PF: Feast of the Ravenmoor Team B IC (Benson)

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Azeron smiles and bows as Shel does. "I was my pleasure." After seeing the gathering of the wood he asks her "What is going on over there?"

[Springjack]

Frederick pointed to Azeron and relayed a message. "It's done. Debriefing later." The words were no louder than a soft whisper, but the paladin could hear them as clearly as if the summoner was standing right next to him. Garren and the rest of the team were informed immediately after, using the same means. He did catch the antics of his comrades and couldn't help but have a small chuckle to himself.

Once that business was concluded, Frederick rose to his feet and scratched Pinto on the head. Now then Pinto, I should like for us to enjoy the festival for a bit. Come along now. The eidolon happily obliged. The hustle and bustle in the festival center caught Frederick's attention and he headed on over to where the wood was being piled up. No doubt a bonfire of some sort.

"Well this looks interesting. What do we have here?" Frederick asked the townsfolk, waving at the tinder.

Spoiler: OOC

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Using Message cantrip on Azeron, Garren and Melodrin

[Benson]

@Azeron

"Oh the Dreamer's leap? Looks like they are'a gettin' ready for that there yonder," Shel answered with a smile. "Itsa puri-faycation ritual, villagers take turns leapin' over the flames. It is quite a sight ta see." She giggled.
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@Frederick

"Gonna have us a biiiiiig ol bonniefire...a whole lot of us is gonna be jumping through the flames in'na test of courage and as an ol pureefication ritual." One of the townfolks answered with a smile as he walked and talked while carrying a big pile of woof.

[Athaleon]

Slow and steady wins the race. No use trying to out-pace his partner, Garren surmised. Instead he tried to stay in sync with Obie, like the lad had suggested.

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At +9 Acrobatics, Garren auto-succeeds his checks to move at normal speed. As for Obie:

(1d20+2)[8]
(1d20+2)[3]
(1d20+2)[17]
(1d20+2)[17]
(1d20+2)[18]

[Smileybastard]

@Azeron

"Oh the Dreamer's leap? Looks like they are'a gettin' ready for that there yonder," Shel answered with a smile. "Itsa puri-faycation ritual, villagers take turns leapin' over the flames. It is quite a sight ta see." She giggled.

Azeron

"I see, well I should take that in, I suppose."

[Springjack]

Frederick rolled up his sleeves. "Here, let me help with the wood collection. I insist. he added with a broad smile, silencing any protestations of "oh but you're guests" before they began. A bit of manual labor was good for the heart.

[Benson]

@Garren

"Hip hip hoorah!" The small crowd hooted and hollered when Obie and Garren found themselves at the finish line. It was a close race, a pair with two teen boys were contenders and would have won if it weren't for a stumble towards the end when they tried to double their speed. At the end of the course, Obie would have grinned wildly and tumbled forward bringing Garren down with him, he was exhausted but happy.

The matronly woman in charge of the race untied their legs and helped the boys up. "Congrats on the win boys." She smiled and then rummaged in a large satchel. Other folks gathered around and congratulated the pair and gave hearty back pats.

"Good race," The two teen boys said to Garren and Obie, the other three pairs gave their congrats as well, though of course there was that one pair that looked a little butt hurt to lose.

"You just won braggin' rights and.." She pulled out some wooden pendants and put them over Garren's and Obie's necks. The pendants were in the image of stylized ravens.

"That was fun, thank ya fer bein mah partner," The boy Obie grinned at Garren, the simple lad was just all smiles right now with winning the race.
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@Azeron

"Oooh! Let's go!" Shel giggled and grabbed Azeron's wrist and gaily dragged him on over.
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@Frederick

And so Freddy forced his way to help, there were some grateful nods since his actions meant they could get on to the next step sooner!

@Everyone

A few minutes later the wood pile was alit as a large bonfire crackled into life. The fire was ten feet in diameter with 3-foot-high flames. Soon after, almost half the townsfolk began to gather around the bonfire and started to yell out hoots and hollers and cheers. Words like Dream Tender, The Slumberer, and Dormant Dreamer were tossed about while many young men and women with proud grins on their faces began to run and leap through the flames trying to show off.

A fiddler appeared and began to play some medium tempo music to accompany the little ritual going on before them. There was foot stomping, folks of various ages were permitted to participate, young and old with some folks on stand-by if someone got a little too crispy.

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Azeron smiles as helets Shel drag him to the fire. "Have you ever participated in the dreamers leap?"

Spoiler: Crunch

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Knowledge(Religion) (1d20+4)[12] to see if this or the terms he hears are related to anything religious

[Springjack]

Frederick stood near the blazing fire, drink in hand, merrily mingling with the townsfolk. Garren and Melodrin were around somewhere else and the summoner decided to give the lovebirds Azeron and Shel some space. Pinto was...being Pinto, delighting and confusing the good folk of Ravenmoor with whatever current antics were in control of his brain at the moment.

Whenever a brave and reckless soul stepped up to test his/her mettle in the little trial by fire, Frederick would raise his glass and boom out encouragement to bolster their spirits. The secret to not getting singed was a resolute will; just like in battle, the briefest moment of hesitation could completely derail precious momentum. Of course, grace and nimble feet were equally advantageous.

