ProgressPaladin
The square before the church quickly becomes crowded as locals and travelers arrive, and several merchant tents featuring food, clothes, local crafts, and souvenirs are there to meet them.

The turnout for the opening speeches is quite respectable, and the four keynote speakers each deliver short but well-received welcomes to the festival. Mayor Deverin's friendly attitude and excitement prove contagious as she welcomes visitors to town and jokes about how even Larz Rovanky, the local tanner (and notorious workaholic) managed to tear himself away from the tannery to attend, much to everyone's amusement (except Larz's). SheriffBelor Hemlock brings the crowd down a bit with his dour mood, his reminder to be safe around the evening's bonfire, and his request for a moment of silence to remember those who lost their lives in the fire that claimed the town's previous church several years ago. The next speaker is scheduled to be local nobleman Lonjiku Kaijitsu, but a sudden illness has prevented him from attending the ceremony (this isn't something that surprises the locals, given Lonjiku's well-known dislike of frivolity and festivals). Sandpoint's own showman Cyrdak Drokkus is more than up to the challenge ofbringing the crowd's mood back up with his rousing anecdotes. He delivers a not-completely-irreverent recap ofthe long process the town went through to finance and construct the new cathedral. He throws in a bit of self-promotion at the end, as is his wont, inviting everyone to stop by the Sandpoint Theater the following evening to check out his new production of "The Harpy's Curse", revealing that the lead role of Avis era the harpy queen will be played by none other than the famous Magnimarian diva Allishanda! Finally, Father Zantus steps up to give a short speech thanking everyone for coming before declaring the Swallowtail Festival underway.

Numerous games and contests take place during the day, including sack races, games of hide-and-seek, weight-lifting challenges, balance beam contests, tug-of-war events, and the like.

At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child whom she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon's cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna - a furious storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them.

Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint's taverns. Each brings its best dishes - curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead from Rusty Dragon, lobster chowder from Hagfish, peppercorn venison from White Deer, as well as various other stuff.

 
 Spoiler 
What is everyone doing? Is anyone going to meet a specific person? Where are your weapons and armor?
 
ngilop
Drakaina arrived in town 2 days ago with the trade caravan. Nobody really took notice until he met with Mayor Deverin. Rumors got started but were quickly dismissed as it turned out the newcomer was just a relative of some sort. Drakaina has managed to somehow be on good terms with just about everybody he has met so far. A friendly smile and a reassuring presence puts most at ease around him, his looks don't hurt.

Having no idea the swallowtail festival was even a thing, Drakaina cannot help but smile a big smile. Fate must be smiling on him to arrive at a perfect time. Staying at one of the local inns who's name escapes him at the time, but the words "peppercorn venison got his attention and so to the White Deer he goes
Naysmith
Variel arrives in town with a caravan and assisted with the caravan's setup as a roustabout before returning to his guard duty / paralegal hybrid job, then collects his pay when the caravan was properly set up. With his job done, he approaches the local constabulary to inform the Sheriff of a new warrior in town. Not as challenge but so the local law would not be caught unaware.

  I hate surprises  , he notes to himself.   So I'd hope for the same treatment.  

He has but a few questions, "  Hello, Sheriff. I'm a warrior most recently from Magnimar, here on business that corresponds to your Swallowtail Festival. I wish to inquire what the local laws are regarding armaments, especially the carrying and display thereof. To ensure clarity and relevance of any laws cited, I was recently employed in part as a guardsman to a caravan. Alternatively, where may I find a copy of local laws pursuant to this inquiry?  "
 
 Spoiler: OOC 

His pay in the first paragraph is fluff for his starting wealth. Where my weapons/etc. are depends on what his answer is, but if it's lawful, then I'll have them in a ceremonial position.
 

