Rise of The Runelords - IC

[Ruess]

Hello players and readers. This is the IC thread for the adventure Rise of The Runelords

You can find the OOC thread here (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?532526-Rise-of-The-Runelords&p=22265601).
Sandpoint.

Sandpoint is a modest city set by a coast, and more a throughfare for the many who arrive there by the sea traveling vessels or by one of the many trade routes that make their way either along the roads or, if they so wish, by a coastal route that a ptrol or an adventurer is heading for. At the present, and that meaning an early afternoon with a delightfully high-risen sun that is baking the day to a nice but comfortable crispy warmth, you find yourself in this cozy city of travelers - whether as a traveler or as one of its many residents that call it a permanent home - and discoveing that the annual festival is taking on some speed. The morning has come and gone, and brought with it a lively rush of people eager to try their hand at the multitude of events in the town's center areas or some of the more exotic or outright deviant form of entertainment that have sprung up.

That being said the focus is on the city center, and you find yourself somewhere in the city rapidly in...err...company, to put it civilly. Said company somehow roped you into being invited to come along to the center of town, and boasted they would either win you at the many great games of skill or failing that drink you under the table after out-consuming you in a food contest. Surely, went their logic, you and all people like yourself deserve to let loose on such a wonderful day of festival wherein there is a planned event of prestige and wonder, something high and grand.

And if that failed your company outright made to grab you in a drunken merryment of noise and laughter, somewhere between six to score hands.


Setting the scene here, feel free to declare where you are and how you came to be in the city's center. PLay a game, meet new people, get into challenges, or get drunk adn merry. Most importantly, establish yourself in the very least before the event gets underway.

There is plenty to do: feel free to be creative in what manner of contest or even you either join in or spectate.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa stepped off the boat and onto the docks of Sandpoint. His long sea voyage had finally reached its end. With just a few silvers remaining he hoped he had put as much distance as possible between himself and his troubles. He made a quick prayer to Hei Feng, thanking him for his safe journey and asking that the winds of fortune would continue to blow his way.

Chaqa turned and bowed towards the Captain of the ship. Thank you Captain for the pleasant journey, may favorable winds always fill your sails. As he turned and continued walking down the docks towards Sandpoint he was caught in a rush of sailors who were eager to start their shore leave. Several of the sailors nudged him to continue with them and somewhat roughly guided him towards the center of the city. The sailors spoke excitedly of a local festival taking place and were anxious to begin their revelry.

As they approached the center of the festivities Chaqa waited for his group to merge into the larger crowd before attempting to disappear. Although the sailors were friendly now, he knew how humans could get when they imbibed too much alcohol. As he gave the sailors the slip he adjusted his takuhatsugasa lower, reversed his cloak and covered his face with his red scarf. Best to keep a low profile until I can determine how these folk would react to one such as myself.

Chaqa moved through the edges of the crowd observing the festivities and games trying to determine what the celebration was for. The smells of many delicious foods tempted him and he moved towards the food stalls. He sampled several of the local bevarages and foods (many of which came on a stick) which further depleted his already dwindling funds. He began to scan the crowd looking for a target. A fat belligerent merchant who has had too much drink deserves to be lightened of some coins...

[prufock]

Baelder White

Ser Farnis does not know what he is missing, thought Baelder White, as he walked through Sandpoint, nibbling on some sort of spiced fish pastry. He had managed to haggle the treat down to a reasonable price from one of the many street vendors lining the way to the day's events. His pack contained just about everything he owned, and he hefted it to ease the bite of the strap on his shoulders. The sun was shining, at least for now, and people were in good spirits. It was a fine day for a festival!

Ser Farnis had not wanted to make the journey to attend the festival himself, but he did want a detailed account of the celebrations. The old ser did love hearing stories, almost as much as he loved telling them. Baelder made mental notes of the points of interest so he could recount them to Ser Farnis in detail later. The old man had given him some charcoal sticks and parchment to keep notes, but he preferred to write from memory later. He had tried keeping notes as he traveled, last time, and had made a fine mess of the charcoal.

As he neared the busy city center, the crowds thickened and became more boisterous. The ruckus was palpable, with children roughhousing, men drinking, and women chattering. He got caught up in a push of people rushing him to some sort of game, some promising to best him, others assuring him that he would win the day. Some money changed hands among the crowd, no doubt betting on his success or failure.

Sizing up his competition, Baelder put his bag down at his feet, making sure to keep it in sight (festivals always drew thieves), and flashed a grin at the other men, portraying a good-natured cockiness. So, who would like to be the first to try his luck?

A round, hairy man several years Baelder's senior stepped into the ring the spectators had formed around them. The two grasped hands, crossed left to right and right to left. Baelder had played this game many times as a youngster - the goal being to drag your opponent to one side of the ring before he can drag you to his side - and had done fairly well against the other kids. With the crowd cheering and jeering, the two men struggled against one another, the pudgy fellow being more of a challenge than his build would lead one to believe, thanks to a low centre of gravity. But Baelder was young and strong, and finally managed to pull the man to his winning circle.

Others stepped up to challenge, and after several winning matches, Baelder finally fell to a burly, barrel-chested bald man with a curled moustache, a ring through his nose, and a thick accent Baelder could hardly make out. Must be a sailor from one of the far islands, Baelder thought. After congratulating the man and offering to buy him a pint at a tavern after supper, Baelder reaches for his pack.

[PallentisLunam]

As the morning sun rose Moro stirred in the pile cured animal hides that served as his bed for the night. Running his fingers through the bright green, tangled mess of his hair, pulling it into a rather sloppy braid, Moro kicked dirt over the remains of his fire. The gnome set about breaking his camp, not that any of the bigger races would really call it that. Apart from the small fire pit, Moro had left the wilderness untouched and slept in the crook of a great tree root. Where has that wolf run off to now. Probably decided to go chase a rabbit in the middle of the night. The lithe wolfrider scrambled up the tree he had been sleeping under until he broke through the upper canopy. It's going to be a good one, He thought to himself looking out across the forest and the sky, Hot for sure, but good.

Reaching into the pouch at his waist, Moro pulls out a small silver whistle and puts it to his lips. He blows with all his might but no sound can be heard, that is until a pair of faint woofs answer from the east. Nodding Moro puts the whistle back and climbs down from the tree. He collects all of his belongings in a pile and carefully tests his fire pit with his foot. Wouldn't want to burn down the forest. he thinks to himself. The warrior gnome picks up his armor and runs his hands over the stitching. Why does it feel as though you and I are soon to be tested? he wonders to himself as he slips it on. His sword hangs from his belt by a simple leather tie.

Suddenly, with a great snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves, Tré bursts through the underbrush and comes to a skidding stop, panting and blowing a foul stench from her bloody muzzle directly into Moro's face. The gnome gags and ducks while simultaneously pushing her nose to the side. "What did you eat?!" he coughs out in gnomish, the only language Tré understands. Tré just barks and wags her tail proudly. "Down." Moro orders and Tre complies, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, as Moro pours water from his canteen on to a handful of grass and sets about trying to wash some of the blood and reek from her muzzle. Moro pinches off a sprig of mint and rubs it around her teeth at which point she protests and stands up.

"Close enough," Moro says with a slight grumble and begins to saddle Tré. It takes a few moments to get all of the gear on her powerful back. Just like his own armor Moro remembers every stitch of the saddle itself and the bags he loops over its rearward horns. He threads his lance through the sling on Tré's left side and slips his shield into its place on her right. Lastly he picked up his small hunting bow and its quiver putting them on his own back. Throwing a leg over Tré's back Moro pulls himself into the saddle that he made all those years ago for Gora. Reaching forward Moro ruffles Tré's ears and pats her flank.
"We have a festival to attend, girl," he says. Tré just barks and paws anxiously, desperate for the command to run through the forest. "GO ON THEN!" Moro shouts and Tré launches like a shaft from a bow and Moro has to crouch low in the saddle to avoid the tree branches that whip past overhead.


Not long after the sun begins its crawl back towards the horizon Moro sits astride Tré looking up at the town of Sandpoint. Well, Lady Dreamer, I'm here. he thinks to himself. I will partake of your festival and maybe if I grow tired enough another dream will visit me.

Moro spurs Tré onward through the gates of town. The wolfhound grows nervous at all the noise and the presence of more big folk that she has ever seen before in her short life, but at a pat from her rider she calms, confident that he is in control. Moro stays mounted, to better be able to look into the big folk's eyes and over their counters, and assures them all that if they mean no harm then neither does Tré. The young gnome is happy to eat and drink and mingle with anyone who seems friendly enough and is not put off by his rustic attire or his choice of companion. He spins tales and listens to such with eagerness but is guarded about his true past or his reasons for visiting Sandpoint. He says only that he has heard that the festival is great fun and he wishes to join in.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok strides up to the town of Sandpoint, Nikka the mouse perched on his shoulder. It was the largest settlement Eyotok had ever seen. There was a gate and guards who didn't see to be too concerned with his entry. Clearly the festival had begun. The faces were all smiles and there was much music and laughter. Nikka started pacing on his shoulder and Eyotok could feel her nervousness, so he scooped her up and put her in his belt pouch.
He looks around to see a gnome riding a dog which causes him to smirk.
Then Eyotok smells the food stalls and heads in that direction, noting various games and such that he can try later. For now he tries the many exotic foods to his palette.

