CLOSED Pathfinder: Rise of the Runelords, Burnt Offerings

[airwalkrr]

Never spent much time around Shoanti, myself, Mandraiv says while tying a splint to the broken leg of a man who escaped a burning house by jumping out the second story window, My family and I are all Varisian and I spent the better part of my life roaming the countryside with them. It was only recently that I settled here. What is your story, Kael?

OOC: For what it's worth, Mandraiv would attempt to aid Friadoc in identifying the potion, although it might soon become apparent that Mandraiv is just a tad more skilled in Spellcraft (+5).

 

[Friadoc]

"Thanks to my parents I had a more eclectic childhood," says Kael with a smile and soft laugh, since for a varisian to say that it must mean they really, really moved around a lot. "I've met my fair share of folks, be they varisian or shoanti, although I learned sling, as well as more subtle talents from my father, the power of the blood was in me, as it is in my mother."

"Recently, my parents found themselves with child again," says Kael with another grin, this one more rakish. "Obviously, winters can be cold, so I decided it was time to find my own stories, so I left the troup, my parents, sister, and the sibling to come are on the road, many miles from here, and it's now Mal and myself."

"I lost the horse for my cart a few days ago," says Kael with the first real frown you can think of seeing on his face, if you cared to look. "But, I've an idea now how that happened." With a shrug though, he adds, "So I've been in town, doing odd jobs and helping out, waiting for the festival like everyone else. Desna's luck, I'm glad I was still here to help these folk."

Mal and Kael have been watching guard over Mandraiv and those he is working on, while telling his story, and his sling is heavy with a bullet.

 

[Fenris]

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Jovik's first priority is to avoid the guards. Secondly he is headed to his home to check ont he family. If he runs into any goblins in the process, he will stop and fight though.

When he gets home he will retreive his gear, assuming the family is OK. Then he'll head out to find the party before trying to find more goblins.

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[hewligan]

Jovik's Return Home

Jovik: You make your way through the streets of Sandpoint towards your harbour backstreet home. There are, unfortunately, a few corpses that you pass en-route, and you also spy a half dozen dead goblins, generally in clusters or 2 or 3. There are guards around, generally running pointedly off in the direction of some distant screams or fire, but in truth, none seem to even cast you a second glance.

When you arrive home the house is occupied only by your oldest brother. He greets you with almost disappointed welcome in his voice. It doesn't take long to find out from him that your mother and father were both at the festival when the chaos struck. Your other brothers have gone out looking for them, and he drew the short straw of waiting at home in case they returned there. You can tell he is anxious to leave himself, and tries to persuade you that perhaps taking his place in the house while he goes out to find your parents would be the best course of action.

It is your call. You can kit up and head out to find them yourself, or you can accept your brother's offer and lie low at the house.

OOC: hint - real heroes don't stay home!

 

[hewligan]

The Healing

With Kael guarding over Mandraiv with his impressively patient hound, the pair of you set about seeking out the injured.

Just within the festival grounds area, there are two human corpses, stiff and angular with mortis. There are also several people who need attention. A young lady, who you recognise as having been attending the stall for one of the inns, appears to have broker a wrist. You prepare some bandages and a splint from the readily available material, getting Kael to cut strips of cloth and hold the arm while you bind. The girl is in shock, but manages to tell you that she broke it not from a goblin attack, but when people trampled her on their way out of the square.

As you help her you see some acolytes leave the temple, led by Father Zantus. They too are searching for injured, despite the distant sounds of conflict that still echo around the town, and kindly take the young girl into their care.

You also help calm an old man who had been knocked unconscious. He is badly bruised and shaken, but other than needing some water (which you get him), and a calming influence, he appears fine. He does, however, manage to thank you profusely while also introducing you to a half-dozen new cuss-words (spoken in regards to the goblins).

One of the most harrowing sights, however, is a dog that has been part gutted, but still lives, its hind legs padding the ground uselessly as it attempts to raise itself. Mal whines in distress, and offers the dog a gentle lick, while Kael quickly flicks his dagger across its throat, quickly putting it out of its misery. For some reason, the discomfort of the dog is more galling than the stillness of the human corpses.