During the speeches, Variel pays close attention to the Sheriff's words before realizing he already knows fire safety, then to  Cyrdak Drokkus.    Interesting to learn about their community. I'll make note of the way things are done here so that I don't give offense.   Variel may be a bit blunt and stiff, but he knows it and knows enough to not make things worse for himself. He would be mostly silent when he could be.

A quiet and contemplative warrior. That seemed best to him.
Shiro_Nogard
The sword was swung with fluid, connected, harmonious movements. For many it was just a short piece of metal. For those with unmatched dedication it became an ancestral weapon. For him it was his companion. For this reason new movements were added to the kata. With a sigh he stops his training. He has things to do in the city. Find out about this festival. Not before taking the time to wrap his sword in a cloth and tie it up.

The progress of the beginning of the festival was very linear. The appointment of someone from his homeland excited him, but his lack of such frivolity brought a crooked smile to his face.

To finish the dinner was paid for. There was not much variety but it was not something that was very detached from the festivals of his country of origin.
ProgressPaladin
The sherif turns around, looking you up and down.  “Well, there are no town laws regarding the use of weapons, but someone traipsing through the town carrying a veritable armory may raise the suspicion of some citizens. That said, it is a dangerous world we live in, and weapons may be necessary. 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
There are no laws regarding weaponry, and it is fine to carry them on your person.
 
Naysmith
Variel nods. "  Thank you, Sheriff. That's about what I expected, but I like to make sure.  "

Until the festival, Variel contents himself with waiting and acquainting himself with the town to better understand the local customs. The one game Variel truly participates in is the balance beam.
( (1d20+5)[ 15 ]  Acrobatics; I don't see a dice thread)

Afterwards, Variel watches the children chasing the butterflies. "  Ah, to be a child again,  " he whispers.
ProgressPaladin
A few people try to compete on the balance beam with you.
 (1d20)[ 18 ] 
A few people manage to beat you in a remarkable showing if acrobatics.
Minstrel Wyrm
Having quite enjoyed the festivities so far, Jacanthus Mhere had finally allowed hunger to lead him to the tables where the local taverns had set up shop. Remembering his childhood here in Sandpoint had been rather helpful in choosing between the offerings. No way he'd come near the lobster chowder! The peppercorn venison smelled good, admittedly, but ... no. Maybe later, but for now, the curry-spiced salmon won. The  Rusty Dragon  had never disappointed, and over the years at the Twilight Academy he had started to  miss the culinary delights the tavern keeper, Ameiko Kaijitsu, always cooked up.

When he had been close to finishing his meal, though, a former neighbour's boy had recognized him, to Jacanthus' surprise. After all, the kid had been what, maybe five years old when he had left for Galduria to study the Arcane Arts? Now he was almost eleven, lanky, and so full of curiosity that he'd relentlessly begun to pelt the young mage with questions over questions ... which got even worse when a few of the kid's friends joined in. In pure self-defense, Jac (as the boy remembered him from years ago) had offered to tell them a story, if they would just let him eat up first.

From the looks of his dish, the gamble had mostly paid off. The few leftovers have mostly dried by now, and the little gaggle of kids crowded around Jac has been listening for some time now.  "... But the Rabbit Prince looked sceptically at the two halves of the stolen cake. 'No, I'm sorry, those are still not equally large,' he said mournfully. The two heads of the giant glared at him impatiently. 'Enough! I want to eat now!' one of them declared. 'No,  I  want to eat now!' the other growled. Then both shouted: 'We want our cake now!'" 

Jac coughs to clear his throat. He has been gallantly working on give each character his own voice, but two giant voices shouting at once just was too much. He covers it with a quick drink from his mug, then continues:  "The Rabbit Prince shook his head, his ears flapping around again. 'You can, of course, but one of you will have less cake than the other! Who of you shall take the smaller half?' At that, the two heads turned their glares at each other, and both arms began to reach for their clubs again. 'Don't bash your ... heads in, now! I promised you to solve  your problem, and I will!' 
 The two heads reluctantly stopped their attempts to stare each other down, but they still watched each other suspiciously. The Rabbit Prince, meanwhile, began to nibble again at first one, than the other half of the cake. 'Just let me ...  *munch*  ... like this and ...  *munch*  ... There you go.  Now  they are equally large.' 
 "But when the two-headed giant began to reach for the halves of the cake it had stolen from the old widow, the Rabbit Prince, once again, made his dreaded 'Hmmm ...' The two-headed giant winced and looked up from the cake. 'Are they?' the Rabbit Prince wondered aloud. ..." 
 
