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Red makes an exaggerated yawn, and stands up.

"The excitement tired me out," he announces to the people left at the table. "I think it's time for me to retire, because I have a feeling tomorrow will be no less exciting."

Yeah, I'm fine either way as well.

"I'll have the biggest piece of meat you can find, and whatever vegetables you suggest to go with it. And a hearty ale to celebrate our victory!"

Red turns to his companions. "My name is Red Storm. I'm looking for a new home to swear allegiance to, and I was lucky to wander into town during the festival."

If majority rules, it sounds like we're going to the inn.

Red has a problem with authority, so he's inclined to go to the graveyard.

"I wouldn't like to see anymore fighting tonight than what's happened so far. Perhaps we should retire for the night, and we and the guards can go our separate ways, hmm?"

Bluff check to secretly suggest we go to the inn, then sneak out. Guards get a Sense Motive to intercept.

Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"I agree with the Dwarf. The last thing we need to deal with is the restless dead on top of goblins. Let's make sure we are not unwelcome there."

"Do you think the trouble he refers to is big by his standards, or ours?"

"I also wouldn't object to taking a fair share of the coin. It might help equip us if we mean to find the source of the goblin attack."

Red steps back and takes a stab at the riderless dog.

5-foot step to the right, attack dog to his left.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Red sees murder in the dog's eyes, and casts a defensive spell in the event of an oncoming assault.

Cast shield of faith. AC now 17 (14 touch). Hold position.

AoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

We're still in the same initiative order? Also, it looks like the background is a movable object. I might have accidentally shifted everyone by moving it under the tokens when I misclicked.

Red sees some kind of goblin leader riding a dog, and charges with the fury of flame in his veins.

Charge goblin on dog.
Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"Civic duty certainly does little to weigh down our purses, yes? I agree, it couldn't hurt."

"That was a well-fought battle. I'm glad you all were there to help, since it seems I'm a bit off my game today. You can call me 'Red'; what may I call you?"

Red charges at the Goblin in front of him, stabbing his spear past Karl to reach it.

Charge up to Karl, attack goblin with reach. +2 for charge, -4 for cover.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Red takes a stab at the nearest goblin with his spear.

Attack the goblin next to Zander with reach.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

Red lost sight of the other goblin among the mob of fellow defenders, and remains ready in case any others appear.

Red readies action to attack any goblin that comes in range.

Red draws his spear and rushes forward to engage the goblin on the left. He shouts for the crowd to take shelter, but the words come out as the sound of bubbling magma.

Draw weapon and move to space diagonally down and right from goblin on the left of the cart. No actions left to attack (stupid 0 BAB).

A bit winded from chasing after the butterflies, Red wanders down to the Rusty Dragon, searching for something to slake his thirst. Noting that some of the food is being offered free, Red asks for a plate of the curry spiced salmon. It's rare that any food can overwhelm his palate, and he is always on the lookout for a fiery new challenge to measure himself up against.

RED!

You see the fire Red? Pretty fire!

Hopefully this is enough to deal red in :)

Plus with that damage roll it's good I'm not trying to burn something.

Yeah, I'm still just enjoying the festival (and waiting to see if I succeeded at catching one of those butterflies). I'm assuming there will be a plot hook eventually...

Red follows some of the children as they chase the butterflies, leaping up into the air to try to catch one between his hands.

Grapple: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Red chomps heartily on a chicken leg as he meanders through the festival, taking in the sights, sounds, and scents. The various games and displays hold mild interest for him, but he looks forward most to the bonfire. He knows that he will likely stare into it for hours, until it is nothing more than a few glowing embers, at least until someone ushers him out of the area.

Checking in. I realized that my build wasn't quite legal (I'd taken Varisian Tattoo without the prereq), so it's tweaked slightly.