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“I must say Furnok I heard you were no friend to goblinkind earlier at the butcher but I am surprised you feel the need for any guard dogs or hogs with a scythe arm like that,” Faolan says, complimenting the man he had met briefly earlier in the day before all of this chaos started. He was curious about the rest of them as well, it said something about a person when they would stand and fight to help others get away, rather than running themselves. Thinking back to his fortune reading he wondered if it perhaps that was a sign that he shouldn’t put himself in such precarious positions. With a sigh he decided it was pointless to think such things. He wasn’t the type of person to simply turn tail and run from problems.

“I dont actually have a weapon to speak of but if its all the same to you all I would like to go with you. At the very least I can provide aid to anyone who needs it. And besides, Im quite curious as to what would make the Goblins attack a town in such numbers. Faolan O Cuinn is my name, by the by, Thassilonian historian by trade,” Faolan explains with a small bow. With chaos all around them it isnt long before they find themselves facing more Goblins.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Faolan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise as he watched the farmer he had just spoken to a few hours ago tear through the Goblin near him. True, the man had expressed his hatred of the creatures before but Faolan hadn’t expected him to be so proficient at dealing with them. It seemed as though a few other people had also stayed behind to help clean things up. Faolan was without a weapon and one of his few versatile spells for the day was cast. He instead cast his gaze over the square for any of the townsfolk who might have found themselves hurt in the rush. He’d also keep an ear out for anymore Goblins in the area. With their singing and rampaging it was hard to miss them but Faolan didn’t want to risk getting surprised.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 : Looking for other Goblins or townsfolk in need of help. Ill need to buy a crossbow or something after this since I neglected to do so in character creation for some reason.

Although he initially couldn’t see them he certainly heard them when they started up with their songs. Faolan grimaces, he should have known the chaos was the fault of Goblins. Worst of all was that he had not prepared any combative spells this morning, he had expected the festival to be a safe place. When he was traveling he often made sure to study something simple in case he got into trouble with wild animals or the like. But he was currently without a weapon. As one of the Goblins came running at him to attack he barely managed to shift out of the way in time. After dodging he moved himself back another five feet to open up some space between him and the Goblin and then called upon an invocation he did prepare just in case it became necessary, “زيت”

As he called out the incantation he reached into his component pouch and threw out a small bit of congealed fat. As the spell took hold the mass expanded and quickly covered up a ten foot square, coating the Goblin thoroughly and making it so that he would have to wade through it to get to either Faolan or the man who had just attacked one of the Goblins. It would offer them a little time if nothing else.

Move: Five-foot step back.
Cast Grease [Standard]: DC 15 Reflex or the Goblin falls prone. Can move at half speed through the Grease with a DC 10 Acrobatics. Failing forces another Reflex save or you fall, failing by 5 or more means you automatically fall.

Map Section: Here

When chaos breaks out Faolan finds himself regretting his late arrival to the event. As soon as people start pushing and trying to flee he’s in their way and their passage prevents him from seeing much all around him. Thrown off he looks around but cant see what is causing the disturbance. Since it's getting dark he figure perhaps a little light well help him see the threat and might just help people be a little more organized in their evacuation. With a gesture and a word in the clear yet languid Infernal tongue, the language in which he was taught magic by his Chelaxian master he commanded, “אוֹضوء"

With that four will-o-whisp like orbs floated up above his head to provide some illumination to the area. As they floated up he switched back to common and began calling out to people, "Please don't panic! If there is an attack make your way quickly but carefully back to your homes and lock yourselves in! If you shove or push you'll only risk hurting others or getting in the way of the guards!"

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Dancing Lights: Four orbs that shine like torches occupying a 10x10 foot cube basically. They are flying just over the heads of the crowd now but can be made to fly anywhere within 100 feet.

Faolan shuffles the cards as requested and watches as Madame Mvashti lays them out before her. There is an eager smile on his face as he watches. When she flips and reads the first card though his smile falters slightly. The second that follows hits even closer to home. The third seemed promising, to the point that he wondered if she was trying to make the reading happier to appease him but the cards representing his future were anything but appealing. He was so transfixed by the reading that he hadn’t even thought to Detect Magic on what the woman was doing. But he had never met Madame Mvashti on his prior, brief trips into the town. She would have no reason to know of his lost master and the anger and impotence that built up inside him at times over his inability to prevent or undo that tragedy. When she scoops up the cards the spell is broken over him somewhat and he sheepishly grins, realizing that he was likely staring mouth agape like any first timer at a Varisian caravan. When she tried to deny his payment though he smiled widely and reached out and placed the two silver coins gently in her hand, “Please keep these. I am Varisian myself and I knew a true seer once. I didn’t come here to be told only pleasantries, I came to hear my fortune. If it is dark, so be it. Without the dark of night we would not appreciate the day that follows. You read my fortune true and that deserves payment. Thank you.”

With the reading done he realized that it was about time to see Father Zantus in front of the Cathedral. He was actually a little behind everyone but managed to work his way around the right side to so that he'd have a good view around most of the crowd from the back on the right.

I loved that reading actually. Ill take off the 2 Silver.