 Spoiler: Out of Character 

   Perform (Oratory)   for telling a story: 
  (1d20+7)[ 22 ]  
 Weapons and Equipment: 

Jacanthus has brought his Bonded Staff with him, wizards being wizards (and arcanists, too), and as he uses his dagger mostly as a tool, he hasn't discarded it either. But he has of course left his backpack and its contents at home.
 
ProgressPaladin
The kids are standing rapt at attention, laughing when appropriate, but just happy to be payed attention to by Jacanthus. As your story ends, you still have a few hours before sundown to play games, engage in competitions, and play various games. When sundown hits, the cathedral will be formally sanctified by Father Zantus, and the festival in Sandpoint will formally end.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Does anyone have anything to do before sundown?
 
Naysmith
After congratulating the few who did better at balancing than himself (and taking occasional snacks from the feast-like area of the event), Variel stands in silent attention, watching the proceedings.   They know how to throw a party  . It was far better than anything back in his nameless hometown. The event is joyous enough he barely remembers his past, why he always carries his weapons when he may. For the first time in years, his weapons are simply light weights on his back.

Variel considers further involvement, but isn't the party type. For now, he resolves to go with the flow. Though if asked, he might entertain with a demonstration about how he uses his not-well-known-to-humans branched spear -- if and only if he has the space around him to do so safely.
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Weapons are present and can be drawn at need.
 
ngilop
As Drakaina enjoys his meal he thinks about his luck. Having no idea the swallowtail festival was even a thing, Drakaina cannot help but smile a big smile. Fate must be smiling on him to arrive at a perfect time. He does notice some have weapons with them and thinks it is indeed a bit odd, while simultaneously a good idea and how foolish he has been to leave his weapon at the room he was staying in.

He shrugs   no use in worrying now, its too far away if something should happen anyways   He watches the people of Sandpoint as they partake of the various activities and food for the festival and the upcoming blessing on the church.
Minstrel Wyrm
 "Off you go then, kids! You've got butterflies to catch!"  Jacanthus says with a grin after finishing his story and taking a playful bow to his young audience. Then he takes his dish and mug back to the  Rusty Dragon 's festival stall, with a thank-you and a compliment for the delicious cooking, and wanders off into the festival crowd.

The young mage doesn't join in one of the games he's seen so far, but he's content to watch them anyway. Occasionally he greets Sandpointers he knows from years ago, talking a while to catch up on events and to reconnect.  Apart from that, Jacanthus just continues to enjoy the festive atmosphere and  keeps an eye out for his fellow travelers from the merchant caravan, for at least a wave of greeting and maybe a chat, some company, or an offer of helpful pointers to parts of the festival they might enjoy ...



 
 Spoiler: Out of Character 

In other words, no special plans before sundown!
 
Shiro_Nogard
Delicious, but he thought the food from his homeland was better. A part of him wondered if he was feeling homesick. Shrugging, he rationalized that there was nothing he could do about it.
The food at the festivals he had attended was more takeout. Having to sit down to eat a full meal felt unfestive.
 "Good evening. Excuse me, is there going to be a party or something tonight?"  He asked the young man next to him.
Naysmith
While waiting for the evening, Variel considers the Sheriff's warning about fire safety, and remembers his hometown burning at the giants' hands.   Never again  , he resolves.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
I hope you weren't waiting for me to outright state in OOC that Variel is waiting for evening; I meant for the IC thing to specify that.
 
