[Pathfinder] BrOp's Burnt Offerings IC Thread

Walking Dad

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Sivan & High Priest Ezakien Tobyn

"Yes, High Priest. Your wish is my command. May the gods bless the day." Sivan answers already thinking about the possible prayer... And the tasty food. If there were not the strange dream and what happened to Chaine...
 

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Arahmid

Sheriff Hemlock holds up a hand in an attempt to quell the half-orc's fear. "I did not mean to offend," he states plainly, switching into Shoanti. "As you can see I am quite aware of what it means to be an outsider among these people. But believe me, they are good people if you give them the chance. Now if you will excuse me."

With a short nod he turns from Arahmid and walks over to where his officers are dealing with the man. After a few short words he leads them on toward the town jail.

Arahmid is left standing alone in front of the Feedbag for only a moment before the door to the tavern opens, revealing the massive owner, Gressel Tenniwar. He is giving barked orders to a few of his employees who are manhandling a large wheelbarrow holding an enormous cask.

He recognizes the Arahmid and shouts out a greeting. "Come join us at our stand in front of the new cathedral, friend. I'll be tapping this keg before it gets too warm and there will be free beer for everyone at the Swallowtail Festival!"
 

The Rolling Man

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Arahmid, Half-orc Rogue

"Now, that sounds like my kind of idea!" Shouts out Arahmid with half a smile. Pulling up his sleeves, he then goes help the wheelbarrow make its way to the cathedral square.
 


(Everyone) The Swallowtail Festival

Everyone makes their way to the square before the church from differing parts of the village of Sandpoint. Here dozens of taverns, inns, merchants, entertainers and sundry folk have set up stalls, booths or just rolled out Varisian carpets to celebrate the Swallowtail Festival.

The square is crowded with residents of Sandpoint, farmers from the outlying homesteads in their rough homespuns, sailors conversing in strange accents, Varisian wanderers in their brightly-colored garb, local fishermen, and even a few city folk from as far away as Magnimar. All have come here to celebrate a day sacred to the goddess Desna and to witness the dedication of the new ecumenical cathedral.

The old Sandpoint church had burned down five years ago during a dark period known euphemistically as the "Late Unpleasantness". During this time Sandpoint had been plagued by a spate of violent crimes culminating in the dreadful atrocities committed by a mass-murderer named Chopper.

No one ever discovered who set the fire that killed Father Tobyn and his daughter Nualia and reduced the northern half of the village to ashes, but after Chopper was found dead no one really cared. Everyone was just happy that the horrible crimes came to an end.

Now memories of these dark times have been pushed aside and folk draw new strength in seeing their beautiful, new church. People mill about the square, friends call out to one another and the rest peruse the various items merchants have on display.

Mayor Kendra Deverin ascends the stair to the large platform decorated with bright garlands and cloth banners that has been set up before the cathedral's entrance. She holds up her hands and waits for the murmurs to die down, before welcoming everyone to Sandpoint and the festival. Her friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner and notorious workaholic, managed to tear himself away from his hides to attend. Friendly laughter spreads about the square, noticeably absent from Larz himself. She thanks everyone again and wishes them a joyous festival.

She is followed by Sheriff Hemlock, a Shoanti tribesman gone local, who brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood and his reminder to be safe around the evening's bonfire. He then requests for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in the fire five years ago. He leaves the stage and is followed by the proprietor of the Sandpoint Theater.

Fortunately Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge of bringing the crowd's mood back up with his rousing anecdotes. He delivers a not completely irreverent recap of the long process the town went through to finance the construction of the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self-promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the theater the following evening to check out his new production of "The Harpy's Curse," revealing that the lead role of Avisera the Harpy Queen will be plaed by none other than the famous Magnimaran diva Allishanda! He is loudly cheered by the crowd and gives everyone a big stage wink before turning things over to Father Zantus.

This young-looking high priest of Desna is the last of the speakers this morning. He gives a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.

Following this everyone resumes their previous conversations or activities as people mill about the square.
 

The Rolling Man

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Arahmid, Half-orc Rogue

Arahmid was enjoying himself at the Swallowtail festival. While according little attention to the speeches, he stayed near Feedbag's stall, eating his full, getting a bit drunk and exchanging crude jokes with the nearby people. After the Sheriff's short speech, Arahmid goes question Gressel about the shoanti. "The Sheriff, what's his story ? Is he always so grim and suspicious ?"
 

Shayuri

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Mellisande listens to the speeches attentively for a couple of minutes, then creeps over to the food to sneakily eat while everyone else's attention is fixed on the oration. Of course, the food is free for all today, but it's more exciting to hunch behind the tables and craftily snatch each delicacy as if she had to be careful about being seen.

At each moment of applause she joins in with gusto though, because giving applause is fun. She has no idea of what exactly is being applauded, of course.

She then tries to make people laugh at inappropriate junctures, but after a few unsuccessful attempts decides that this ability requires her to touch someone to work...and she's not eager to be so easily identifiable as the culprit.

Finally she drifts over to the least uninteresting of the speakers, Mr Drokkus of the theater. There she munches idly on a sweetbread and gazes at Allishanda, wishing she were big like that so she could be in plays.
 

jkason

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Saktouk, half-orc monk

Saktouk found his meditation calming, though there was still something brewing inside him. Restless, he took his leave of the mysterious woman and wandered about, moving with the flow of people. He tried to avoid eye contatct, especially with those smatterings of Shoanti he saw. Since arriving, Saktouk had discovered they reacted poorly to the way he showed his own Shoanti heritage. The last thing he wanted was to incite some sort of honor-feud; mother would have hated that most of all.

It was with mild surprise that the half-orc found himself in the center of a crowd. In his selfish introspection, he'd completely forgotton about the swallowtail festival. His mood lightened somewhat as he began to move between the booths, sampling the wares, though part of him kept waiting for something to happen. What, though, he couldn't say.
 

Walking Dad

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Sivan

Still a bit nervous, Sivan walks through the crowd, especially smiling at attendants who are wearing symbols of Shelyn and/or varisian blood. Then he enjoys the free meals and goes through his speech in his mind.
 

Arahmid

Gressel turns to the half-orc and nods, "Ay, that he is. If you ask me he's trying too hard to fit in. He and his brother came in from off the Storval Plateau. His brother kept to his traditions for the most part, but the sheriff tried to blend in more with us Chelaxians. Even went so far as to change his name to the Chelish equivalent." The large man points a few stalls down, "That there is his brother, Garridan Viskalai, he runs the White Deer Inn just up Church street. They haven't talked to each other in years."

The man that Gressel points to does have a remarkable likeness to Sheriff Hemlock, although he looks a bit older. The stall he runs is decorated with splendid banners and a large painted sign depicting a white deer in mid-leap.
 

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