Book 1: Burnt Offerings: Festival and Fire

[lordpiccolo]

Trei jogs over to the others. "Well done yourself. If you don't mind I'd like to accompany you while you clear the town. My name is Trei by the way."

Lesson 8, stick to a body guard. Trei smiles inwardly as he regards the knight. He would make a fairly good body guard, and certainly adequate for this situation.

[irishmagician]

As the mélange of adventurers exchange introductions, Garan's hands flash over his book's pages with a quill; weaving them all into this day's developing story. This is becoming quite an intriguing story, indeed, Garan thinks to himself. Packing his book and quill away, he pulls out his shortbow. He then listens intently and looks around to see where the nearest group of goblins are.

(Perception Check: [dice=20] + 2)[rand=76182152866857879439761618818432228273448580316287015574681415206]

[starkiller]

"Of, course. Anything I can do to help." What am I saying? Who am I that I would know how to do that?

"I'm Brother Murchadh. Lets Go."

[Ferahgo]

"Excellent, it is nice to make your acquaintance Brother Murchadh and Trei", says Edrik ,looking about for goblins.

Perception Check 15 = [dice=20]+1

Edrik spares a glance down at the priest, hunched over the dying man.

"Will he live, priest?", he asks quietly.[rand=6679987366304302804782510736954582985319942468670703835386004833]

[joviality]

Looking up at Edrik, Camlo speaks.

No, I'm afraid. He is no longer with us.

Camlo soberly rises up from the corpse of the dead man and looks around, ready to defend the town from further goblin attacks. No more, he thinks, and looks for more goblins.

Perception: [dice=20]+3

(Other damaged players were also healed by his channel energy for 3 points, if anyone was down.)[rand=577901753131300289322975557297471224323401693254726543702534399927]

[irishmagician]

"No, I'm afraid. He is no longer with us."

Garan nods sympathetically in the fallen man. I'll have to write up a eulogy before long, Garan thinks to himself. Pushing such morbid thoughts aside, his almost-face-consuming-smile springs back into existance as he turns to the gathered allies.

"Well, good sirs, let us not waste this fellow's sacrifice dawdling about here! There is much action elsewhere; I am quite eager to recor...uh...provide assistance to the guard in protection of this fair town!" He says enthusiastically, the manner in which his hand itches to pick up the quill again indicating more than eagerness.

[elgatocello]

"I agree with Garan. It's likely that, if the goblins are here, this isn't all of them."

[Juniper]

As you gather at the tables that had until a few minutes ago been groaning with food, a bloom of fire to the south catches your attention. Three or four villagers who had fled that direction, down the street at the southwest corner of the square, seem to be on their way back, and one collapses as she runs, an arrow in her back. As you approach the roadway, you can see the wagon that had held the materials for the bonfire later tonight: it has been torched.

[Ferahgo]

"Goblins!" snarls Edrik, drawing his longsword, "Let us end this menace before anymore of the townsfolk are hurt!"

Edrik then runs toward where the flames are coming from.

[lordpiccolo]

Trei follows close behind with his crossbow drawn. He is staying alert for signs of an ambush.

[joviality]

Camlo follows swiftly behind, sparing a moment to cast Expeditious Retreat (a poorly named spell) on himself. He runs toward the blazing wagon, alert for any goblin scum.

[irishmagician]

Garan bounds after the swiftly advancing allies...well, as much as a gnome can bound after someone whilst scribbling notes in a large tome.

(Garan readies an action to begin using "Inspire Courage" when the next goblin attacks the party)

[elgatocello]

Darvil uses Knowledge: Local to determine the shortest route to get to where they're going.

[dice=20] + 9[rand=86104180830457293762626134577481473999790257395267884848480235167]