Wonderblue
The Only Ocassionally Reliable RP Partner
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The town of Sandpoint is considered sleepy with nothing unorthodox about it. It resides against the coastline, tucked inside of a narrow cove and a miniature utopia from the rest of the world. You have heard about the annual Swallowtail Festival that takes place around this time of year, celebrating Desna, the Goddess of Life.
The town isn’t the most impressive place, with spread out buildings, and everything seems fairly simple. You arrive the day before or day of and end up staying at the local Inn, known as the White Deer. (Or perhaps you find other ways…)
The Festival begins on the first day of autumn as scheduled. A platform has been erected before the church, and dozens of individuals eagerly await the start of the welcoming. Travelers, locals, and even several merchant tents now crowd the square.
You find yourself among the crowd of people as Mayor Deverin, a rather dashing young human greets you with her bright smile. “Good morning, everyone!” She calls into the crowd, getting a murmur back and some more resounding reverberates back, which makes her chuckle to herself. “Today, we celebrate not only the coming of Winter, but the blessings Desna has granted all of us, the gift of life. I see a lot of old faces, and new ones, which makes me even happier. Thank you for coming to see us on this day of celebration, whether you are from the other side of the Hinterlands… or even local.” She gazes down at a stout man standing near the front of the crowd before she falsely gasped, “why, is that Larz?” The crowd seemed to shift as they tried to see this man.
The grumpy looking human’s cheeks grew warm with embarrassment as the Mayor Deverin pointed him out. “Thank you for finding the time to come see us.” She moved on, and this apparently seemed to be a joke- for quite a few people laughed.
Mayor Deverin continued, “we will be having a lunch- on the house! Or should I say, houses? We have contributions from various places, and if you like it- there’s more where that came from!” There was a cough from a rather muscular looking man from behind her, and the Mayor gave a huff of disappointment that she could not continue and finished, “I must turn it over to Sheriff Hemlock for now, thank you again for coming, and may Desna light your day!” She exited the stage, clapping her colleague on the back before going to make soft conversation with a priest.
Sheriff Hemlock appeared to be the type of man who you didn’t want to get in a fist fight with. He was clearly a seasoned warrior, for he bore quite a few scars- but didn’t carry himself in an arrogant way. “Thank you, Mayor Deverin.” He gruffly began, and cleared his throat once before getting down to business. “I’d like to remind you all that despite the festivities, we need to have common sense. We don’t want a repeat of what happened.” This seemed to really bring down some of the locals, and the Sheriff then requested a moment of silence, “for those who lost their lives in the fire of the church.” He mentioned it had been five years ago. Everyone complied, and it seemed to be eternity before the Sheriff continued. “Be safe around the bonfire tonight, and have a good day.” The Sheriff then handed the floor over to an excited looking man.
Rising to the challenge of raising the mood again, a blonde human strode up to the stage. He opened his arms with a dazzling grin, and brightly called, “did I ever tell you about the time a fairy got caught in Sheriff Hemlock’s house?” That smiled changed into something a little more mischievous. “One evening, after the Sheriff was done making his rounds, he heard a rattle from his kitchen. He brandished his blade-” The man started to act it out, and his miming was quite realistic. “And went charging in, but there was nothing there, but this giggle. He spun around trying to locate it-” The story went on with this bard acting and making a fool of himself as the crowd laughed themselves to tears. It ended up with Sheriff Hemlock having several hexes placed on him and a fear of fairies afterwards. When someone shouted out, “is it true?”
The man, Cyrdak Drokkus seemed to glance at Hemlock before replying, “you’ll have to ask him yourself. Oh!” Just before he left the stage, he added, “remember, the Harpy’s Curse is having its opening night, and cast as the Harpy Queen is none other than our lovely Lady Magnimarian diva Allishanda!” This person was evidently very popular, for the crowd lit up with “ooo”s of interest. Cyrdak finally turned over the stage to the final speaker, Father Zantus.
The priest was also a human, and he spoke in a mellow, but happy tone. “I’ll be sure to go see it, Cyrdak.” He said as he passed the bard on the way up, before he addressed the crowd. “My friends… this Festival means so much to the people of Sandpoint. It is a symbol that Desna does protect us, and the resilience of our town. We are overjoyed at the success of our new church and your unbridled support through it all. Because of this, we have this beautiful new cathedral before us, and we may return to giving blessings and healing to those who need it most. Now, enough thanking… let us get to the gift itself. The Swallowtail Festival is now underway!” Father Zantus called, and released the crowd, summoning cheers and happy cries from them.
The Festival hosts games such as tug of war, weight lifting competition, hide and seek, a sweet roll eating contest, a scavenger hunt that leads all across the town, and standard carnival games. These games are free, and their award is simply bragging rights- this being a fine prize indeed for many of the townspeople.
[ Feel free to use this opportunity to allow your character to explore the place, familiarize yourself with the other PCs, and perhaps even establish a friendship between them. ]
[ Anything in blue surrounded by parentheses or these brackets are my comments. I'll refrain from giving information concerning the main plot, but sometimes a sassy comment needs to be made. ]
[ Below is a player friendly map of the Hinterlands. Sandpoint is a tad hard to see due to coloration, but it's a small peninsula. Sandpoint has several taverns you may choose from, a Tannery and Smithy. It does not boast anything of the arcane arts like an alchemical supply shop, and magic items are rarely seen in these parts. Enjoy the festival, my soon to be doomed Players.
Sorry, autocorrect.
