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<blockquote data-quote="soanso" data-source="post: 6155050" data-attributes="member: 6684655"><p><strong>Session 2 part 1</strong></p><p></p><p>Before Mum went away, she told me stories. Everything, really. Family tales of honor and adventure, fey tales to lull me to sleep- or keep me awake with wonder; nightmare tales of giants, orcs, and ogres. She had stories of elves, dwarves, and halflings. Ancient tales of the Shoanti, their lore, history, and traditions. She told me tales of the forgotten places of Varisia, the ancient empires of the Pharaohs far away in Osirion, and of the magnificent city of Absalom. She told me stories of true love, of captivity, tales of honor, grace and beauty, of evil and wicked ways, of loss and sadness. Her voice was magic to me, and lingers with me still. </p><p> </p><p>I admit that combat is not my card-in-sleeve, but my new-found comrades are ready and able for it. PopPop always said, “If your wits be sharp, then a blade twixt you and danger.” I think he meant being strong is smart, and being smart is strong, too- at least in the case of us Farateldis. I prefer a punctuated comment over a punching fist. Shaiira, though, is as quick at Shells and Find-a-Jack as Grandy Vin was, and is true with her wicked scarf. Her time with the Sczarni is evident, and I’ve made a promise to myself to remind her that she’s Farateldi, not Sczarni. I need all the support I can get.</p><p></p><p>I digress; the firelight leads me like a moth, fluttering to the point without touching it. I have a tale to tell.</p><p></p><p>Having dispatched the goblins in the square, we quickly made our way to the new cathedral to find Sherriff Belor, and report our situation. The square seemed calm, but the goblin attack was obviously a shock for the town. Sandpoint is an idyllic place, and has crept like a kitten into my lap as the embers of the fire smolder; I want to keep her innocent and free from danger to see her again tomorrow.</p><p></p><p> We were greeted by the town’s elite and hailed for our efforts- Belor gave us a courteous nod- his eyes tell me there is much on his mind. </p><p> Ameiko Kaijitsu, owner of the Rusty Dragon Inn, graciously offered our lot room and board as a reward for our efforts against the incursion. I’ve heard she was an adventurer and is quite the singer. </p><p> Father Zantus of Desna’s Grace told us that the townsfolk have incurred minimal damage, and that he is available if we need any clerical assistance in the future.</p><p> </p><p>Mayor Kendra Deverin commended our actions and assured us the community appreciates our efforts, and also asked us to remain vigilant. </p><p> “You are the Heroes of Sandpoint! I ask you to tarry from your journeys, please- be what they may, and stay a few days to bolster the morale of Belor’s men and the town in general; it would mean the world to us if you stayed a few days to reassure Sandpoint’s citizens of their safety and well-being.” We looked around the room, and then at each other. I shrugged and smiled, hoping a courteous “Why not?” might be implied. C bowed low, Vohoi smiled and agreed that Sandpoint could use some vigor. Shaiira and Mundin were in accord. We will stay in Sandpoint a while. </p><p> </p><p>Leaving the Cathedral, all is not well- again we race to the sounds of goblin marauding. </p><p> A well-appointed man and his fancy canine were besieged by goblins, including one riding a goblin-dog. Across the street, one goblin set another on fire; I shook my head and my new-found mates rushed into combat. A goblin slayed the man’s dog. Caramour and Mundin dropped goblins like flies, yelling out numbers- I think they’ve got a side-game going. I sang of glorious deeds to assist my comrades, and the poorly armed goblins were quickly subdued. Shaiira and I focused on the rider, after Vohoi put him to sleep with magic.</p><p> </p><p>I approached the victim for assessment. I hoped his dog could be saved; C’s attention to a dog struck down by goblins in the last fight really resonated with me.</p><p> </p><p>As I approached, I noted the pedigree of his fallen companion, a well-bred hunting dog. It was dead.</p><p> </p><p>“Are you wounded, citizen?” I asked as I approached. It seemed the buggers had him in their crosshairs; but, as we have witnessed, goblins are sprack at best when left to their own designs.</p><p> </p><p>One does not walk the line if one cannot read the eyes of the other. One look at the handsome and well-dressed man told me what I needed.</p><p> “Is your hound okay?” I shouted over the gurgling death throes of the goblins in the background.</p><p> </p><p>“Hound? Oh, yes, dead as a doornail, I’m afraid,” he said. His eyes forced themselves into mine. “I can buy another. Thank you and your company for saving me! I am Aldern Foxglove, and what pleasure do I owe you?”</p><p> </p><p>A Chelish greeting. I loathe their type- two-faced and always binding their words to subtle questions hoping to catch you in a spot. Grandy Vin warned me of these types. Likely a Magnimari or Korvosan noble-type, guessing from his dress. Play the Game, Mum said. So I did. His eyes took me like a wolf does a hare in the scree. I steeled myself, though not for my safety, but for what such a man might provide us. Odd to say “Us” again, after so many months alone, and to have something behind that simple word.