Kassar stands on his chair to get a better view - it seems he is not the only one trying to get a different angle. Patrons on the upper floors look down and jeer at the brawl. Both Kassar and Cami can see from their vantage points that after just a few seconds of brawling, the half-orc has the upper hand; she has the bald man in a rear naked choke on the floor. A couple of the other thugs look distracted by the beautiful duet between Vyrax and his minor illusion, but the other two look ready to pounce on the half-orc woman.
It does not take much for hulking Bearhug Ianric to shove his way through the crowd of adventurers and make a path for himself and Topaz. They find the half-orc pinning down the human man while the other thugs are waiting to jump in. Tanlen stands by, waiting to see what will happen.
"Say you're sorry, cue-ball! Or maybe eye-ball is better?! Pretty soon your face is gonna match your tats!" The half-orc hisses, tightening her grip.
"Damn pig..."The human groans."Lads! Little 'elp?"
Two of the thugs crack their knuckles and get ready to close in. Behind the bar, the taciturn proprietor of the Yawning Portal, Durnan, looks on with crossed arms and a scowl.
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Ianric steps forward and firmly slaps one massive hand upon the shoulders of the two who were beginning to step up. Still that huge smile on his face though it takes a much more menacing tone as he calls out to ensure he can be easily heard over the din of the tavern "Now lads, this isn't a life or death fight. He picked a fight, let him reap what he sows. You boys step in, and I'll be on her side, GOT IT?!" Giving all four of the thugs a look with that eager look in his eye.
"Hey, good people, stop." Vyrax stops playing, and so does the illusion of the lute. "Before someone begins to bleed. Just talk it out, or take this outside. There's no reason to disturb the entire tavern for a stupid quarrel." He had ways to deal with drunk brawlers, but preferred to use words first, giving everyone a last chance to stop.
"Hey, good people, stop." Vyrax stops playing, and so does the illusion of the lute. "Before someone begins to bleed. Just talk it out, or take this outside. There's no reason to disturb the entire tavern for a stupid quarrel." He had ways to deal with drunk brawlers, but preferred to use words first, giving everyone a last chance to stop.
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People may think it strange, but Cami didn't care about the fight nor whether one side was fighting unfairly, or not. It was none of her business to interfere, but to look at it and learn why it was happening, though? Oh, she was all about it. Without any words again, her owl familiar swoops closer. Using its eyes, she tries to grab more information from the people involved in the scuffle, be the information from their clothes, or on themselves. The familiar is not close for more than 6 seconds before it returns to its hiding spot.
Tanlen decides to try and help break up the fight as well, moving towards the door and making an act of looking outside. He will then step back and take a breath before yelling out loudly. "It looks like someone got the guards! Five of them are rushing this way outside!"
Deception: 14
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Cami peers through her owl's keen eyes, clearly spotting that the bald thug and his compatriots all sport some sort of tattoo of an eye – a symbol oft associated with the Xanathar Guild, a powerful crime syndicate in Waterdeep. Additionally, barely visible on the half-orc's neck is the upper half of a winged snake tattoo – a symbol associated with the Zhentarim, a shady mercenary and mercantile guild. Tensions between the two groups have been rising steadily over the past few months.
One of the thugs turns around and looks a split second away from throwing a punch at Ianric, but the half-orc and the thugs perk up at Vyrax and Tanlen's words. The half-orc shoves the bald man back at his comrades with a grunt. "You get off easy this time, cue-ball. Next time? You won't be so lucky!"
"... Bloody Zhent pig,"The bald man spits at her feet. "Come on, lads. Got better places to be than this dump."
As the thugs leave the bar, folks return to their seats and the atmosphere slowly goes back to normal. Durnan nods his thanks toward all of you. The half-orc turns an eye to Tanlen, Vyrax, Topaz, and Ianric. "Y'know, I could've taken 'em! Spoil sports..." She lets out a sigh. "Thanks, I guess. But now I got my blood pumping... Say, big guy, tentacles, you look tough, and I need to beat somebody. Wanna arm wrestle?"
Vyrax nods back at Durnan. He was used to breaking fights like this, or in other methods. Arm wrestling didn't sound like a problem, however, so he excuses himself and walks back towards Cami. "See? Not only bad." He says to her, without explaining further. He watches with interest to see how Inaric reacts to the invitation. He wondered if having tentacles that can support your arm is considered cheating, or will the Half-Orc choose to allow him to use them in order to increase the renown of a victory or diminish the shame of a loss.
The conflict is over before Ianric can say another word, frowning at his compatriots before speaking to the Half-Orc "I would have been content to let you two fight it out! If he picked the fight than he should be confident enough to win it alone! As to your request..." Ianric takes a moment to find the largest, sturdiest appearing unoccupied table he can, sitting down and slamming his elbow on it and holding his hand in the ready position "be rude to leave a lady wanting yes?! Loser buys the winner a round?"