ProgressPaladin
When Zan asks the person next to him if there will be a party afterwards, they say  “Not one scheduled. I believe everyone is mostly here for the consecration. Though maybe someone will start one?” 

As the festival rages on, the games, fun, and just overall happiness continue. Everyone is talking to everyone else, and a few people recognize Jacanthus! As the sun gets lower in the sky, the Festival settles down. Finally, the sun begins to set, and everyone migrates back over to the stage. to get everyone settled down, Father Zantus throws a Thunderstone 15 feet behind him, silencing everyone.. until a screen rises from part of the crowd.

As more screams rise, you start hearing high pitched giggles that don’t exactly seem human. As the crowd parts a small figure starts running, and you hear a dog yelp as it falls to the ground, throat cut ear to ear. As the dog’s blood pools around it, you all hear a song sung by shrill, scratchy voices. Only Variel understands it, as it’s being sung in Goblin. It goes like this:

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 are food!

Three of the little buggers that came in charge at you, closing to a reasonable distance. Two of them getting on the tables, one coming at you from the ground.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
The combat in this adventure will be run in the theater of the mind. There will be three ranges, Engaged, or at most a 5 ft step away, Close, in range for PBS, Sneak Attack, and Close Range Spells, and you can close to engaged with a move, and Far, in range for medium and long range spells, most ranged weapons. You can generally close to close range with a move, double move or run. We are starting this encounter at close range with two, and one at engaged ranged. Roll for initiative. Jacanthus can roll a knowledge local.
 
Minstrel Wyrm
     
 Spoiler: Jacanthus' Stats 
   Jacanthus Mere  

Human arcanist (blood arcanist, vestige bloodline) 1
N G  Medium humanoid (human)
 Init  +1;  Senses  Perception +2

 DEFENSE 
 AC  11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+0 armor, +1 Dex)
 hp  6 / 6
 Fort  +0,  Ref  +1,  Will  +3

 OFFENSE 
 Speed  30 ft.
 Melee  bonded staff +2 (1d6+1), dagger +1 (1d4+1 / 19-20)
 Ranged  dagger +1 (1d4+1 / 19-20, 10 ft.)
 Special Attacks  arcane reservoir  (4 / 4 points) , consume spells  (2 / 2 per day) , bonded object  (staff; 1 / 1 per day, cast any known spell, at +1 to save DC) , bloodline arcana  (divination spells grant spell level as insight bonus to next  appraise ,  craft , or  knowledge  roll within 24 hours) 
 Arcanist Spells Prepared  (CL 1st; concentration +4)
 1st (3 / 3 per day)  burning disarm   (DC 14) ,  mage armour ,  unseen servant 
0 (at will) dancing lights ,  detect magic ,  prestidigitation ,  read magic  
 STATISTICS 
 Str  12,  Dex  13,  Con  10,  Int  17,  Wis  13,  Cha  14
 Base Atk  +0;  CMB  +1;  CMD  12
 Feats  Orator  (use  Linguistics  for  Diplomacy ,  Bluff ,  Intimidate ) 
 Skills  Appraise +3, Perception +2, Sense Motive +1, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +1
 Languages  Taldane (Common), Shoanti, Varisian, Thassilonian, Dwarven, Jotun (Giant)
 Combat Gear  n/a;  Other Gear  bonded staff (mwk quarterstaff), dagger, spell component pouch
 Carried Wealth  6 gold coins, 9 silver coins, 8 copper coins 
 
 
  
 
  


As the first scream erupts, Jacanthus had just settled in to watch the consecration, standing among the other people and leaning lightly on his staff. He looks around, just in time to see the dog collapse, and his expression of surprise turns to horror, then to anger.   No! Who would even ...   Upon hearing the scratchy voices and seeing the unmistakable shape of goblin heads, it becomes clear who has murdered the poor beast.