[Moro Asahina]

Nerra smiled brightly as she stepped through the town gates to be met with the bright colors and lively songs of a festival in full swing. Admittedly she was mostly here because festivals were great places to gather information, but all work and no play makes Nerra a dull girl so she'd have to take time to enjoy herself while she was here. She'd originally planned to head straight for Cracktooth's Tavern since just about every travelling entertainer who stopped in Sandpoint went there at some point. But that plan didn't last long at all as she hadn't made it much more than a hundred feet into town before finding herself drawn into the celebration.

It started off as just a friendly invitation to dance with a young man who apparently recognized her from a previous visit to the town, but soon enough she found herself carried along with the young man and his friends as they explored the various stands set up along the city streets. Granted she only vaguely recognized him, but he was nice enough so she had little problem just going with the flow and enjoying the company as they wandered the streets.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

The day had begun so well, in Gabriel's mind. His father's armor... HIS armor... fit perfectly when he donned it, and the accompanying regalia felt natural after a month of accustoming himself to its use. The sigil he had inscribed into the floor of his bedroom flared to life with his soft chant, and the brilliant white coat of his newfound friend filled the room with a dusky scent reminiscent of clean dogs and horses. "Good morning, Gabriel! Is today the festival you have been so excited for?" The voice is soft and somewhat androgynous, somewhat out of place coming from the rabbit face of the large wolf-hound shaped creature. "Yes,
Brightmane, it is today." But let's keep it quiet from now on, we're still getting people used to you! He finishes the statement mentally, using the connection he has with this miraculous companion he has found.

~~~

The townsfolk were still becoming accustomed to seeing the ornately armored halfling riding a gleaming white hare-hound, and with the festival there was an influx of non-natives that were giving the pair either strange looks or wide berths... or both. Still, nothing could cool the enthusiasm of the halfling as he made his way through the town on the back of his companion, managing the curious gait of the outsider which is something between the lope of a hunting wolf and the hop of a hare.

His first stop, the only one he had really considered, had been a target jousting game. Rider after rider of all shapes and sizes took their turns tilting at dummies and dodging the counter-swing. It was at this point that Gabriel's day took it's first turn... and so did Gabriel, turning head over heels as he struck the dummy full force and was in turn knocked clean off the back of Brightmane, whose mental laughter added insult to injury as Gabriel staggered back to his feet and collected his participation ribbon. After that, somewhat less enthused at the prospect of trying his skill against inanimate objects, Gabriel had wandered the town sampling food and drink along with the reactions of shopkeepers and tourists alike at his appearance.

[Ruess]

Chaqa
You make to blend in, with hat and scarf and all that – but in doing so you commit a bit of a blunder. Your hat sticks out rather prevalently among all the locals and travelers, which is compounded by your bandit-like scarf arrangement. Altogether as they are your outer garbs draw focus on you no matter how you make to slink out of sight and with their present arrangement they are they cause you to stick out like a bandit in a nunnery.

On a positive turn however your natural looks drew an overall positive notice rather than the typical screams of horror or confused stares – from the sobers who are not drunk yet as much as from the inebriated ones who think you look swell.

As for the merchant…you can’t find any that look belligerent enough. A loud one, for sure, and a few food stalls going around the city focus points as well – but not a single angry, loud one to be found when you need one.


Baelder White
With one final applause from your spectators you make to find your bag…but you find it missing. Not at the spot where you set it, nor at the spots nearby. It has not been kicked over by anyone, and neither is it under any table or desk. This little ring fight is taking place in front of some manner of a drinking house so the yard has tables yet you do not see your bag upon any of the outdoor furniture or near them, and neither on any…

Hold on now….

You see out there, in the crowd, a lanky looking youth making to vanish into the thick of the crowd near a food stall – and carrying your bag!


Moro & Tré
Tre proves to be an incredible thing for the younglings who simply cannot stop being amazed at the wolf astride whom you sit on a saddle no less. In no time at all Tre finds treats from a swarm of young hands that offer ear scritches and jaw scratches to such degree you are certain they will spoil Tre rotten before the day is rotten. Not only that but the parents and minders of said young ones find you and your companion highly interesting which leads to an invitation to sit down by a pub’s tables and tell your story, for surely such tale is worth telling to a rapt audience.


Eyotok
Finding entrance is easy, and the throngs of people are as varied as they are welcoming: that is, you draw notice but it is benign in nature and many an appreciative eye seems to linger on you. And then an oddity happens.

Somehow you find yourself approached by an stick-thin of a person who is barely five feet in height, and yet they seem to be of the drunken mindset that you are in fact his best friend in the world. Jasqui Fairth, as he introduces himself, is a scholar of great things – and tells you that he absolutely really yes certain’y wants to see such magnificent man of muscle like show what kind of strength lies in those arms! With a cheer and a full-body-swaying that turns him three full roations he invites you to a strongman contest, a very simple weight lifting one right by a pub whose owner Jasqui claims to know, and where you are told he will offer you as many beers as you can stomach so long as you meet him one for one! In a quiet mutter Jasqui burps and adds snacks on that list too…


Nerra
Your company are most intrigued by some dexterity contest which boasts great declarations and many brave contestants. Tossing five darts upon some scattered targets hung upon a few hay stacks seems siple enough but the cheering crowd of young and old spectators proves the undoing of a few contestants who nonetheless make a brave show and acquire recognition for the attempt from the burly looking man running the show, and who seems to be working the crowd on positive spirits.

You see several contests, both this dexterous kind and some other kinds as well, and a few trinket stalls as well beside ones offering food…but you also hear a particularly loud merchant hawking his goods at special discount offers…not that far away…

Gabriel and Brightmane
You are not the first mounted pair, strangely enough, and as soon as you discover that you also discover that what had been mild concern was in fact people keeping their younger generation back from trying to come say hello and ask about you and your mount out of a sense of wondering curiosity.

That must be the reasoning, for how else do you explain so many minds eager to ask you questions and hear your story while more than many want you to join them by a table so they may hear you out and hopefully meet your quadrupedal companion as well?

As it stands your traveling took you near the city center where you see several tempting offerings of food – and your company does promise you to cover whatever dish you might feel for if you but join the crowd and regale them your story…

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Happily accepting this turning of his fortune, Gabriel follows the crowd into one of the better eateries near the town square. There he orders a fine meal for both himself and Brightmane, and he begins regaling his audience with stories of Thassilon and of how he learned to call up his ally. He proudly shows how the glowing symbol on his forehead matches the one that Brightmane bears.

From time to time he stutters and pauses, occasionally cutting a glance at Brightmane as the Eidolon makes sardonic comments and factual corrections for some of Gabriel's more... exaggerated tales.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok smiles at Jasqui Fairth wondring if he is some odd incarnation of Shriikiri, but finally decides his is just drink. In any case he finds him amusing and decides to take him up on his strongman contest.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro Wolfrider

Moro casually deflect questions directed at him saying that he is generally uninteresting and merely a simple traveler. He does however recognize his audience's appetite for a good story and so he decides to relate the tale of Nilkier the Swift and his wolf Fay the Bespectacled. It was an old gnomish story that Moro had loved in his youth and learned on the knee of his great-grand aunt the winter that giants destroyed their village. The stories of the elders were the only comfort the children had that year.

Nilkier and Fay were a gallant pair. The gnome was one of the greatest riders the world had ever known and the stories say that his beast was more intelligent that even the worgs who bear goblins into battle and can speak the common tongue. Fay's coloring made it seem as though the wolf were wearing an old man's glasses and thus he got his title. Together the two were unstoppable and cleared out many a goblin hold and kobold warren. Nilkier was even said to have been blessed personally by several mighty lords and even perhaps a demigod in disguise.

Moro sits reclining in his saddle while he tells this long and epic tale. Just as he reaches a dramatic peak relating one of Nilkier's greatest battles Tré grows tired of standing in one place and promptly sits down sending the gnome, who was paying less attention to his companion than he should have been, sprawling in the dirt. Tré immediately spins around startled and looks quizzically at her rider, her head cocked to the side. Standing, Moro brushes dust from his hides amid the stifled laughter of his audience. "Well, I suppose I was getting rather long winded, wasn't I," he says with a chuckle and rubs Tré's ears. "Perhaps it is time I listen instead," he continues "Kind folk of Sandpoint, I humbly beg of you to tell me about the history of your town and this fine festival."

[Moro Asahina]

So far her little group had stopped by a few of the game booths and she'd actually come out a little ahead which was more than a little surprising given her usual luck with these things. Mostly they were the usual festival games so the prizes didn't amount to much and she was already looking around for anything interesting that she might like to spend her winnings on. That is, until she noticed the dart throwing competition. A nostalgic smile found its way onto her lips as she watched the latest contestant, who had clearly had a few too many, try his luck. Papa used to love these sorts of games. Though I suppose it was as much that it was his favorite con as it was that he enjoyed the game. She lifted a finger to her lips in thought, pausing for a few moments before nodding and starting towards the man who seemed to be running the Dart Throwing Competition; Her hips swaying a bit more than is strictly necessary now that she has a prospective audience. "Hmm...well, I'm not nearly as good as Papa or Blind Otto at this sort of thing, but perhaps I could try my hand at it?"

