rusty Dragon.

“The Tip”. Sundown:
Alaren watches as E-Terah puts her face within inches of the coachman's and requests her money back. She tenses when E-Terah says,

I'm taking you t' th' sheriff.

Alaren watches the crowd, hoping for the best outcome of simply walking out of here and straight to the Garrison. Sense Motive 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Evening at the Rusty Dragon.
She watches as Saverend calls the Elf ma'am and smiles, she quickly hides her smile behind her hand but does not look away. He kind of reminds her of someone back at school.

As the Elf moves over to them she listens as he accuses them of endangering the townsfolk with your ill-advised “antics” against the goblins, implying you should have left the defense of the town to the city guard and other “trained professionals.” She drops her hand and straightens as Dairkal and E-Terah respond.
Sir, There is more here than it appears. We simply helped the city's guards as they were not there to prevent the Temple from being set on fire. We did not wish to see damage and harm come to the Sandpoint and the new Temple. She keeps eye contact with the Elf. She looks for anything that may link him to yesterday's events. Also, she does not look away as he probably already considers her beneath him because of her heritage.
Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Sorry for my absence - last minute work and deadlines popped up this week.

“The Sandpoint Garrison”. Three hours after sunup:

Alaren follows Saverend into the Sanpoint Savories and gradiously accepts Alma's bearclaw pastries. She watches out the window as she nibbles at the treat. She glances at Savarend, This is good.
She takes another bite while thinking about the Goblin in the cells under the Garrison. Normally she would write down all her observations about the creature and what it had said and done. She starts to pull out her journal but tilts her head as she watches the residents of Sandpoint through the window, and puts the journal back. [i] Later she thinks to herself.
Savarend, have you seen any elves or half elves around Sandpoint since the incident, or even before? The Goblin has given us a description, although limited. The skeletons that attacked us this morning were created by magic, so from my limited point of view we are looking for a male elf wizard? Alaren ends her thoughts with more of a question than a statement. She feels frustrated by the lack of information she has at her fingertips. She is use to being able to find answers when confronting a problem. All the research she has done always ended in answers for her, now frustration seems to be her only answer.
She looks back at the Paladen as he finishes his Bearclaw in hand. I would really have like to have seen the Goblin's necklace - sometimes goblins, especially lower status ones, use symbols and objects to communicate instead of words. Perhaps it was attempting to answer the question after all.

“The Tip”. Sundown:
Alaren carefully watches the crowd as E-Terah confronts the Coachman. She seems to have the Sailors Ears as she tells the tale of what truly happened on the Lonely Coast Road.
Perception Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Alaren is watching for any sign of trouble as she makes her way towards E-Terah. She does remember to keep her back to the wall when at all possible. She does not want to get caught in the middle of a group if she can help it. And she wants to make sure E-Terah is not out to get herself into trouble. She thinks to herself, Why does it seem like I am following this Dwarf into trouble again.
Sense Motive of the crowd 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Evening at the Rusty Dragon.:
Alaren watches as Dairkal seems to pick up on what they Gentalman is saying. She looks around at the rest of the patrons, who all seem to be looking at the bottom of their mugs. What did he say? She whispers to Dairkal. She looks around again,
perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

I hope everyone is safe up in the North East.

“The Tip”. Sundown.

Alaren quickens her steps as the oracle enters the Hagfish. She takes a deep breath and loosens a dagger from its sheath on her belt and drops her hand to her side, bidding the blade but prepared in case a need arises.
Alaren reaches the door of the Hagfish and steps just inside the door. Watching E-Terah she looks around to see whom the dwarf may be cooking for.

Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

“The Sandpoint Garrison”. Three hours after sunup:

Alaren watches as Blarg reaches for where is necklace would have been. She watches the Goblin a few moments more and then heads up the stairs after E-Terah.
She looks back one more time before leaving the dungeon, just in case she missed something.

Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

When she reaches the main floor she inquires as to where the thing are that the goblin had with it. She wants to see this necklace.

Alaren watches as E-Terah heads out and smiles when she hears Savarend ask about a pastry shop for bear claws.

Alaren watches E-Terah's reaction to what ever news the town guard brought. As E-Terah waddles out of the Rusty Dragon, Alaren puts her bow over her shoulder and follows E-Terah out the door. When she passes the town guard she smiles and asks Where?
He replies, Hagfish

She moves quickly following E-Terah.

Woo! Sidequest!!

Do you want assistance or do you want to kick his butt alone?

“The Sandpoint Garrison”. Three hours after sunup:

Alaren listens as Blarg whines when Savarend grabbed him and then rants on about not stealing name. When he answers her questions she quietly listens.

Pleading to Alaran it yells out. Blarg no know name. Blarg know Blarg name. It’a Blarg.

