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Chopin was how I really got into Classical music. I can never get enough of the 4th Ballade. And Killer GM - I'm with you on the 2nd concerto, both the 2nd movement and the whole thing. There's something immediately accessible about Chopin's music.

I definitely agree. Another thing about Chopin - It just seems to "fit" into your hands to play it. Its not like some of the Liszt pieces that just dont seem to "work" for piano at all. I love playing Chopin. :)

The Chopin "cello" etude (opus 25 no 7) has to be one of my all time favorite pieces.

Dang, I'm really sorry to hear that.

No hard feelings, though. Sometimes things like this just happen. Hope to see you around on the boards.

As Mitnal approaches the stables he begins to get excited. "Horses!" he says to no one in particular.

Shantare makes a face, and reluctantly makes her way into the barn. She obviously doesn't like horses.

Shantare stretches, obviously wanting to get out of the inn. "Well I don't really care what we do, as long as we do something productive. It looks to me like just sitting here isn't really accomplishing anything." She gathers up her bag, and makes to sit up. "My vote would be to start off to wherever we are going."

"Yes," Shantare says. "Let's go see the sheriff. I don't think we will get very far in finding the goblins otherwise."

Mitnal wrote:

"Also, can you help me find some smokegrass when you are not busy?"

"I mean for making baskets from. I like the colour they add. ... I know there are other uses for Smokegrass but ...," Mitnal says changing the subject with some embarrassment "Anyhow, did you see any kind of grasses or sign on the goblins that might tell us where they hide?"

"No, I actually wasn't looking for grass on the goblins." Says Shantare, obiously glad to have something to keep her busy. "It is a good idea to look at their possesions, though. Did anybody take anything off the goblins?"

Shantare wrote:

Shantare looks around in surprise at the new outbreak of song. Such undignified behavior. She thinks moodily, and sinks into her chair, hoping to go unnoticed.

Mitnal sees Shantare slumping in her chair and thinks 'Oh no! She's feeling left out.'

"Ta-la-ta-la...
I have a friend who faces any danger,
tracks like a Shriikirri-Quah ranger,
fast and brave, strong and pretty,
what a shame she's not Shoanti.
Ta-la-ta-la Shantare!"

Shantare turns bright red, and attempts to look busy fumbling with her bag. She looks around, frantic for the bar maid to come to give her something to do.

Shantare looks around in surprise at the new outbreak of song. Such undignified behavior. She thinks moodily, and sinks into her chair, hoping to go unnoticed.

Gengar gets up, stretches, and wanders closer to Shantare.

"Tell me, lass, ya fight with that rapier but ya carry that big ol' crossbow. Are ya any good with tha' thing? My aim was a wee bit off during the big fight and I thought you might have a pointer or two."

"Yes, I can fight with my crossbow as well." Shantare says to Gengar. "I just didn't have time to get it out during the fight. I'm not much of a teacher, but I could help you some." She suddenly looks very high-and-mighty, with people asking her for help.

Shantare sits back in her chair, looking around the room. They are all in need of cheering up. She thinks while looking at Mitnal.

"That is quite a tale." Shantare says to Mitnal. "Whether or not it is true is not for me to decide, but it is a fine tale nonetheless." She raises an eyebrow and smiles slyly, obviously not believing him.

"Whatever you have that is steaming hot" Shantare says to the lady, dripping and shivering. She settles down into her chair, and looks around at the rest of the inn.

Gengar stands around while everyone finished their musing and the mayor gives his leave.

"I'm with the ranger, now what? Breakfast?"

Shantare glares up at the rain, and sighs. "Anywhere out of the rain would be fine by me." She hurries off towards the Rusty Dragon, hoping the others would follow.

Mitnal listens intently but is unsure if he understands what he hears. After Ruano is done, he turns to Shantare and says "So, he means we kill goblins, right?"

