The first day of the rest of my life

The boat ride from Magnimar was uneventful and we safely arrived in Sandpoint today. Coming off the boat it was obvious that the people in Sandpoint are not accustom to half-orcs as a lot of them kept staring at me with the look of concern. I found a city guard to ask for directions to the home of Wizard Serin Martin only to get the answer that they have never heard of Serin Martin. Taking out the letter I watch as the name changes from Serin Martin to my own. In the letter my teacher and mentor said that she believes that I am more suited adventuring and Sandpoint is a good place to start.

I spent the day walking the city to get the lay of the land. The city guard seemed a little concerned with my presence and on a couple of occasions it seemed as if they were following me through the streets. I made a point to stop in and sample the brew of the various taverns in Sandpoint as I walked through the streets. The local patrons seemed a little put out in Risa’s Place when I decided to drop in on their seemly private watering hole. Late morning I crossed paths with Rigel and we decided to meet up later at the Rusty Dragon for dinner and drink. The city is buzzing as the common folk seemed to be discussing the concerns about all of the strangers in town and excited about the free feast planned for the dedication of the new Cathedral. Obviously I will have to attend this extravaganza tomorrow if I have any hope to get a meal, luckily they will also be serving brew at this extravaganza event as well.

Back at the Rusty Dragon I meet up with Rigel and we enjoyed a good meal and a few brew. Tonight’s entertainer was pleasant but had the look of someone who most likely has never been anywhere outside of Sandpoint. I am not even sure if he was carrying a weapon, must be a local. Sandpoint is a long ways from the Barbarian training grounds of my youth.

First Day of Autumn
Kyras a local hunter in Sandpoint approached Rigel and me about a profitable adventure to restock the town’s meat supply. So today we enjoy the free meals and tomorrow we meet at the white deer and head out with a couple of wagons to profit off these free meals. Someone has to get paid to restock the meat. The hunting party looks to be getting pretty big, hopefully this will not dilute the profit too much.

I am thankful that a decent brew was being served throughout the day. As usual those few select members of Sandpoint just had to give their speeches to show their importance. Evidently the great Sandpoint fire burned down the Cathedral and a big chunk of the northern part of town. Speech after speech seemed focused on telling the common folk how the town leaders worked together to rebuild this great Cathedral BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Early evening the Festival of the Swallow Tails was abruptly interrupted by an evasion of GOBLINS. Screams sounded out as the crowd began to scatter. As we began to engage the first group of gobin’s a distant magic missile drop one of the gobins directly in front of me. A small group of us engaged these goblins and dispatched them only to encounter even more goblins. Greateaxe in hand I charged forward along with my fellow goblin slayers. The sorcerer charged into combat seemly without a weapon! that did not work out for him as he was quickly eating dust and dirt,Sorcerer!!! Luckily for the sorcerer the fighter Nolin charged in to save him from getting eaten. Nice move by Nolin as he bull rushed one of the goblins driving the goblin backwards. Raw sorcerer doesn’t sound very tasty at least to me. Once the next batch of goblins were killed off the cleric (whose name I did not catch) and father Z were able to get almost everyone heal up in our small band of goblin slayers. Somewhere along the way we seemed to have picked up that local story teller from the inn, at least this time he brought a weapon. We were about to head south when we heard cries from the north.

To the north we go and we found a group of goblins with a goblin chief leading them. They had just killed a dog that was protesting its well dressed owner. As they were feasting on the dog we began our attack on the goblin chiefs riding dog. It felt good to see my axe fly through the air and take the last breadth of life out of the riding dog. We finished off the rest of the vermin and were able to at least save one citizen from certain death and most like being dinner. Nolin had been severely injured so we travel back to the Cathedral to see if we can get healing for him.

As quickly as it started it seemed to end. We checked the bridges and could not find any trace that these goblins used the bridges to get into the city and they didn’t really look wet so it is a mystery how they got into the city. As we were investigating we found that the north gate was wide open and we followed a dozen or so goblin tracks to the grave yard. They had dug up and take the last cleric in charge of the Cathedral 5 years ago before it burnt down. Why would goblins want to take the body of a cleric that has been dead for 5 years. Tracking down the sheriff we found out that the gate was supposed to be locked and that the duty sheet oddly did not have anyone assign to watch the gate. This is beginning to look like someone inside the town is involved, someone who has access to the guard duty sheet.