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Viorec adopts a courteous courtly manner as he rises to introduce himself.

My name is Viorec Liberty Viorec says with a flourishing bow. Archeologist, goblin-slaying man-of-the-hour, and prospective future employee.

And do not worry Viorec continues, his unwavering courteousness seeming more disingenuous about shouting to me that you are violating some monopoly. I've heard reference to it from no less then three persons since this morning's festivities.

He finishes by pondering Though this does call into question the intelligence of accepting the position...

Viorec is visibly fascinated by Genash's tale of the sands. Well, it seems I have come into most fortuitous employment then. I don't know if I've explained this, but I am a, WAS I guess, something of a transient archeologist, with what funds I made paying for my expeditions. All focused around the Thassilonians, of course. Now I get to Viorec chuckles at his forthcoming explanation continue to dig in the sand and ruins of that great empire and be paid for rather than pay for it .

I'm surprised to hear a Chelaxian consider the obsolescence and subsequent need to replace a household item which he sells as unfortunate. When you mention the sands of Sandpoint though... Viorec trails off as he takes a drink, inviting Vesht to elaborate on any unique properties or treasures which may lie in the sand.

Sounds like an application of the spark spell. I get the feeling that these items differ from spells or scrolls in some way that allows the non-magical to utilize them, especially if we're inducing prestidigitational effects. Viorec ruminates. He then asks But the less the user is required to do, the more expensive the item gets... How are you able to produce itens that anyone can afford?

I know where I'll be this evening then Viorec replies.

Though if Cheliax should ever truly fall, it shall come as a great surprise... From Aroden to the Thrune Ascendancy... Cheliax has a history of attending it's own funeral. That's if it's Hellish advisers would allow it to die. Viorec replies, as if reciting an disliked fact...

He then repeats Genash's earlier display, substituting his own Thassilonian phrases and a theatrical "blowing on your liquid to cool it down" liquid to similarly ice his drink.
"I suppose I'll be learning to teach cups to do this on their own?"

I had an... enlightening experience exploring a Thassilonian ruin in my youth. That got me interested, and I've always enjoyed politics from a distance, and there is no greater distance than time. So I started to study what I could on them and found it wasn't a lot. Why, I'm still unsure whether Thassilon was an empire or a coalition.
Viorec explains.
So there I was, the fourth son of a Nirmathian merchant lord, developing an interest in an almost omnipresent yet surprisingly unexplored field. There was no way I could pursue anything else.
Viorec's expression turns intrigued, and he counters with questions of his own.

I would be very interested in any theories or research you'd have. And where did you study, if I might ask?

As he finishes his question, Viorec mindlessly pours himself a cup of water, then mumbles his prestidigitation.

Viorec keeps his voice pleasant, but low enough not to be heard by or disturb the other patrons.
Hail. I'm actually in these lands to study the Thassilonians. I've run low on funds though, and the ability to earn more in a well-respected manner appears to have presented itself. May I presume that you are the wizard Vesht?
As he speaks he takes at the table. If offered a cup of water, he cast Prestidigitation to flavor it as an automatic response.

Yeah, see you there.
And with that Viorec walks to the indicated store. The sign out in front of this shop shows a wide-eyed Goblin reading
a book nearly as tall as him. Inside, this bookshop is a testament to one man’s obsession with the printed word. Both the depth and price of the collection serve to ward off most locals, though apparently not the goblins. As Viorec enters, Chask Haladan is cleaning up the damage from the day's raid.

I hope nothing irreplaceable was lost? Viorec asks as he cast Prestidigitation to clean off a book.
No, I've long learned to leave nothing valuable towards the front. The goblins seem to in trashing my store during these little raids, though they don't usually make it into the building Chask says with a weary sigh, as he surveys the damage. It seems they've only knocked over some basic writing supplies. Thanks for the help by the way, did you come here for something specifically?
Which happens to be exactly what Viorec is looking for at the moment, and Viorec is quickly able to find an ink bottle and journal that he likes.
Just this Viorec replies, presenting the goods So how far back would I have to go to find any scripts on the Thassilonians?
Chask looks away from the mess at his customer and recognition crosses his face I have you to thank for driving them off earlier don't I? I should correct the price on those, I wouldn't sell damaged goods for full price.
Beyond a little dirt there is no obvious damage to the book, nothing a little magic wouldn't fix.
DM: 5 GP for the whole lot (ink, book, and the satchel)
As for any books, If I have any I'd have to search for them. I wouldn't be able to get them to you any time soon, anyway. You're welcome to look for yourself of course.
I'm afraid I don't have the time today, though I'd appreciate if you kept an eye out for me. Viorec responds as he pays.
With his supplies bought he makes his way to the Tannery and finds what he wants without much fuss. He buys a leather officers bag, a bag featuring a rectangular main pouch just about the right size for the journal, a side pouch featuring a square of wood with a hole drilled in it to protect the ink-bottle, and a longer pocket for quills, razors, utensils, or other things an officer would need, along with mounting rings and a strap. Viorec places the writing supplies into the satchel and makes his way to the stables. Along the way Aislin makes a contribution. Sensing her owner's intentions she had snacked on a raven, torn off it's wing, and brought it to Viorec. Viorec takes the best pinion feathers from the wing and continues to the stables. There, he quickly carves one of the feathers into a quill and writes something in Thassilonian into his journal. He then returns the journal to his pouch, attaches the pouch to his donkey's pack saddle, and makes his way to the tavern.

