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<blockquote data-quote="soanso" data-source="post: 6151105" data-attributes="member: 6684655"><p><strong>Swallowtail Festival Part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>I decided to temper the news regarding Mum with a proper celebration. I could not bring myself to tell Sha exactly what my late-night rendezvous gleaned; instead I treated us to a few Bloody Kobolds at Cracktooth’s. We raised a toast to new roads; it was as fitting a good-bye as I could give a sister I barely knew. My plan was to leave Sandpoint, and Shaiira, following Mum’s trail. Before I could leave, though, I needed to take in the Swallowtail Festival. My prayers to Desna were for light feet and a clear heart for the days ahead.</p><p></p><p>The festivities were set off by a round of obligatory speeches given by the Mayor, the Sherriff, and others. Watching the Swallowtails released was like having my own soul lifted upon light towards the stars- I knew then that I had a journey ahead of me, and that Desna would guide my steps.</p><p></p><p>After the butterflies were released and the new temple consecrated, there were games of chance and skill, as well as culinary offerings from local establishments. The Tian family that runs the Rusty Dragon put out a salmon dish that won my heart. Sha and I took a few quaffs of a stout dwarven spirit she’d liberated during the opening ceremony, and we happily caroused with the locals, taking defeats in many events. I noticed a few familiar faces among the participants; I was surprised when the Vudrani paused long enough during the spin-a-bout race to graciously allow us to try and catch him. We did not.</p><p></p><p>While we spent a few coppers to play the silly -and likely rigged- games of the day, I also noted that both the hot-headed dwarf that Shaiira had tailed and the tall, awkward sorcerer we’d seen at the sideways library were mingling with the Festival’s patrons. Both the Vudrani and the dwarf tried their hand at the test-of-strength. Sad to say they lost that one; but Sha and I got close enough to cheer them on- after all, levity was the course of the day…</p><p></p><p>Shrill screams and plumes of smoke shattered that moment, though, as horrible bands of chanting goblins suddenly descended on the town. As the festival crowds whipped into panic-fueled hysteria, a few of us kept wits enough to battle the little bastards. The nasty little creatures took blade to man, woman, horse, and dog. If cats weren’t smarter, I’ve no doubt they’d been part of the macabre, disorganized orgy of violence these goblins brought to Sandpoint.</p><p></p><p>I found myself slashing at a few with the dwarf and Shaiira, and the Vudrani soon waded into battle, using magic to heal a dog struck down by the hateful green goblins. He healed a few in the crowd as well. </p><p></p><p>“Stranger, do you have a name?” I yelled as I used magic to make myself fleet of foot. </p><p></p><p>“Caramour!” He yelled back as he kept a goblin at bay with his quarterstaff.</p><p></p><p>A goblin launched himself from a rooftop, deadly blade in hand- and landed in a crumpled heap. A few more smashed into the crowd wielding all sorts of bizarre and unfit weapons- wicked knives, bombs, flints and steel, unlit torches- trying to set everything and anything on fire. </p><p></p><p>The tall and tattooed sorcerer waved his hand and several goblins fell into magical slumber; as they dozed another squad arrived on scene; I noticed them descending upon a wagon, trying to set it ablaze. One seemed particularly adept at “singing”; I drew my blade for it. I tapped my reservoir to give my allies strength in battle- I belted out “Cut Them to Ribbons,” a folksong of the lumberjacks deep in the woods near Celwynvian, an inspiring lyric to steel them against capricious fey therein. Had I a fiddle, lute and drum, I’d be making coin. But squashing goblins would need to be a fair enough trade here. </p><p></p><p>The dwarf ended the goblin’s first assault, as did Sha, and again the tall arcanist put our foes under his restful thumb. I made sure to skewer the one that had the bardic touch with my rapier. The rest were subdued in time by my sudden allies. Shaiira proved competent with a blade- I didn’t doubt her, but a girl’s stories are just that; and she is proficient, to say the least.</p><p></p><p>Next followed an influx of injured and fleeing people. It seems that goblins have indeed struck several parts of the town in a coordinated attack, but our small square is safe. The Vudrani, Caramour, began to help the injured as I searched the goblins for coin and a clue as to their identity. I’d seen them at work at Junker’s Point and have seen a few markings that might be tribal or clannish. After that, I walked up to the tall arcanist and stuck out my hand.</p><p></p><p>“Sivoulette Farateldi, last of many. Your time is convenient.”</p><p></p><p>“Vohoi. Pleased that it was time to be here.” His response tells me he is Varisian, or close enough.</p><p></p><p>“It was, Vohoi, it was. Here is my sister, Shaiira.” </p><p></p><p>I noticed the dwarf, standing off a ways, awkwardly proud but alone. </p><p></p><p>“You there, Dwarf! You bring your clan honor!” (I was told by Grandy Vin that this is the proper way to greet a strange dwarf.)</p><p></p><p>Slightly puzzled, the dwarf lowered his axe and approached.</p><p></p><p>“Name’s Mundin. How many more critters are buggin’ about, d’ya think?”</p><p></p><p>Typical dwarf, all business. (Though I’ve never met but three dwarves; they were always about the moment at hand.)</p><p></p><p>“Sivoulette Farateldi, last of many- call me Siv. This is my sister, Shaiira, and the tall man there is Vohoi. Seems he’s an arcanist. Myself-“</p><p></p><p>The dwarf spit and said, “Yep, you’re a yarnspinner. Good, let’s keep close. Who’s the Good Shepherd over yon?”</p><p></p><p>I smiled, watching as Desna laid a new road. “He’s a Vudrani. Caramour, though I may be pronouncing it wrong-“</p><p></p><p>“He goes by C in the temple,” Sha interjected.