Though she was focused on this latest piece of amusement, one of her feline ears did twitch to face the direction of that oh so enthusiastic merchant proclaiming to all and sundry about how cheap his wares were. She' would have to remember where he was for later, though she could not see the man or his stall from her position near the competition.


Blind Otto is just the name of one of the people who traveled with her caravan before it was destroyed. While she has gotten a little distracted from her original goal, she'll occasionally throw one of the more distinctive names from her troupe into a conversation in hopes that somewhere nearby will recognize it.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

So much for a low profile. Chaqa realized his clothing marked him as an outlander of possible shady character. Although several of the partiers had glimpsed his Tengu features they had not cried out in alarm or become overtly hostile. Still, he felt uncomfortable under their gaze.

What he needed was a distraction, something more interesting than himself, on which the locals could focus their attention. Several crowds had formed around some fantastic beasts and their riders. He moved towards the nearest group hoping to be lost amongst the throng of onlookers.

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder pushes into the thick of the crowd. Ho! Make way! Stop that boy! Thief! He muscles his way through as best he can, heading toward the food stall, and trying to keep his eye on the youth. He grasps his holy symbol and says a quick prayer that the lad will stop or get halted.

Going to try casting Create Water above the thief's head.

[Ruess]

Gabriel and Brightmane
You tell your story with what skill you have and humble as it turns to be compared to some better storytellers you and your companion still earn a round of applause at every suitably dramatic occasion.

And at about that moment when there is a break in your story your friend points to you that there is something of a large racket happening by the popular wrestling ring. And by the shouting...a thief is trying to make off with someone's property.


Nerra
On one hand the man running the throwing competition is clearly welcoming you to try your luck and the males doubly so since you are highly welcomable as far as they are concerned.

On another hand you estimate a few tosses by the looks of the darts and what you saw, and you come up with a solid guess that you might not win but definitely would score high points.

Then on a third hand your ears perk up readily when someone starts shouting about theft which starts an instant clamor near the wrestling ring - you in fact see a large glob of water splashing on a group of people visible all the way to your postion.


Eyotok
You gave an honest effort but you sprained your wrist on the first try due to the darned weight being too old. It is only a sprain but it needs a cold bit of ice which you begot along with a consolitory beer and a meal besides, although Jasqui insisted you would have won by an elephant's width.

That is the how and why regarding you holding a generous sized beer in your hands - and the reason you are able to see when there is some clamoring about theft by the wrestling ring you were just beside With your quick eyes you see a lanky looking guy trying to vanish with someone's bag before a pile of water splashes on him, and wet him along with some crowd around him. They don't stop running though...


Moro & Tre

Yourself and Tre proved folk favorites, and doubly so with the younger folks. Unfortunately when you were going to hear the stories of the people in this city some commotion rises by the wrestling ring that is not very far from this tavern you and your crowd are gathered at.

You cannot hear over the clamor and noises what exactly is happening, but it seems like a rather big thing is going on in there.


Chaqa
Under the cover of two major distractions right by the tavern and a third one by the ring where local are having several physical contests you slip in and vanish into the thickest throng of people. This particular group is recovering their energy after engaging in contests of skill and physique both, and you spy a few couples having the time of their lives spending time like this.


Baelder White
Luck smiles on you. Although you are slowed in your pursuit to cast the spell you nail the thief right in the head with your spell. The glob of water you conjured smacks them spot on and splatters all over but you definitely stagger the punk making off with your property.

The crowd takes notice of your hollering, and more than one individual turns to look at what the noise is. One or two even move to intervene before the bag-grabber makes to stumble away, but the slippery individual is abandoning all stealth and stumbles for it.

The thief is revealed! A lanky human male, soaking wet but stumbling away into the street, glancing everywhere while clumsily trying to stumble and run at the same time at the shadier side streets.

All of you can see this commotion happening. Take action as you feel necessary, the thief looks to be trying to vanish if they can get away.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok seeing the thief run, jumps to his feet and charges after him.

His base speed is 40.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro & Tré

"Your pardon, good peoples," Moro says swinging a leg over Tré. "My curiosity gets the better of me." At a word in gnomish Tré bounds forward towards the commotion. Upon seeing the thief and how he was marked Moro curses under his breath. "Halten sie ihn in sicht!" Moro says to Tré.

"Keep him in sight!"

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Chaqa settles in among the crowd and observes. He watches as a thief tries to escape and evaluates the thief's skill. This is why you target fat drunk fools and not keen-eyed sober and vigorous marks.

[Moro Asahina]

She grinned broadly as she was welcomed by the man running the contest. But just as she was about to take the knives for her turn she heard the commotion down the street a ways and turned just in time to see water appearing seemingly from nowhere above a young man that looked to be trying to find an alley to duck down. She arched a brow as she turned to face the impromptu footrace a bit more fully. Thinking about it, she probably shouldn't interfere out of professional courtesy...buuut a little lesson in minding your surroundings couldn't hurt if he comes too close.

Should he make the mistake of coming within 25 feet of her she would heave a put-upon sigh and speak softly, "Tiid, praan ahrk ofan hin dremsilaar wah bahlaan." The power running through her blood flaring slightly as she leans forward to blow a kiss at the lad; A handful of ethereal rose petals drifting almost lazily from her hand towards him and shattering into motes of light on contact.


For anyone nearby who speak it, she was speaking Sylvan and said "Time, rest and give your peace to the worthy." Since she doesn't actually speak/understand Sylvan yet, she has no idea what she is actually saying when she uses a verbal component for a spell.

This post also assumes that I read the response post right and she can tell who the thief is.

---Actions---
Should he come within 25 feet of her, she casts Daze (https://sites.google.com/site/pathfinderogc/magic/all-spells/d/daze)on the thief so he'll need to make a DC 16 will save or be dazed for a round assuming he doesn't have 5 or more hd

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder continues to pursue the man, who now looks like a drowned rat. Following him down a side street, Baelder raises his voice. If you drop my pack and flee,
I will not pursue you further, thief! If you attempt to make off with my belongings, however, I will run you down!

Baelder will attempt an intimidate check: [roll0]

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

With a gallant bow, Gabriel hops from the barstool he has been using onto Brightmane's back. "Forgive me, friends, adventure calls!" The pair dodge around patrons to get out the door, dashing towards the direction Brightmane had heard the commotion from.

[Ruess]

A cavalcade of two mounted heroes, a charging hulk of muscle and more still all are given a wide swathe through the throngs of people who see their charge to fight crime and wisely make themselves along with anyone near them very scarce lest they stand in the way. This creates a wide path for each of you, which in turn serves to drive home a point that grows more clear still with each passing second as each of you draws good and ready to get physical with the law-breaker but it is when the youth realizes he is truly deep in trouble that he simultaneously also realizes he is entirely alone in a crowd that is looking at him most severely as his packs up and forms walls that he will not manage to run through. Thus it is that a group of heroes of the moment gather around him as he presents the stolen goods - that being the now-wetted backpack with some moisture all over it - to their rightful owner under the careful eye of a now very vigil public that cheers for the heroes who intervened most valiantly.

Baelder White regains his stolen property such as it is, and has a shame-faced scrawny youth before him. By the sounds of it the local guard will inevitably collect this troublemaker but right now Baelder could easily scold the thief, or really do any number of things since the crowd are watching with great interest to see what happens next.


Meanwhile back at the tavern a certain tengu sees this play out, at least some bits and pieces that confirm the thief got caught. The people seem a little bit more wary now as result as well as they grow a little concerned for thieves.

And at the knife tossing range the proprietor, who is near enough to Nerra that she overhears, mutters somewhat audibly. "I'd pay ten silver to hear what the blazes happened there, these ears get more deaf every year." In doing so he ignores the younger contestants who are already boasting to each other how they clearly could have gotten that troublemaker whoever if they weren't busy with the contest here - the very exact contest whose sole owner is curious on the events and not handing out knives for the next while.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro Wolfrider

Tré snarls menacingly, looking for all the world like he is about to tear the thief limb from limb, while Moro sits calmly in the saddle with a mildly disdainful expression on his face as he examines the boy. Moro knows that Tré would never lay a tooth on the child without his command, but Moro saw no reason to assuage his fears. It'll make him think twice about running. Glancing around Moro realizes that his charge was supported by another mounted small-folk. He rides a... giant rabbit? Who rides a prey animal into battle?