Viorec perks up.
A Westcrowni Wizard you say?
It's clear from his expression that he's more intrigued now. Then he seems to remember something.
Where would I want to by stationary and notary supplies? There's something I'd like to take care of before I forget. And possibly a leather-smith?

First things first, we need to introduce our characters. I'll start it off with a an NPC your characters will be familiar with: Daniel Gray. He has somehow brought the various characters together for a task, but probably hasn't told you why or given you many details yet. We can brainstorm on the details of that here, as well as the who's making a guest visit in whose stories (and how that works out)

Viorec decides to just be blunt. So why are orrioscopes illegal in these parts? He asks.
Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Then, anticipating Curphetes incredulity, he let his voice take on a notably clipped and haughty accent My magical education had taken place in a northern Cheliaxian academy associated with House Leroung, and thus I am unfamiliar with the finer details of laws and customs of Varisia.
He then lets his voice return to the it's more familiar style, but with a quicker cadence. I'm originally from Nirmathas he states, as if to temper any reation to the mention of Varisia's former overlords.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Well, I can't refuse that offer Viorec replies as he follows Curphetes.
As much as he suffers wanderlust, there is a definate attraction to being associated with the renowned Sandpoint glassworks industry.

Viorec takes the rugby ball when offered and goes through the motions of drying it without much thought,
Viorec cast Prestidigitation: Dry on the rugby ball
flips it over to glance at full design, then off-handedly under-hand tosses it back to Daviren.
I expect I'll see that again shortly He thinks of the freshly prepared prop.

Viorec then continues with the group until confronted with the figurine. He examines it as he apologizes
I can't say that I do. At least, nothing that'd be worth looking at after
And with that he speaks in again in his incomprehensable language.
Viorec cast Prestidigitation: Make Crude Figurine
His hands motion like they were using tiny picks before they flip over, revealing a sophmoric replica of the fractured figurine. He then snaps the fasimile in his hand, a more crumbling break than the original's, before continuing his magic show.
Viorec cast Prestidigitation: Soil
A thin layer of goop coats the one side of the break, acting as a crude and altogether unsatisfying glue substitute for the substitute object.
Viorec finishes with an apologetic smile and a shrug.

Viorec's countenance is both pensive and fascinated.
So, why the message? Which is it, a scare tactic, hubris, or a misdirection?
He ponders aloud, before turning his attention to Hemlock
In any case, Sheriff, it's problebly prudent for you to fortify your guard. Does Sandpoint have any confederates to call upon? And do you know of this sorceress who presumes to judge your community? Or why?

Viorec follows the group.

Viorec looks to the raging Hemlock. So are we still going after her right now?

I'm not saying that disposal is the most urgent matter. We should come back to this after we find the necromancer.

No, just that it has Viorec replies absently could be a trap, could be... Viorec's tone turns questioning a message or a marker? The mark seems to have been left for the magically inclined to find. If it is a trap, we should find a way to dispose of it.

Viorec takes out his dagger and, using the hilt, carves the mark into the ground next to the rose petals. He then cleans the dagger...
Viorec Casts Prestidigitation:Clean on Dagger
before calling out Sheriff! Ranger! Have either of you seen this mark before?, indicating his freshly transcribed drawing. As an afterthought,
Viorec Casts Prestidigitation: Color on the inscription on the ground
making his drawing a vibrant orange to be more visible.
(I'm assuming Viorec would've just read it if it were in Common or Thassilonian)
He then continues his spell
Viorec Casts Prestidigitation:Levitate on a pebble
and drops it on the goblins skull, visibly focusing more on the newest experiment than the mark on the ground.

