Hello all,
I'm going to try to keep up with the wacky things my PCs do in regards to my new RotR campaing. My first DM/playing period in the last 3 years.
Cast of Charecters:
Mystic - Female Elf Sorceress - Ran away from home due to the fact her wizarding family didn't enjoy her "tainted" choice of profession. Arrived in Sandpoint in time for the festival just passing through
Telm - Male Elf Ranger - Brother of Mystic. Followed after Mystic a year after she ran away. Has not found her in the .5 year search. Got a lead for this region and is arriving in Sandpoint to rest for his search.
Combay - Male Human Fighter - Grew up on a farm in the Sandpoint hinterlands, until the goblins came and killed his family. Been wandering ever since trying to find them all. Arivved in Sandpoint to resupply before going goblin hunting.
Leaboth - Male Human Cleric - Came from Magnimar with not much other than his pony drawn wagon. A poor cleric came to Sandpoint to witness the cathedral's ceremony, and perhaps gain a place with the clergy.
Taken from the journal of Leaboth
The day started with the town's Mayor, Sherrif, and others welcoming all to the festival. Father Zantus is a Desna devotee and the Head Priest here. We made some small talk while the folk enjoyed the festivites. Walking the little town I noticed the folk here are happy. Zantus told me of the towns previous troubles and I feel I could serve them a bit better than he. I hear the barkers yelling ther goods and foods. The games of skill and chance are going strong. I hear mention of an elf that got Bullseyes 3 times in a row in the "Shoot the Sandpoint Devil" game. Some creature that is in the imaginations of some of the more colorful characters. Little more then a meet and greet for me as I introduce myself to the locals.
Back to the square for the butterfly release... how quaint. Ahh but the food. I can get used to this and will give the Rusty Dragon, the Hagfish, and the Whitedeer my blessings. I go rest on one of the hard cots this church calls a bed, and await the final ceremonies.
That eve, we meet again at the square. Zantus taps a thunderstone and calms the crowd. That's when the screams began...
Trying to post at work had a good bit from the Tavern tales of Combay, and the boards ate them... will have to type in word first I guess.
From the tavern tales of Combay
…the screams started. The crowd starts to panic and flee, and I’m looking around for whatever is causing the commotion. Then I hear the song. I’d know that disgusting tune anywhere… gobos. There is nothing I hate in the world more then gobos. And here three of the little buggers charge up to me and slash at me with their filthy, little makeshift swords. They couldn’t get through my armor, but they did scratch it. I blocked a couple more swings as I brought my earthbreaker to bear on top of the first one’s head. I tell you what, that goblin shrank about half a foot, and for those things that’s a lot. I’ve got two more on me, and I notice on the stage this guy slicing apart on with a scimitar.
Then I see the elf, scrawny little thing with a glaive, trying to skewer a goblin. He misses and goblin moves into him. Here’s what he does… He drops the glaive, pulls out a bow, dances around a goblin strike, and shoots this goblin that’s right in front of him. And he misses! Lucky for him a bolt of blue light staggers the pest before it can carve him into dinner. That came from the other elf… she elf this time. Pretty cute, but I don’t want anything to do with one of those magic users. Make them mad and they might shrink your… well you know.
So I had one on me, and bop him on the head a good one. This one drops to the ground with its head looking even more lumpy then usual. Never thought that was possible. I get my bearings on the on the elf tried to shoot, and that scimitar wielder steps right behind it and slices it from behind as another blue bolt hits it in the front.
We make quick introductions, and I manage not to laugh at the elf. Learn his sister is Mystic, he is Telm, and the warrior is actually a priest of Sarenae named Leaboth.
So I start looking for more gobos to smash and the rest decided to tag along. Well we find some, where the bonfire was to be set up that night. And I see the ugliest goblin I’ve ever seen in my life… a female goblin. I mean I’d rather have relations with the hagfish back there then ever be trapped in a room with that thing. And she was singing that gods-cursed song. Well before I could silence her we were surrounded by four others. Not worried the priest, Telm, and I begin mowing them down. Telm trying to score a hit with that bow of his. Mystic hung back and was doing some wikkiwoo, and before the she-gobo can move in with her minions, an eagle comes from the heavens and attacks her.
Well between Leaboth and myself we take care of the goblins, and look up to see the gobwoman, wounds closing, whip in hand, take down Mystic. Well apparently a little familial danger is just what Telm needs to actually hit something with that bow of his, and fells her with a shot in the neck.
So we’re a little banged up, and Leaboth just spreads his arms, and the warmth of the sun spreads over me and my wounds are gone. We’re looking for more goblins, though one of the little morons set it’s self on fire, and we hear a woman’s, or so I thought, scream for help.
We show up at the White Deer and see a goblin on dog-rat back slay a hunting dog. As soon as the dog drops in front of us more of the little buggers start cheering. They didn’t even see me as I ran up and turned one into mash. Leaboth does the same to another, and the elf twins ready their bows for the mounted one. Well Leaboth and I make quick work of the goblins, but as we finished off the last one we see the leader made quick work of our elves. The priest being the healer that he is starts rushing to their aid, and gets Telm back on his feet. I’m getting ready to charge at the dog when he almost spits Leaboth. Somehow he managed to turn the attack into a long gash on his chest, rather then straight through his gut. I run up and just level this gobo with a cross shot to the chest, he looks like he wants to get up, but collapsed and didn’t rise.
The rat-dog then decides its done fighting and wants to leave. I try to grab it, but Telm manages to use his glaive and finishes the dog off. After the fight I’m looking for the damsel, and find a lordling. Aldern Foxglove is gushing over everyone, especially Mystic. Talking rewards, which he did deliver on, so drinks are on me this round, visiting his estates, and much more. He’s even buying us horses for a boar hunt tomorrow. All of us are going, except for Mystic, she’s too smart to fall into this lordlings lap.