Raising a hand Moro shouts a greeting to Gabriel, "I had believed that mine would be the most outlandish of companions!" Despite her rider's distraction Tré stays laser focused on the thief.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Chaqa continues to watch as the commotion begins to subside and the festivities resume. The response of the local law enforcement should be quite interesting. One can learn a great deal about a society by how they treat their criminals.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Bounding into place alongside the other rider, Gabriel holds his long lance level towards the thief. Glancing over, he smiles. "Why thank you! I only just met him recently, but we have formed quite the bond. You have a mighty companion as well!"

[Moro Asahina]

At first it looked as though the chase were going to end about as Nerra figured it would. Thanks to the crowd's intervention the boy's mark managed to catch up to him fairly quickly, but from there things got...weird. That there were apparently two of the small folk involved wouldn't have caught her interest, but the fact that both of them were riding decidedly unusual creatures, one much more so than the other, made them stand out a bit. Though from where she was standing she couldn't see much of what was going on; Especially once the people closed ranks enough to ensure the boy wouldn't be going anywhere.

Seeing as she wasn't going to be allowed to compete anytime soon, her natural curiosity got the better of her and she wandered over to get a better look. What she saw concerned her a bit as the little fellow riding the very big dog was allowing it to menace the boy while the other was pointing a lance at him. Nothing for it I guess. Can't very well let this lot hurt the boy. And so, she carefully pushes her way through the crowd until she finally steps out into the empty space in the middle of the crowd.

She gives the group a cheerful little wave, the tip of her tail twitching from side to side hinting at her annoyance for those with a keen eye for body language. "Excuse me boys, but kid's already been caught, so perhaps we could call off our dogs and stop pointing weapons at him? I hear the Sheriff around here is pretty good at his job so he'll probably be along pretty soon, and I don't know that he'll appreciate it if he got hurt after he'd already been captured." She turns her attention to the would be thief, giving him a warm smile. "After all, with all these people around ready to catch him he isn't planning to try and run off. Are you?" Her feline ears twitched slightly as she waited for his response; Inwardly hoping the boy was smart enough heed her advice. After all, spending a few days in the local jail for attempted theft was preferable by far to being mauled by a dog, skewered by a lance, or whatever it was a giant rabbit would do to you.


Throwing in a diplomacy roll just in case I need one to convince the boy to go along with the suggestion not to run.

[roll0]

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok is happy the boy hands over the stolen property. He has likely learned a lesson and hopefully will stop these antics. Eyotok knows that he certainly has done his share of foolish things. His face saddens some when he thinks of his brother Chatok who didn't manage to learn much before he died.

He nods at Nerra. He had not drawn a weapon and had not intended to.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

"We've not harmed him, and I will thank you not to besmirch the pedigree of my mount!" Moro says to the strange talk-folk with the tail. What manner of creature is she? he wonders to himself as he examines her closely. "This is Tré the she-wolf, of the line of Nyx. She is no mere dog." Moro says with more than a hint of pride. During the exchange Tré's demeanor towards the boy does not waver in the slightest, her deep growls are periodically broken by ferocious barks and her teeth gleam white in the sun.

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder firmly takes the pack in hand, eyes on the scrawny fellow. He opens the top and glances inside to make sure everything is intact. It's sopping wet, but it's all there. If you wish to leave, I won't stop you, as I promised. But know that all here will remember your face. Thievery is no life for a good man.

Turning to the gathered crowd, Baelder raises his voice over the din. Thank you, good fellows, for your help! My belongings have been returned. I caution you to watch your purses.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Gabriel lifts the lance, holding it bright and tall as he smiles out at the crowd, lifting his other hand to wave jauntily.

"Well, it would seem that today justice has been served. Know, miscreant, that we locals will be keeping an eye on you. Walk the right path!" He flourishes dramatically, then yelps as Brightmane shifts and neatly unseats him, leaving him seated unelegantly on his behind looking up in astonishment at the broad grin of his companion.

That was a little over the top, don't you think? the sardonic voice of his companion chuckles in his mind.

Standing, Gabriel dusts himself off and clears his throat. "Well then. My name is Gabriel Alturion, a resident of this fine town of Sandpoint. Would you all care to join me for a meal?" In his mind... We'll talk about this later!

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

The gnome casts a bemused look at the man who was stolen from. He's just letting the thief go? The big folk are a strange breed for certain, but it was he who was wronged. Moro taps Tré with his heel and tells her "Sei ruhig." Instantly she calms and allows herself to be turned away from the boy. "A meal I will share with you, Gabriel Alturion. I am Moro Wolfrider and, as I said, this is Tré."

"Be still."

[Ruess]

Given how the the situation appears to have resolved itself more or less with the criminal caught, the crime resolved, the goods returned and the heroes planning to move on thus the mob thus begins to disperse save for the more curious sorts who eye the soaked youth with rather hard eyes or the persons in the scene with curious eyes. A minute or two into this a brutal looking man covered equally in scars and armor followed by an equally brutish looking gnoll with a rich hide full of spots almost as numerous as the scars therein strolls over coming to a near Baelder whom the human addresses with a warm smile that is in total contrast to his appearance. "Good day sir. I'm with the local city watch. I hear this young ruffian made to walk off with you property?" speaks this man lightly as he leans casually on his a halberd, and as he speaks his eyes proceed to scan everyone present and offer a respectful nod as well as a smile to these individuals."If you folks don't mind, please stay close by. I'd like a word with you all."

Meanwhile the gnoll, a brute in semblance as much as in stature, looms over the youth. "Little Rakenis. Always in trouble~" You can almost hear a happy note in those deep notes that the bestial humanoid snarls as its hands idly twirl on its halberd. "And on festival day too. Oh your mother will tan your hide~"

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

The gnome stiffens at the sight of the gnoll and instinctively lays a hand to the hilt of his sword. Remembering himself and that he is a guest in this town, Moro forces himself to relax although he is unable to keep the contempt from his face as he glares at the creature. The old stories of gnomish men who took trollish wives flit through the wolfrider's mind and he is disgusted to think that his kin may have spawned such foul beasts. Tré growls soft and low for a moment before Moro taps her with his heels and she quiets.

"At your service, master watchman," Moro says with a stiff nod to man. Though now that food has been mentioned... he thinks to himself glancing about as delicious smells waft through the air.

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder straightens as the guards approach. No harm done, guardsmen. I'm sure this boy simply mistook my bag for his own. All the same, I think it best you escort him home and give him a talking-to about being more careful. He gives the lad a sidelong glance, then turns to those gathered around the alley. I hear someone say something about lunch? I'm famished. Baelder turns to leave with the others.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok nodded in response to the watchman. He reached in to his pouch and pulled out Nikka, stroking her soft fur.

[Moro Asahina]

She chuckled softly as the apparent Wolfrider bragged about his dog's famous ancestor, or at least she assumed it was famous given how proud of it he was. She'd never really understood why people took such pride in claiming to be descended from someone famous, but then the only things her family ever really been famous for weren't really things one should be proud of to begin with; So maybe that was it. Regardless, she'd nodded back at what had to be one of the biggest humans she'd ever met when he acknowledged her. Sure the man made her a bit nervous, but he also had a good foot on her in height and probably several stone of pure muscle so she felt it a pretty reasonable reaction.

Thankfully, now that the situation had more or less wound down and the backslapping began the crowd began to lose interest. She'd been about to turn and advise the young man to take his good fortune and go when she guard spoke from behind her. Though she managed to hide it fairly well, she did give a little sigh when she heard the first guard's voice. Turning to get a better look at the two guards, she subconsciously took a step closer to Eyotok. Boody hell but they do grow them big around here don't they? Sure he was tall and could probably break a little stray like her in half, but he wasn't a guard and hadn't been threatening the boy...and was that a mouse he was holding? ...Questions for later. Her feline ears flattened back a bit despite her best efforts to appear calm and unconcerned, though she did give the pair a warm smile. "I don't know how much help I'll be since I only came into this at the end, but I'm sure I can make some time for a member of the guard." She just hoped that this conversation didn't turn into them accusing her of some crime or another. While she wasn't dressed as colorfully as most Varisians, Nerra was wearing what some might recognize as her family's Kapenia scarf and it wasn't unusual for townies to blame her people for things that went wrong while they were visiting.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

So they let him go with a warning? Interesting... As the menagerie of vigilantes were approached by guardsmen he felt himself beginning to subconsciously shrink into the shadows. The guardsmen did not seem overtly threatening towards the would be heroes nor the thief. He did not know if it bode well that the city would allow a beast, whose kind were not known for their lawfulness, to be a member of the watch. Perhaps he might find a home here after all.

He finds an empty seat near the back of the inn and orders some wine to help with his contemplation.

[Ruess]

The Scene of Crime
