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Plucking the Black Feathers
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Discovery In Sandpoint

After a few days journey, I finally made my way to the city of Sandpoint, glad to be in time for the Swallowtail Festival. All around me, I could see the people of the city excitedly preparing for the celebration as I entered the lower part of the city. Knowing the story of Sandpoint’s cathedral from my master, I was happy to see the citizens excited to celebrate its rebirth. Finding a small inn in the lower city, I found I was tired from all of my traveling on the road & decided to take a short rest so I would be ready for the celebration.

I awoke much later to see that it was nighttime & that I overslept! I was annoyed for having slept so long, but knew the festival would continue long into the night. My annoyance, however, quickly turned to alertness as I suddenly heard the sounds of people screaming, the shouts of the city guard, and smelled smoke. Grabbing my robes & my starknife, I raced out of the inn and into the streets where I saw nothing but chaos. And not the chaos that is Desna’s delight…

I saw bright flames and the horrible sight of a building on fire. Turning towards the sounds of cries, I saw a crowd rushing down from the upper half of the city. I dodged them as best I could and stopped a city guard running past me. I asked what was wrong; he recognized my robes & told me that during the benediction of the cathedral, a horde of goblins had appeared from out of nowhere and attacked the crowd! They were also attacking the lower city but the guard had managed to hold their own against them. He then asked if I might be able to help the wounded who had come running from the upper city, most of them women and children.

I made my way among them, healing their wounds. I silently thanked Desna for no serious injuries or deaths, but felt myself grow angry at the audacity of the goblins to attack on such a sacred day! I then made my way towards the upper city to see if I could help there. When I reached it, I saw that everything had been brought under control. I healed a few wounded citizens & heard them talking about four heroes who had stopped the goblin attack. Curious, I made my way towards the church, wondering if perhaps I could talk to the cleric there…

I went into the church and asked two very frightened acolytes if I might speak to the head cleric. They ran over to a tall man with a long white beard and spoke to him, pointing in my direction. He then came over, recognized I was also one of Desna’s clerics, and introduced himself as Brother Zantus. Despite his weariness, he sat down & told me about the goblin attack during the benediction. I asked about the heroes and he seemed to brighten at their mention. He said that they had come to the city for the celebration and had managed to not only kill most of the goblins, but also the goblin warchanter leading them. There were four of them: a rogue, a sorcerer and two Shoanti – a barbarian and a druid.

I asked where I might find them; Brother Zantus told me that he, the sheriff & the mayor had asked them if they could help discover why the goblins had attacked the city that night. They been sent to Madame Mvashti, the eldest Varisian in the city for information about the goblins. He pointed me in the direction of her home & with many thanks, I made my way there. When I found her home, I arrived just in time to see the four heroes heading toward the city. There was a rogue with a long black cloak, mumbling something about losing his coins to goblins, a sorcerer who was deep in thought, a very massive Shoanti barbarian with some missing patches of chest hair, and a Shoanti druid with a large eagle sitting on his shoulder. They looked exhausted & bore signs of having been in a fight. It was then I decided to let them rest for the night & returned to my room at the inn to meditate, prepare my spells, and to seek them out the next day. I had a feeling that maybe these were the ones I was looking for…

An adventure begins
Entry from the log of Talak

What a day its been!

After a long jouney I arrived in Sandpoint. As I approched the town I was amazed by the number of people. I asked a the gards if there was something special going on or was there always this many people. I found out it was the Swallowtail festival and also the dedication of a church. I told Pip to be on his best behavior.

I somehow was able to find a room at an inn, and asked the inn keeper for direction to the herb shops and where I could grab a bite to eat. He suggested I go up to the celebration happening up at the cathedral. I don’t know if it was nerves because of all the people or a preminition of what was to come but I left the inn in full gear.

I went up and browsed the vendors booths checking out their wares. Before buying anything I decied to try some of the food. When I asked how much I owed the sever how much I owed, she told me it was on the house because of the festival. As anyone who has traveled the land like I have, you never turn away a free meal. I’m sad to say it but some of that food was better than mom’s. I went and stocked up on herbs and other neccesites.

