Rise of the Runelords

Festival and Fire, the Aftermath; 21 Rova, AR 4713

Having despatched the last of the foul goblinoids, the young nobleman they saved introduces himself to our friends as Lord Aldern Foxglove, and, amidst profuse thanks, informs them he’s staying at the Rusty Dragon, and when they get a chance, that he’d love to talk with them more and perhaps reward them properly for saving his life.
In the aftermath of the horrific events that occurred this day most of the townsfolk headed back to their homes in a daze, unable to fully process what transpired today; some, like our friends, assist in the clean-up in an attempt to restore some semblance of normalcy to this day. As the lads assist with the clean up, they are approached by their innkeep, the lovely Ameiko, who, for their part in today’s event offers them free rooms for the next sevendays.
Shortly thereafter Sheriff Hemlock approaches them and requests their assistance in investigating something that Father Zantus brought to his attention: Someone broke into the vault serving as the ossuary for the remains of the priests and acolytes that have died while serving at Sandpoint Cathedral.
When they get there the first thing they noticed is that the ground has been well disturbed, further examination shows that there were 6 goblins and one medium humanoid. As they decide to enter the vault to investigate further, they are attacked by two skeletons – walking undead, creatures raised by foul magicks. After defeating these abominations, they enter vault and Pova uses his divine gifts to sense magickal auras. It is determined that there are a few items buried with the bones, but also a robe lying in a corner, while it does have an aura of magick about it, Pova is unable to determine what kind. A cursory examination shows that the bones of Father Ezakien Tobyn, the high priest who die during the ‘Late Unpleasantness’ are missing.
At this time our newly forged band of adventurers consult with Father Zantus and the Sheriff to determine a likely course of action, and is decided o continue anew in the morning. And so our friends go their separate ways: Stal went to introduce himself to his uncle and family and then returns to the Rusty Dragon to spend the night there. Pova’s inquisitive nature leads him to the “Fatman’s Feedbag,” the most notorious tavern in Sandpoint, believing that some sort of criminal enterprise might be behind the theft of the bones and the raising of the skeletons – but all Pova learns is that the Junktoss should be avoided after dark as the goblins raid it for supplies. Meanwhile G’leam seeks out the sage Quink, hoping to learn more about the history of the town, but the cranky old man slams the door shut after grumbling about being disturbed so late at night. This does not dissuade the woodsman and after determining that old man Quink left the door unlocked enters his domicile and begins to rifle through his papers in search of clues, but alas finds nothing of note.

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Festival and Fire; 21 Rova, AR 4713
And so our story starts...

This, then, shall be the chronicles of our heroes: Stal, scion of the House of Valdemar, sent north to learn the shipbuilding business from his cousin Belven Valdemar; G’leam, who travelled north in the hopes of delving into ancient knowledge with the assistance of the sage Brodert Quink; and Pova, Inquisitor of the Inheritor Iomedae, who seeks out injustice and evil to bring to light, wherever it would hide…

Having travelled together from Magnimar to Sandpoint our companions arrived the night before Swallowtail’s Release and attained lodgings at the Rusty Dragon and cemented their friendship over ales. The next day, after brief speeches by Mayor Deverin, Sheriff Hemlock and Father Zantus, the festivities commenced. Wandering around, observing the various games and contests – G’leam even took 3rd place in the Archery rounds – and partaking of the delicious treats, our friends whiled away the day in joy and laughter.

And then, a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, sliced through the excited crowd as the sun’s setting rays painted the western sky. A stray dog that had crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep started awake, and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushed as all heads turned toward the central podium, where a beaming Father Zantus took the stage. He cleared his throat, took a breath to speak, when suddenly a woman’s scream sliced through the air. A few moments later, another scream rose, and then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rose ­ high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sounded not quite human. The crowd parted and something low to the ground raced by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gave a pained yelp and then collapsed with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pooled around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song began, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.

GOBLINS! Dirty, filthy, little goblins! Racing through the crowds, indiscriminately slicing at people, animals – all the while shrieking their high-pitched, gleeful giggles. And here is where our heroes became just that: Heroes!
While most ran, horrified, terrified, and trying to save their own lives – our friends stood their ground, for people they did not even know. Knowing full well that they risked their own lives for the sake of strangers, with Stal and Pova nearly paying the ultimate price, they turned the tide and dispatched this foul infestation…

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