Albeit it is with a mildly throbbing eyelid accompanied by a momentary inaction very alike freezing on the spot the guardsman nonetheless proceeds very slowly to takes visible note of those who either acknowledge his words and/or remain as he requested and, with a flourish that produces a compact notebook from his belt pouch accompanied by a piece of what looks like colored charcoal, offers you all an awkward attempt at smile. "Due to a rising number of complaints from persons considered adventuring types we, the city watch, are required to gather statements from persons involved in the incident. Now, if I might trouble you fine gentlefolk - and yes I do mean all of you by that - for just a moment of your time, so as to hear what you think happened, I would greatly appreciate it."

Meanwhile the gnoll rests one gargantuan fur-covered hand on the young thief's shoulder, which turns the failed thief pale as as snow "After that this thief is coming with me for a little talk with his mother~" The growl, if possible, makes the already white youth somehow turn a tint whiter still. The faintest of whimper escapes his lips, which makes the bestial humanoid's own fang-filled grin grow all the wider. "Oh dear is someone in trouble~"



Leaving The Scene of Crime
Baleder leaves alone but finds a table very near where a small food kiosk is set up. The food seems to consist more of chicken with some strange spice mixtures but the two make up most intriguing bundles of


Chaqa
You still stick out due to your hat and scarf but the persons you share your table with inside the crowded tavern, having gone inside to find some more cover in the thicket of people, do not give you more than the occasional glance every now and then but inevitably your manner of dress draws the attention of the entire table between the looks and the innate curiosity. Given how there are many other species in here beside just the basic humanoids you are not the sole oddity but your dress certainly marks you out even among the odder types. Thus, the question is popped. And a dozen of its kind follow: who you are, what you are, where you hail from, what brought you to the festival, which contest you look forward to or won, and if you look toward the ceremony as eagerly as some of the religious youths?

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

"I heard a commotion," Moro says matter of factly, "I approached out of curiosity and when I saw that someone was being robbed I gave chase believing that Tré here could outrun the thief." The gnome's stomach grumbles loudly to punctuate the end of his story and he smiles sheepishly as Tré looks back at him and whines. "I would dearly love to indulge in your festival now, good sir. I will not go far and I'm sure that you will be able to find me with the utmost of ease, should you have need of me," Moro says with a sincere expression on his face.

[Ruess]

The officer makes a rapid scribble on his book and then makes a vague gesture by his helmet in the direction of the nearest spot of competition - that one being arm wrestling - beside which food trays are offered by a small snack kiosk.


Moro is excused by the officer.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok nodded as Moro spoke his first few words. "I also saw a commotion near the wrestling ring. I saw this person running with a purse in his hand. I then ran after him to stop him from making good his escape."

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

The gnome is happy enough to watch the competitors while he and Tré indulge in the finest of festival fare. He dismounts in some close but out of the way spot and purchases meat and mead for himself and his beast. Tossing Tré a sausage, Moro sits upon the ground and reclines against her side waving for Gabriel and his creature to come join them when he has finished with the guardsman. A most strange thing indeed. He thinks to himself licking grease off of his fingers and eyeing the great rabbit.

[Moro Asahina]

Figures she'd end up involved in something that drew one of the more competent guards; Though he may also have just been annoyed at having his festival day interrupted and was doing everything by the book to share it around. Either way she was stuck waiting until it was her turn to tell what she'd seen. When he finally got to her, her tail was still twitching in agitation though her ears had lifted back up to their normal position since being arrested did not seem imminent for now. "For my part, I was over there at the knife throwing competition getting ready to take my turn when I heard someone shouting about a thief, and a sphere of water appearing in midair to soak this boy and the pack he was carrying as he ran." She gives a little shrug "From there there really isn't much to tell other than that the chase ended pretty quickly and people started to gather. I came over, more out of curiosity than anything, to find the, ah, bunny rider, keeping the boy covered with that lance of his and the wolfrider's mount," One can almost hear the eye roll in her tone when she speaks of Tre, though she does give Gabriel and Brightmane an apologetic look when she mentions them. Truth be told the latter pair were one of the stranger things she'd seen in her travels. Enough so that she wasn't entirely sure just what to call them. "Snarling and growling at him. Things calmed down pretty quick after that. I mentioned that you boys would be along shortly and that he wasn't likely to be getting away with the crowd gathered as they were so he lifted his lance and the rider said something that got his mount under control." Nerra gestured first to Gabriel, the apparent bunny rider, and then in the vague direction Moro had gone off in.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Please good people of Sandpoint. I am nobody of great import or interest. Just a weary traveler who is availing himself your hospitality after a long sea voyage. I would be interested in hearing of the reason for this festival and the ceremony you spoke of.

[Ruess]

Officers of Law
The scarred man takes his time writing the statements from each of you but closes his book eventually with a clear sigh of relief that is mirrored by his smile as he pockets his book once again, turning to the gnoll. "Vranvir, be a friend a haul our young criminal to have a talk with his parents. Should be enough of a punishment since our victim already walked off." The gnoll grins wide while the man rolls his eyes not at all subtly by the end of his sentence before again turning to you, particularly to Eyotok and Nerra. Beginning his speech he buffs his chest ever so slightly and turns to a more official and serious stance. "Now then, as a member of city guard I shall remind you good gentlefolk that the main event of the prepared speakers over yonder."

He points to the left where the main street ends in a large market - where you hear that one merchant still over the din of the crowd, maybe due to his quite pleasant voice - and an even larger temple that is all but covered in beautiful decorations befitting a such greatly sized structure that seeks to awe without crossing to osteantious side of taste and displays great skill in construction and architecture. Truly, it is a marvel for the eyes.

"The priests are the least to speak and will officially open the recently finished construction of the temple. It is the highlight event of the entire festival, and I invite you to be there before the second speaker finishes. Additionally, it is the city council's belief that you should at least visit Mister Desolas who has set up his carts by the main square. With a mere nod in the direction of the voice you can guess who this Desolas is: that very noisy person you can hear all the way here. "It is my understanding his wares always include items worth taking to remember this yearly event by if none of his ware prove to be of interest." Here the guardsman pauses to draw a breath and swallow before continuing still. "Thank you for your time, and have a wonderful day. If you need assistance or have questions please do not hesitate to approach myself or any of my colleagues."


Chaqa
You stick out a lot and thus your efforts in deflecting the attention from yourself do not fare all that well but you do manage to divert the topic at least from yourself to the event itself. Apparently this is a yearly festival event and a popular one at that, and looks like it is going to be crowned by a big thing involving the temple you saw on the end of the streets at the....was it left or right end now, you can't remember too exactly...and which was just recently finished in construction. It seems to be a project that a lot of people have been looking forward to for a long time and which promises to be a great thing too. Lots of locals are even boasting about how great it will be for sure.


Moro
"Hey, you! Rrrassle me~!" calls a non-descript voice at a moderate pitch suddenly beside you right as a young halfling with a modest tunic and a pair of breecher on him right as he strides to your spot and swaggers to sit opposite you before he then makes with sticking a twig of an arm at the table in a blatant offer to wrestle your arm on the spot. "Giimme a challen', imma big biz~"

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder munches on his spiced chicken - Hey, not bad! - and sits back to watch the people come and go. His pack is sopping wet, but he keeps one hand on it now, just in case there are more would-be thieves. He watches the alleyway as each of the gathered townsfolk walk away from the scene after talking to the guard. Waving to catch the eye of any who look in his direction, he motions them over to his table, and pricks an ear toward the orator in front of the temple as he waits for his "rescuers" to approach.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Gabriel had stayed quiet, not wanting to put himself forward in front of the guard. He was new at this whole adventuring business, and interacting with the guard was... perhaps risky to the family name?

On being released by the guard, he finds himself agreeing with the guard. "Indeed, the inauguration of the temple is going to be a big deal! Still, time enough for a meal first!" He makes to guide Brightmane towards the square, but finds his mount balking.

Look over there! Someone wants to share your meal as well. We should be friendly! With that thought, the hare-shaped eidolon leaps towards the table where Baelder is eating. Gabriel calls out to the others: "There's food over here!"

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

Moro wipes his hands on his leathers and sits up looking at the boy. "I bet you are," he says walking to the table while looking his opponent dead in the eye. "But I'll warn you now. You're over-matched." Leaning forward Moro rests his elbow on the table and grasps the boy's hand in his. "Usually one asks a name before issuing a challenge. I am Moro Wolfrider."

Moro waits for the boy to respond in kind never breaking eye contact. Once he has Moro says, "When you're ready."

So, do I make a strength check or what? I seem to remember that competitions like this just go to the stronger individual, like a height competition would just go to the taller individual.

Just in case: [roll0]

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok nods to the guard. "Thank you."
