Girnt takes the time to let his gaze wander over the various goods. It always surprised him to see how many different items would wander into Sandpoint. It always made things much more interesting than his old home with the elves.
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Girnt picks up the vial and cloak and shows them to the others. "Seems our visitor wasn't too worried about covering his tracks. Anyone recognize these or their use?" Leaving the items with them, Girnt inspects the sarcophagus and decides to check on his hunch. "Seems they disturbed the coffin as well. Anyone care to give me a hand?" With that, Girnt helps push the lid just enough to investigate inside.
Heading into the crypt, Girnt looks around at the interior, quite worried about the implications of what just happened. Searching carefully, Girnt does his best to find any clues.
Girnt is taken aback at the skeleton's sudden appearance. An undead here in Sandpoint? Girnt readies an arrow, but hesitates to fire with his new allies blocking his line of sight.
"It could be possible," Girnt says in response to Snyk. "Goblins are usually unruly creatures that even fight among themselves, but if someone was working with them, someone with enough power to keep them in line, then that would explain why the tribes were working together in the raid yesterday. As for possible culprits, Sandpoint doesn't have many discontents..."
"This is a tomb," Girnt replies, a bit offset by the simple question from the warforged. "We bury and entomb our dead here as a sign of respect for the lives they lived." "As for these tracks, I find them rather disturbing," Girnt continues, assessing what he had found. "Goblin activity, but little recent prints from other species. Maybe a single human or similar humanoid as fresh as these goblin prints. I can make out about three or four goblins." "The real question is why goblins would be here. Nothing to burn. Nothing to kill. Seems the only humanoid prints follow the goblins' though, and they were carrying a heavier load on the way out. Might be one party is tracking the other. Or...well, someone might have taken advantage and tried to start looting. A rather despicable act, but possible with so many strangers here for the festival. The crypt might shine a few lights on these situation, though."
Girnt frowns. People come here often enough, but the place would probably have been empty during the festival. But disturbing the dead was definitely strange. Stepping forward lightly, Girnt crouches near the ground and tries to make out any prints around the tomb.
"I see. I was also quite surprised to see the tribes working together," Girnt says. "I'm wondering if there is any gaps along the river, so I'll look into that as well to see if they somehow came across there. You can count on me to help out."
Already ready to go, Girnt fills the time by checking his arrows and making sure each are ready and in order before heading to the Town Hall.
"And me," Girnt speaks up.
Girnt frowns as he sees Foxglove's sudden rage. Seems this man was quite temperamental. The Sheriff's words come back to him from last night. It might be best to keep an eye on him after all. After the man leaves, Girnt addresses Snyk's question. "The Sheriff will probably be with the mayor about now discussing repairs and such."
"A hunter at heart, I would enjoy such a trek through the wood, but not at the moment, unfortunately. With the recent goblin attack, there will be a lot of work repairing and scouting for other possible attacks," Girnt says, reminding himself that work comes first. "Maybe in a day or two after things have settled."
After finishing his tale and a good meal, Girnt retires to his own dwelling for the night. He makes sure to rise early as usual to meet back up with the others in the morning.
Girnt leans back and sips on his apple cider, enjoying this momentary rest. He knew there would a lot of work for them starting tomorrow, so best to enjoy what time they had now. "It's not too late, so how about a tale to pass the time? I had one prepared for tonight, but it seems my audience will be a bit smaller than expected."
"Now this tale begins with a young halfling who decided..."
"We don't have many ratfolk come by Sandpoint," Girnt comments. "But we have even less warforged visit. You are a warforged, right...um, Harness? I've only heard rumors of them before."
Girnt gratefully takes a seat after everything that had happened. "So, I got a couple of your names, but how about we go over introductions again now that the chaos has died down. I'm Girnt, a local of Sandpoint."
Girnt lets out a breath and slings his bow back around now that the attack finally appears to be over. "Seems the worse is over. Ameiko owns the Rusty Dragon Inn here in town right down the main street, for you travelers. There will probably be work for us after all the damage those goblins caused. Will you all be coming to help as well? If so, we can meet up at the Rusty Dragon and arrive together."
"We held off the goblins while the people got away," Girnt informs the Sheriff. "Father Zantus is sheltering many of them in the new cathedral. Do you know anything about this sudden attack? Goblins in the streets, clans working together, fighting to the death; this isn't normal goblin activity. Have you heard from Shaelu?"
"Of course," Girnt replies, setting off with her. "Glad we had some able swords joining us in this fight. But I'm left with so many questions. Hopefully the Mayor and Sheriff will have some answers."
Girnt keeps his bow at the ready while he stays on the watch for any other goblin activity around. "There very well may be. I've never seen a goblin attack like this before."
Seeing the goblin go down, Girnt draws a bead on the now less-mobile creature and fires, ready to end this fight.
