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His prayers finished, Pellynor makes his way down to the first floor for breakfast. Upon grabbing a plate of eggs, toast and some strange meat product, he sits himself down beside the dwarf and gnomes as they too prepare themselves for the day. After greeting his fellows he proceeds to start making his way though his food, until he notices that one of the gnome's tea is behaving in a more than curious fashion. Calling upon past experiences with this particular race, Pellynor shuffles his breakfast a little further away from the experiment before continuing.
DM:
Jar and armour in hand, Pellynor bids Ven and Shayliss a good night (and once behind her father, tips her a wink) as he also flips her father a silver piece for the jar. Once outside the store, he thanks Cayden Cailean for once again seeing him through another day! Arriving back at the Rusty Dragon to a mostly depleted party, Pellynor makes his way up to his room where he collapses on his bed to a restful sleep. As the morning arrives, Pellynor begins his morning as he does every morning; offering his prayers to his god and preparing himself for another hearty breakfast.
DM: Unperturbed by what appears to be a man at the end of a righteous rage, Pellynor calmly greets the man.
"Ah Mr. Vinder, perhaps you can help us. I'm meeting some colleagues over at the new church tomorrow to discuss some business of a personal nature. But this polish I brought with me has caked and faded before a week has been over! Your daughter here was kind enough to help me lug some of my armour here tonight from the party at the Rusty Dragon so we could test some cleaners that you have in stock." He pauses for a second studying Ven before continuing, "It appears that we must have awakened you from your slumber in our search. My apologizes but the meeting is in the morning and it was I persuaded your daughter to conduct this late-night transaction."
DM: With an inner curse Pellynor sneaks back to Shayliss and whispers in her ear, "It's your father. I'm sure he's seen the candle light so follow my lead" . Quickly pulling on his tunic and making sure Shayliss is also dressed, Pellynor grabs a piece of his armour, a piece of his cloak and says loud enough for her father to hear, "You see Shayliss, this stuff I bought earlier is just not getting my armour clean. It's not even an hour later and this stuff looks like I've been wearing it for months!"
Perception: DM: With great difficulty Pellynor tears himself away from Shayliss' body. The sound of footsteps sets his whole body on alert.
"Dress yourself lass, someone's here." Pellynor whispers. Ensuring that his own clothing is in order, he peeks through the barrel gaps to catch a view of this new comer.
DM: With a cocked grin Pellynor directs his gaze around the room before returning to the woman in front of him. "Lying to a cleric carries certain consequences. I guess we'll have to find a way to forgive you." With a quick movement he lifts her in his arms and embraces her passionately.
With a inner sigh, Pellynor nods his head. "Alright, allow me a moment to get some tools." Heading up to his room, Pellynor grabs his daggers and heads off with Shayliss.
As the young woman in front of him finished her plea, Pellynor simply nodded his head. He vaguely remembered Shayliss' father, but from what he did remember it was painfully clear that this man was if anything a protective father. "It sounds like a problem that can be easily solved" He states after a moment, "But come, celebrate with the rest of us. The has been long and those rats are not going anywhere soon."
"Cailean's Tankard!" Pellynor exclaims putting down his ale, "If it isn't little Shayliss Vinder standing before me. Pellynor Thorhold at your service. You may not remember us but our families did some business together when you were much younger."
With a nod and a quick excuse, Pellynor dismisses himself from the crowd starting to gather. Quickly he moves along with the other healers, tending to the wounds and light medicine that the people need. DM:
With the civilians tended to, Pellynor makes his way to a small store. Purchasing two small clay cups and a few flowers, he slips away from the crowds and makes his way towards the newly reconstructed church. Without much trouble he finds his way towards the first set of tombstones. Gently he sets the flowers next to his parents' humble graves and offers them a short prayer. His parents honoured, Pellynor next moves among the headstones looking for a new name. After a short time he finds the names of his closest childhood friend and guardian. Tenderly, he kneels beside the graves, places the cups by each name and pours a portion of the contents of his personal flask. Pellynor raises the flask, salutes his departed friends and takes a long drink. Shortly before dusk gives way to night, Pellynor enters the Rusty Dragon to sounds of a party well underway. Quickly he spots his comrades sitting at a table, the dwarf regaling the locals with tales. After grabbing a mug of the taverns house ale, he joins his companions.
