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Yun was something of a night owl, he would have shared with Peilla during one of their nightly drinking talks. He was also stationed on a ship during the nightwatch and so now he generally drinks at night and sleeps through most of the day, something the party would have become familiar with during their multiple day travels. His loud snoring and coming in and out of consciousness may have at some times startled the group, especially Gou and Bao. Decent in-game explanation for his quietness the last few days lol

Yun would not have shared much with Piella at first, eventually her infectious demeanor would have gotten to even him; and this information would have trickled down to everyone else. His family were indeed the well renowned Mengqin family in Piaofeng, famous for their masonwork and in a town for masonry was so prized, he grew up rather well-to-do. But the constant meeting our desires and needs did not sit well with the wanderlust that grew in Yun’s heart and he eventually left his family on bad terms to explore and find himself. He found his way Shishang and became apprenticed to a sailor, eventually rising in the ranks of Yuan Wuying Shipping company, which specialized in shipping liquor.

Yun would have been woken abruptly to see if he wanted to meet Madam Shufen, and at first mumbled himself back to sleep before waking up and following the rest of the party. Upon seeing the cats though, his eyes would have gone wide and he would have immediately found himself attempting to pet as many cats as possible, almost forgetting the reason that they were there. Although at the mention of liqour, Yun’s attention would hav shifted back to the conversation.

”Yes alcohol, do you know where we could find these Qigangs, or if you don’t can you point us in the direction of the best drinks in this area? It may not be as good as Dahe, but I can feel myself sobering up, in fact do you have any drinks here Madame Shufen? We shall toast to the long life our your cats! And the successful of our mission, of yes and of course the Celestial Court”

More of them! Ancestors guide you! Kano shouts before taking a five foot step to the east and bringing her earthbreaker down on the eastern most goblin Goblin number 3

Earthbreaker attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21
Earthbreaker damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

Free action: Five foot step east
Standard Action: Attack

Catching her breath as the Father heals them, Kano looks around to see if she can spot anymore goblins directly in the area. She certainly sees the destruction caused by their actions before finally resting her eyes on the others who helped dispatch the goblins.

”Be received Yamatori Daiki. Be received Sonas Adhello. Be received Verona of the Wilds. I am Kanotienentha, She Who Pushes Mountains but you may call me Kano if that is easier for your tongue.

I would be glad to have our thunder roll through Sandpoint and remove this threat but unfortunately I have only been in town for a day. But were you go, I and my hammer go as well.

Kanotienentha, “Kano”, to most non-Quah, arrived in town yesterday late morning. It’s been only two weeks since she left her people—the Shundar-Quah in the Storval Plateau. That time was spent doing exactly what she sent out, hunt giants, unfortunately though the last two weeks have also been spent in disappointment.

As the travel weary Kano walks into town, she looks very much the proverbial fish out of water. Standing at 5 feet 10 inches, Kano is tall and lean, her stature tells the story of a people who constantly train themselves to make the most of living on a harsh and unforgiving land.

The hood over her face depicts a Storm Roc, a hide armor trophy passed down through the generations of her family. Her arms are completely uncovered though and reveal an enormity of tattoos tracing their ways over her arm and up around her body. While traditional Shoanti men shave their head bald, the woman are under no such obligation, Kano though learned very quickly that hair easily gets in the way of combat and has since shaved it short and messy. On the left side of her head the hair is shaved in an intricate o pattern revealing another intricate tattoo on the side of her head.

She is young, but proven herself to her people time and time again. Her brown eyes conveying a contradiction of warmness and ferocity.

Kano was overwhelmed by the civilization and amount of people and immediately rented and subsequently hid in her room for the remainder of yesterday.

This morning
The sun has long been up, and the speeches have passed, when Kano stirs from bed, the sound of something talking from far away echoing in her room.

So loud mother, tell Askuwheteau to keep his practicing down

She wakes up in a fright, before a look of sadness passes her face I am no longer with my people, when will I see them again?, before opening her window. If she was overwhelmed before now she is completely in awe of the gathering of people in the Sandpoint streets.

Curiosity gets the best of her though and Kano gets dressed and heads out to see what is happening. It’s not long before she recognizes that this is some sort of festival. What are they celebrating, why are so many people just standing around? Do they not have a place that they can share in the game hunted for this festival together? she says out loud to no one in particular.

Kano continues to walk around perplexed by the celebration, that is until she spots something familiar to her. Near the river a man is goading passerby’s claiming that no one has the strength to split the log in front of him with his axe.

She walks straight up to the man with a broad smile on her face. Ah little man! This is a feat of strength yes? Every time our people had a celebration one of our warriors would perform for us as well. I shall take up your axe.”

Planting her feet firmly in front of the she grips the axe in her head. This is what she knows, this is what her people know. There’s a moment of silence as others milling about take notice of the large woman staring down at the log; before, in the blink of an eye, she raises the axe above her head and arcs it down at the log.

Great Axe damage + power attack: 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 3 = 17

This is SamuraiNitta’s submission. I’m super new to this style of pathfinder (tournament/solely combat/min maxesque) so I’m sure I’m going to get wiped throughout this entire tournament but I’ll definitely be having fun!

”Talia, you simply are a dear!” Sabrine squeal with delight at seeing the blackberries, ”My friends were kind enough to remind me that I should apologize to you, you are so gracious in hosting us tonight, would you allow me to entertain the people here at your lovely establishment I have trained by the Kyonin choirmaster himself?”

Sabrine begins rummaging through her bags to see if she has any sheet notes only yo find that she is missing them. ”Well I do know The Storming of Gilramore by heart if that would suffice.

As long as Talia allows it to happen, Bri will stand up and begin singing a sad love song about two lovers caught on opposite ends of military siege on a town. When the man makes his way inside the walled town he finds that his lover had killed herself, along with all the other townspeople in an effort not to be captured.

The melchanoly of the song coupled with her sweet soprano voices fills the air as the song dies.” I am tired, I think I will see you all in the morning. Good night everyone. As she turns, you catch the briefest glimpse of a tear rolling down Bri’s eyes.

It feels like if Sabrine was only a couple minutes behind the rest of them that she would have arrived by now having hastily donned her armor. But I am fine with waiting as well.

Hurrying up the path Sabrine seems to be pulling up the last of her boots onto her left foot before seeing a large crowd gathered outside of a mansion and a burned body. She stops rushing and regains her composure, taking purposeful steps toward her companions.

Knowledge Nobility: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Rolle to either recognize her specifically as the Baroness or just to see if Sabrine recognizes another noble (no matter how small).

”I see we have already gotten started. What have we found? Excuse me miss, you are in the way of our investigations. Don’t you know who I am? I am Lady Sabrine Basri of the House Basri in Oppara.”

I think I’m going to go with the regular Skald, get ready to rage everybody!

Surgery went great! Thanks for your well wishes everyone! At home now recovering and ready to move some carts out of the way.

Also Viridi, I love that you are using Greek! I know a little Koine Greek so it was fun trying to figure out what you were saying, I didn’t do super hot haha.

Thanks for the support!

If I do some how miss posting tomorrow, as long as no other complications arise, Nasir was planning to Blood rage and continue to help the men lift the wagon out of the way. Continuing to help move any wagon out of the danger of also catching on fire.

I am having a blast so far! Just so you all know I’m getting an outpatient surgery done tomorrow, nothing serious, but I plan to post a little later in the day when I’m at home recovering.

Although hopefully the pain medication and anathesia won’t make my post that incoherent.