Ugly longshank banger with ears wan’a be lik’a gobbies only ugly smooth *gag* ukk. Ugly.
Only chief talkie talk to ugly crack wiper, no Blarg. Blarg be from here. This be Balrg!
The goblin is pointing to where his necklace would have been.

Knowledge local 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

You did not answer the questions Blarg - What tribes? Who chief? She repeats E-Terah's questions calmly - less aggressive. Good elf, bad dwarves routine Why come here? What was the reason?

“The Tip” Sundown. The Rusty Dragon Inn:
Alaren quietly eats with the rest of the group, she is pushing around a fork of food around the plate in front of her, thinking about what they learned from the Goblin. Obsessed that an Elf, crack wiper as Blarg called him, is using Goblins for what purpose. She notices as a town guard appears at E-Terah's side. She looks at him and notices that the weight of his hand on E-Terah's shoulder seems to increase as he finishes what he has to say. Alaren simply awaits E-Terah's reaction to what she has been told to see if it is something relating to the attack by the Goblins or another matter.

Evening at the Rusty Dragon.
Alaren still feeling a bit sore from the encounter with the skeletons that morning, sits close to the fire pondering the day. She sips at a hot drink in a large mug and watches the Entertainment. Trying to blend in with the rest of the group, she fights the inclination to retire to the room and write in her journal about the days events. She notices as Aldren Foxglove enters but pays little attention to his actions, he is simply impressed by status and she dismisses him as a treat.

Somewhere between whisky shots and mandolin ballads, the taverns door slams open with a violent rattle and boom. A surly visitor enters shouting sharp-tongued commands a in a strange language. The other patrons of the bar, seeming to recognize him, grow very quiet and interested in their drinks.

Alaren looks at the man who is yelling - trying to determine what he is yelling. She looks around at the regulars who now appear to be more interested in the bottom of their mugs than anything else.

Alaren cringes as she watches Savarend wrap is fingers around the Goblin. But relaxes a bit as E-Terah continues her intimidation.

An Elf using Goblins, what more can they learn from Blarg.

Alaren listens as E-Terah questions the Goblin, she is standing in back of the group letting the dwarfs take the lead on the questioning.

She watches with disgust as the goblin pees on itself. Listening to the goblin chater she catches first it's name. Blarg. He is definitely threatened by E-Terah's vision of goblin hell. She wrinkles her nose in disgust as he points it's finger at her.

They were sent by an elf? That does not make sense.

What is Longshankz name? Why did he send you? she yells at the Goblin. She is frustrated and blurs it out.
tell us or we will write on you and send you back to your tribe. Tell me, what do they do to Blarg if you know words?

Intimadte 1d20 ⇒ 13

Alaren looks back at the rest of the cemetery while the Sheriff answers her questions.

She nods when the Sheriff says they could question the Gob in the Holding cell.

Don' worry,we'll get some useful tidbits outta th' lil' turd kicker. If not we'll do it Hosk's way.

I suggest we go back there and start question the Gob now and then see where that leads up.

Alaren follows Savarend and looks at the crypt that use to hold remains.

Why would they take Fater Tobin's remains and not any of the others. Was this what they actually came for and the rest was just a way to not be detected. she directs her questions to the Sheriff, but is also thinking out loud. why this one crypt and not the others in here?

Hi guys,
I will be out of town today and tomorrow. Will check in when I get a chance but wanted to give a heads up.

Alaren smiles at Haley for the fire that destroyed the undead, then looks into the tomb beyond the door.

Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Looking for untying disturbed by whomever opened the tomb as well as if there are any hidden passages inside the tomb.

Congratulations!

Lookie. The server is back up. Yea.

I tried to make a game post twice today and it was down both times :-(

It was sever goblins.

Sure - I accidentally dropped my phone.

Alaren screams as as the second skeleton tears through her shirt and leaves four long claw marks on her left arm. She looks down and sees the torn flesh. Watching the jaw of the skull moving up and down as if making a silent battle cry, she responds and and brings her sword down with as much force as she can muster.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

E-Terah, I think Iron dice does the same thing I do - roll attack and damage together so that if it does it you don't have to edit the post to do damage.

I think I need more training on killing undead.

Start at G6

Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

Alaren stiffens when she sees the skelatel hand claw at E-Terah. Taking her sword out of the scabbard, as E-Terah swings open the door. Alaren steps forward to H6 and attacks the skeleton.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

Damage 1d10 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Where is everyone?

Alaren looks around at the Goblin prints, I say we have a look at the inside to see if they took anything that we can determine.

Alaren looks around at the ground as well as at the stone door.

Perception Check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Survival Check : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Alaren bits on her lower lip and looks at E-Terah as she describes what she sees.