</p><p></p><p>I smiled. Good, we’ve got quorum. “So, C I guess.”</p><p></p><p>The dwarf hefted his axe once more. “Get the healer, I hear more goblins.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="soanso, post: 6151105, member: 6684655"] [b]Swallowtail Festival Part 2[/b] I decided to temper the news regarding Mum with a proper celebration. I could not bring myself to tell Sha exactly what my late-night rendezvous gleaned; instead I treated us to a few Bloody Kobolds at Cracktooth’s. We raised a toast to new roads; it was as fitting a good-bye as I could give a sister I barely knew. My plan was to leave Sandpoint, and Shaiira, following Mum’s trail. Before I could leave, though, I needed to take in the Swallowtail Festival. My prayers to Desna were for light feet and a clear heart for the days ahead. The festivities were set off by a round of obligatory speeches given by the Mayor, the Sherriff, and others. Watching the Swallowtails released was like having my own soul lifted upon light towards the stars- I knew then that I had a journey ahead of me, and that Desna would guide my steps. After the butterflies were released and the new temple consecrated, there were games of chance and skill, as well as culinary offerings from local establishments. The Tian family that runs the Rusty Dragon put out a salmon dish that won my heart. Sha and I took a few quaffs of a stout dwarven spirit she’d liberated during the opening ceremony, and we happily caroused with the locals, taking defeats in many events. I noticed a few familiar faces among the participants; I was surprised when the Vudrani paused long enough during the spin-a-bout race to graciously allow us to try and catch him. We did not. While we spent a few coppers to play the silly -and likely rigged- games of the day, I also noted that both the hot-headed dwarf that Shaiira had tailed and the tall, awkward sorcerer we’d seen at the sideways library were mingling with the Festival’s patrons. Both the Vudrani and the dwarf tried their hand at the test-of-strength. Sad to say they lost that one; but Sha and I got close enough to cheer them on- after all, levity was the course of the day… Shrill screams and plumes of smoke shattered that moment, though, as horrible bands of chanting goblins suddenly descended on the town. As the festival crowds whipped into panic-fueled hysteria, a few of us kept wits enough to battle the little bastards. The nasty little creatures took blade to man, woman, horse, and dog. If cats weren’t smarter, I’ve no doubt they’d been part of the macabre, disorganized orgy of violence these goblins brought to Sandpoint. I found myself slashing at a few with the dwarf and Shaiira, and the Vudrani soon waded into battle, using magic to heal a dog struck down by the hateful green goblins. He healed a few in the crowd as well. “Stranger, do you have a name?” I yelled as I used magic to make myself fleet of foot. “Caramour!” He yelled back as he kept a goblin at bay with his quarterstaff. A goblin launched himself from a rooftop, deadly blade in hand- and landed in a crumpled heap. A few more smashed into the crowd wielding all sorts of bizarre and unfit weapons- wicked knives, bombs, flints and steel, unlit torches- trying to set everything and anything on fire. The tall and tattooed sorcerer waved his hand and several goblins fell into magical slumber; as they dozed another squad arrived on scene; I noticed them descending upon a wagon, trying to set it ablaze. One seemed particularly adept at “singing”; I drew my blade for it. I tapped my reservoir to give my allies strength in battle- I belted out “Cut Them to Ribbons,” a folksong of the lumberjacks deep in the woods near Celwynvian, an inspiring lyric to steel them against capricious fey therein. Had I a fiddle, lute and drum, I’d be making coin. But squashing goblins would need to be a fair enough trade here. The dwarf ended the goblin’s first assault, as did Sha, and again the tall arcanist put our foes under his restful thumb. I made sure to skewer the one that had the bardic touch with my rapier. The rest were subdued in time by my sudden allies. Shaiira proved competent with a blade- I didn’t doubt her, but a girl’s stories are just that; and she is proficient, to say the least. Next followed an influx of injured and fleeing people. It seems that goblins have indeed struck several parts of the town in a coordinated attack, but our small square is safe. The Vudrani, Caramour, began to help the injured as I searched the goblins for coin and a clue as to their identity. I’d seen them at work at Junker’s Point and have seen a few markings that might be tribal or clannish. After that, I walked up to the tall arcanist and stuck out my hand. “Sivoulette Farateldi, last of many. Your time is convenient.” “Vohoi. Pleased that it was time to be here.” His response tells me he is Varisian, or close enough. “It was, Vohoi, it was. Here is my sister, Shaiira.” I noticed the dwarf, standing off a ways, awkwardly proud but alone. “You there, Dwarf! You bring your clan honor!” (I was told by Grandy Vin that this is the proper way to greet a strange dwarf.) Slightly puzzled, the dwarf lowered his axe and approached. “Name’s Mundin. How many more critters are buggin’ about, d’ya think?” Typical dwarf, all business. (Though I’ve never met but three dwarves; they were always about the moment at hand.) “Sivoulette Farateldi, last of many- call me Siv. This is my sister, Shaiira, and the tall man there is Vohoi. Seems he’s an arcanist. Myself-“ The dwarf spit and said, “Yep, you’re a yarnspinner. Good, let’s keep close. Who’s the Good Shepherd over yon?” I smiled, watching as Desna laid a new road. “He’s a Vudrani. Caramour, though I may be pronouncing it wrong-“ “He goes by C in the temple,” Sha interjected. I smiled. Good, we’ve got quorum. “So, C I guess.” The dwarf hefted his axe once more. “Get the healer, I hear more goblins.” [/QUOTE]
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