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The half-orc laughs. "Deal! Let's get to it, then! Arms only though, don't go using any of that... business," she gestures to the tentacles on Ianric's arms as she takes a seat and clasps her hand in his.
Roll a strength check. This is a contest - whoever rolls higher is the winner.
14
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Cami is busy looking through her owl's eyes, but with its perceptiveness, she realizes Vyrax is coming in her direction, so very quickly, she returns to her senses. By the time she's hearing him, she's still blinking to get used to the new perspective of the room. "'Not only-'... what?" She repeats his words but seems confused. "Are you referring to your own actions? And how you did exactly what that half-orc mercenary didn't want you to do? It was fine, I suppose, but what's that about something bad?"
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Ianric shakes his head "Besides that they can't, I wouldn't in a fair contest of strength! These are new and....weak. Hard to lift a weight with a floppy little thing."
12
(OOC Edit, the original roll was a 12 in case this messed with it for some reason: Poop on you Beyond dice!)
It's close, but the half-orc just clinches a victory. "Ha! Another win for Yagra Stonefist!" She guffaws. "Nice try, though, big guy, you gave one hells-of-a fight... Now, I'd like a fire ale, please!"
Yagra turns a little surprised to Topaz and lets out another laugh. "You? You think you can take me after Squiddy here couldn't? Hells, why not. Same deal - loser buys another round. Gruumsh knows I'll be thirsty after beating you..."
She seems awfully sure of herself, but let's see how this goes. Topaz and Yagra clasp hands...
Roll a strength check. Whoever rolls highest wins.
"By Gruumsh, wha..." Yagra looks utterly dumbfounded. "This-this wouldn't have happened if... I'm still a little tired from Squiddy, alright? If it was my other arm, I woulda... Oh, forget it. What the hells are you drinking?"
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The genasi exhales, a bit surprised himself that he'd managed to pull it off. "Oh, um, I hadn't thought of that. I guess a regular mead or something - I don't want to set you back too much. That was fun though, well fought. Maybe a rematch sometime when your arm's fresh?" he says quietly, the fissures in his rocky form dimming from the excitement a few moments ago.
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Kassar stands on his chair to get a better view - it seems he is not the only one trying to get a different angle. Patrons on the upper floors look down and jeer at the brawl. Both Kassar and Cami can see from their vantage points that after just a few seconds of brawling, the half-orc has the upper hand; she has the bald man in a rear naked choke on the floor. A couple of the other thugs look distracted by the beautiful duet between Vyrax and his minor illusion, but the other two look ready to pounce on the half-orc woman.
It does not take much for hulking Bearhug Ianric to shove his way through the crowd of adventurers and make a path for himself and Topaz. They find the half-orc pinning down the human man while the other thugs are waiting to jump in. Tanlen stands by, waiting to see what will happen.
"Say you're sorry, cue-ball! Or maybe eye-ball is better?! Pretty soon your face is gonna match your tats!" The half-orc hisses, tightening her grip.
"Damn pig..." The human groans. "Lads! Little 'elp?"
Two of the thugs crack their knuckles and get ready to close in. Behind the bar, the taciturn proprietor of the Yawning Portal, Durnan, looks on with crossed arms and a scowl.
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Ianric steps forward and firmly slaps one massive hand upon the shoulders of the two who were beginning to step up. Still that huge smile on his face though it takes a much more menacing tone as he calls out to ensure he can be easily heard over the din of the tavern "Now lads, this isn't a life or death fight. He picked a fight, let him reap what he sows. You boys step in, and I'll be on her side, GOT IT?!" Giving all four of the thugs a look with that eager look in his eye.
Intimidation (if needed): 5
Topaz makes his way around behind the orc. He calls to Ianric: "Oi! Forget about them! Pull these two apart!"
He stands ready to help him do so. (adv on roll)
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"Hey, good people, stop." Vyrax stops playing, and so does the illusion of the lute. "Before someone begins to bleed. Just talk it out, or take this outside. There's no reason to disturb the entire tavern for a stupid quarrel." He had ways to deal with drunk brawlers, but preferred to use words first, giving everyone a last chance to stop.
Varielky | Emma
Roll a persuasion check.
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
(Who built a Bard without proficiency in Persuasion lol?)
Persuasion: 13.
Varielky | Emma
People may think it strange, but Cami didn't care about the fight nor whether one side was fighting unfairly, or not. It was none of her business to interfere, but to look at it and learn why it was happening, though? Oh, she was all about it. Without any words again, her owl familiar swoops closer. Using its eyes, she tries to grab more information from the people involved in the scuffle, be the information from their clothes, or on themselves. The familiar is not close for more than 6 seconds before it returns to its hiding spot.