Hmm. Doesn't look like another goblinoid like a bugbear or a hob was wit em. Somebody wit shoes. They looted th crypt f'r something an snuck off in all th confusion. Maybe th raid was a diversion. Its a common tactic f'r those who use gobs as cannon fodder t' further their schemes. It's practically overrated.

The foot prints are as chaotic as the Goblins themselves. Not sure how many there are. And a humanoid.

She again bits the corner of her bottom lip, turning her thoughts inward.
Her limited experience in exploring Thassilonian Ruins has taught her to always ask does this lead somewhere else, is there a hidden passage.

I suggest we search the inside of the crept for anything that maybe disturbed and to see if this leads to anywhere else.

The Sheriff stands straight as a rail, displaying his authoritative qualities once again.

The little green runt wad ain't goin' nowhere fast locked in it's cell. What say we "unjar" the good Fathers crypt, then ya can see to tha comforts of the guest below. Business before pleasure after all.

Alaren simply nodes her head, Of course Sheriff, just trying to find out how and why the Goblins attacked the town last night. She follows E-Terah outside.

Alaren nodes in agreement with Haley when she tells Father Zantus that we'd be happy to help look over the vault for you. She smiles and stifles a laugh while E-Terah do scribes the Human coach driver, by turning away and covering her mouth. note - do not get on E-Terah's bad side, she would be an a bad enemy to have.

Alaren looks back at the Sheriff, Sheriff has anyone questioned the Goblin causing a ruckus in the holding cell downstairs? she looks at E-Terah knowing the Dwarf would be more than able to intimidate the Goblin. If not I would like to assist, like E-Terah said we both speak Goblin. Before we go and assist with the search of this vault.

She stands in a relaxed but ready position, and smiles. A habit picked up while at the academy - it seemed to make her human teachers more relaxed around her.

Masao the sight / session might have timed out. If I am working on a mobile device I usually use TextEdit to type out my response, then cut and paste it into the website and hit submit.
Even when I am on a computer and I am typing a response into the website I usually copy the text just in case it does something weird. That way all the work and effort of the awesome post does not just fly into the nothingness.

Alaren nodes when Sheriff Hemlock points to her and recalls her name.

Mmmm. Alaren I believe you said your name was. You woodsy ranger types often detest goblins and such creatures for defileing the countryside.

Alaren says, That I do.

I only have ‘bout a dozen full time town guards here. Th’ rest are militia, all with jobs, responsibilities an' families. I can keep ‘em together for a short time, but sure could use same trained warriors ta’ stick around a few days to ease townfolks tensions and run off any green runt straglers.

So. Is that what brings ya here, or am I mistaken?

Alaren looks at the others then back at the Sheriff. She does not know their motivations. She is here because she is in the right place at the right time to help.

Alaren watches for any thing out of the ordinary on the way to the Garrison. She takes everything in as they walk the street. She takes a special interest in The Curious Goblin- A Book Shop. I must remember to go back and look through the Book Shop for anything relating to my study of the Thassilon Empire.

She is surprised by the reception they get from the Townspeople, Curious ...

As you pass the window of Sandpoint Savories, an energetic femail runs out with an arm full of fresh pasteries and shoves one into each of your hands. Thanks you. Thank you all so much. You bravery is.. is. Well. It’s great! Enjoy.

Thank you Alaren smiles and accepts the pastry.

Oi,Sheriff Hemlock! It's us,th' lot from last night!

Alaren approaches the Garrison building, continuously looking around and listening to see if she can get any idea what they have learned since last night.

Perception Check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

Alaren listens to Claren, her story is so familiar. Lost parents, no family, taken in by ..... She smiles at Claren as she sits the cup on the table and then skips off.

Alaren's eye glaze over as she watches Claren skip away. She thoughts are turned to far off location and long ago... She shakes the thought away and thinks, she has a few GP in her pouch. She takes 2 of them out of the pouch and put them into the the tin cup.

She smiles as E-Terah and Savarend have already done the same.

Well... she finishes the large mug of coffee in front of her. I think we should at least talk to the Sheriff together, find out what he has discovered overnight. Then we can look into ways to determine what happened yesterday, how the Goblins got in and if anyone in Sandpoint helped them. Also the Sheriff has the Goblin from yesterday. Questioning it may be the most productive thing to start with. I am ready to go when everyone else is.

Now that is funny!

Alaren smiles at Dairkal 's complement.

She turns to Haley, I do speak Goblin. I think we should help interrogate the Goblin and see if it gives anyone up.

I think Haley did have to much to drink last night. =)

E-Terah took a long pull of the milk and sugar saturated coffee she-d received. She quirked a arching hot pink brow. Answers,hopefully.