The large man breathed in the smoky air with gusto. "Ah, nothing like the smell of an open fire. Warms the body and spirit, eh lads?" Frederick clinked beer mugs with fellow onlookers. "Cheers then!"

[Athaleon]

Garren rejoined the others at the fire after returning the grins and back pats with sincerity, and drank and hollered with the rest at the bonfire. With Pinto's snooping apparently finished, for better or for worse, he decided he could relax.

[Benson]

From what Azeron is able to understand, these are likely older titles given to the Songsphere..Desna.

"I have before, tis quite excitin, the flames are said ta be blessed by the Dream Tender," Shel giggled as the two joined the crowd and played witness to folks jumping through the flames. Merriment all around, huzzahs and cheers mostly lead by the hearty Frederick. "Why don't ya give it a try and receive the goddess' blessin?" The blonde lass giggled again as one fellow leapt through the flames catching his sleeve with a small flame though it was quickly put out with help. Huzzahs!

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"Hear hear!" One farmer raised his cup of wine and grinned at Frederick's words, followed by other menfolk around. Huzzahs! Huzzahs!

"Say stranger, do ya think yerself worthy of The Slumberer?" One townie drunkenly nudged Frederick. *hic*

<Optional Jumping through dur fire Check....DC 12 Acrobatics, running start allowed>

Over yonder at the raven fights, things were coming to close, the birds were being put away as villagers quickly began to erect a low fence of timbers around the central competition green.

[Springjack]

Frederick wasn't exactly a graceful ballerina, but the festive atmosphere, combined with the cold and slightly inebriating brew fired up his manly spirit. After a moment of grave pondering, he smiled broadly, reflecting glints of yellow and orange off of his exemplary chompers. "Oh hells. I am no halfling acrobat, but worthy or not, I should still like to test my mettle.

The broad man peeled off his armor and handed one of the farmers his cup. Here. Be a good lad and keep this safe with you?"

Oh boy! I want to try too! Pinto popped out of nowhere and before anyone could get their bearings, the little alien launched himself into the air and flew clear across the bonfire (and then some). He landed on the other side, safe and sound with a giant smile plastered on his face.

Frederick boomed with laughter. "Hahahaha, you little showoff, how am I supposed to compete with that? The summoner took a running start and leapt into the flames. It was a fair jump...but too short, unfortunately; ol' Freddy wasn't nearly as nimble as his pet. He landed with a heavy thud right in the middle of the bonfire, snapping charred wood and spraying sparks high into the air.

After a couple seconds of hushed tension, Frederick burst out of the fire like a bat out of hell, grimacing in pain from the burning heat, but as soon as he was out of the fire, that unassailable grin of his appeared again. A few burns weren't going to stifle his spirits, though he'd probably feel it in the morning. Frederick shook himself violently, sending more ashes dancing through the sky, while villagers started hitting him with blankets and such. "I should stick to just drinking then eh? Haha!"

[Athaleon]

Garren took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together in anticipation before attempting the jump himself.

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Garren will spend one use of Archaeologist's Luck to help him auto-pass the DC12 Acrobatics check. You can't trust those dice, I'm telling you.

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

"Why not?" Azeron heads towards the fire.

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Azeron moves near the fire and carefully removes his armor and weapons. He then smiles at Shel, saying "Wish me luck" and taking a run leaps over the fire.

Spoiler: Crunch

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Acrobatics (1d20)[2]

[Benson]

Garren flew on through with an impressive agile-ness, he would barely feel the heat as crowds whooped and cheered.

One elderly townie approached Garren and patted him on the back and whooped whilst guzzling down some wine. "Hoooweeee...that there done was some swanky moving-ments...I reckon ya be a top choice in the greased pig catchin' contest!" He wheezingly chuckled.

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Frederick and Azeron on the other hand, even with a good luck thrown Azeron's way by Shel would find themselves getting *licked unpleasantly by the flames. Though of course folks were quick to put out their flames. Folks cheered and laughed, some declaring that the two were clearly blessed by the flames.

Shel rushed over to Azeron with an amused expression after the flames were patted away. "You alright there Mistah Azeron?"
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"Not surprised ya didn't go up in flames with the booze in yer system," The drunken townie from before widely grinned at Frederick and patted him heartily on the back. "Cheers fer ya stranga'!" He raised his mug and guzzled down that wine.

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Azeron laughs. "Of course my dear, all is well. I guess jumping over fire is just not my forte."

[Springjack]

Frederick donned his chain shirt again (he felt naked without it on), gritting his teeth as the metal scraped over exposed burns, though that passed quickly. Even the flames of the Abyss would not keep the mercenary veteran down for long.

A new mug was procured, more wine was poured, new toasts were orated and the festivities carried on. Freddy congratulated Garren on his successful jump, and commiserated a bit with Azeron on their less than graceful results.

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Now, even though Frederick was having a good time of it all, he was careful not to get too caught up in the festivities and especially in the drink. Though his cup was never empty, the large man was disciplined enough to monitor his alcoholic consumption. After all, underneath all the fun and games, there was still a mission to complete and the group still needed to discuss Pinto's findings later on.