He heads towards the temple. A new temple opening. That seems likely to be what Shriikiri wanted him here for. He doubted it was to help apprehend a wayward youth. He looked around at the crowd and took in the variety of people here. He enjoyed the variety away from his tribe.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Chaqa bows his head slightly towards the villagers. Most interesting, I thank you for your enlightenment. This temple sounds like quite the accomplishment and you should be quite proud. Chaqa tips his glass and pours a small amount of wine into his bill, he savours the taste with his tongue before tipping his head upwards slightly and allowing gravity to carry the liquid to his stomach. Perhaps I should see this place for myself.

He finishes his glass of wine and sets out to locate the temple.

[Moro Asahina]

Nerra gave the guards a bright smile when they'd finished their no doubt rehearsed sales pitch for both the ceremony and the merchant selling some local trinket or another. "Huh, is it about that time already? I guess I'd best hurry if I want to grab something to tide me over to dinner." Truth be told, she'd much rather just go have dinner somewhere, but when it comes to a local festival this big and popular she figured most placed would be closing down so the people could go listen to the dedication or whatever one did when they finish building a temple. A blessing maybe? In the end, she supposed it didn't matter much as she really didn't have anything better to do so she'd no doubt find out at the ceremony.

True to her word, as she turns to leave she looks around for somewhere to grab something to eat. It isn't long before she spots Baeldar, but more importantly, the chicken stand next to him. Her mind made up, she makes her way over to get herself whatever looked good from the stand. Once she had her spiced prize she turned her attention to the man she felt had handled the whole thieving incident rather well. Seeing that he was apparently waving people over. With a soft chuckle and perhaps just a bit more sway to her hips than is strictly necessary she heads over and gives him a warm smile. "It was very nice of you letting the boy off the way you did. Would you mind if I joined you?"

[Ruess]

Moro
"The name!" declares your opponent as he graps your hand and swings his entier body upright by the seat. By then you see his form for what it is: well-fed but not obsese, wiry and with muscle but possessing neither in ample amounts. And the person himself is well loaded on spirits. "Is Pickle! Pickle Stoonnneeehammmmah!" Under the rush of high spirits, a rapid motion of muscles and sheer determination from the halfling you lose the first round, yet Pickle waves you to raise your arm again, his eagerness playing as evidently on his face as it is on his body language. "Cmmon! Two of three!"


Temple
The temple sits at one end of the city's largest streets which is lined with stalls and events of slightly religious flavor. It is a large thing, several stories high, buit from sun-tanned tiles and finely scultped dark wood so that both materials stand proudly in this jutting piece of architecture. It has expressive angles, it has painted glass windows, it has a grand staircase leading to the entrance flanked by numerous banners featuring deific icons flying happily in the wind, it has a mass of people already gathered in the open space that its expansive front yard is made of.

Directly South-East of the temple, or to forward and left if you stand on the stairs facing away from the centerpice of the festival - also called and explicitly named cathedral as the locals insist on calling it - stands of the large open market where a great many stalls are set up around a tiled center-square upon which stands an exceptionally ‪decorated merchant's stand.


Table By The Kiosk
The food is delicious and well made, and so is the complementary beer that is admittedly lighter than the stronger kinds but happily it is not the only drink available nor is alcohol the only choice available.

Your table draws some attention due to the combination of quadruped and biped persons altogether but you do not stick out any more than the other travelers who have come from far and wide.

You do note you have only a while more left before the event begins in earnest on those steps. At least the crowd's excited murmur indicates so. And so also comments the aged lady who runs this food kiosk and brought your food, which she waived the price for on this most wonderful of days.4


If you are by the temple you could roll Knowledge:Religion to see if you identify any of the displayed holy symbols.
If you are a local you could try rolling either Perception and/or Knowledge:Local to see if you identify anyone in the crowds.

[prufock]

Baelder White

Minding his manners, Baelder stands and smiles as his newfound companions join him at the table. He eyes Gabriel's strange mount curiously, thinking Well, as Ser used to say, 'Strange company is better than no company at all!' He sits and gestures to the kiosk. Well met, friends! If you're hungry, I'd recommend the chicken. It's strangely flavoured, in a quite pleasant way. Also it's all they have! He chuckles to himself.

My name is Baelder White, squire to Ser Farnis the Prudent, Knight of the Fern; son of Ser Ban the Pure of Whiteway. I must thank you for the assistance back there,
even though all was resolved without further incident. It's good to know there are honest, helpful people here in Sandpoint!

As they chat and eat, Baelder notices the crowd becoming thicker around the temple. Seems like something important is happening. He stands on his chair to get a better view.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Wiping away the remains of his chicken from his mouth, Gabriel jumps back onto Brightmane."Oh right, the consecration! Hurry and come with me, I'll get us a good spot to see it!" Gesturing at the rest to come with, Gabriel leads the way to a choice viewing spot near the plaza.

[roll0] Knowledge Local to know a good spot?

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

"Very well, Pickle. Twice more then the winner buys another round and you tell me about this festival." Moro says squaring up again.

1: [roll0]
2: [roll1]

Once the challenge is over and bets are settled Moro whistles for Tré and steers Pickle up the road towards the temple where people seem to be headed, and tries to work some information out of the drunken halfling.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Chaqa wanders somewhat haphazardly through the streets as he tries to recall where the temple was. Occasionally he stops and observes a local contest, game or other interesting spectacle. As he arrives at the temple he see's the various deities banners but does not recognize any as he is unfamiliar with the western gods.

Since the ceremony does not seem to be starting soon, he looks about for someplace to pass time and spies the merchants stand. He moves towards the market to inspect the various wares and stalls.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok took in the crowds in all their variety. He could see they were going to be speaking soon. He was eager to see what Shriikiri had in mind for him. He stroked Tokka's fur.

He saw a few symbols on the temple. He knowledge of such things was poor but he tried to recall what he could.

Knowledge(Religion) [roll0] unskilled.

[Ruess]

Temple
Eyotok finds himself a very good spot on a box someone left standing. It combines with his bulk letting him see over the throng of people, even the pointy-eared beanstalks, well enough that he can count the symbols. While some fancily dressed priest-type starts mumbling at a low voice Eyotok is able to count a few familiar symbols. The names escape him at this moment but the deities involved are all of the nonorable and proven big good sorts that Eyotok's people offer respects and prayers to.

Gabriel recalls a particular project that was finished not that long ago and finds his way to the large marketing square where that one loud merchant was
locate. Right there on the edge of square there is a raised wooden platform from which vertically challenged individuals can observe over the longshank heads. Even his mount is allowed there, which is a nice change.


Table By The Kiosk
Looks like at least one speaker by the temple is making a fine noise for the gathered crowd already but you are not near enough to hear over the din of the crowd. It does not seem to be the highlight of the event however since you can see most events still ongoing even thought some of them are closed - that the closed ones are here, away from the spacious square is something you also take notice of. The stalls by the swuare or around it are open and full of people is also something you can take notice of.


Moro
It takes Pickle a moment to understand what you said but when he does he leaps to the occasion like a vilage drunk to a filled flask. When he prompty loses the two following bouts of strength by a hair's breadth he laughs it off with a good cheer before punching you in the shoulder and waving for another pair of foam-crowned mugs which he toasts with you, and laughs again. "A'course! a'course!" he agrees most merrily to your demand. "'S a big thing ,see!" your drunken fellow begins with a swipe of his arms at the large gathering of people before the temple where one person is droning to the crowd, and at that point Pickle rests his calloused hand n your shoulder as he beckons you to lean closer. "B'hey, y'ask me, an I'll tell ya more, eh? 'M'not a...what'rey'y'callit...err...guide?"


It seems you need to ask questions one by one if you want full lunderstanding or from his merry drunkard...



In position are you?

Good.

Perception check, all of you. This is a high relativistically high DC for your characters but you can succeed.

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder steps down off his chair. I can't hear anything. I think I'll try and get a little closer. Anyone want to join me? He hefts his pack and begins politely pushing nudging his way forward through the crowd. This seemed important, and Ser Farnis would definitely want a report on this.Excuse me, pardon me, just passing through... he says as he slowly makes his way through to a better viewing spot.

[roll0]

[CasualViking]

Florin Vulpinesco

Florin spots a solidly built local and surreptitiously bumps his heavy pack into the back of his leg. "Oh! Sorry man, didn't see you there... Deadeye's bones you're a big one" he says, as he flinches back, dropping his backpack on the ground and stepping backwards, palms outstretched before him. He composes himself, ducks back into the larger man's reach, grabs one of the straps on his pack, and start dragging it on the ground with much difficulty. "Are you going up to the temple?" he ask, casting a glance down at the other strap on the pack.

Diplomacy: [roll0]. Florin would rather be like this than simply asking; it's not just about the pack being heavy, it's the principle of the thing.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

Whistling for Tré to follow, Moro heads towards the square, nearly carrying his 'guide' who stumbles along drunkenly beside him. The young warrior is happy enough with his burden, After all, people are supposed to enjoy themselves at festivals. Stopping near the edge of the crowd Moro leans up against a building and smiles at Pickle. "So, who is this all for anyways?"