  "Goblins afoot! Watch the kids and pets!"   Jacanthus' shout of warning rings out. Whirling to face the running goblins, the Half-Shoanti then starts to utter the words to a spell ...



 
 Spoiler: Out of Character 

   Initiative   roll: 
  (1d20+1)[ 9 ]  

I'll shout that warning, then cast  Mage Armour  on myself.


   Knowledge (Local)   roll: 
  (1d20+7)[ 25 ]  

What do I know? (Should the skill roll fail, just stress the "I" in that question.  😉 )
 
Naysmith
Variel grits his teeth and moves to the center of the fray, pulling out his branched spear. "  No! Not another village! Get behind me!  " he snarls.

Then in the center, he braces his spear, facing the goblins, ready for a charge.

&lt;Goblin&gt; "  Face me now, wicked ones! The afterlife has your names written on it!  "

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 (1d20+5)[ 6 ]  for Local on Goblins

Usual combat stats:
AC 18, 14 flat. HP 12
+5 to hit for 1d8+3, but branched spear gives me +2 on AOOs and brace gives me +1d8+3 vs a charge
Roughly, this means I'll attack the first one to charge at 1d20+5 for 2d8+6, and the next two get AOOed at 1d20+7 for 1d8+3
 
Shiro_Nogard
He was already used to the noise when the weather changed. Turning his head he heard shrill voices.  'What? Goblins?'  Seeing the scene annoyed him.  "No manners."  He pulled out the cloth sheath that contained his weapon and brandished it.  "Go inside the houses and close the door!!" 
 
 Spoiler: OOC: 

 (1d20+4)[ 9 ]  Initiative.
Wakizashi +5 (1d6+0) 19-20x2 S/P
FRW: 3/4/2
AC 17, 13 flat, 14 touch. HP 9/9
Spells 1 (2/2)
 
ngilop
 "Goblins!!!"  Drakaina says as he spits out the food he was eating... he looks around frantically  "Quick.. somebody hand me a weapon or knife!" 
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Initiative:  (1d20+2)[ 8 ] 
If he is able to get a weapon he will move to the goblins, but the time delay for not having a weapon on him would prevent any attacks.
 
ProgressPaladin
The first table goblin one scrambles on the table, Brings up their Shortbow, and fires at the armored elf, missing Variel as the armor deflects the shot.
The goblin that’s in base to base contact with all of draws his sword, and slices the short blade at Jacanthus, easily hitting him for 4 damage, sinking the blade into his gut.
The Last goblin also brings up their Shortbow and looses an arrow, this time at Draikana. Not even hitting the Marshals armor, the goblin drops the Shortbow, draws their Dogslicer

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
You guy’s actions. Please explain what you will do with your standard, move, and swift action.
 
Minstrel Wyrm
     
 Spoiler: Jacanthus' Stats 
   Jacanthus Mere  

Human arcanist (blood arcanist, vestige bloodline) 1
N G  Medium humanoid (human)
 Init  +1;  Senses  Perception +2

 DEFENSE 
 AC  11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+0 armor, +1 Dex)
 hp  2 / 6
 Fort  +0,  Ref  +1,  Will  +3

 OFFENSE 
 Speed  30 ft.
 Melee  bonded staff +2 (1d6+1), dagger +1 (1d4+1 / 19-20)
 Ranged  dagger +1 (1d4+1 / 19-20, 10 ft.)
 Special Attacks  arcane reservoir  (4 / 4 points) , consume spells  (2 / 2 per day) , bonded object  (staff; 1 / 1 per day, cast any known spell, at +1 to save DC) , bloodline arcana  (divination spells grant spell level as insight bonus to next  appraise ,  craft , or  knowledge  roll within 24 hours) 
 Arcanist Spells Prepared  (CL 1st; concentration +4)
 1st (3 / 3 per day)  burning disarm   (DC 14) ,  mage armour ,  unseen servant 
0 (at will) dancing lights ,  detect magic ,  prestidigitation ,  read magic  
 STATISTICS 
 Str  12,  Dex  13,  Con  10,  Int  17,  Wis  13,  Cha  14
 Base Atk  +0;  CMB  +1;  CMD  12
 Feats  Orator  (use  Linguistics  for  Diplomacy ,  Bluff ,  Intimidate ) 
 Skills  Appraise +3, Perception +2, Sense Motive +1, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +1
 Languages  Taldane (Common), Shoanti, Varisian, Thassilonian, Dwarven, Jotun (Giant)
 Combat Gear  n/a;  Other Gear  bonded staff (mwk quarterstaff), dagger, spell component pouch
 Carried Wealth  6 gold coins, 9 silver coins, 8 copper coins 
 
