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.
- 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.
THE GOBLIN SONG
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.