"What?" Shantare says, looking off at the goblin tracks, obviously not listening to the rest. "Are we getting back to town?"

"That may take some time," Jessa states, "Goblins can squirrel themselves away practically anywhere. Assuming Mayor Deverin or Sheriff Hemlock sends scouts to search the countryside, it would still take days to find the right tribe. In the meantime, someone should try to divine any clues left behind...and by that, I mean here at the gravesite as well as the outskirts of town, to determine who led these goblins here and why."

"Yes, I agree." Shantare says to Jessa. "Finding the goblins would take a lot of time, time that we don't have. Also, we have no idea how large this Goblin tribe is. We might be occupied for a long time while the city is left undefended. It looks like there are few people who can actually fight."

Shantare wrote:

Shantare looks disgusted at the idea of digging up a corpse. "Who would do such a thing?" She says under her breath. She walks over to the tracks.

She is going to use her Track feat, so Survival check 1d20+4=18

Mitnal watches Shantare work. "Would you show me how to do that? ... No, not now of course. ..." he says overcome with curiousity before stepping back and watching from a distance.

'If I hadn't been the youngest my father might have lived long enough to teach me this skill,' Mitnal thinks glumly.

Shantare looks at Mitnal for a long moment. "If you are willing to learn, then yes, I suppose I could teach you. Once we had a spare moment, of course." She looks away at the tracks, and puzzles again at the large one.

Shantare looks disgusted at the idea of digging up a corpse. "Who would do such a thing?" She says under her breath. She walks over to the tracks.

She is going to use her Track feat, so Survival check 1d20+4=18

Jeslara 'Jessa' Eventide wrote:

She smiles assuringly at the tall Shoanti warrior.

'Yep. She wants me,' thinks Mitnal confidently.

Shantare notices the look between Jessa and Mitnal, and raises an eyebrow. After a slight giggle, she looks away.

Shantare smiles at the mayors thanks, and looks around at her companions.
"We couldn't just stand there and watch people get killed, now could we?" She says to the mayor. "I'm sure anyone in our position would do the same."

Shantare walks around the town, looking for a goblin that might be hiding, her hate of goblins growing at every scene of wreckage she comes across. Finding no goblins, she wearily makes her way to the Rusty Dragon and falls into bed.

"I... You... I... You saved me."

The noble seems to be stunned. Or possibly in shock. His eyes are wide, and fixed on you.

Shantare is still not far from the noble, so she overhears his conversation. Ungrateful brute! She thinks spitefully. I help save you too! She looks away, pretending not to be offended by this.

I'm guessing that I can attack again?

Shantare strides over the goblin she has just killed, and attacks another.

Attack roll 7+3=10. I don't think that is enough, but if it is; 1d6+3 =6 points damage

Shantare wrote:

Shantare takes another swing at the goblin, although she is visibly weakened. Come on! She thinks. It's just a goblin!

Attack roll 12+2=14. 1d6+2=6 points damage.

Shouldn't that be +3 on your attacks with your rapier? 2 from strength and +1 for class. Not to be a nosy parker but ...

Ooops! My mistake. Thanks for noticing that.

Shantare takes another swing at the goblin, although she is visibly weakened. Come on! She thinks. It's just a goblin!

Attack roll 12+2=14. 1d6+2=6 points damage.

Shantare advances towards the goblins. She looks in surprise at the flash of color from Jessa, not realizing she had people behind her. She swings her rapier at the closest goblin.

Attack roll 10+3=13. If that was enough, then 1d6+2=4 points damage.

"Help! HELP ME!" A noble and his hunting dog come running down Church Street from the direction of the White Deer, chased by two goblins riding ugly, rat-like dog creatures, and almost a dozen more on foot.

"HELP! HEL--" He stumbles in the mud of the street and plunges face first to the ground, as one of the goblins rides up and cuts down the hunting dog with a blow from a large, cruel sword.