 
  
 
  


Before Jacanthus' could even start to cast his spell, the goblin's blade had drawn blood. Hissing with pain, the mage retreats a few careful steps from his attacker, his rune-marked staff ready for defense.

Now out of the goblin's reach, Jacanthus clenches his staff-holding arm against the wound and  makes a complicated-looking gesture with his free hand.

   "ξ ɂ Ֆ ͽ  ɂ ƣ ξ ƾ ƣ"   
The arcane words are rough, but firm, and a hazy blue glimmer settles on him for a moment before fading away.



 
 Spoiler: Out of Character 

As the goblin attacked me at Init 17 and my Init is 9, I hadn't yet started to cast the spell when he hit me. So no Concentration check is required for my spellcasting, right?

Then my actions are as follows:
 
  Swift (?) Action:   The call of warning (  "Goblins afoot! Watch the kids and pets!"  ) described in my earlier post ( Post #16 )

  Move (?) Action:   A 5-Foot Step back from the goblin (to avoid Attacks of Opportunity)

  Standard Action:   Cast  Mage Armour  on myself 
     
 Spoiler: Resulting Changes to Jacanthus' Stats 

  AC  11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+0 armor, +1 Dex)
  Mage Armour   15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +1 Dex) 
 Arcanist Spells Prepared 
 1st (2 / 3 per day) [...]  
 
 
 
  
 
Shiro_Nogard
The arrow hit, but was deflected. good thing he got used to wearing armor.  "Che!!"  That didn't mean he had to like it, tough. "You dare to hit this one? " He made his way to the goblin and attacked, one hand glowing and the other going for his head.


 
 Spoiler: OOC: 

Swift: Spell point on sword (+1)
Move: Move towards goblin.
Standard: Spell combat (touch of fatigue)
 (1d20+3)[ 9 ]  Attack touch* (touch of fatigue FORT 12 DC)
 (1d20+4)[ 19 ]  Attack Wakizashi
 (1d6+1)[ 4 ]  Damage
Wakizashi +5 (1d6+1*) 19-20x2 S/P (*+1 from Spell point (6/6 rounds))
FRW: 3/4/2
AC 17, 13 flat, 14 touch. HP 9/9
Spells 1 (2/2)
Spell points (2/3)

Touch of fatigue: -2 Str&amp;dex, target cant run or charge.
 
Naysmith
Variel considers the arrow scratching against his armor and realizes,   I let my plans take too long!   But the archers could wait. Tactics dictate finishing off the goblin who was in range of the magic-users. He darts around the fray as fast as his armor allows him, getting behind the goblin being counter-attacked by the sword wizard. He steadies his aim, and takes a measured attack.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Actions:
Move: Move around to get a flank.
Free: As part of movement with +1 BAB or higher, Draw Weapon.
Standard: Attack

[roll0] to hit while flanking for [roll1]
 
ngilop
Drakaina, who has managed to get a knife from a random table, makes his way to the nearest goblin and does a wide swing hoping to make contact with the goblin. As he does so, he makes sure to look around and keep aware of any other possible goblins in the area other than the three seen.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Move: Move towards the closest goblin to engage in melee
Standard: Attack that goblin: (1d20+3)[ 8 ]  damage: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] 
 
ProgressPaladin
As the goblin that shot at him lowers his bow, Zan Hiru charges his foe, enchanting his blade as he approaches the enemy. Sheathing his hand in magic, he misses the Touch of Fatigue, but his slice with the Wakizashi strikes true. Sinking into the Goblin, he staggers, but is still up.

