The Rising

Moonday, Rova 2 - Fireday, Rova 6
Local Heroes

Sixteen people were killed in the goblin raid and many more were injured. Over the next few days, Father Zantus and his acolytes buried the dead and counseled the grieving. Tristan assisted with the healing and consecration, and Darren investigated the surrounding hoping in search of any more goblin activity, but he found none. The Piecewright brothers are treated as local heroes. Their names are known in every household, people buy them drinks, and women swoon at the sight of them. Aldern Foxglove even invites them to go boar hunting in the Tickwood.

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Sunday, Rova 1
Goblins in the Streets!

The Swallowtail Festival begins promptly, as scheduled, on the first day of autumn. 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 but Larz’s amusement. Sheriff 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 five years ago.

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 who 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 a thousand 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.

Finally, as the sun begins to set, Father Zantus takes the central podium, uses a thunderstone to attract everyone’s attention, and clears his throat as he prepares to recite the Prayer
of First Dreaming. But Father Zantus doesn’t get very far into his prayer before distant screams are heard. Darren and Tristan look and see smoke in the distant — part of Sandpoint is burning.

As they fight through a panicked crowd, they hear inhuman voices singing a strange and off-key song in broken common:

“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 be food!"

Goblins

Before long, the Piecewright brothers are fully engaged in a battle with three goblin warriors. Using their firearms (weapons that the people of Sandpoint have never seen before) they dispatch the goblins easily, but more keep coming. Moments later, they come upon a group of goblins who have taken control of a wagon load of bonfire fuel, which leads to another fight with five more goblins.

Goblin cathedral

Things at the festival itself have calmed somewhat. Here and there, the sounds of battle, clanging swords, calls of support by the town guard, and shrieking and singing goblins echo through the streets, but at the festival itself, most of the citizens have fled. One or two goblins remain behind to scavenge food, and many more lie dead (along with a few unfortunate citizens). Darren and Tristan search the streets, helping to get the injured to safety. Just then, a scream and a frantic barking can be heard from the north. The brothers head to the White Deer in where they find a goblin riding a goblin dog attacking a noble and his dog. The brothers get there too late to save the dog, but quickly engage the goblin and its mount in a violent battle. The dog proves to be more challenging than its rider, savagely biting Darren in the shoulder before its head is blown apart by Tristan’s pistol.

Goblin dog

The nobleman runs over to the men and profusely thanks them. He introduces himself as Aldern Foxglove.

Aldern foxglove

The battle has wound down, so the brothers go with Foxglove to the Rusty Dragon where they bandage their wounds and tend to the wounded.

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Fireday, Arodus 16 - Starday, Arodus 31
The Late Unpleasantness

The town is abuzz with preparations for the upcoming Swallowtail Festival. Kids are playing, decorations are being made, and sweethearts are getting ready to propose. Sandpoint’s resident Desnan cleric, Father Zantus, is very busy with reading the new Cathedral, which will be dedicated as part of the festival.

Darren and Tristan get to know the people of the town and are immediately treated as family by the friendly community. As veteran adventurers and hunters of the dead, both brothers spend these days investigating any rumors involving undead creatures but find nothing.

During this time, the brothers stay at the Rusty Dragon. Where they meet the exotic owner, Ameiko Kaijitsu. The rusty dragon

Ameiko

To explain the reason for the upcoming festivities, she tells the brothers the story of the Late Unpleasantness:

“When Jervis Stoot made clear his intentions to build a home on the island just north of the Old Light, locals paid him no mind. Jervis had already garnered something of a reputation for eccentricity when he began his one-man crusade to carve depictions of birds on every building in town. Stoot never made a carving without securing permission, but his incredible skill at woodcarving made it a given that, if Stoot picked your building as the site of his latest project, you seized the opportunity. “Sporting a Stoot” soon grew to be something of a bragging point, and Jervis eventually extended his gift to include ship figureheads and carriages. Those who asked or tried to pay him for his skill were rebuffed—Stoot told them, “There ain’t no birds in that wood for me t’set free,” and went on his way, often wandering the streets for days before noticing a hidden bird in a fencepost, lintel, steeple, or doorframe, which he’d then secure permission to “release” with his trusty hatchets and carving knives. Stoot’s excuse for wanting to move onto the isle seemed innocent enough—the place was a haven for local birdlife, and his claim of “Wantin’ ta be with th’ birds” seemed to make sense. So much so, in fact, that the guild of carpenters (with whom Stoot had maintained a friendly competition for several years) volunteered to build a staircase, free of charge, along the southern cliff face so
that Stoot could come and go from his new home with ease. For 15 years, Stoot lived on the island. His trips into town grew less and less frequent, making it something of an event when he chose a building to host a new Stoot.