Shantare looks around, looking for more goblins. She notices the noble, and starts running towards him.If you carried a weapon with you, this wouldn't happen! She thinks with some spite, and runs over to help him.

Shantare swings her rapier, now very angry.

Attack roll 14+3=17. Damage 1d6+2=7 points

Shantare

Your rapier strike nearly ran the goblin through at the shoulder, and hurt him badly, you think, but he's still up, and now quite angry. He swings at you with the dog slicer and gives you a nasty cut in return. See my previous post on the subject for the actual rolls, but I believe you take 4 points of damage.

Shantare's blood starts to boil with the indignity of being hurt by a goblin, and readies another swing with her rapier

Is it back to my initiative yet?

Shantare strides up to a goblin and attacks with a nasty smile on her face. She obviously doesn't like goblins.

Attack roll 10+3=13. If that was enough, then 2+2=4 points of damage.

Shantare wrote:

If I understand properly, I am acting under Gengar's initiative

First I need a spot check from you to see if you can act in the surprise round.

Okay. Spot check 16+4=20. I seem to be getting a lot of 16's lately.

If I understand properly, I am acting under Gengar's initiative

Shantare air of happiness from the festival disappears, and she scowls with anger. Nasty Goblins! She draws out her rapier and advances to the nearest goblin.

Shantare walks around the festival, trying to take in as much as possible. Every time she passed a merchant selling something she liked, (which was quite often), she look down at her very limp coin purse and sigh. I really do need to find a way to get some money. After a while of looking hungrily at all of the things she couldn't afford, she wandered off to Kinmorn's archery range.
"I see the range is popular." She says, noticing the children. "Can I try?"

Ooops! I posted the last one before I noticed there was another page, so here is the next day.

Shantare awakes and dresses excitedly, happy that the festival day has finally come. She rushes downstairs, grabs a bite to eat, then rushes out the door. She looks around at the merchants.

Has the festival started yet, or will it wait till the afternoon?

Shantare wrote:

"Alright if I sit with you?"

"The more the merrier. I believe you met Grengar yesterday?"

"Yes, I think I remember meeting Grengar." She gives him an odd looks, then pulls up a chair and sits down.

Laughing at the dwarves antics, Kinmorn heads into the White Deer for dinner.

After a short while at the Rusty Dragon, Shantare decides that it is about dinnertime, and starts off to the White Deer. When she gets there, she spots Kinmorn and walks to him. "Alright if I sit with you?" She looks a little embarrassed, usually content with sitting with herself, but at the moment is tired of silence.

Shantare looks around for a moment, then heads back to the Rusty Dragon. Hoping to find something to do until dinnertime.

I'm assuming that it is late afternoon, but correct me if I am wrong

"Well, I certainly could use some practice," says Kinmorn with a self-conscious laugh, "But I want to encourage others to practice as well. This is for the children to use tomorrow during the festival. If you bring your crossbow tomorrow we can let you try it out as well."

Shantare looks wary at the idea of children possibly handling her precious crossbow, and decides to be especially watchful is she brought it tomorrow.

"Not a lot to do in Sandpoint at the moment if you're not getting ready for the festival. How did you enjoy you're stay at the Rusty Dragon last night? I don't often eat there myself but it made an interesting change of pace yesterday. I plan on eating dinner tonight at the White Deer. You are certainly invited to try it out, perhaps get a little more of the 'flavor' of the town. Bring whoever you'de like if you want to come."

"No, there is not much to do. I've been just wandering around all day long." She says with a sigh. "I actually found the Rusty Dragon quite nice, much nicer than I expected, really. Maybe I will eat at the White Deer tonight, It would be a nice change of scenery." She looks around, wondering if her other companions would eat at the White Deer.

Shantare wrote:

Shantare walks around for a while, looking at all of the towns shops and exploring the streets. Can't you all hurry up? She thinks with exasperation at the people setting up. I should have come a day later, so I wouldn't have to wait

Kinmorn sees Shantare walking around as he sets up his archery range. He gives a friendly wave.