Almost immediately afterwards, Jacanthus stumbles back and recites the incantation, a sheath of force appears around him for a second, and then fades to invisible, hopefully protecting him from the goblin’s attacks. Handing his blade to Drakaina, the marshal takes it and slices at the goblin engaged with Jacanthus, missing and the creature ducks.

Variel manages to get tactical positioning, flanking with Drakaina, and thrusts his spear, not quite mortally wounding the Goblin, but dropping him out of the fight.

The goblin engaged with Variel and Drakaina takes a five foot step backward, trying to some how stumble out off the fight.

After Zan scores a hit on him, the goblin with a bow drops said bow, draws his sword, and stabs at Zan, scoring a minor blow, scratching his chest but not quite hitting where he planned.

The goblin that hasn’t had any attention shoots an arrow at Jacanthus, hitting him n despite the enchantments, and scoring a knockdown blow against the Arcanist, staggering him. The goblin then runs, retreating to long range.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
The goblin Zan attacked is still up, Jacanthus got his spell up, Drakaina missed his attack, and the goblin Variel struck is at zero Hp and staggered. Zan takes one damage, and Jacanthus takes 2, knocking him down to zero and staggering him.
 
ngilop
Drakaina grimmaces and grunts out  Not used to fighting such stunted creatures... i need to aim lower.  This time he just jabs the knife downward at what would normally be a gut stab, putting extra force behind the blow. He quickly scans the area again and sees Jacanthus staggering, knowing the man must be injured and it is best to hurry to his aid.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Standard: Attack Goblin:  (1d20+2)[ 11 ]  (+2 for flanking) damage(power attack):  (1d4+4)[ 8 ] 
Move: regardless of an AoO from goblin, Darkaian is going to move to cover Jacanthus, or at least provide another target for the archer goblin
 
Shiro_Nogard
Goblins. These little things cause a lot of trouble in groups. They can't be left alive.
 
"You are courting death."  I tried a quick movement with my left hand and with a reverse grip I tried to cut the goblin with my right hand. Having the other guy behind is a great help.


 
 Spoiler: OOC: 
Standard: Spell combat (touch of fatigue)
 (1d20+3)[ 22 ]  Attack touch* (touch of fatigue FORT 12 DC)
 (1d20+4)[ 10 ]  Attack Wakizashi
 (1d6+1)[ 2 ]  Damage
Wakizashi +5 (1d6+1*) 18-20x2 S/P (*+1 from Spell point (5/6 rounds))
FRW: 3/4/2
AC 17, 13 flat, 14 touch. HP 8/9
Spells 1 (2/2)
Spell points (2/3)

Touch of fatigue: -2 Str&amp;dex, target cant run or charge.
 
Naysmith
Variel notes the assailant running away. "  See to your survival  ," he calls to the presumed-warrior who's badly injured. Then he races to get around to cut off the retreating archer. He'd rather use his bow, but this fight calls for spear dancing.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
Run action for 80 feet movement to get behind the goblin, getting into close range so anything but withdraw/5-foot will involve my threatened space. Hopefully with the goblin closer to the fray than myself. I figure if the goblin started 20 feet away and moved 30, then even if it moves 30 more, that'll bring me in range.
 