With the last of the goblins slowly being to worried to come near the adventurers or being mopped up by the local militia, the adrenaline and excitement of the battle slowly leaves Pellynor's body. His body tired, he lightly leans on his Earthbreaker as he examines the remains of the goblins. The creature looked like a ugly version of a drowned rat to Pellynor, it's malevolent eyes no longer contained the cunning he had just witnessed but it still made him think. Reaching inside the folds of his cloak, Pellynor pulled out his silver flask. Unscrewing it, he sipped the burning contents once more, offering thanks to Lucky Drunk for seeing him through another battle. Upon the dwarf's query he straightens himself up, a small smile playing across his lips. "Pellynor Thorhold, cleric of Cayden Cailean at your service and glad to say I had all of yours." He introduces himself, but stops short as he notices new wounds on some of those gathered around."This may help with those" He says pointing at the wounds. With another quick prayer he feels the energy of his god release itself into the world once more.
"Now with that settled, I've been a stranger to the town for some time but has there been a goblin infestation in recent years?"
With the last of the goblins slowly being to worried to come near the adventurers or being mopped up by the local militia, the adrenaline and excitement of the battle slowly leaves Pellynor's body. His body tired Pellynor lightly leans on his Earthbreaker as he examines the remains of the goblins. The creature looked like a ugly version of a drowned rat to Pellynor, it's malevolent eyes no longer contained the cunning he had just witnessed but it still made him think. Reaching inside the folds of his cloak, Pellynor pulled out his silver flask. Unscrewing it, he sipped the burning contents once more, offering thanks to Lucky Drunk for seeing him through another battle. Upon the dwarf's query he straightens himself up, a small smile playing across his lips. "Pellynor Thorhold, cleric of Cayden Cailean at your service." He introduces himself, "And glad to say I had all of yours. I've been a stranger to the town for some time but has there been a goblin infestation in recent years?"
Pellynor eyes his allies pair off and begin to smash aside the remaining goblins. His eyes widen as he sees the chanting, dancing goblin cast magic and with that he knows his target. Stepping to the side of the dwarf, Kazgrym, Pellynor flanks the wretched creature and takes a hearty swing at the caster.
Pellynor quickly rounds the corner with his comrades and with a weary eye he spots another group of goblins, some threatening a helpless citizen.
Pellynor's eyes blaze with fury but for all his anger he sees his allies start to move towards the wretched creatures first. Spotting the blood seeping from some of them he casts a quick prayer to Cayden Cailean for the healing power to finish the fight. "Now we finish this!" He barks as they charge forward.
Seeing the goblin would no longer be rising, Pellynor let a huff of satisfaction escape from his body. Seeing that the immediate threat had been subdued, Pellynor lifts his feet from magical vines and moves away from it while glancing around to see how is new found allies are fairing. "That's one for me Morthos!" He shouts as he kicks his way through the vines.
Enough of this Pellynor grumbles to himself. The vines and grass slowly creep up his body but with a piercing roar he surges upward and finally breaks free of the entangling vines.
Pellynor eyes the unmounted goblin and with hammer in hand, makes his way to finish the horrid creature.
attack:
The vines and grass slowly make their up Pellynor's feet as he struggles in vain to snap their hold over his legs. Undaunted, Pellynor surges forward and with another mighty swing, connects his hammer with the goblin's skull.
ooc: huh.... my bad. Thanks for catching that jlighter, for some reason I thought it did 3d6. In that case:
Earth Breaker Damage:
It kind of reminds me of 'The Hobbit'... or at least the 1977 cartoon version with all the crazy goblin songs that are constantly stuck inside one's head. Oh Tolkien... why must you have introduced the world to the monster rhyme?
Pellynor bit back a curse as the magic from his god receded from his grasp. It was a desperate gamble and the cart was far enough away that it served little more than an extra source of heat and signaling. Gripping his maul, Pellynor once more charged himself into battle targeting the troublesome creature that remained unengaged. With a roar exploding from his throat Pellynor swings his massive maul at the creature.
Despite the dire nature of the situation, Pellynor actually found himself smiling, "A worthy challenge friend. Perhaps some good will yet come from this day" As the extent of Elodie's warning came to light, Pellynor's mirth faded and his body sprang into action. He tried to will his body to move faster but the constraints of his armour made their presence known. His mind raced as he saw the creature make its way to the fuel. He knew it would never be able to catch the creature in his armour, but he at least had an idea of how to slow it down...
