As Avys hears the intimidation from Bruvir, he will awkwardly shuffle closer towards them, he doesn't want to get on this individuals bad side after this display but can see that they have good intentions. Still holding his boomerang and now empty tea cup in his other hand "Yes, what this one said... let's not continue this farce."
Kasha begins dancing as Feliara begins strumming the lyre, completely carefree and enjoying the fight.
"Oh hells, yeah, I LOVE this song!"she admits.
Here's the WIS save: 2
The bald men with the strange head tattoos begin to get up begrudgingly. Yagra has a look on her face that the fun was interrupted and she's not pleased, even though she was losing.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”
Mid-fray, Sylivar begins tapping along and dodging to the sound of Feliara's lyre. After socking someone directly in the cheek, he raises the mug of Beholder's Brew and hoists it in her direction, taking a drought. At the sound of screaming, he swivels around. Syl's eyes widen, giving a surprised glance to the strange-tasting liquid he had been consuming. "Shit, this might be stronger than I thought."
"Open up!"Kasha barked at Syl. "Time for fighting!" She pried open your mouth so another mug of Beholder's Brew down your gullet. Not much made it in, but it's the thought that counts. She then tossed the mug over her shoulder and it hit the ground with a loud TOONK! She rolled her shoulders and bounced on the balls of her feet like she was a boxer waiting to hear the bell.
With a satisfied expression on his face, Bruvir watched as the fight abruptly ended with his threat. That ought to help with Durnan,he thought to himself happily as he began to turn around towards the bar to find the man. No sooner had he started turn around did hear the tavern react fearfully to something he could not see. Using his hammer to push himself to the front of the crowd, he grumbled, "What in Annam's name are you all reacting to?" When he caught sight of the troll and winged creatures emerging from the tavern's pit, he growled, spit and adjusted his helm, ready to rumble.
Jumping from her chair, Feliara landed on her feet and turned around to face the fight. It was obvious that she didn't want to fight, but with a bit of luck she could stay in the back insulting people and their respective mothers. She stumbled a bit before she leaned against a table and readied her lyre.
"Come on guys, show those ugly bastards what we're made of!"
Initiative:10
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Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager-- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier-- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner--Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Taking a few steps back Avys delicately places the tea cup on the ground and slides it into a corner. Avys pull out his gemmed jewelers hammer and makes a somewhat nervous gulp, "Oh a Troll... not a fan, not a fan at all. Let's take care of this quickly please." He nods at Feliara as she aims to rally the group, his face serious as ever he begins to make calculations in his head, keeping his head on a swivel to prevent potential crossfire.
"I expect more witty, derogatory remarks, Feliara!" Sylivar calls, before being rapidly shut up by a deluge of booze. He coughs and splutters, staggering away and seemingly tripping over the tankard Kasha flung behind. He flails outwards with his Quarterstaff and a fist, attempting to right his balance, in the midst of it catching each stirge. An untrained eye would believe it to be sheer accident, but his regular grin and charming wink remain affixed to his entirely alert face in sharp contrast to his swaying body.
PONK!!!Your first quarterstaff attack hits the half elven druid square in the forehead, causing her face to change into something like a comical stun. She planks up and falls over backwards, knocked out. Your second attack hits, killing Stirge2!
Avys facepalms after he sees Kasha goes down, feeling embarrassed to have witness the accidental knock she took. He takes a few steps as he lines up his shot, his hammer begins to glow again from the central gem as he fires away at Stirge1 casting fire bolt Attack: 19 Damage: 10
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Feliara laughs softly before playing a few more notes. With those, a few spectral arrows appeared floating on top of her shoulders pointing towards Stirge3. Before unleashing her attack, she turned slighlty to the side to face Sylviar and pointed at him with her index finger.
"Keep punching or whatever you do then! And save your mouth for drinking"
She laughed again before turning back to her original position. Now, ready to unleash her magic again, she proceeded to cast vicious mockery (4) again towards the enemy. Swift like the wind and sharp as ice, her words flew in the shape of arrows towards Stirge3.
"Your mother is so fat, they had to make her chastity belt out of chainmail! Furthermore, your father was the only man with a tool small enough to work the links!"
Horace bears on the, what he believes is, the largest target out of you all and attacks Bruvir, but it's very weak from blood loss! Claw Attack: 22 Damage: 13
Naumick tosses the tankard aside, moving back to the table and picking up his crossbow. Dropping to a knee, he exhales slowly while letting a bolt fly at Horace.