Minstrel Wyrm
     
 Spoiler: Jacanthus' Stats 
   Jacanthus Mere  

Human arcanist (blood arcanist, vestige bloodline) 1
N G  Medium humanoid (human)
 Init  +1;  Senses  Perception +2

 DEFENSE 
 AC  11, touch 11, flat-footed 10 (+0 armor, +1 Dex)
  Mage Armour  15, touch 11, flat-footed 14 (+4 armor, +1 Dex)  hp  0 / 6
 Fort  +0,  Ref  +1,  Will  +3
 Conditions 
  Staggered  
 OFFENSE 
 Speed  30 ft.
 Melee  bonded staff +2 (1d6+1), dagger +1 (1d4+1 / 19-20)
 Ranged  dagger +1 (1d4+1 / 19-20, 10 ft.)
 Special Attacks  arcane reservoir  (4 / 4 points) , consume spells  (2 / 2 per day) , bonded object  (staff; 1 / 1 per day, cast any known spell, at +1 to save DC) , bloodline arcana  (divination spells grant spell level as insight bonus to next  appraise ,  craft , or  knowledge  roll within 24 hours) 
 Arcanist Spells Prepared  (CL 1st; concentration +4)
 1st (2 / 3 per day)  burning disarm   (DC 14) ,  mage armour ,  unseen servant 
0 (at will) dancing lights ,  detect magic ,  prestidigitation ,  read magic  
 STATISTICS 
 Str  12,  Dex  13,  Con  10,  Int  17,  Wis  13,  Cha  14
 Base Atk  +0;  CMB  +1;  CMD  12
 Feats  Orator  (use  Linguistics  for  Diplomacy ,  Bluff ,  Intimidate ) 
 Skills  Appraise +3, Perception +2, Sense Motive +1, Spellcraft +7, Stealth +1
 Languages  Taldane (Common), Shoanti, Varisian, Thassilonian, Dwarven, Jotun (Giant)
 Combat Gear  n/a;  Other Gear  bonded staff (mwk quarterstaff), dagger, spell component pouch
 Carried Wealth  6 gold coins, 9 silver coins, 8 copper coins 
 
 
 
  


Jacanthus curses between clenched teeth when the goblin arrow finds it's mark in his flesh. He nods at Variel's suggestion and, seeing Drakaina close in to offer him cover, gratefully moves to meet the merchants' son. Standing back to back with Drakaina, the young arcanist takes a look around to see how the general situation on the sidelines of their goblin battle is, and especially towards the stage where Father Zantus was when the fighting started.   Hope the good Father is all right ...  
 
 Spoiler: Out of Character 

My actions this round:
 
  Move Action:   Move to stand back to back with Drakaina

  Standard Action:   none

  Free/Swift Action:   Look around 
 
ProgressPaladin
As the Magus charges his foe, putting out his hand to weaken his enemy, Zan misses his slice with the Wazikashi.

Jacanthus runs behind the Marshal, taking cover behind Drakaina. The aforementioned Marshal slices with his improvised knife, missing his target as the staggered goblin dodges. Moving to cover the Arcanist, he provokes from the goblin, who misses his strike with the dog slicer.

Variel dashes forward, running in front of the running goblin, interposing himself between the goblin and escape, putting his spear in front of him.

The goblin engaged with Zan again tries to slip his dog slicer beneath his guard, and again Zan dodges the dog slicer.

The goblin engaged with Variel takes a five foot step back, draws his bow back, and fires, not even hitting Variel.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
All goblins miss, only Zan’s Touch of Fatigue hits.
 
ngilop
Drakaina squints his eye to gauge the distance to the goblin and then throws his knife hoping to hit true. His more important goal over inuring the goblin is making sure he shields his ally from danger and provide a better target, successfully connect his throw will be just a bonus.

 
 Spoiler: OOC 

Standard: Throw knife at goblin:  (1d20+2)[ 17 ]  Damage:  (1d4+2)[ 3 ] 
 
Naysmith
Variel glowers at the goblin archer, then steps forward, bringing his spear in a strike half-dancing and half-enraged. This intruder must be  dealt with .
 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 (1d20+5)[ 25 ]  to hit for  (1d8+3)[ 10 ]  damage.
 