Alaren nodes as her breakfast arrives. She takes a sip of the coffee. She watches with interest as Savarend toddles down the stairs and sidles up to the bar, clearly still under the influence of last night's festivities.

Haley sits at the table, draping the damp towel near the fire to dry, and begins to weave the ribbons into loose strands of her hair.

So... She pulls over a plate of cooling pastries and runs her finger across the honey glaze before bringing it to her lips. What is on the agenda today?

Maybe we should start by taking to the Sheriff. He might have some answers. She tilts her head to one side. Then picks at the fruit on her plate.

Alaren watches as Haley and E-Terah move about the room.

After a drink last night with the rest of the group, Alaren retired to the room. Getting a little extra time before the rest of the group came up, she was able write in her journal and ponder the days events while taking a nice long bath.

Alaren blinks the last thought of her dreams away and rubs her eyes as she sits up in bed.

E-Terah gave an appreciative sniff,button nose flaring. Hmm. Coffee. Brewed strong.

Smiling, Alaren nodes and get out of bed. She dresses in a pair of dark green trousers and a loose long sleeve light green shirt which she leave slightly open at the neck. She quickly wraps a long jade sash around her waist and middle section several times. She then puts on a tan over tunic that has flared sleeves at the elbow and a high collar. She leaves the over tunic open in the front and it drapes to her calves like a dress. She straps on a wide belt and bracers and looking quickly at her reflection quickly combs through her raven hair. Satisfied she attaches her sword to the belt and picks up her bow and quiver of arrows.

She looks back at Haley who is standing in the room. A real home cooked breakfast sounds good. Better than rations or trail mix. She smiles and meets the others downstairs.

She takes a seat at the table with E-Terah. Mind if I join you? She sets down the quiver next to her foot and hangs to bow on the chair.

She awaits the server and when she arrives smiles and says, Coffee, biscuits, bacon and fruit if there is any.

She watches as Dairkal moves about the common room doing whatever is asked by Ameiko.

Waiting for breakfast, she looks at her journal that she pulls from a pouch on her belt. She looks at her notes from last night. She wonders what this day will have in store for them. She looks back up at E-Terah. What do you think today will bring?

Alaren looks at the giant jar. She purses her lips together until they disappear and simply nods at the sight of the thing.

She looks at E-Terah, We should get over to the Rusty Dragon before those four drink Ameiko out of everything.

Yay - the game lives!

Alaren a bit surprised by the glow rod being used as a weapon, puts her hand on the hilt of her sword, but relaxes as she recognizes the ranger.

Who there! Squinting his eyes from the fire to the darkened entrance he bellows. Do I know that voice!? Ho. Is that you my she-dwarf friend? Yes. Yes it is! Ho hohoho. Don’t just stand there, get yo’r arse in here. An who’s dis ya brings wit’ ya?

Alaran follows E-Terah as she enters the Goblin Squash Stables. She looks around and sees a well maintained stables. As she looks around she sees rows of preserved goblin ears nailed in place to three of the overhead rafters, each with a name burned into it’s leathery flesh.

She listens to the tale Deverin tells with great fervor. She grimaces as he continues with how he mashed the Goblin's head in against a water barrel. Alaren relaxes when the burly ranger's face relaxes to a more normal smile.

Alaren looks around again, wondering why Deverin would take up such a collection.

Hiya, Hosk. See ya been busy. This 'ere's Alaren.

She helped me an' some others rout th' rest o' th' lil' turds. Mebbie ya should call it Mashed-Head. Since you did mash it's head! Wondering if you be takin' bounties. Killed a warchanter an' a commando 'long with some grunts. Alaren here caught one fo'...interrogation. We c'n find out who's behind this attack an' punish who's responsible.

Alaren looks at Deverin, Did you kill all those Goblins? She looks back up at the rafters.

We await your post with baited goblins. :)

Drinking is a hobby, right? :)

Cool map!

Alaren catches up with E-Terah and walks in silence, unsure as to why she'd died to tag along with the eccentric Dwarf.
More alert than normal, she tries to focus on the noises on this town to determine if any Goblins are still hiding and waiting.

She looks at the large sign of the Goblin Squash Stables. Appropriate she thinks to herself.

A warm glowing light emits from the stables double doors that lay slightly ajar enough to let in a humanoid sized figure. Peeking inside you see a burly man sitting at a work bench hunched over a project. A firry branding type tool, only filled to a small to a point, is busy humming and working away on his project.

Perception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

I should stop posting when I am tired, looks like I can't spell :(

Alaren sighs, The bath will wait.

Wait E-Terah, I will go with you. No sense in letting you have all the fun if there are any Goblins left in Sandpoint.
Alaren runs to catch up with E-Terah.