I was on the edge of the crowd checking out a few stands that I hadn’t seen earlier when there was a sound like thunder. I turned and tried to hear what the preist, or whatever he was, was saying. While scaning the crowd I noted out of the corner of my eye a felow Shoanti, a fighter of somesort based off the greatsword he was carring. I caught movement from covered wagon that was behind me, I thought it was probably rats but just in case I sent up Pip to keep an eye out for trouble.

I sensed that Pip had something that I needed to see so I concentrated and looked through his eyes. I saw that the lower part of the city was on fire and that there were small humanoids crossing the 2 bridges into town. I told Pip to cry out as loud as he could, and the shouted GOBLIN in Shoanti to warn the fighter I had seen. He must have seen something because he took off immediately, meanwhile the cover of the wagon came off and out came 3 goblins. One came right at me, one started trying to light a torch and the third when into the crowd. I took a swing at the goblin with my sword and missed. The goblin near me attacked me with his dogslicer, luckly for me it was rusty so it didn’t do much damage. Noting that the torch wielding goblin had gotten it lit I took a step back and cast water on it. The look of confusion on the goblin’s face was priceless. Someone must have dropped some coin because the goblin nearest me took off running. In the background I heard a channting though I couldn’t pay to much attention to it. The goblin that I had drenched wasn’t at all happy about being wet and came after me. It was rather clumsy and ended up droping its sword, I had Pip divebomb it, and he was able to kill the thing. Good eagle.

The chanting was getting louder and I noticed it was coming from behind me, I turned around and noticed a goblin riding a worg flanked by 2 goblins. Looked around and it looked like I was the closest. Oh SHIT! Someone else must have been free and noticed them because the 2 goblins flaking the worg rider fell asleep. I cast entangle to try and slow/stop the worg riders progress. The worg rider looked at me, pointed at me and started to laugh. The next thing I know I’m laughing uncontrolably, I couldn’t stop. I don’t remember the next few min that well, I remember seeing the worg fall asleep, and really thought that was funny. When I finnaly regain my composure I notice the Shoanti I had noticed earlier had killed the goblin leader and was killing off the slepping worg and goblins. He looked injured and I thought about healing him but noticed a injured goblin fleeing, I sent Pip to attack it. Pips blow nearly killed it but somehow the goblin kept on running. I let him go figuring he’d die from his injuries.

The other heros and I helped out where we could for the next hour when we were asked to meet with the sherrif, mayor, and a monk that looked important. They asked if we could investigate the goblin clan that attacked the town. I asked if there was anyone in the town was familar with the area that the goblin clan lives in. We were told to go see a Madame Mvashti, who was apparently the oldest person in the town. We talked to her and found out about a secret entrence into the caves the goblins live in. We thanked her and called it a night, thankfully the inn I was staying at was spared from the flames.

And so it begins...
Entry from the log of Edhelion

Oh man, today was not my day!

So I walked in to Sandpoint for their huge Swallow Festival. I had heard that the new church had been completed, which was sure to bring a large crowd. This, obviously, is very enticing to a rouge such as myself and thus I thought I could fatten my purse as I fattened by belly (oh my gosh the food was amazing! and free!!!).

Once I got to town, I scouted about for quick exits. My mate Jethusel got caught in Korvosa last year because he was too eager to scout for exits upon arriving to the city. He ended up picking (or trying to pick) the pocket of the mayor’s son and got caught. Poor guy didn’t know where to run and ended up getting thrown in jail for several days. Lucky bastard somehow managed to not get his hand chopped off, but this made me put my priorities in order – Exits then pilfer.

Back to the story. After I found a way out of town (and several hiding places in town), I got some food (did I mention how amazing it was! and free!!!) and then headed for the church thingy. There was sure to be a lot of people about and what with all the bumping and prodding of the crowd, no one would catch me, or so I thought. My very first target turned with my hand caught in his pocket! He looked right at me, down at my hand, and back at my face. If he hadn’t been so inebriated, I’m sure he would have started shouting. Doubly unlucky for me is that a couple people looked over right as this happened, so I couldn’t just walk away. So guess what I did. No, seriously, guess what I did. I started dancing with the poor bloke! Poor bastard’s face was so priceless, I almost wish there had been a painter there. I even thought of kissing him to top off the performance, but at that point a loud CRACK rang through the air (thunderstone?). At that point everyone turned to the source of the sound, which ended up being this old guy in some fancy robes. Turns out he was the high priest of the church and the ceremony was about to begin.

