Littleton Pathfinder

Bardic Recap - November 17, 2012
Week 2 Recap

Greetings again, one and all! Caldor Gelvinac I am, and I’m back with news on the up and coming heroes of Sandpoint!

It would seem that not all of the assaulting goblin fiends made it out of the town after the Swallowtail Festival Fiasco. One Mrs. Barett came beseeching the heroes for help getting a goblin from her son’s closet. Her husband was trying to clear it while she came to get them. The dedicated heroes took to at once and hastened to the cottage out in the fields. They went so fast I had a hard time keeping up! When I did arrive, there was a great commotion from inside the hovel. It would seem there was indeed a goblin hiding in a closet, which had slain the family dog and the unfortunate Mr. Barett before the heroes arrived. *Marv*’s hatred for goblins shone through once again as the wretch was cut down quickly. Through the coming days, I can happih4. ly report the family is getting along well. Samhain the elf’s gift of a little bow to the boy has given him some courage against the thought of closet-goblins. Let’s just hope it doesn’t cause the lad to go seeking out trouble with his toy bow.

Whence they returned to town, the mighty group was brought to the Sheriff’s office to meet one Shalelu Andosana, an elven survivalist who has been hunting down the goblins for some time. She relayed some information regarding the 5 goblin tribes and a few notable “heroes” among the vile cretins. [Note: Must look into Big Gugmut, Koruvus, Vorka, Ripnugget, and Bruthazmus before this merry bunch of do-gooders gets to them.] They are also asked by the Sheriff to stay in town while he and his posse run to Magnimar for reinforcements, making an appearance and stepping in in his stead whilst he is away. Naturally, these wonderful heroes agree.

The following day, the quartet of goblin-death take Ser Foxglove on a boarhunt. I must confess, even I, a lowly bard with impeccable fashion sense and a debonair beyond words, even I could see this gent was an inexperienced prat who thought money could buy glory. He had to be saved in the woods by the adventurers when a rampaging boar nearly got the better of fair Laila. Through sheer determination, the beast was felled and brought back to town for a lovely meal. Hopefully the poof of a man will learn how to handle himself in the future if he EVER tries to lead a more adventursome life.

On the sixth day of the heroes’ stay in Sandpoint, who should appear but the fair Shayliss Vinder, the lovely woman who attempted to attract Marv in her father’s shoppe basement. This time, her goal was a romantic rendezvous for dinner that evening. After consulting with his recent companions, it was decided to let the father know and forget the whole ordeal. Wise choice, serrah!

Some days later, Ameiko the innkeeper went missing in the night. When the distraught serving lady brought her absence to the group’s attentions, they set off at once to follow their only lead: the location of a secret meeting between her and her brother that previous evening: The Glasswork. They investigated the building and entered, though I had trouble staying hidden so forgive my lack of details. Once inside, however, a massive cacophony reached back to me of breaking glass, battlecries and frightened screams of goblins. As if on cue, a very intimidating half-elf man, whom I later discovered to be the innkeeper’s half brother Tsuto, came up from a hidden cellar in a closet and attacked the party. Despite his impressive physique, he was put down and restrained quickly as everyone, even the animals Buho and Gryff, focused their attacks on target after target.

While the fair Ameiko was found safe and sound, her father was not as lucky, a gruesome display of goblin boredom. Nasty little loathsome beasts.

Now to you, my fair Library of Bardic Lore and Research University administrator, I must express my apologies that I shall be tardy in my return to the grounds. It would appear these bold madcaps are looking to bring some pain with steel and divine word to the goblin tribes. This could perhaps be a story of epic proportions. I shall continue informing you of these events as they happen. Until then, cheerio!

The prolific stream of verbiage and song,

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Caldor Gelvinac

Bardic Recap - November 3, 2012
Week 1 Recap

Felicitations, all! Caldor Gelvinac here with news of a new group of adventurers!

In Sandpoint, right in the midst of the Swallowtail Festival, a group of goblins sought to interrupt the festivities to inaugurate the gods’ blessings upon the new cathedral. Father Zantus tried admirably to calm the crowd, but there were four illustrious volunteers who took up arms against the green-skinned threat.

Marv, a human with grace like a cow and power of seventeen bulls, careened screaming into the fight as those around him shrieked in terror, his blade absolutely screaming a hymn of pain and death, every stanza a funeral dirge for the goblins.

Samhain, an elf with bow and blade seeking a bead from every angle, accompanied by his owl Buho, rained death from above by arrow and talon.

Vashda, a female of the gods, called upon the glory of her god to aid those around her before pulling an emblazoned starknife out and began to attack.

And finally, Laila, a stout changeling druid with her wolf, Gryff, took down their foes in a blaze of primal ferocity.

Once everyone was protected, the Heroes of the Festival valiantly ran to a faraway cry for help and found an elf there, Aldern Foxglove, a visitor from Magnimar. I did follow these warriors and their new friend, and they were rapidly invited to a boar hunt later in the week to exercise their thirst for adventure in a more, shall we say, civilized way. They sat to drink and talk, however their enjoyment was short lived.

As I reposed from a distance, this rakish bard didst see the Sheriff approach the heroes. After little time, the whole company left Messere Foxglove and hastened along to the graveyard of all places! It seemed that the remains of the late Cathedral head, Father Ezakien, had been taken! From my stance perched precariously beyond the cemetery gates, I could see no tracks, but Samhain and Gryff seemed to find some tracks leading from the crypt out of town. With no more to do on such a bleak and black night, they retired for the night at the inn.

The next morning, over reminiscing their previous day and trying to get to know these other fair folk who aided their formerlly personal endeavor to end the goblin threat, as much deliberation on what to do with any sort of reward, it appeared that Marv was accosted by a very lovely woman, adorned in scarlets and hues of blue which would attract any man’s eyes, my own included. She led him to her father’s shoppe to “clean out of rats”, though I think it was more to “flush out her ducts”. Alas, my jealousy was prepared to reach a climax, as was a certain thing of someone else’s, once her bodice came undone, but alas the whole dealing was lessened to naught when her father came down the stairs. Marv stood, entirely stunned and nearly speechless, yet managed to get himself away from the touchy situation, accompanied with a ban to ne’er return. Time will tell how this act will propagate through the town and help or hinder this group.

And finally, with the group rejoined, I spied upon an encounter most curious. It would seem the innkeeper and her father, having publicly been at odds before, exchanged a long series of words, some not too polite so I’m told. The language was beyond my comprehension, and by the look on their faces the same could be said for the heroes of the festival. Before I could guzzle my language comprehension tonic, the whole sordid ordeal was over and I was consequently treated to an excellent brew on compliments of the innkeeper.

So far, these are the notes as I have seen. More to come as these adventurers go on their path into history.

Your bardic scry in the field of the world,

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Caldor Gelvinac

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