There are, in addition to the injured and dead townspeople, 8 goblin corpses within the festival grounds. There is some satisfaction from knowing that 6 of those died at the hands of you and your new comrades. Clearly things could have been a lot worse this day!

OOC: Mandraiv, you can take 10 on the potion and see that it is a stinky goblin version of a healing potion (cure light wounds).

 

[Fenris]

"Sorry Cor, your straw, your job. Besides, sitting and waiting is natural for a good fisherman like you." says Jovik as he sprints up the stairs to find his hidden stash. Grabbing his armor, weapons and pack, he starts for the door. On a whim, he grabs his remaining clothes and possesions. 'Cayden and Desna have presented the opporunity and I shall not waste it' he thought. Quick as a flash he was back downstairs calling out behind him "Tell mom I'm OK" and he was back on the hunt for goblins.

He paused for a moment and thought about this rapid events that were so fresh in his mind, the battles just fought that seemed so long ago as well. It was nice to have that big shoanti around, and when he got hurt that magic stuff was way better than the foul gralic poultice mom would put on. Maybe he ought to find those guys again before finding more goblins.

 

[hewligan]

The New Heroes Reconvene

Jokad - As you ran back to the temple outbuildings, where you have been staying, to retrieve your gear, you too see the carnage in the festival grounds. It doesn't take you long to kit up and head back out, and within 10 minutes you are at the side of Kael and Mandraiv, helping then calm the few villagers that remain in this area. You see the acolytes, many of whom you know quite well from your recent stay, are slowly escorting people back to the relative safety of the new cathedral, offering them physical aid where needed.

Danth - The inn you have been staying in is mobbed with people. It almost seems as if it has become a temporary fort. As you enter a big man holding a stool above his head as if to strike you relaxes. "Not a goblin!" he states to you, as if this should come as welcome news to you. There is tension and fear amongst the people, but you also catch the start of some bravado, as people relate tales of their bravery, or the stupidity of the goblins. Amidst the tension, some laughter is starting to rise, and you feel that perhaps the worst of things are over.

You quickly prepare and head out. As you are walking through the common room a man stops you. "I saw you!" he says. "You stood up when everyone else was running. I saw you kill one of those little bastards!" Others around him silence, looking at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude. "Stay for a drink" an old man offers. "I'm buying!" he follows, as if that is a very rare thing indeed.

Then a young man, barely into his teens, joins in. "You are heading back out there, aren't you?" He asks. "You're a hero from Magnimar, right?"

There is little you can do but allow a smile to crease your face as you head back out into the town. You can hear their awed conversation follow you. You have probably become a little immune to it, but you do look rather impressive in your full combat gear.

As you jog back towards the festival grounds, you hear very little in the way of conflict. You see some people peer out of windows and the likes, but there is no sign of any live goblins (although there are some corpses). Any remaining battle sounds are distant now, and intermittent, almost indistinguishable from the steady lull of the waves.

When you return to the square, you see that the wounded have been taken care of, and that your new companions appear largely ready to roll.

OOC: Jovik - please post IC as to whether you are here, or staying at home. If you are here, please feel free to describe your relatively uneventful return.

 

[hewligan]

OOC: There will be another encounter very shortly, but please enjoy a few moments of tranquility as things start to calm down and you rejoin. You can loot-split, chat, etc., before the madness kicks off again!

 

[frostrune]

Jokad purposefully stalks across the festival square looking much more like a warrior nomad from the upland steppes.

He is grinning wolfishly as he approaches Mandraiv and Kael. "Get any more since I left?" is his only greeting.

At a shake of Kael's head he barks, "Good. I didn't miss anything then."

"So... what's next? I can still hear some screams from the south. If we hurry maybe we can bag a few more."

The Shoanti is almost ridiculously over-excited. There is a feral gleam in his eye and he is just itching for a fight. If the nasty burn on his arm is bothering him, he certainly doesn't show it.

 

[Fenris]

Young Jovik returns, cautiously crossing the square. As he spies Jokad, he hurries over to the big shoanti and gives him a nod. The young lad now carries a long rapier at his hip as well as a short bow.

He heads over to the inn and pokes his head in to look for his parents.