Shantare looks around, as if not believing that someone would be waving to her, then starts to walk uncertainly to Kinmorn. "Hello. Practicing your archery? I actually have found crossbows more suited to my needs." She says with a matter-of-fact tone.

Whooo! Once again I get to start out a new page!

Shantare walks around for a while, looking at all of the towns shops and exploring the streets. Can't you all hurry up? She thinks with exasperation at the people setting up. I should have come a day later, so I wouldn't have to wait

Shantare finishes her breakfast, then decides to explore the town some more. She heads out the door, and starts out to the new church, hoping to meat up with someone she knows along the way.

When does the festival start? Today or the next day?

Shantare wrote:

Shantare wakes, and goes about packing up her things and getting ready. She goes downstairs, hoping to find some breakfast somewhere in the inn.

"Are you serving any food this morning?" She askes of whoever is at the bar. She looks around, wondering where all her companions went, but assuming she would meet up again eventually.

"Good morning, M'lady. Indeed, we have porridge with honey, fresh bacon, and we can even make you a poached quail egg, if you like. Your friend was up and out early this morning. I heard her mention she was on her way to find Mitnal, the basket weaver."

"Porridge and honey would be nice." She says to Kynni with a dismissive wave of her hand, her mind on the coming festival. She looks over her shoulder at the door, wondering if Jessa would still be with Mitnal. She sighed while looking around, wondering what she would do until the festival.

I just read Mitnal's story. Very nice work. I wish I could write like that.

I agree, it was very well writen

Shantare wakes, and goes about packing up her things and getting ready. She goes downstairs, hoping to find some breakfast somewhere in the inn.
"Are you serving any food this morning?" She askes of whoever is at the bar. She looks around, wondering where all her companions went, but assuming she would meet up again eventually.

I'm fine with moving the story along.

Ameiko wrote:

"There's only one bed, but it's a big one. I can send up an extra sleeping mat, if you'd prefer, but I thought I'd put you in here, to give you both enough space. Supper is at six bells. Tales and song after."

"This should be fine, I think." But Jessa pauses to defer to Shantare, in case the outdoors woman preferred to shun a soft bed in favor of the hard ground...or, in this case, floor boards.

"Is there a place for me to wash away the trail dust before supper, as well?" she asks Ameiko.

"I'm fine sleeping on the floor, actually." Shantare says, uncertain to be sharing a bed with a person whe hardly knows. She looks around the room with approval, obviously fairly pleased with their new accomadations. This isn't such a rustic town after all. She thinks with a smirk

Jessa regards Shantare with a hopeful expression. "If you'd care to further defray our costs, we could easily share a room," she suggests, "I know you said you were only going to be here for the Swallowtail Festival. But I'm short on money...and since I'm going to be staying in Sandpoint awhile...any opportunity to save a coin would aid me."

"Well..." Shantare thinks for a moment, then decides that saving a little money would be best, even if she had to share a room. "I suppose I could share a room with you, if we wouldn't be too crowded." She says uncertainly.

Whooo! This is the first time I have started out a new page!

"But what about entertainment?" she asks, "Aside from telling tales for half-price rooms and the occasional Swallowtail Festival, what do the citizens of Sandpoint do for an evening of fun?"

"Well," says Shantare "It looks like a lot of people go to a bar." She looks around at all the people. "No different than any other town, I guess."

I seem to remember hearing that other people were at the inn but us, but correct me if I'm wrong.

Shantare pulls the glass to her, and takes a sip with a sigh of relief. Looking about her, she settles down in her chair, getting ready a long night of story's.

"Now this will be good!" Gengar elbows Shantare rather hard and finishes his glass of wine. The dwarf holds up his glass to Ameiko for a refill.

Shantare glares at Gengar, and raises and eyebrow, but says nothing more.