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« Reply #15 on: August 31, 2010, 10:08:57 AM »

"It's hard to tell.  The missing pieces and damage appear to be limited to the adornments and carvings. We will have to ask what images were destroyed."
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« Reply #16 on: August 31, 2010, 11:36:56 AM »


Unsurprisingly, as the trio approached Sandpoint they began to pass and be passed by others with the same destination. Humans, mostly, though at one point there was a pair of elves, with palid cimplexions and golden locks that mirrored the golden hodes and pale manes of their horses. They'd taken a look at her and Annie and one of them had spat contempuously at their feet while his companion had muttered something she'd understood even though she can't speak a word of her unknown father's language. Things might have gotten ugly if Argan hadn't stepped forward, his hand resting meaningfully on his very big sword; their horses suddenly skittish, thetwo elves had moved on.

The brief fracais though had attracted the attention of more travellers: a young man named Theodoros wearing over his simple clothes a tabard of white trimmed in yellow and a slouch hat pinnned up on the left side, and Alden whose silver hair and idealized features were very attention grabbing. They'd flanked them, offering greetings and concern and the unexpected trio had just as suddenly become a quintet.  And Divia had had to admit that part of her appreciated the presence of those sturdy young men around her. They reminded her of the gangs she'd run with in Absalom, of the security she'd felt with the Clan in Magnimar.

And yet, now they've arrived in Sandpoint,  Divia and Annie quietly peel away and lose themselves amidst the gathering throng at the first oportunity. They seem like good men, especially the handsome Argan -- she'd half expected a request for 'payment' for the peaches he'd shared with them the night before, but he'd been so very honourable -- but she doesn't know them or their agendas. She needs time to think, to work out who she can trust herself and Annie with.

Her stomach rumbles pointedly.
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« Reply #17 on: August 31, 2010, 11:54:37 AM »

Argan nods as he notes that Divia has slipped away.  Companions of the road don't always stay long... and whatever those two were looking for, or running from, this seemed a safe enough place for them for the moment.  He turns to the other two.

"Let's find out what time the ceremony itself begins, and then get some food inside us.  If we meet any conversational locals, maybe they can tell us about the carvings too, much as I'm sure they'll make us feel like fools for asking."
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« Reply #18 on: August 31, 2010, 03:32:48 PM »

Paiter fidgets impatiently and looks longingly towards the sounds of the festival.
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« Reply #19 on: August 31, 2010, 04:03:31 PM »

"yes, let us grab some food. i find people more talkative on a full stomach.
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« Reply #20 on: August 31, 2010, 04:08:32 PM »

Eloise can't help her gaze lingering on the newly fashioned temple. Her lips absently recite minor devotions of Shayla as images of Callistra flash across her mind.
Coming to as she narrowly avoids colliding with a food cart, she resolves to distract herself by heading towards the food stalls.
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« Reply #21 on: September 01, 2010, 10:49:53 AM »

The guard looks up at the giant, somewhat put off.

"Well... Um... Just don't cause trouble... And don't step on anyone...."

The guard turns and grabs a older child and says something quietly to her that Weox can just make out.

"Quick, run to the the cathedral and tell Sheriff Hemlock there's a giant at the docks!"

The guard looks back at Weox.

"What's your business here?"



Those in the cathedral square (everyone but Weox, Theo, Alden and Argan) see the head priest, a kindly and youngish looking human dressed in raiments of Desna is helping some acolytes position a huge wicker box. A child runs up to a large man wearing a axe on his back and dressed in armor similar to the guards, although better constructed and slightly more ornate, standing near the stage with a lithe woman dressed very fashionably, if a bit scantily by local standards. He nods at the child and sends her running over to an immaculately groomed man with a falchion on his belt, an intricately worked an ornamented repeating crossbow on his back, and light armor decorated with symbols of Abadar. The crossbowman nods, looks apologetically at the well dressed man he was talking with who gives him an affectionate pat on the shoulder before making a shooing gesture with his handkerchief.

The crossbowman, the presumed sheriff, and the woman he was with head from the square.



Alden, Theo, and Argan are warmly met, until they ask about the carvings. It takes most of the trip to the square for them to find an ancient Varissian woman sitting out of the way, casting Harrowings on the table set up in front of her. She's accompanied by several athletic Varissian men and a tattooed Varissian woman. The old woman smiles warmly at them and then turns sad upon the question. Her escorts bristle at the question until she shushes them, hesitates for a moment, shrugs, and then relates the tale.

Five years ago, a local artist named Jervis Stoot (who carved birds wherever he saw them trapped in the wood) was discovered to be a serial killer responsible for 25 brutal murders in as many days.

After he was discovered and dealt with, the town's temple burned down, killing the priest of Desna and his adoptive angel-blooded daughter.

(This would be the recent unpleasantness referred to.)
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« Reply #22 on: September 01, 2010, 12:16:58 PM »

Teo replies:

"Thank you, good lady." Placing a silver on the table he asks: "Will you cast my fortune?"

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"Who are you that you would want that?"

"I am a student brother of the House of Vigilance in Augustana. An augurer of our house received a strong, but vague, warning of evil growing in Varisia. They sent me to investigate. The more I can learn, the better."

"They sent a student brother?"