Attack: 6 Damage: 10 + sneaky, sneak stuff 1
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Sylivar felt the crack of his quarterstaff connect with something unintended. He swivels around to see Kasha on the ground. His mouth hangs slightly agape as his eyes dart between his staff, the troll, and his injured friend in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. The whimsical expression on his face momentarily solidifies enough for him to call out, "One of you! Get her up!" Torn between attempting to check on Kasha's wounds himself and beating up the troll, Sylivar hesitates before dashing forward and leaping into the air, bringing his quarterstaff directly to the neck of a creature and kicking one of the needle-like creatures deeper into the thing's chest with a knee.
As Avys hears the intimidation from Bruvir, he will awkwardly shuffle closer towards them, he doesn't want to get on this individuals bad side after this display but can see that they have good intentions. Still holding his boomerang and now empty tea cup in his other hand "Yes, what this one said... let's not continue this farce."
Kasha begins dancing as Feliara begins strumming the lyre, completely carefree and enjoying the fight.
"Oh hells, yeah, I LOVE this song!" she admits.
Here's the WIS save: 2
The bald men with the strange head tattoos begin to get up begrudgingly. Yagra has a look on her face that the fun was interrupted and she's not pleased, even though she was losing.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”
"Hi, Horace!" Kasha waves.
Roll for initiative!
Syl init: 18
Mid-fray, Sylivar begins tapping along and dodging to the sound of Feliara's lyre. After socking someone directly in the cheek, he raises the mug of Beholder's Brew and hoists it in her direction, taking a drought. At the sound of screaming, he swivels around. Syl's eyes widen, giving a surprised glance to the strange-tasting liquid he had been consuming. "Shit, this might be stronger than I thought."
"Open up!" Kasha barked at Syl. "Time for fighting!" She pried open your mouth so another mug of Beholder's Brew down your gullet. Not much made it in, but it's the thought that counts. She then tossed the mug over her shoulder and it hit the ground with a loud TOONK! She rolled her shoulders and bounced on the balls of her feet like she was a boxer waiting to hear the bell.
Ey, yo, Adrianne: 5
Uh. Bell??
Horace: 10
Stirge1: 9
Stirge2: 13
Stirge3: 20
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Stirge3(20)(AC14/HP2), Sylivar18, Stirge2(13)(AC14/HP2), Horace10, Stirge1(9)(AC14/HP2), Kasha5
With a satisfied expression on his face, Bruvir watched as the fight abruptly ended with his threat. That ought to help with Durnan, he thought to himself happily as he began to turn around towards the bar to find the man. No sooner had he started turn around did hear the tavern react fearfully to something he could not see. Using his hammer to push himself to the front of the crowd, he grumbled, "What in Annam's name are you all reacting to?" When he caught sight of the troll and winged creatures emerging from the tavern's pit, he growled, spit and adjusted his helm, ready to rumble.
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Jumping from her chair, Feliara landed on her feet and turned around to face the fight. It was obvious that she didn't want to fight, but with a bit of luck she could stay in the back insulting people and their respective mothers. She stumbled a bit before she leaned against a table and readied her lyre.
"Come on guys, show those ugly bastards what we're made of!"
Initiative:10
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
Taking a few steps back Avys delicately places the tea cup on the ground and slides it into a corner. Avys pull out his gemmed jewelers hammer and makes a somewhat nervous gulp, "Oh a Troll... not a fan, not a fan at all. Let's take care of this quickly please." He nods at Feliara as she aims to rally the group, his face serious as ever he begins to make calculations in his head, keeping his head on a swivel to prevent potential crossfire.
Initiative 10
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Stirge3(20)(AC14/HP2), Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Stirge2(13)(AC14/HP2), Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Stirge1(9)(AC14/HP2), Kasha5
Stirge3 makes a beeline towards Bruvir, seeking to attach itself to you!
Attack: 8 Damage: 4
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Stirge3(20)(AC14/HP2), Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Stirge2(13)(AC14/HP2), Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Stirge1(9)(AC14/HP2), Kasha5, Naumick5
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Naumick initiative: 5
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"I expect more witty, derogatory remarks, Feliara!" Sylivar calls, before being rapidly shut up by a deluge of booze. He coughs and splutters, staggering away and seemingly tripping over the tankard Kasha flung behind. He flails outwards with his Quarterstaff and a fist, attempting to right his balance, in the midst of it catching each stirge. An untrained eye would believe it to be sheer accident, but his regular grin and charming wink remain affixed to his entirely alert face in sharp contrast to his swaying body.
