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You both make your way around the fair for a while, trying various games and events, winning some and losing some so you come out even but having a great time. Dinner comes early with the various taverns providing the food, this being an excellent opportunity for marketing. It soon becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is, once again, Ameiko Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead easily overshadow the other offerings, such as the Hagfish’s lobster chowder or the White Deer’s peppercorn venison (Silas's favorite incidentally). Finally, as the sun begins to set, Father Zantus takes the central podium. A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus has taken the stage. He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, and suddenly a woman’s scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises—high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.
You don't see much out of the ordinary in terms of people. After the speeches, people begin to wander around to the different booths, trying their luck at games of chance, skill and strength. The vendors have a row to themselves selling all manner of items. Lunch is still several hours off but there are stands selling all manner of treat. Candied floss, sweet cakes, mince pies and all other type of delectable foods. Silas looks over at you and says Anything in particular you want to do?
The night passes uneventfully and you find Silas at the same table you both occupied the night before. Your dreams were troubled, as sometimes happens to you, which usually foretells some sort of trouble. This has happened often since your escape however and you push the feeling of foreboding down, intent on enjoying the Swallowtail Festival to it's fullest. The day has dawned clear and cool as you step outside after breakfast. You briefly check on Silas' horse at the Goblin Squash Stables. Silas has been a bit obsessive about Phyxius after receiving her and checks on her at least twice a day. By the time Silas is satisfied that, no Phyxias is NOT being tortured, the Festival is in full swing. Stalls and games are everywhere, children laugh and get under everyone's feet, their harried parents running after them. The main event now though is the welcoming speeches. Talking to several people you find out that there will be four speeches in total. You arrive just in time to see the Mayor step on stage. Mayor Deverrin steps on stage, an infections smile on her face. She waits for the crowd to quiet down a bit before speaking in a clear, albeit excited, voice. "Good day citizens and guests of Sandpoint! I see almost the whole town is here, even Larz Rovanky has managed to tear himself away from the tannery to be here!" The people laugh and look at a red bearded man who seems to glower at the attention. "I don't wish to take time away from the Festival and the many attractions but I wanted to welcome you all and..." She continues with her speech, alternating between soaring words of the nature of the festival and good natured humor at some of the towns residents and herself. She is followed by Sheriff Hemlock, who by contrast gives a dour speech about safety in and around the festival, making sure to admonish people to be careful around tonights bonfire, and the like. It is announced that the following speaker, local nobleman Lonjiku Kaijitsu, was to speak but a sudden illness has prevented him from attending the ceremony. He is replaced, to the crowds delight, by Sandpoint’s own showman Cyrdak Drokkus who is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd’s mood back up with his rousing anecdotes. He delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap of the long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone
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This tale, like all the best ones, begins with two friends sharing a drink at an inn. It is not the best inn to be found in the town of Sandpoint, a mid sized city nestled in a natural cove on Varisia's Lost Coast, but nor was it the worst. The ale was pleasant and cool, if a bit lacking in body. The food was hot and plentiful, but uninspired. Music wafted through the air as servers moved between tables, bringing food and drink to the diverse clientele. Most of the talk was of the upcoming Swallowtail Festival to commemorate the opening of the new Cathedral, replacing the one burnt down five years previously. Similar to the others, the arrival of the Swallowtail festival is the topic of conversation between the friends as well. The half-orc attempting to convince the tiefling to stay for it when he wishes to look for work in Magnimar, the jobs here having been slim since they escaped from their slavers.
"The Town of Sandpoint needs you!"
Sounds good. Working on Silas the tiefling.
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Wow...ok lol thats a 51 point buy lol
Stix looks good also btw
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