This town was no stranger to crime, or even to murder. Once or twice a year, passions fl ared, robberies went bad, jealousy grew too much to bear, or one too many drinks were drunk, and someone would end up dead. But when the bodies began to mount five years ago, the town initially had no idea how to react. Sandpoint’s sheriff at the time was a no-nonsense man named Casp Avertin, a retired city watch offi cer from Magnimar. Yet even he was ill-prepared for the murderer who came to be known as Chopper. Over the course of one long winter month, it seemed that every day brought a new victim to light. Each was found in the same terrible state: bodies
bearing deep cuts to the neck and torso, hands and feet severed and stacked nearby, and the eyes and tongue plucked crudely from the head and missing entirely. Over the course of that terrible month, Chopper claimed 25 victims. His uncanny knack at eluding traps and pursuit quickly wore on the town guard, taking particular toll on Sherrif Avertin, who increasingly took to drinking. In any event, Sherrif Avertin himself became Chopper’s last victim, slain upon catching the
murderer in a narrow lane—known now as Chopper’s Alley—as he was mutilating his latest victim. Yet in the battle that followed, Avertin managed a telling blow against the killer. When the town
guard found both bodies several minutes later, they were able to follow the killer’s bloody trail. A trail that led straight to the stairs of Stoot’s Rock. At first, the town guard refused to believe the implications, and feared that Chopper had come to claim poor Jervis Stoot as his
26th victim. Yet what the guards found in the modest home atop the isle, and in the larger complex of rooms that had been carved into the bedrock below, left no room for doubt. Jervis Stoot and Chopper were the same, and the eyes and tongues of all 25 victims were found upon a horrific altar to a birdlike demon whose name none dared speak aloud. Stoot himself was found dead at the base of the altar, having plucked his own eyes and tongue loose in a final offering.
The guards collapsed the entrance to the chambers, burned Stoot’s house, tore down the stairs, and did their best to forget. Stoot himself was burned on the beach in a pyre, his ashes blessed and then scattered in an attempt to stave off an unholy return of his evil spirit.

As fate would have it, the people of Sandpoint would soon have a new tragedy to bear, one that almost eclipsed Chopper’s rampage. A month after the murderer was slain, a terrible fire struck Sandpoint.

The fire started in the Sandpoint Chapel and spread quickly. As the town rallied to save the church, the fire spread, consuming the North Coast Stables, the White Deer Inn, and three homes. In the end, the church burnt to the ground, leaving the town’s beloved priest Ezakien Tobyn dead.
All that remains today of the once-loved Stoot carvings are ragged scars on buildings and figureheads where owners used hatchets to remove what had become a haunting reminder of a
wolf in their fold. The homes and businesses ravaged by the fire have been reconstructed, and the Sandpoint Chapel has finally been rebuilt as well. With the consecration of this new cathedral, Sandpoint can finally put the dark times of the Late Unpleasantness in the past."

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Oathday, Arodus 15, 4707 AR
The Town of Sandpoint

Darren and Tristan Piecewright come to the town of Sandpoint on their journey north from the distant Duchy of Alkenstar. Their journey had been long, so they decide to stay for a few weeks before moving on.Sandpoint

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While the wiki is great for organizing your campaign world, it’s not the best way to chronicle your adventures. For that purpose, you need a blog!

The Adventure Log will allow you to chronologically order the happenings of your campaign. It serves as the record of what has passed. After each gaming session, come to the Adventure Log and write up what happened. In time, it will grow into a great story!

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