Viorec's face scrunches as he detects something...
KNW:Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

As Paul passes him, Viorec joins him in running towards Paul and Abbicka.

Well Viorec prods the sherif open it? We won't learn anything from staring at it. Either that, or we should get on with finding our necromancer, before it gets too dark to track...

Viorec turns around, directing his third eye at the package.

Viorec follows after Paul, repeatedly casting and maintaining a Detect Magic spell
Viorec repeatedly casts Detect Magic
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
While Aislin continues her silent orbit, watching for both prey and anything that she thinks Viorec is looking for (probably something shiny or old)
Perception: 1d20 + 10 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 4 = 16
Fly: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 7 + 4 = 30
Stealth: 1d20 + 15 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 15 + 8 + 4 = 44

Viorec flashes a grateful smile when he receives the crossbow than walks over to the goblin's corpse. He shoves the body over with his foot, as he casts a quick spell...
Viorec cast Prestidigitation: Clean on crossbow quiver
taking the opportunity to look for any surprises,
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Aislin, disturbed from her nap on Viorec's hat by, takes off in a slow, silent orbit. It has come to learn that Viorec's gestures and vocalizations mean he is looking for something, though it doesn't know what
Viorec casts Detect Magic
Viorec takes the quiver, attaching it at his belt and thigh.

Viorec aims a look at Abbicka (who is now looking the other way) I appreciate your conviction that the ranger can protect us all, but my bird is a bit smaller than yours He then addresses anyone in the crowd who'll listen Can anyone here lend me a proper weapon?

I'm exactly as good with a blade as I look Viorec jokes, then adds but I'd also appreciate something more than a toy to defend myself with, if we're tracking down trouble

Viorec had started to walk to Rodney, but at Yates' correction he questions
Are the cleric and I to go with the tracker then? while he ponders
Those horse monsters the caravanners would talk about, I'm sure they were scaly...I'm also sure they were black though.

While the druid and the bird go about their antics, Viorec breifly puts in Sherif, your guards were hit by enchantments and Rodney seems to still be under a necromantic blight.

Viorec departs from the departed and goes to Janaga. He waits for a lull in Janaga's comforting, then fills her in in a low voice.
There was a linger of enchantment on the other guy, it felt like a sleep spell. He [inclines head to Rodney] might've caught a whiff of it, but he feels more like necromancy. I'm sure you know the vacuum that is that school. I hope you can make something of that, poisons and poultices are beyond me...

Well, that might be something Viorec mutters as Aislin flutters back to to a sleepy perch on his head. He stands up and goes to repeat the process on the other guard.

Viorec casts Detect Magic on the other guard, looking him over for anything suspicious

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Knw:Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

On a hunch, Viorec investigates this as his sort of matter...
Viorec casts Detect Magic on the wounded guard
KNW: Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 To identify any potions or curses which would cause the effects he's seeing
(Catching Janaga's atention) Are any of his motions to the patient symptoms particularly unusual or revealling?

Viorec is still quieter than before the fighting started, but now more out of thoughtfulness than shock.

KNW: : 1d20 ⇒ 2 To ponder what if the goblins in the area would be training large birds

Before giving an airy whistle

Viorec calls Aislin to himself

And moving to clean up the blood the cleric had indicated

Viorec casts Prestidigitation: Clean on the guard Janaga is healing

Viorec doesn't see Paul's actions. As soon as it's clear that the 'dog' is down he rushes to the stable to ensure that his donkey survived the ordeal unharmed.
I'm gonna assume he did

Relieved, his curiosity gets the better of him and he moves to examine the clay container who's contents caused such a drastic change in the goblin.

Viorec casts Detect Magic on the dead goblin commando's clay flask
Knowledge: Arcana: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Viorec decides he can stop making the goblins think something scary had shown up, when they can see it for themselves. Instead, he pulls out his sling, steps around the tree, and takes a potshot.
Viorec lets the ghost sound evaporate and takes a 5' step from R-20 to Q-19. Viorec attacks Goblin at P-13
Sling Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 111d4 ⇒ 4

Now that the map's loading again, the spell was targeted at U-16

How to Waste a Nat,
by Tylertlat

Viorec tries to think of a sound which would distract the goblins but not prompt them to investigate. He settles on the sound that most terrified the guards in the caravans he would travel with.
Viorec casts Ghost Sound as close to the door of the stables as he can manage, sounding vaguely like the snore of an owl-bear and raising in intensity.
Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Viorec tries to decide what would be most distracting to the war party
KNW:Local: 1d20 ⇒ 20 To remeber that goblins are terrified of harpies

I meant down one and to the right one of where it actaully ended up, so that the goblin dog would be in the lower left corner of the grease spot. Thanks for the heads up.