*My soon to be Players. ]
The town of Sandpoint is considered sleepy with nothing unorthodox about it. It resides against the coastline, tucked inside of a narrow cove and a miniature utopia from the rest of the world. You have heard about the annual Swallowtail Festival that takes place around this time of year, celebrating Desna, the Goddess of Life.
The town isn’t the most impressive place, with spread out buildings, and everything seems fairly simple. You arrive the day before or day of and end up staying at the local Inn, known as the White Deer. (Or perhaps you find other ways…)
The Festival begins on the first day of autumn as scheduled. A platform has been erected before the church, and dozens of individuals eagerly await the start of the welcoming. Travelers, locals, and even several merchant tents now crowd the square.
You find yourself among the crowd of people as Mayor Deverin, a rather dashing young human greets you with her bright smile. “Good morning, everyone!” She calls into the crowd, getting a murmur back and some more resounding reverberates back, which makes her chuckle to herself. “Today, we celebrate not only the coming of Winter, but the blessings Desna has granted all of us, the gift of life. I see a lot of old faces, and new ones, which makes me even happier. Thank you for coming to see us on this day of celebration, whether you are from the other side of the Hinterlands… or even local.” She gazes down at a stout man standing near the front of the crowd before she falsely gasped, “why, is that Larz?” The crowd seemed to shift as they tried to see this man.
The grumpy looking human’s cheeks grew warm with embarrassment as the Mayor Deverin pointed him out. “Thank you for finding the time to come see us.” She moved on, and this apparently seemed to be a joke- for quite a few people laughed.
Mayor Deverin continued, “we will be having a lunch- on the house! Or should I say, houses? We have contributions from various places, and if you like it- there’s more where that came from!” There was a cough from a rather muscular looking man from behind her, and the Mayor gave a huff of disappointment that she could not continue and finished, “I must turn it over to Sheriff Hemlock for now, thank you again for coming, and may Desna light your day!” She exited the stage, clapping her colleague on the back before going to make soft conversation with a priest.
Sheriff Hemlock appeared to be the type of man who you didn’t want to get in a fist fight with. He was clearly a seasoned warrior, for he bore quite a few scars- but didn’t carry himself in an arrogant way. “Thank you, Mayor Deverin.” He gruffly began, and cleared his throat once before getting down to business. “I’d like to remind you all that despite the festivities, we need to have common sense. We don’t want a repeat of what happened.” This seemed to really bring down some of the locals, and the Sheriff then requested a moment of silence, “for those who lost their lives in the fire of the church.” He mentioned it had been five years ago. Everyone complied, and it seemed to be eternity before the Sheriff continued. “Be safe around the bonfire tonight, and have a good day.” The Sheriff then handed the floor over to an excited looking man.
Rising to the challenge of raising the mood again, a blonde human strode up to the stage. He opened his arms with a dazzling grin, and brightly called, “did I ever tell you about the time a fairy got caught in Sheriff Hemlock’s house?” That smiled changed into something a little more mischievous. “One evening, after the Sheriff was done making his rounds, he heard a rattle from his kitchen. He brandished his blade-” The man started to act it out, and his miming was quite realistic. “And went charging in, but there was nothing there, but this giggle. He spun around trying to locate it-” The story went on with this bard acting and making a fool of himself as the crowd laughed themselves to tears. It ended up with Sheriff Hemlock having several hexes placed on him and a fear of fairies afterwards. When someone shouted out, “is it true?”
The man, Cyrdak Drokkus seemed to glance at Hemlock before replying, “you’ll have to ask him yourself. Oh!” Just before he left the stage, he added, “remember, the Harpy’s Curse is having its opening night, and cast as the Harpy Queen is none other than our lovely Lady Magnimarian diva Allishanda!” This person was evidently very popular, for the crowd lit up with “ooo”s of interest. Cyrdak finally turned over the stage to the final speaker, Father Zantus.
The priest was also a human, and he spoke in a mellow, but happy tone. “I’ll be sure to go see it, Cyrdak.” He said as he passed the bard on the way up, before he addressed the crowd. “My friends… this Festival means so much to the people of Sandpoint. It is a symbol that Desna does protect us, and the resilience of our town. We are overjoyed at the success of our new church and your unbridled support through it all. Because of this, we have this beautiful new cathedral before us, and we may return to giving blessings and healing to those who need it most. Now, enough thanking… let us get to the gift itself. The Swallowtail Festival is now underway!” Father Zantus called, and released the crowd, summoning cheers and happy cries from them.
The Festival hosts games such as tug of war, weight lifting competition, hide and seek, a sweet roll eating contest, a scavenger hunt that leads all across the town, and standard carnival games. These games are free, and their award is simply bragging rights- this being a fine prize indeed for many of the townspeople.
[ Feel free to use this opportunity to allow your character to explore the place, familiarize yourself with the other PCs, and perhaps even establish a friendship between them. ]
[ Anything in blue surrounded by parentheses or these brackets are my comments. I'll refrain from giving information concerning the main plot, but sometimes a sassy comment needs to be made. ]
[ Below is a player friendly map of the Hinterlands. Sandpoint is a tad hard to see due to coloration, but it's a small peninsula. Sandpoint has several taverns you may choose from, a Tannery and Smithy. It does not boast anything of the arcane arts like an alchemical supply shop, and magic items are rarely seen in these parts. Enjoy the festival, my soon to be doomed Players.
Sorry, autocorrect.
*My soon to be Players. ]
