13th Rova 4707
After only being in Sandpoint for a few short weeks, I seemed to have been able to make a second home here. When I first arrived here in this sleepy town I knew it was the first page of a new story. Having grown up in the rough and crowded city of Magnimar, I was surprised to find the open and welcoming nature of Sandpoint’s inhabitants. I quickly found an inn where I could sleep during my stay. Unsure of where my journey would lead me and my talents to pursue it even less so, I felt disheartened, having exhausted the entirety of my plan to become an adventurer. I found solace in the inn’s proprietor, Ameiko Kaijitsu. A boisterous spirit and lover of stories, Ameiko and I quickly established a rapport. She was interested in the stories I could tell and I confided in her many of them, including my own. She reassured me that my first move was a sound one. There are many adventurers who have their start in Sandpoint and she was sure I would be able to find a group who could use another in their party. With a fine night of exchanging stories between us, Ameiko offered me a discounted room at the Rusty Dragon.
Throughout the few weeks I have spent among the towns people, I have learned a great deal. The people love to talk and gossip among themselves, making it very easy to learn about the area and local stories about monsters and legends. Although very interesting, I’m afraid I can only take these stories at face value as I can’t verify any of their details. If I hear any credible information on a place to begin my adventures, I will make sure to act quickly.
23rd Rova 4707
It seems a hand of fate has indeed led me to this town. There is now no longer a doubt in my mind that the spirits that led me here have guided me on a journey.
Today was the Swallowtail Festival here in Sandpoint, a feast day of Desna and a grand celebration for the town. I began the day as many of the others did, listening to the opening announcements and then taking part in the festivities. I took part in an archery game, winning a pie as the grand prize, and heard a about a local legend the game was based on. I also took in some of the local arts in the form of a local performing illusionist and talking to the theatre director about his upcoming production.
The merriment was shot lived, however, as the town was laid siege by a horde of goblins! They seemed to come out of nowhere and attacked the town square by the new cathedral, just as the butterflies were going to be released. Acting quickly and being fueled by what I can only imagine was a new adventurer’s spirit, I threw myself in front of the rushing goblins to try and protect the towns people. Others from the crowd joined me to help keep the advancing goblins back.
A dashing man with a talent for wielding knives, a woman wielding a massive great sword, and a merchant girl with some talent for the arcane arts became my fellow defenders. Together we slayed several goblins and saved the local priest’s life. Hearing other sounds of chaos, we gathered our courage once more and ran to meet with more goblins causing terror.
Near the side gate, we came across a man being attacked by another small group of goblins, one of whom looked to be their leader as he was riding a muscular dog as his mount. The man also had a dog who attempted to defend his master, but was dispatched by the goblin chief. We ran to the man’s aid and defeated his would-be murderers.
After rescuing him, the man introduced himself as Aldern Foxglove, and thanked us profusely for his rescue. After insuring he was alright, my party left Aldern and went to tend to the rest of the town. By this time the rest of the goblins had been either dispatched or driven away from the town. We all agreed to separate and tend to our own needs and those of the town and meet back up at the Rusty Dragon later that evening as Aldern said he wished to reward us for our bravery. I spent the next several hours tending to the needs of the towns folk and helping any way I could.
I learned that although the attack was quick and vicious, the local militia was still able to organize themselves to strike back against the goblin threat. Many people sought refuge in their homes during the attack as the militia fought, and thus there were only a few casualties and only a handful of major injuries. The town seems shaken up about the attack, but it seems it will recover.
I returned to the inn to process the day’s events over a good meal. I met with the others there and we were greeted as heroes to the town, having our praises sung and given thanks for our brave feats. Ameiko gave us all free meals as well as a week’s stay at the inn. We introduced ourselves formally to one another after meeting. The roguish man was named Gareth, the woman with the sword Isa, and the mage was named Kieyanna. I don’t know what meeting these three means, but I can’t help but feel a story, or perhaps a legend, is about to be told before us.