</p><p> </p><p>“I am Sivoulette,” I said. “Yon is my sister, Shaiira. Also Vohoi, Mundin, and Caramour. I am glad to see you standing, do you need healing?”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="soanso, post: 6155050, member: 6684655"] [b]Session 2 part 1[/b] Before Mum went away, she told me stories. Everything, really. Family tales of honor and adventure, fey tales to lull me to sleep- or keep me awake with wonder; nightmare tales of giants, orcs, and ogres. She had stories of elves, dwarves, and halflings. Ancient tales of the Shoanti, their lore, history, and traditions. She told me tales of the forgotten places of Varisia, the ancient empires of the Pharaohs far away in Osirion, and of the magnificent city of Absalom. She told me stories of true love, of captivity, tales of honor, grace and beauty, of evil and wicked ways, of loss and sadness. Her voice was magic to me, and lingers with me still. I admit that combat is not my card-in-sleeve, but my new-found comrades are ready and able for it. PopPop always said, “If your wits be sharp, then a blade twixt you and danger.” I think he meant being strong is smart, and being smart is strong, too- at least in the case of us Farateldis. I prefer a punctuated comment over a punching fist. Shaiira, though, is as quick at Shells and Find-a-Jack as Grandy Vin was, and is true with her wicked scarf. Her time with the Sczarni is evident, and I’ve made a promise to myself to remind her that she’s Farateldi, not Sczarni. I need all the support I can get. I digress; the firelight leads me like a moth, fluttering to the point without touching it. I have a tale to tell. Having dispatched the goblins in the square, we quickly made our way to the new cathedral to find Sherriff Belor, and report our situation. The square seemed calm, but the goblin attack was obviously a shock for the town. Sandpoint is an idyllic place, and has crept like a kitten into my lap as the embers of the fire smolder; I want to keep her innocent and free from danger to see her again tomorrow. We were greeted by the town’s elite and hailed for our efforts- Belor gave us a courteous nod- his eyes tell me there is much on his mind. Ameiko Kaijitsu, owner of the Rusty Dragon Inn, graciously offered our lot room and board as a reward for our efforts against the incursion. I’ve heard she was an adventurer and is quite the singer. Father Zantus of Desna’s Grace told us that the townsfolk have incurred minimal damage, and that he is available if we need any clerical assistance in the future. Mayor Kendra Deverin commended our actions and assured us the community appreciates our efforts, and also asked us to remain vigilant. “You are the Heroes of Sandpoint! I ask you to tarry from your journeys, please- be what they may, and stay a few days to bolster the morale of Belor’s men and the town in general; it would mean the world to us if you stayed a few days to reassure Sandpoint’s citizens of their safety and well-being.” We looked around the room, and then at each other. I shrugged and smiled, hoping a courteous “Why not?” might be implied. C bowed low, Vohoi smiled and agreed that Sandpoint could use some vigor. Shaiira and Mundin were in accord. We will stay in Sandpoint a while. Leaving the Cathedral, all is not well- again we race to the sounds of goblin marauding. A well-appointed man and his fancy canine were besieged by goblins, including one riding a goblin-dog. Across the street, one goblin set another on fire; I shook my head and my new-found mates rushed into combat. A goblin slayed the man’s dog. Caramour and Mundin dropped goblins like flies, yelling out numbers- I think they’ve got a side-game going. I sang of glorious deeds to assist my comrades, and the poorly armed goblins were quickly subdued. Shaiira and I focused on the rider, after Vohoi put him to sleep with magic. I approached the victim for assessment. I hoped his dog could be saved; C’s attention to a dog struck down by goblins in the last fight really resonated with me. As I approached, I noted the pedigree of his fallen companion, a well-bred hunting dog. It was dead. “Are you wounded, citizen?” I asked as I approached. It seemed the buggers had him in their crosshairs; but, as we have witnessed, goblins are sprack at best when left to their own designs. One does not walk the line if one cannot read the eyes of the other. One look at the handsome and well-dressed man told me what I needed. “Is your hound okay?” I shouted over the gurgling death throes of the goblins in the background. “Hound? Oh, yes, dead as a doornail, I’m afraid,” he said. His eyes forced themselves into mine. “I can buy another. Thank you and your company for saving me! I am Aldern Foxglove, and what pleasure do I owe you?” A Chelish greeting. I loathe their type- two-faced and always binding their words to subtle questions hoping to catch you in a spot. Grandy Vin warned me of these types. Likely a Magnimari or Korvosan noble-type, guessing from his dress. Play the Game, Mum said. So I did. His eyes took me like a wolf does a hare in the scree. I steeled myself, though not for my safety, but for what such a man might provide us. Odd to say “Us” again, after so many months alone, and to have something behind that simple word. “I am Sivoulette,” I said. “Yon is my sister, Shaiira. Also Vohoi, Mundin, and Caramour. I am glad to see you standing, do you need healing?” [/QUOTE]
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