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Chaqa moves towards the cathedral entrance to try and get a better view. He focuses his gaze on the main spire trying to get a better look at the creature. This town seems home to many interesting species.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Leaping up onto the platform, the two lifelong allies take a position when they can put themselves in a good view of the speeches. It seemed appropriate to begin a life of adventure with a speech! Gabriel runs his fingers along his lance as he ponders what his new life will bring to him, beyond the gift of Brightmane's company.

[Ruess]

As one person speaking finishes to the rising applause of the crowd together with some inebriated whoops of joy another one steps in place. By the look of them this someone is a very finely clerical person, all dressed in gold and white with a ton of religious looking finery on them right ontop a most elaborate outfit.


It is as this speaker reaches up and spreads their arms as if to embrace the entire crowd that thunderous cracks explode across the throngs of pressing people. In seconds whole clusters of people are staggered like drunks about to keel over - and with that frenzied drumming of sound a crowd of small, brown-green things leaps out from behind the tents to the left side of the road.


Each is shaped like a man though small in size, possessed of hateful red eyes and a maw full of fangs, an inhuman voice cackling too high and too rapidly, and as they swarm into the populace around you, you spy each wielding either wicked looking little blade in one hand, a circular something on its belt - and you count too many of them to keep track of.


Within seconds the entire crowd is thrown into panic as one and all seek shelter, letting the swarm of menaces rampage at will. Glass shatters under their hand, shinies are grabbed b greedy little hands, food is grabbed at whim or kicked to the ground by trayfuls... Some of the small monsters even stand upon a surface to cackle as they swing their jagged weaponry before darting off again.
You find yourself in the midst of this chaos. And by look of things, one of the few who can do something.
It is as you catch your senses your ears pick up a horrendous song held aloft by each of these little monsters of which not one can hold a note.


This, friend, is a goblin. It is a sadistic little monster that loves wrecking, hacking and burning things.

Your ears ring just a little. It is nothing that will hamper you but good gods that thundering hurt your ears.
Your large friend makes a run for it! He seems set on vacating the are and looks frankly frightened.

Your companion shrieks in fright and you see him diving under a table to try to hide there.


Initiatives
Chaqua 14
Hostiles 13
Eyotok 10
Gabriel Alturion 9
Moro Wolfrider 2

[CasualViking]

Florin Vulpinesco

Florin stares in shock at the chaos. He starts talking to himself, in a mocking tone: "Sandpoint is a nice, peaceful town, Florin. No need to wear your armor here, Florin. You're just meeting the theater director, what's the worst that could happen, Florin?"

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Chaqa struggles against the ringing in his ears. Now that he has a closer look at the creatures they seem to match the stories of goblins that he had heard. These uninvited guests appear to have ill-will towards these kind townsfolk. We shall see about that. Chaqa pulls his shortbow from underneath his cloak and looses an arrow at the nearest goblin that is making threatening moves towards an innocent bystander.

Move action: Draw shortbow
Standard action: Shoot at goblin

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[prufock]

Baelder White

Grasping his holy symbol reflexively, Baelder remembers the teachings of Ser Farnis...

I'm sorry I ran, Ser. I... I was scared. I thought they were going to kill us. How do you stay so calm?

Remember lad, situations are not always as they seem. Remember this: B. L. A. D. E. "blade." That stands for Breathe. Look and listen. Assess. Decide. Execute. Remember those things, they take but a moment with practice.

And practice he had, but never in such a ruckus. He took a breath and looked around, opening his ears. That song... no, not familiar to him. He had seen something on that rooftop, though, of that he was sure.... Is it still there?

He noted that the goblins hadn't killed anyone. People were panicking, but no one was hurt as yet. Still, they were an obvious and immediate threat. Decision made. Time to execute.

Baelder says a quick prayer and asks Iomedae for protection from evil as he prepares himself for battle.

Standard action to cast.
Move action to make another Perception check: [roll0].

[Ruess]

Resolving Chaqua

The arrow from your bow scratches the cackling goblin who was about a second or two away from slicing up a young person barely taller than a halfling. It turns its now bleeding head hither and tither while wiping its red bleed from blotting out its eyes but all it manages to do is give itself an impromptu war paint that combines the worse halves of red and brown colors. Still, you definitely got its attention,


Baelder
The spell takes a firm hold of you. A brief bit of pride lingers on you for getting the incantation perfectly spot on, which not every apprentice can boast. You focus you eyes and you can only thank the spell, with or without a possible touch from your patron. You have no other explanation for why you see in perfect clarity one of these monsters exactly where you spied it in the first place: upon on that weathervane, clutching a bag now. By the look of it the bag either has something heavy in it or lots of things in it. As you watch, in a few seconds it digs out something that it hurls into the crowd below, and with a thundering crack more people hold their heads as thunder sends them stumbling, an entire cluster of people ripe for a whole band of more goblins to rush at and wave their blades at.

You swear you hear its high-pitched cackling over everything, even that horrible song.



Hostiles.
In the midst of this panic the brown little monsters swarm. Tents are toppled, the unluckiest are wounded by the cackling invaders, and the festive decorations are torn to shreds by gleeful terrors on two feet. More than a few stray animals lie still on the ground, and you spy several people already with a few red injuries.

This is going to get nasty soon if this continues for too long.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok sees the swarm of little monsters exploding onto the scene. He dons his shield and draws his longsword as he head towards the greatest density of the little fiends.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Goblins! Ready for action, Brightmane?

You know I am, Gabriel. To battle!

Lance lowered, Gabriel and Brightmane spring forward, dashing past panicked townsfolk to strike at the nearest goblin enemy!

Charge attack against the closest Goblin (within a 10' charge minimum)

Gabriel: Lance Attack: [roll0] to hit, for [roll1] damage (double for charging on a mount)
Brightmane: Bite Attack: [roll2] to hit, for [roll3] damage and [roll4] check to push the goblin 5' away.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro Wolfrider

"No! Not there Pickle! Get inside!" Shouting at his erstwhile guide Moro leaps astride Tré's back and spurs the wolf forward while drawing out his shortbow. As they approach a nearby group of townsfolk being menaced by a goblin an order flies from Moro's lips. "Zerfleischen!" he barks and Tré falls upon the tiny brown demon, a flurry of teeth and claws.

Taking a deep breath Moro bellows over the din of battle striving to be heard by civilian and guardsman alike, "Remain calm! We can protect you!"

Attempting a fast mount: [roll0] DC 20 costs a move action on a failure
Ride check to guide with knees: [roll1]
Move action to draw a weapon.

Tré:
Charge a goblin: [roll2] Crit Confirmation: [roll3] Damage: [roll4] Crit Damage: [roll5]
If the attack hits and the goblin survives Tré gets a free trip: [roll6]
Tré's AC for this round is 15, but his AC vs the first attack that hits him this round is 21 (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showsinglepost.php?p=22356653&postcount=67)

If the fast mount is successful Moro's words will be infused with his tactician ability (standard action) granting all allies within 30 ft. who can see and hear him the Extend the Bulwark teamwork feat. This allows medium or heavily armored targets to forgo their armor bonus and grant half this number as a circumstance bonus to any adjacent ally's AC. Moro will be applying this bonus to any adjacent townspeople. Next round.

[CasualViking]

Florin Vulpinesco

Florin sings out a melodic phrase in a strange language. One of the monsters looks confused for a moment.

Florin casts Murderous Command (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/m/murderous-command/) (in Sylvan) on the nearest goblin. Will save DC 18.

[Ruess]

Resolution.
Eyetok finds a group of cackling goblins cackling at a thoroughly wrecked stall wherein the ground is covered in the shattered remains of what were once beautiful pieces of porcelain artwork. They all squeal in fright at the his bulky form's entrance and then squeal again when he sends one of them dead to the ground with his sword.

A moment later Gabriel and Brightmane both crash into the shrieking monsters, slaying one each.

Meanwhile Moro makes a brave attempt and looks like a wild rider even if the people do not seem to heed his call yet - but Tré most sadly fails to find a good purchase on a goblin, and very nearly chomps down on the burning piece of wood the cackling menace is brandishing having taken it from a shooting contest stall that is burning.

Adding to the chaos is Florin who turns a goblin from a pair of blade-waving menaces onto its compatriot. The bloodletting that ensues is indescribable but very effective: Florin can personally vouch that nothing short of resurrection will get that mound of what used to be a goblin moving again.

And with that you have broken this wave's morale. The closest goblins near you turn to flee, tossing their things to the ground or dropping them as they dash off in whichever direction they can find refuse in that is away from you, preferably somewhere far away. It is a cacophony of sound almost enough to tide over that noise they call music that still echoes all around you from the distance but which abates here at least.

In the panic you feel you have a moment to draw breath in. Mayhap an opportunity to gather a second wind, or a chance to oin forces with whoever stood up alongside with you. You feel this is not over yet...

[PallentisLunam]

Moro Wolfrider

Damn! Moro thinks to himself. That's not the last of them and we have no defensive options. Okay, then. We go on the attack. Spurring Tré to the center of the square with as many views down alleys and side streets as he can get Moro shouts to the crowd, "Clear the road! Make way! Gabriel, to me! They are coming back and we will ride them down! Get out of the way!"

Moro is trying to clear lines of attack for a mounted charge, particularly by himself and Gabriel side by side. He's keeping his bow out for the moment but will switch it for his lance when the time comes to make the charge. The idea is to keep the civilians close so that the force of the adventurers can drive the goblins away from the crowd of people.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Surprised to see the goblins running Chaqa lowers his bow. He looks around for anyone who may need assistance and helps them towards safety. Quickly now! Find shelter. When the area looks clear he moves towards the group of defenders who look to be making ready for a counter attack or perhaps going on the offensive. Brave defenders! I would join with you to aid in the coming fight.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok nods and keep his shield and longsword at the ready. He scans his surroundings for another incursion of the small attackers.