Faolan listened with interest as the various town figures spoke their part. It seemed as though a tremendous amount of effort from numerous people had gone into making this festival something truly special. In that regard he was immensely glad that he had decided to stay in town for the event. Seeing people coming together in a small town like this was one of the best parts of traveling around the country. He perks up a little at the mention of a performer from Magnimar, it was surprising to hear of someone from such a large city touring at a smaller one. They must have called on quite a few favors to get someone like that out to Sandpoint to perform. Faolan particularly enjoys the presentation by Father Zantus. The Church’s opening was a large part of why he had come to the town in the first place. He paid respect to a number of Gods and Goddesses but Desna had always been a part of his life. As a native Varisian the protector of travelers was close to Faolan’s heart. He had heard a similar story as the one that Father Zantus had told before. Tales of the Night Monarch had always been Faolan’s favorites as a child personally but this was a good one and the Father told it well.

Faolan wanders over to grab a bite to eat from Ameiko, as he promised he would earlier that day. He hadn’t actually had much of the cooking from the Rusty Dragon yet, he’d been out and about and finishing off some of his trail rations he had brought with him into town. He was more than happy to get a real hot meal now though. As he dug in he asked some questions about the spices, “Now Madame Ameiko I have traveled quite a bit and I must say I’ve never had anything quite like this. Where do these spices hail from? I’ve had Katapesh spice blends, but those are heavier and somewhat harsher than this. It is quite amazing.”

After chatting with her for a moment he witnesses an older Minkaian man shoot her a rather foul look. Given how far they were from Tian Xia and a certain familiarity he had to assume that they were family. Not wanting to pry too much he says simply, “A shame not everyone seems to be enjoying this lovely event.”

Once he had spent a little bit of time there he would make his way over to the fortune tellers station. As a Varisian fortunes always interested him and he had known numerous people who claimed they could divine the future over the years. Having received training in the arcane he was always curious to see if there was any real basis in a fortune teller’s abilities. The last time someone with real talent tried to reach his future they were unable to discover anything useful, they said his future was chaotic and disjointed. That wasn’t surprising given how his exposure to the ancient artifacts had altered how time seemed to affect him. Perhaps this Madam Mvashti would be able to shed some light on his future, or perhaps not, either way he figured it might be interesting to observe.

I'm sorry guys I've had a rough week at work and its left me sapped creatively. I will have a post up sometime tomorrow. After reading those awesome event posts I didn't have it in me to just throw up something half assed.

Faolan listened in, nodding at the comment about the boars, “Boars would certainly put up quite a bit of a fight against some goblins. So that certainly seems like it could be a potential solution for you. If you can get the boars to behave that is, no small task in its own right I am sure.”

Faolan smiles and confirms Furnok’s suspicion about the direction he was heading, “I am indeed. I haven’t been to Sandpoint in quite some time. My Master use to come here occasionally earlier on in my training but we haven’t been by in several years at this point. I would certainly welcome the company and directions if you would not be to put out showing a non-local around.”

It would be good to have a local to talk to about the area. He needed people who were familiar with the kinds of oddities that Sandpoint was rapidly becoming known for. Anywhere strange things were happening in Varisia drew Faolan’s interest. Arcane accidents, mishaps and mayhem were all sources of potential information about ways to reconnect with his master. And though he’d made little progress on that front Faolan was also a historian and it was good to hear the stories not just of the rise and fall of kingdoms, but the lives of the simple people in those kingdoms. So he was only too happy to accompany Furnok towards the event at the Cathedral if that was where the farmer was headed as well.

Faolan had initially been surprised to see a Minkaian running the inn but from his brief interactions with Ameiko Kaijitsu he had found her to be pleasant and personable. Besides it was always nice to not feel like the only foreigner in town. Although right now he was sure not to be, he had seen all types coming in for the Festival, plenty of people who normally didn’t call Sandpoint home had showed up for the various events planned for the next couple days. In truth he had been lucky to get here when he did, he was fairly certain the Rusty Dragon was quickly filling up its rooms with out of town guests. He smiled and called out to the owner as he left, “I will most certainly be back to try some of that delicious smelling food later tonight. Dont work too hard, Im sure you can get away and enjoy some of the festivities yourself today.”

He made his way out onto Market Street and paused outside the meat market where a farmer was apparently bringing some of his pigs in for sale. He paused as the butcher and farmer sorted things out but he couldn’t help overhear what they were talking about. Before he could think better of it he interrupted the conversation, talking to Furnok, “Goblins fear dogs by nature it's true, but they also hate them terribly so I’d be careful with using dogs if I were you. If they work up the courage you’re liable to find a good dog ganged up on and brutally murdered. My old caravan rescued a mutt from a goblin attack years back, we were lucky to stumble upon it when we did. Vicious little creatures when they work up the will to attack. Sorry to butt into the conversation, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation as I passed by, Scholar Faolan Ó Cuinn at your service.”

OOC: Figured Id try to start meeting up with people and it seemed plausible for him to run into Furnok.

Faolan had actually been to Sandpoint several years back, before he had lost master Cailean. Thus, returning without him was somewhat bittersweet. It seemed as though the town had suffered its own fair share of tragedy in that time. Rumors of those strange occurrences were actually a part of what had drawn him back here in the first place. With the festivals and celebrations happening he had decided it was the perfect excuse to stick around and enjoy the festivities a little bit. As a Varisian travel had always been in his blood and he had rarely stuck around one place too long, but he’d been without a traveling companion for several years now and he rarely missed the chance to interact with people and enjoy himself. He had no specific plans for the morning and intended to take his time observing anything of interest that happened to come up in the town.

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