"Every man needs a vice to consume", Frederick's old captain used to say, "but never let it turn the tables and consume you". Wise words indeed.

[Athaleon]

Garren brushed himself off after the jump and hollered as loudly as any of the townsfolk when they cheered. He pulled out the raven medallion he'd just won, and called to the crowd "Looks like this lucky charm's working already! What's next?" He high-fived, hand-shook and back-patted his way through the crowd to secure himself another mug of... well, better make this one water. No telling how long the festival would go on for, after all.

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Azeron whispers a brief prayer almost silently and his burns vanish.

[Benson]

Over yonder at the green where the fence was finished being erected, a crowd gathered over there while our three and a Pinto enjoyed the festivities near the bonfire.
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Shel girlishly giggled at Azeron's little moment of humor. "Well maybe ya oughta think of it as ya was blessed by the flames heheh."

"Unless that vice that a beautiful woman! Hyuk hyuk!" One of the drunk townies laughed heartily and lazily winked, joining in with Frederick in his mirth.

Just as Garren asked aloud to no one in particular about 'what was next' and made his way to snag himself a drink, there was a loud scream coming from the where the greased pig catching contest was to be held. It pierced the air and was audible for the four, not to mention a gaggle of townies quickly rushing away from that area..

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Shel girlishly giggled at Azeron's little moment of humor. "Well maybe ya oughta think of it as ya was blessed by the flames heheh."

Azeron smiles. "I find everything in life, good or bad, is a blessing, in the sense we can learn from it."

[Athaleon]

Just as Garren asked aloud to no one in particular about 'what was next' and made his way to snag himself a drink, there was a loud scream coming from the where the greased pig catching contest was to be held. It pierced the air and was audible for the four, not to mention a gaggle of townies quickly rushing away from that area..

"What the hell?" Garren sprang to his feet and rushed towards the scream, pushing his way past townies running in the opposite direction.

[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Hearing the scream, Azeron runs towards it through the fleeing townspeople.

[Springjack]

The scream startled Frederick out of his revelry, adrenaline overriding the slightly pleasant buzz he had been working to cultivate. "What in the Hells indeed!" He wondered for a second if this was a situation worth retrieving the longspear for, then thought against it. No need to jump to conclusions and if it was something that necessitated some tender punches to the face, Frederick had his trusty cestus for that.

"Pinto, on point." Frederick quickly followed behind Azeron and Garren while the eidolon scooted ahead of the others. Pinto weaved through the crowd as he scouted to see what the fuss was about.

[Benson]

When you arrive there at the greased pig contest green, you find three townies on the ground having had fallen backwards onto their bums, backs against the three foot fence. Less then fifteen feet in front of them was the pig...sorta.

What could have been presumed to been a normalish pig was now some sort of mutated twisted monstrosity. An additional pair of legs seemed to have sprouted from its body and its eyes now turned pitch black with no visible whites, while a number of flytrap like jaws sprouted from its back. One of these jaws is large enough to snap and bite at foes. It turns to the close villagers and lets out a horrific shriek that sounds disturbingly like a crying baby rather than a pig as it takes on a horrific stance. The three villagers themselves found themselves feeling sick.

<Will Save DC 10 to not become Sickened for 1 Round. It is a supernatural effect.>

Spoiler: Piggy

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[Smileybastard]

Azeron

Azeron draws his great sword and charges towards the monstrosity.

Spoiler: Crunch

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Will Save (1d20+7)[10]
Not an actual charge attack.
Power attack

Attack (1d20+8)[14] (-2 if he fails the save)
Damage (2d6+10)[13] (-2 if he fails the save)

[Athaleon]

Garren cursed as he realized he'd left most of his weapons behind. He still had his dagger, which he drew at the same time as he began to cast a spell. "Greased pig contest, huh?" he muttered as he cast a Grease spell under the creature's feet, careful not to catch Azeron in the effect.

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Move action to draw dagger, standard to cast Grease, Reflex DC 14

[Springjack]

"Hey, look at the strange piggy-bllluuurgh!" Pinto's excited commentary was cut short as the strange porcine creature's disgusting mannerisms caused the poor eidolon to gag involuntarily.

Frederick also felt an uncomfortable knot threatening to form in his stomach at the sight of the grotesque beast, but he gritted his teeth and the wave of nausea disappeared. It would take more than that to get this salty dog to lose his lunch!

"Pinto, flank position on Azeron." Frederick pulled out his shield wand and raised it high, creating a protective layer of force around himself.

"Aye aye! *urp*" Pinto gave himself a violent shake and pushed down the sick feeling as best he could. He darted around the mutant pig towards its backside, carefully trying to avoid any sudden attacks from it.

Spoiler: Actions

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Poor Pinto is sickened (-2 attack, damage, saves, skills and ability checks)
Frederick retrieves wand of Shield (spring load sheathe swift action) and casts it on himself (+4 AC 1 min)

[Springjack]

Spoiler: actions cont.

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(1d20+13)[22] Pinto's Acrobatics to avoid AoO. Half speed move (20 ft)