Perception [roll0]

[CasualViking]

Florin sighs, and digs his crossbow out of the backpack, then shoulders the uncomfortable load that he would really, really much rather be wearing right now.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

"Brightmane, lets bring justice to these monsters!" Bounding to Moro's side, they prepare to charge again. "Allies and warriors all! Follow and strike true against the enemies!"

[roll0] Gabriel perception
[roll1] Brightmane perception

[prufock]

Baelder White

Well, that was a short raid. The goblins are retreating already. Baelder throws a javelin at the goblin that was on the nearby roof as it attempts to slide out of view. He shouts above the din. Stay alert! This could be a diversion or a temporary retreat! Find safety until given the all-clear! Seeing other armed warriors, he moves to form some semblance of a defensive block against a return attack. Stand ready friends.

Attack: [roll0]
Damage if it hits: [roll1]

[Ruess]

You gather as a group abouts the middle of the street to take a stock, and to gauge what you accomplished.

On one hand these things are literally in every direction but your immediate surroundings are clearer of immediate threat. You can see the scampering menaces scurrying among the crowds still, and their noxious chanting hangs in the air still, but your valiant effort still broke the morale of those in this spot. To your left the tents are damaged, some even burning, but it is on the whole something that can be fixed. To your right the buildings have become a rapid shelter, mayhap due to your example, and while people flock there as much as they can it is because you sent the blade-waving monsters away from threatening the people. Ahead, the cathedral itself stand only mildly stained by what looks like some thrown rotten fruits. Behind you, so to speak, there rises an avalanche of violently rising noise as something epensive sounding shatters, lots of it in fact.

Ahead and to right, where you recall that one merchant was hawking wares, there is a mass of people huddling inside a ring formed by a group of much stouter looking individuals who stand around a few large wagons amassed by which you spy a ton of wares, all rapidly stacked up and where people huddle for cover.


Those of you who succeeded at DC 15 Perception check can see that there is an exceptionally ugly looking goblin right by the weatherwane. It is clutching a bag in one hand, and has a bottle of some kind in its other hand. It is hanging on the metalline wind measurer by its feet - and unless you miss your guess it has its eyes on you.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro Wolfrider

"We are encircled. We should push out, bringing the civilians behind us. Perhaps then we can flank the foe and roll them up. Gabriel and I will provide the spearhead. Those of you on foot should come behind, widening the gap." Tré lets loose a bloodcurdling howl, the sound of a wolf on the hunt.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

"Yes! For JUSTICE!" Lowering his lance, Gabriel is about to charge when Brightmane digs in its feet, looking up at the roofline. Look there, Gabriel. A goblin, intending harm to us. Take care or it.

Gabriel turns to Moro. "A moment if you please." Gauging the distance, they edge just in range for Gabriel to chant a quick spell, thrusting forth his hand and causing the weathervane and a good portion of the roof to become covered in thick viscous Grease.

Casting Grease on the foolish rooftop goblin's area.

[CasualViking]

Florin

Sigh-****-breathe-nock-inhale-aim-TWANG!-exhale.

Shooting at The Goblin on the Roof. Is he maybe denied his dexterity bonus from the Grease? [roll0], damage [roll1]

[Ruess]

Gob on the roof

The hurled javelin just and just catches the goblin on its side which raises from it a most pained squeal followed very soon by a shaken fist at your general direction.

The spell of grease fizzles when Gabriel means to finish it. The goblin is far too high for the spell to reach it from here; Gabriel would need to get a lot closer to reach with this spell.

Florin sadly misses by a wide mark. And the goblin cackles at the inopportune shot.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok drops his sword, pulls out his sling and fires a stone at the goblin on the roof.

Perception if still needed after two have attack it [roll0]
Attack [roll1]
Damage [roll2]

[PallentisLunam]

Moro

Moro adds his arrow to Eyotok's stone.

Attack: [roll0]
Crit: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Crit Damage: [roll3]

[Ruess]

Gob on the roof

A stone hurled and an arrow fired bring naught but two more missed attacks that veer off far from the target and end up impacting dully onto the cathedral's stone exterior to the mocking laughter of the goblin who brandishes a large bag in your direction, perhaps as an omen or a threat.




Good attempts, do not despair.


Gabriel really should consider ordering his companion to hurtle him as near to the entrance doors as he can before sending the spell off, and that is doable this turn.

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

Curses of Thassilon! Get me closer, Brightmane! Right up to the doors. I should be able to get him with it then!

With that, Brightmane speeds to the entrance, leaping high into the air to allow Gabriel to release his spell at the offending (and offensive) goblin.

[VexingFool]

Chaqa

Forming up with the ad-hoc group of defenders Chaqa steadies himself for a fight. There are innocents who need protecting, even if they are mostly humans. Chaqa takes a calming breath to center himself and prepares to follow the mounted warriors and their fantastic beasts into battle.

As the defenders direct ranged attacks at the creature he saw on the weather vane earlier he adds his arrow to the attack.

Shortbow attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]

[Ruess]

Each attack was for naught save for one that scratched the goblin in a manner most evident. Then comes the wave of grease cast by a rider astride the saddle of a trusted animal of unexpected manner who leaps high enough to provide the needed height to each the weathervane. Before your very eyes the entire section of roof including the piece of metalwork becomes encrusted with a film of grey-yellow upon which the ugly monster slips until its read slams onto the roof tiles. Its alarmed yelp is only rivaled by the clear pain landing on its rear caused the creature but it has little time to consider that fact or others like it: It slips upon the greased tiles in the next instant following its landing accompanied in this rapid descent by the sack it was carrying.

In few seconds more it reaches an astounding speed upon the tiles...flies off of the roof with a panicked squeak... And at that you avert your eyes by instinct or at least feel the need to do so. The remains of the goblin are not much to speak of and the sack's contents reveal themselves in a booming crackle of thunder that is deafeningly intense and all the more pronounced in their effect on the goblin's earthly bits.

The boom is resounding enough that all attention halts for a moment to look upon your work, and you who made it happen. All sides take that moment to just stare.

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok scoops his sword off the ground.

[CasualViking]

"That was quite a trick!", Florin tries to say smoothly, but instead bellows at the top of his lungs.

[prufock]

Baelder White

Baelder grasps his holy symbol in one hand, drawing his sword with the other in one fluid motion. He says a quick prayer to Iomedae to grant her blessing upon his blade. Backs together, mates! Don't give them an opening! Anyone who isn't armed, get inside and close the doors! He takes a breath and bellows INTRUDERS! COME TASTE THE STEEL OF WHITEWAY!

Using a move to draw my sword, standard to cast Magic Weapon on it.

[PallentisLunam]

Moro Wolfrider

The gnomish knight slings his bow across his shoulders and grabs his lance from its rest. "Prepare to charge!" he bellows.

So perception check to spot an important target? Otherwise just gonna go after the biggest group in sight

[roll0]

[HappyMerecat]

Eyotok

Eyotok begins to shift into position with his backs to the others. "Gonna be hard to charge with our backs together."

[CasualViking]

"Watch out, Florin. There's more of them about", Florin thinks to himself. "Wait.....who IS that handsome devil in the mirror over there? Is it me? It IS me. Damn, I'm so handsome".

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel and Brightmane

The hare lands smoothly from the leap, and Gabriel whoops in delight as the goblin slips and slides from its perch, only to yelp and clap hands to his ears as the sack hits the ground with a thunderous noise. Still, this use of his new magic was a wonderful example of newfound strength. Now, to find another worthy target.

[Ruess]

Your entire group notices it: a few monstrous titters, a tinkling of glass shards breaking, the creak of wood laded with too many things and a badly hidden squeal of excitement. Frankly each of you takes note of it since what you observe is not a long line of little things that take place in a single file over a long while: it is all at once since you more or less can hear them, and then witness just a little bit of the events.


Directly South-East of your position, right on the east-sides edge of the large marketing square, where you can see a merchant's large business set-up, there is a band of six torch-flailing grey monsters just like the ones you have taken care of and which are ripping open the green tarp covering the wagon to reveal something they are gleefully cackling at, but right on the wrong side for anyone to take a shot as they are using the nearby collateral for eyecover.


Judging by their cackling, the zeal by which they swing their torches, their gleeful pointing at the marketing square, the hand-gestures imitating crude explosions, and their raised voices that are distinct in the monstrous chanting... You feel you could make a guess as to what they plan.


Frankly, the merchant from before who set up a few wagons and a lot of stalls you see holding up - and the large crowd huddling therein, protected by a ring of mercenaries and town guards both - would make for a pyre if something big caught fire too near it...

[CasualViking]

Florin Vulpinescu

Florin looks around. "You guys are pretty tough, right?" he shout-whispers, then dashes off before anyone can reply, sliding in to tuck himself in a corner by an overturned stall. "Geeb gabi-gab guun..." he squeaks, or, translated from Goblin, "No boom-burn now! First, stab-kill no-fun longshanks over there. Chief says!".

(Stealth [roll0], Bluff [roll1])

[PeacefulOak]

Gabriel & Brightmane

"To battle, Brightmane! If a trick worked once, it must again!" With that, Brightmane surges forward towards the cart, angling off to one side so that Gabriel can once more chant an incantation and coat the ground next to the cart with thick slippery Grease.