Upon his first inspection, it appeared that many of the festival attendants had managed to escape the chaos of the scene unharmed. Pellynor tended quickly to a few with sprains and bruising but a quick revitalizing breath from Cayden Cailean saw them on their way. As he stood in the center of the fair grounds, he could not help but be impressed with the cunning and savagery of the little beasts. It almost seemed to well placed for their intellect... It was then that Pellynor noticed that he was not alone and that the goblins had been slain were not the only ones in the town. Maul in hand, he strode quickly towards the other adventurers that too had stood against the goblins. "It appears we may have our work cut out for us" he said pointing to the remaining goblins that were ransacking the town, "anyone have any ideas on how we can get a handle on this?"
sounds all fair to me (and I say this as one who must remember from now on to have his weapon drawn beforehand). Also I really like Immless' idea for running initiative as a PC's vs. baddies run. It seems like the easiest idea to keep the combat flowing as well as allowing the DM on post instead of several individual ones. Any other thoughts?
Huffing after swinging his giant hammer through the body of the wretched creature, Pellynor glances around the chaotic scene. His blood lust spent on the marauding creature, he notices that only two creatures remain and they set upon by those with steadier nerves. With the immediate threat of the goblins past, Pellynor straightens his back and looks around the ruined festival, his duty as a cleric not forgotten.
Stowing his flask with one hand, Pellynor reaches back for his great Earth Breaker as he charges forward towards the Goblin armed with the bow. A great surge of adrenaline focuses his eyes on his target and with a mighty swing he brings the hammer down at the goblin. The ugly creature makes screeches as the cleric bears down on him and barely jumps out of the way. rolls:
DM and Elodie:
With the final remarks of Father Zantus, Pellynor leaned back on his heels as he pulled out a small ornate flask. With an almost ceremonious gesture he raised the flask and though his eyes ever left the stage he said to the young druid, "Cayden Cailean's blessings on this festival." With a quick swig he grimaced with the burning liquid before resealing it and replacing it within his armour.
"I've been out of Sandpoint for a long time, care to show an old resident where the best food is these days?"
LATER With a belly warm and content from a number of glorious feasts, Pellynor stepped out into the fair grounds with the crowds as the consecration was about to begin. He reaches into his armour once more to offer Cayden Cailean's blessings on the festival. No sooner does the sacrament reach his lips when a scream rings out, nearly causing him to drop his ornate flask.
DM and Elodie: As the first speaker made her way up to the podium, Pellynor shifted himself to better observe the speaker while still speaking with the locals. "Just passing through unfortunately. I hope to find a few old acquaintances while I'm here.” A small grin appeared on his face, “I know they would find my vocation rather amusing.”
As the speaker went on, Pellynor felt his anticipation for the feast growing (especially so with the mention of the White Deer’s peppercorn venison) and he sensed that the crowds’ hunger was close to matching his own. His domineer quickly fell as the Sheriff took the stand and paid homage to the memory of the victims of Sandpoint’s bloodied past. After the sheriff finishes his careful reminders, he mummers “Yes, just passing through”.
DM and Elodie: Pellynor jerked at the feeling of his weapon moving within the confines of his sheath. His surprised was only magnified to see a cougar licking the oil he had used to properly maintain his weapon. But with the greeting from the druid his anxiety lessened and he grinned in return.
"It's quite alright" Pellynor said, "Allow me to introduce yourself. My name is Pellynor Thorhold, a member of the brotherhood of Cayden Cailean and... a citizen of Sandpoint a long time ago. I'm afraid that you both have a me at a disadvantage."
DM: Things change with the coming and going of the world. Pellynor knew this, his brothers-in-service knew this, even his god was well aware of the fickle nature of fate and yet the sight of not the kindly old priest who sheltered him long ago but instead a more youthful man. Shaking his head, Pellynor knew it was foolish to expect that Father Tobyn would still be in the church after such a long time but still he had hoped.
Never the less, Pellynor straighten his shoulders and strolled towards the new priest. Even if the man was not Father Tobyn, he must have had his blessing to take his place and if such a man was good enough in Tobyn's eyes, then surely he should be in his as well. Patting the secret compartment in his armour to ensure that it still contained his small flask of merriment (purely for honouring Cayden Cailean of course), Pellyor raised a hand and greeted the man. "Hail brother. How does the first day of Swallowtail greet you?"
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