After my near brush with capture, I decided I’d move to a different part of the crowd. Unfortunately, I was a bit shaken up and my confidence was down (which must have affected me later… you’ll see), so I didn’t attempt any more pilfering (which is a huge loss, as this was a pretty decent sized crowd). Anyways, after I got to a different part of the crowd, I paid attention to the program like everyone else. Near the end, though, right as the priest starts offering the prayer dedicating the massive church, I began to see movement under the “stage,” but I didn’t do anything, as I was unsure of what to do and was still pretty rattled. This proved to be a bad decision. Because shortly after that, a big eagle starts making noise, a Shoanti tribesman yells out something, and goblins start pouring out of the woodwork!

Let me tell ya, I was freaked out, but I knew I had to do something (I was one of the few people there with a weapon). I could see that some goblins to my right were trying to set some buildings on fire (which would be ironic since this festival is commemorating the rebuilding of the church that was burned down 5 years ago) and to my left I saw some goblins attacking women, children, and anything that looked like an easy target. I was sick to my stomach. I mean, I felt like I had to stop the buildings from burning, as that would be the “greater good” (though looking back on it, they are just buildings, not lives) but I couldn’t just leave the innocents to be ravaged by the dog-cutter wielding goblins. I couldn’t use my crossbow, or else I could hurt one of the townsfolk, and I wasn’t close to any of the goblins because I had hesitated earlier and stayed near the back of the crowd. In fact, if I wasn’t so nimble, I probably would have be trampled by the crowd!

I unsuccessfully fired a bolt anyway, and as I did, I noticed that the goblins were looting and picking up anything that looked nice. Just then I got an idea. As I ran to the goblins with torches, I dropped some coin on the ground to try and draw the attention of some goblins (which worked!!!), and got close to a goblin pretty quick. I attacked him and missed several times. If it weren’t because he missed too, I would have been done for. After some time, I finished him and got another one. I heard some hysterical laughing behind me, but I couldn’t tell what it was and why anyone thought this was funny. After some more misses (I told you, this just wasn’t my day). I ended up killing a goblin who was about to attack a Shoanti who was rolling on the ground laughing (why, I still don’t know).

After finishing off the stragglers, we who had fought back were asked by the town priest to meet with him later that evening at the church. Ends up they want us to go on some bloody quest to save their town by spying on the goblins. And to top it off they want us to go for free! Well, to be honest, I felt that I should do it and although I asked what it would pay, I knew I’d be doing it for free, and I was okay with that. Some thief I am! Working for free. And not just that but now I’m headed head first in to a cave full of goblins! We went and talked with this old woman about what she knew of the goblins in the area. Said something weird about them being afraid of horses, that they hated everyone and that it was surprising that they were working together. Whatever, I was just glad to be out of that creepy house. She seemed way too knowing when she passed me and looked at her deck of cards. I’m surprised I didn’t get ratted out right then and there!

So here I am back at my room. I desperately want some more food and ale (and maybe even that cute barwench from downstairs) but we’re leaving early tomorrow and I need sleep more than those other things.


Mayhem at the Swallowtail Fair
Oct 31

First off, I’d like to thank everyone for showing up. Gathering a group together has been a long and sometimes arduous process, but the final result is looking good. I hope you all enjoyed yourself as much as I did. Its been a while since I laughed that long, and it felt great.

Kudo’s to Lon for suggesting Pats Pizzeria, and to Rachel for giving me an excuse (sheesh … like I really needed one) for lugging out Scion, Pendragon & Changeling. And a reminder that the “game exchange” will continue next week as Jim and I battle it out to promote every obscure RPG we can find in our collections. Don’t forget to bring your thumb drives or lap tops next week to get in on the action.