Quarterstaff Attack - Stirge 1: 6 Damage: 10
Bonus Unarmed Attack - Stirge 2: 23 Damage: 4
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Stirge3(20)(AC14/HP2), Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Stirge2(13)(AC14/HP2), Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Stirge1(9)(AC14/HP2), Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
"Go team go! You got--" Kasha was chanting.
PONK!!! Your first quarterstaff attack hits the half elven druid square in the forehead, causing her face to change into something like a comical stun. She planks up and falls over backwards, knocked out. Your second attack hits, killing Stirge2!
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Stirge3(20)(AC14/HP2), Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Stirge1(9)(AC14/HP2), Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
"Shove Off!!" Bruvir growled as fended of the Stirge before twisting and swinging his hammer in an downwards manner in an attempt to pancake it.
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Avys facepalms after he sees Kasha goes down, feeling embarrassed to have witness the accidental knock she took. He takes a few steps as he lines up his shot, his hammer begins to glow again from the central gem as he fires away at Stirge1 casting fire bolt Attack: 19 Damage: 10
Feliara laughs softly before playing a few more notes. With those, a few spectral arrows appeared floating on top of her shoulders pointing towards Stirge3. Before unleashing her attack, she turned slighlty to the side to face Sylviar and pointed at him with her index finger.
"Keep punching or whatever you do then! And save your mouth for drinking"
She laughed again before turning back to her original position. Now, ready to unleash her magic again, she proceeded to cast vicious mockery (4) again towards the enemy. Swift like the wind and sharp as ice, her words flew in the shape of arrows towards Stirge3.
"Your mother is so fat, they had to make her chastity belt out of chainmail! Furthermore, your father was the only man with a tool small enough to work the links!"
Discord: Vápni Jhonson - Half Orc Fey Wanderer -- Hiritos // Sun-Scales - Dragonborn Armorer -- The Breath of the Machine // Acidia Lavenus - Cabal -- Mass Effect: Last Hope
Umbría: Lena - Oni Abyssal Blodrager -- Journey to the West (Pathfinder 1e) // Karzar "Sawtooth" - Soldier -- When Stars Fall (Starfinder)
Face to Face: DM -- Deepspace & Dragons // Kar'Val - Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer // Aust Liadon - Summoner --Muntsa's Draconic Adventure
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Stirge3(20)(AC14/HP2), Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Stirge1(9)(AC14/HP2), Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
Swish! Bruvir misses! No pancakes today!
Kablamo! Stirge1 gets annihilated!
So hurtful! Stirge3 is so offended it dies!
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
Horace bears on the, what he believes is, the largest target out of you all and attacks Bruvir, but it's very weak from blood loss!
Claw Attack: 22 Damage: 13
Durnan and Yagra join the fray to assist!
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
Naumick tosses the tankard aside, moving back to the table and picking up his crossbow. Dropping to a knee, he exhales slowly while letting a bolt fly at Horace.
Attack: 6 Damage: 10 + sneaky, sneak stuff 1
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
Naumick misses! It's time for round two!
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10, Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
Sylivar felt the crack of his quarterstaff connect with something unintended. He swivels around to see Kasha on the ground. His mouth hangs slightly agape as his eyes dart between his staff, the troll, and his injured friend in a mixture of disbelief and surprise. The whimsical expression on his face momentarily solidifies enough for him to call out, "One of you! Get her up!" Torn between attempting to check on Kasha's wounds himself and beating up the troll, Sylivar hesitates before dashing forward and leaping into the air, bringing his quarterstaff directly to the neck of a creature and kicking one of the needle-like creatures deeper into the thing's chest with a knee.
Quarterstaff Attack: 18 Damage: 10
Bonus Action Unarmed Attack: 14 Damage: 5
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10(AC15/HP44), Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5
Syl's quarterstaff attack, this time, hit his intended target! WHACK!!!
EY, YO, ADRIANNE!
Sylivar18, Bruvir13, Avys10, Feliara10, Horace10(AC15/HP38), Kasha5(OUT), Naumick5