Viorec sneaks towards the stables
Viorec moves stealthily from P-22 to R-20
Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6
pausing to uses his final good spell to give his favored dog an advatage.
Viorec casts Grease on squares N-10, N-11, O-10, and O-11

Viorec picks up the potion and the coin-fold, taking half of the coins before handing the rest to Paul, still to distracted by the pain to talk. He then takes his place in line for Desna's blessing. Meanwhile, Aislin flys out by unspoken agreement in the direction of the stable. After being healed Viorec follows to check on his donkey.

Between the healing potion abating the shock and the end of the battle stemming the adrenaline, the pain of Viorec's stomach wound become the most pressing issue for him. To try and distract himself, he goes throught the rote of one of his simpler spells.
Viorec casts Detect Magic on the Goblin Warchanter corpse
and thanks Sarenrae that Paul's coup de grace caused her to land facedown, the gore actually making the scene less repelling.

Still somewhat in shock, Viorec performs a new iteration of the "wierd word and gesture" combo, his hand doing a pantomine of scattering marbles in front of him
Viorec casts Grease on Goblin Warchanter's Whip
and as he does he seems to remember something
Viorec uses his Move Action to drink a Potion of Cure Light Wounds
Healing: 1d8 ⇒ 4

Meanwhile, Aislin (owl) skirts around the remaining goblin
Aislin 5' Steps from L-21 to K-20
and tries to attack the goblin from the back
Aislin attacks the goblin at L-20
Talon Strike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 251d4 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 01d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 211d4 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

When he gets to the flaming wreckage of the stand, Viorec looks to see if there are any pieces he could easily pick up and would hold a flame.
Viorec makes a free action to look for improvised weapon: torch in the stand next to him

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

As Viorec completes the motion of latest attack, a stabbing pain erupts in his stomach. Or rather, he is suddenly made aware of a very literal stab wound in his mid section. How long has that been there? I don't remember getting stabbed... he thinks with stupid clarity, promoting his next thought Oh, I must be in shock... and out of my element . He then hold the dagger in front of him as if parry any blows as he steps back just out of reach and makes a dash...
Viorec Withdraws from J-20 to Q-18, and cannot attempt a concentration roll for his phantasm
Aislin wants to follow it's master but isn't willing to turn away from a threat
Aislin 5' steps from k20 to L21 and engages in total defense

Viorec is alarmed at being suddenly surrounded
where did the goblin at I19 come from? I only remember two goblins being within a 5' step of me, and one of them is dead...
But uses the distraction caused by the cleric's light show and theatrics to dart behind one of the Goblins
Viorec takes a 5' step from J19 to J20
a move which dislodges his familiar from where his shoulder.
Aislin (owl) takes a 5'step to K20
There he once again does his best impression of a rouge
Viorec attacks the goblin at K19
Dagger Stab: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 51d4 ⇒ 3
which spurs Aislin to follow suit
2 Talons: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d4 ⇒ 31d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d4 ⇒ 2

The illusion in place, Viorec cast a quick look around at where the goblins and the fires are, ending with a frustrated glance. He then abandons all conventional sorcerous wisdom and moves towards the nearest goblin
Viorec makes a 5-foot step to J-19
Pulling a dagger from it's sheath mid-stride
Viorec uses his move action to ready dagger
and slashes at the distracted goblin
Dagger slash: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d4 ⇒ 3.

Right now, he's standing on the edge of the crowd threateningly, just to scare the goblins away from the crowd.

Viorec's indecipherable mutterings continue, while his gesturing switches from a pantomime of a marionette to a pantomine of a sockpuppet, the universe 'talking' hand gesture.
Viorec casts Ghost Sound
This goes unnoticed as the sinister looking figure 'speaks'.

Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
You would attack those who the law will preserve . It growls, gaining volume and tempo as it continues. By Asmodeus your lawlessness shall be purged!
Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Viorec looks over the scene, then looks to the left where there seem to be no guards between the crowd and the goblins. He thrusts his splayed hands in front of him, fingers dancing in a rough facsimile of a marionette controller.
Viorec casts Silent Image at F14
Bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
As a black clad figure steps from the among the crowd.
The Image shuffles to D15 It appears to be wearing a full set of HellKnight armor, including an almost laughably large sword which it extends towards the goblins as a silent challenge.