You might also want to follow Kaleb’s suggestion and print out your character class, feats, skills and spells from the Pathfinder Core book. Laptops are great for some things, but passing them around the table to look up rules is not necessarily one of them.

So without further ado … lets take a look at the re-cap from last night’s game.

  1. Mayhem at the Swallowtail Fair
    Oct 31, 2009

Talak and Pip

Like flotsam gathered by the same current, leaves blown by the same wind or shiney’s plucked by the same thief (clearly not Edhelion) you individually found your way to the town of Sandpoint on the banks of the Varisian Gulf. As happenstance would have it, this was also on the same day when the town was celebrating its yearly Swallowtail Festival, and the re-dedication of the new Sandpoint Cathedral which replaced the old church that was burned down 5 years ago.

The days festivities began with speeches from Mayor Deverin, Sheriff Hemlock, and Brother Zantus. These welcoming words were but the beginning to a day of celebration that include the release of thousands of Swallowtail butterflies, dancing, eating contests, free food & drink from the local restaurants and merchants from as far away as Magnimar and Korvosa. As twilight came, the crowds gathered in front of the new Cathedral to hear the benediction from Brother Zantus. The prayer of thanks was rudely cut short when a large number of goblins, who appeared to come from nowhere, began attacking the citizens and attempting to burn down the city.

In the square before the Cathedral, chaos reigned, as the goblins swarmed. But what began as a rout quickly became a pitched battle when some within the crowd began to fight back.

Telrai started the festivities by skewering & pinning goblins to the walls of burning houses, while Tark discovered the new hobby of “Bloody Firefighting” as he dismembered a group of goblins, using their bodily fluids to put out the very fires they had lit. After starting out slowly and using coins as distractions, Edhelion finally remembered that the pointy end of the rapier goes through the goblin bodies, and quickly dispatched a number of the small buggers, while Talak used a combination of “Swooping Eagle Attack” and “Skimitar Lunges” to good effect.


Goblins chew and goblins bite.
Goblins cut and goblins fight.
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!

Goblins race and goblins jump.
Goblins slash and goblins bump.
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!

Chase the baby, catch the pup.
Bonk the head to shut it up.
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We be goblins! You be food!

A new wave of goblins, lead by a Warcaster astride a goblin dog threatened to turn the tide of battle against the valiant defenders. But a well timed Entangle from Bob, a couple of Sleep spells from Telrai and some delicate foot work and decapitating blows from Tark brought an end to the battle.

Everyone assisted the townsfolk as they battled the fires and a little over an hour after it began the Mayhem at the Swallowtail Festival finally came to an end. But for the Heroes of Sandpoint it was only the beginning as they gathered at the Cathedral to hear a request for help from the city.

Brother Zantus, Mayor Deverin and Sheriff Hemlock explained to the heroes that the goblin attack was unprecedented in the history of the town. Certainly, there had been attacks in the past, but never had so many goblin tribes banded together. They asked the heroes if they would be willing to check out the nearby caves of the Black Feather tribe, and see if they could discover any clues as to what brought about the attack. The party agreed, without demanding any payment. Something the town leaders are still surprised at.

Bob asked if anyone in the town was familiar with the area around the caves of the Black Feather tribe, and was told that Madame Mvashti, was not only the eldest Varisian in the city but the one with the most knowledge of the nearby lands. If anyone could help them, she could.

The heroes then made their way to the ancient and decrepit manor house where Madame Mvashti lived. Looking like a cross between Cloris Leachman and Jim’s ex, the geriatric snaggle-toothed harpy reluctantly advised the party that aside from the sea entrance to the Black Feather caves, there were 2 other secret entrances. The first entrance by a lightning split tree was trapped, while the one by the bald hill that was topped with a rock cropping that looked like a pair of horns was not. She thought the 2nd entrance was the better one to use. After consulting with a deck of Harrow cards (Tarot cards used by Varisians) she the warned Telrai about becoming too ambitious, and then sent the party on their way.

When next we meet, a new day has dawned, the party has rested, recovered their spells and is now ready to head towards the caves of the Black Feather goblin tribe.


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