"I was the one they could spare. 'Too many wars, too few knights,' as we say."
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« Reply #23 on: September 01, 2010, 03:45:07 PM »

alden stands quietly listening to companion until he loses himself in thought of his home village.
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« Reply #24 on: September 01, 2010, 08:35:19 PM »

Argan also stays quiet.  If the lady really had some special insights, it might be best not to request her close attention.
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« Reply #25 on: September 01, 2010, 09:43:49 PM »

The old woman's escorts glower and Theo, the men stepping forward and the woman reaching into one of the many pouches hanging from her belt. The old woman holds her hand up and they pause as she squints at Theo giving him the gimlet eye for what seems like forever.

"Hmph... Since the death of Aroden... no prophecy can be trusted... the cards do not speak unerringly to me anymore... do you still want Madame Mvashti to read the harrow for you?"

At Teo's assent Niska Mvashti shrugs, shoos the brightly colored lizard on her arm off to the corner of the table and begins to shuffle the brightly painted cards.

"So young master Teodoros Magos... What is it you seek?"

Taken off guard, Teo remembers Iomedae's fourth act and stands his ground, stating the he seeks the destruction of evil.

"A noble goal... so you wish to know the nature of the blight upon this land. Very well... pick your role."

With that she deals nine cards onto the table in a three card square. Teo hesitating for a moment as he feels powerful forces swirling around the simple cards selects the card in the lower left. When he flips it over, he sees horrible field, surrounded by flames, eating tormented souls.

"The Fiend, it seems the card agree with your auger. The fiend represents either a great calamity, salvation from said calamity, or that some terrible monster is to be found hereabouts. Maybe more then one of those."

She takes the cards and shuffles them, carefully repeating ancient words before dealing nine cards out in the same pattern. She flips the cards over and peers at the before flipping some back over, muttering something about them not being relevant.

"The Avalanche, misaligned in thepresent. Some disaster will soon be averted, but not without cost and consequence... The Carnival in the present, illusions, false dreams...  arcane power... an auspicious portent for you Toedoros. The Tyrant in the past, The Crows in the present, and the Demon's Lantern in the future... all true matches.

The Tyrant is a ruler who was a blight upon the land, likely representing Thassilon or it's foul rulers the Runelords.
The Crows are loss. Murder, theft... the violent taking of something loved.
Lastly, the Demon's Lantern. Tricks, traps, sleight of hand and sleight of mind. An intractable situation with no good solution."

As Madam Mvashti finishes her reading, Teo feels as though, something has settled over him like a mantle.

"So have spoken the cards young man, may the stars watch over you."

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« Reply #26 on: September 01, 2010, 11:08:48 PM »

Haldar and Víđrökkr amble on through the town, the youth gazing around at the strangely furnished buildings, carrying on a one-sided conversation in Ulfen with the ebon wolf as he gazes around at the buildings of unfamiliar design.

"See, brother?" he asks, "Every place we go is different. Some have buildings of wood and thatch and others brick and tiles.  He pauses a few moments, seemingly listening to an answer from the silent wolf.

"Yes, I do think it's odd that all of these buildings have bits and pieces taken out of them.  Perhaps they suffered an attack and haven't fully repaired them yet."

As they wander closer to the cathedral square the pair come across a man receiving a telling from an old Varisian woman.  Haldar suddenly shivers as he overhears the last few lines of the reading, coming to an abrupt stop, Víđrökkr glancing up at him worriedly.  The Ulfen warrior studies the man receiving the reading and his companions, not knowing why.  Suddenly he shakes his head as if awakening and steps up, leaving Víđrökkr to settle on his haunches a few paces back.  He places a silver coin on the table beside the cards still arrayed in their previous foretelling.

"Wise one," he pleads in accented Common, "I beg you, read for me. I must know what the portents say.  Why was I drawn to this place?"

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« Reply #27 on: September 02, 2010, 05:13:10 AM »

Having maintained an air of amused interest throughout, Argan grins at Teo at the end.

"The destruction of evil... I'm impressed, Teodorus.  It seems that events of consequence are in your future, and that you may be an interesting man to travel with for awhile yet."
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« Reply #28 on: September 02, 2010, 06:02:29 AM »

Meanwhile back at the docks Paiter is understandably a little nervous...

Paiter swallows.

Weoxgyld visibly bristles and there is a whiff of ozone, then as quick as lightning the tension vanishes from him. He speaks in calm measured tone.
“It would be a grave insult indeed for a guest to cause trouble in the home of his host. Likewise a host does not insult his guests.
As to my business, I am not a trader. My purpose is to represent my people at the solemn sanctification of your great temple.”

Paiter: “what my employer means is that his ways are strange to you but he gives you his word” looking nervously back and forth a nodding

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« Reply #29 on: September 02, 2010, 11:23:31 AM »

"So have spoken the cards young man, may the stars watch over you."

"Thank you, good lady, and may the shield of Iomedae protect you."

Turning to Argan he says: "While a student at the house, I once read of a distant land where 'May you live in interesting times' is a curse. As it is, that part where there may be no good solution has me worried. Although I bear the woman no ill-will, I hope she is wrong on that point."

"I miust think, Argan. Will you walk with me to the cathedral?"
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