Girnt continues the chase after the last goblin, unwilling to let any go as he looses another arrow.
The giant spout of flames proves to be rather distracting for Girnt as well, as he flinches and ends up sending the arrow far into the air and nowhere near the laughing goblin target. Just magic. Just magic, Girnt tries to reassure himself as he reaches for another arrow.
Hearing the goblin's command, Girnt continues forward for a clear shot and shouts, "Khruur oc or dar!"* The harsh language is a bit grating on the tongue, but satisfying to see the reactions nonetheless.
: "Not on our watch!"
"From their weapons and appearance, I believe these goblins are actually from different tribes, though I would need time to determine which. Shaelu would know more," Girnt informs them before the man comes running into the square. Moving into action, Girnt starts toward the goblins, sending an arrow in advance at the mounted goblin. How many more are there?
"Not at all," Girnt informs them. "There are several local goblins tribes around here, but none of them would be able to pull off an attack like this. Not alone."
Seeing the goblins distracted, Girnt turns and takes a shot at one.
Girnt moves forward, already placing another arrow to the string. Sighting the mounted goblin, Girnt recognizes that it is probably higher ranked than the rest. Sighting it down his bow, he lets his first arrow fly.
Girnt keeps his bow at the ready and tries to calm a bit. These goblins were taken care of, but it definitely wasn't over yet. "I'm Girnt, local hunter," he says, coming over to the group of braves. "I thank you for helping in the fight. Never believed goblins would make it into Sandpoint proper, especially not during the festival." While he speaks, Girnt looks around for any other threats as well as searching for any wounded townspeople.
Girnt lets out a deep breath as the last of the townspeople begin to leave. Hopefully they would get somewhere safely. He is heartened to see a few staying back to help fight, though. The warforged especially catches his eye as the armored being takes the brunt of the goblins' attention. Let's see if we can't help that.
Spotting the goblins coming toward the stage, Girnt aims and lets his arrow fly, but hesitates a moment too long with so many people rushing past. Erastil keep it from hitting someone friendly.
Girnt is surprised and angered as he sees the dog appear and collapse. He instantly recognizes one of the more used goblin songs as it begins to drift in the air. Grabbing his own bow and notching an arrow, Girnt keeps an eye out for the creatures while trying to help ebb the flow of chaos around them. "Get to cover! Go indoors and block all entrances until it's over! Stay in groups!" Girnt had experience with goblins, but this was completely unprecedented. The real question is how did they get here?
"Erastil has a spot for each of us, Elery. Who knows. Maybe he's chosen one of these to be his next hunter," Girnt replies. Seeing a few more interested participants come by, Girnt waves them on. "Try your hand and see if your aim is true!"
Despite it being a festival, Girnt has still managed to find himself something to do. Helping out with the archery games, Girnt watches as each contestant tries their luck. A few kids stand close by, probably hoping to hear a story or try a bow. "Come see just how good your hunting aim really is!" Girnt shouts out, drawing out more customers. "Let's see if you really can hit the side of a barn for once!"
Indy, so GMT-5 or Eastern.
@GM Sphen: I actually happened upon the main four books in a used book shop a year ago in near perfect condition. Traded in some unneeded books and got them for free. So glad I made that trade. Also, I've gotten as far the glassworks in RotR, so I'm thinking that Girnt might keep in touch with Shaelu occasionally to help keep tabs on the goblins tribes around Sandpoint. @Elery: Actually, I was completely surprised when my Perc added up that high. I even triple checked myself. :p Guess racial advantages can give you that edge. But, yeah, I think Girnt and Elery would know each other, especially in a community as small as Sandpoint when both are Erastil followers.
Alright. I pretty much have my character nailed down. Here's the background for you guys. Crunch for this ranger in profile. Girnt Character Concept:
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Background ----------------------- Girnt was born a half-elf, between an adventuring man and a young elf. A one-night stand, the elf was left to raise the half-breed among the many disapproving eyes of the elf-kind. Never able to measure up to the standards of the elves, Girnt finally ran away from the place as a young teenager, not willing to stay with his cold people anymore. After traveling with a few caravans, Girnt finally discovered Sandpoint, a young, sleeply town that didn't discriminate and was surrounded by nature. Girnt decided to make Sandpoint his new home, and his skill at hunting and storytelling helped him settle down quickly. Much happier surrounded by the warmth of humans, Girnt does his best to help out his new home, from keeping tabs on the nearby goblins to entertaining the kids during his free time. Things have been busy since the construction of the new temple started, but now the festival is right around the corner and the town is bursting with excitement. -----------------------
Girnt is also a follower of Erastil. First learning of him during his travels before Sandpoint, Girnt enjoyed the teachings of community and family and now does his best to follow them. He believes in hardwork and helping out where possible, while placing the community first. As such, he is very protective of Sandpoint as a whole. -----------------------
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