Owl's Perception Check: 22
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Tanlen decides to try and help break up the fight as well, moving towards the door and making an act of looking outside. He will then step back and take a breath before yelling out loudly. "It looks like someone got the guards! Five of them are rushing this way outside!"
Deception: 14
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Cami peers through her owl's keen eyes, clearly spotting that the bald thug and his compatriots all sport some sort of tattoo of an eye – a symbol oft associated with the Xanathar Guild, a powerful crime syndicate in Waterdeep. Additionally, barely visible on the half-orc's neck is the upper half of a winged snake tattoo – a symbol associated with the Zhentarim, a shady mercenary and mercantile guild. Tensions between the two groups have been rising steadily over the past few months.
One of the thugs turns around and looks a split second away from throwing a punch at Ianric, but the half-orc and the thugs perk up at Vyrax and Tanlen's words. The half-orc shoves the bald man back at his comrades with a grunt. "You get off easy this time, cue-ball. Next time? You won't be so lucky!"
"... Bloody Zhent pig," The bald man spits at her feet. "Come on, lads. Got better places to be than this dump."
As the thugs leave the bar, folks return to their seats and the atmosphere slowly goes back to normal. Durnan nods his thanks toward all of you. The half-orc turns an eye to Tanlen, Vyrax, Topaz, and Ianric. "Y'know, I could've taken 'em! Spoil sports..." She lets out a sigh. "Thanks, I guess. But now I got my blood pumping... Say, big guy, tentacles, you look tough, and I need to beat somebody. Wanna arm wrestle?"
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Vyrax nods back at Durnan. He was used to breaking fights like this, or in other methods. Arm wrestling didn't sound like a problem, however, so he excuses himself and walks back towards Cami. "See? Not only bad." He says to her, without explaining further. He watches with interest to see how Inaric reacts to the invitation. He wondered if having tentacles that can support your arm is considered cheating, or will the Half-Orc choose to allow him to use them in order to increase the renown of a victory or diminish the shame of a loss.
Varielky | Emma
Kassar smiles and returns to his seat. "Would hardly be a night on the town without a little excitement."
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The conflict is over before Ianric can say another word, frowning at his compatriots before speaking to the Half-Orc "I would have been content to let you two fight it out! If he picked the fight than he should be confident enough to win it alone! As to your request..." Ianric takes a moment to find the largest, sturdiest appearing unoccupied table he can, sitting down and slamming his elbow on it and holding his hand in the ready position "be rude to leave a lady wanting yes?! Loser buys the winner a round?"
The half-orc laughs. "Deal! Let's get to it, then! Arms only though, don't go using any of that... business," she gestures to the tentacles on Ianric's arms as she takes a seat and clasps her hand in his.
Roll a strength check. This is a contest - whoever rolls higher is the winner.
14
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Cami is busy looking through her owl's eyes, but with its perceptiveness, she realizes Vyrax is coming in her direction, so very quickly, she returns to her senses. By the time she's hearing him, she's still blinking to get used to the new perspective of the room. "'Not only-'... what?" She repeats his words but seems confused. "Are you referring to your own actions? And how you did exactly what that half-orc mercenary didn't want you to do? It was fine, I suppose, but what's that about something bad?"
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Ianric shakes his head "Besides that they can't, I wouldn't in a fair contest of strength! These are new and....weak. Hard to lift a weight with a floppy little thing."
12
(OOC Edit, the original roll was a 12 in case this messed with it for some reason: Poop on you Beyond dice!)
"Hey, mind if I give it a shot?" Topaz asks the two once they're done.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
It's close, but the half-orc just clinches a victory. "Ha! Another win for Yagra Stonefist!" She guffaws. "Nice try, though, big guy, you gave one hells-of-a fight... Now, I'd like a fire ale, please!"
Yagra turns a little surprised to Topaz and lets out another laugh. "You? You think you can take me after Squiddy here couldn't? Hells, why not. Same deal - loser buys another round. Gruumsh knows I'll be thirsty after beating you..."
She seems awfully sure of herself, but let's see how this goes. Topaz and Yagra clasp hands...
Roll a strength check. Whoever rolls highest wins.
10
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
"Alrighty, let's do it!"
Topaz grits his teeth, the gems scattered on his body pulsing red as he exerts himself.
Strength: 16
"HyyyyAAAAAHHHH!!" the genasi grunts, driving Yagra's arm down into the table with a colossal slam.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Well, goddamn. That's hilarious.
"By Gruumsh, wha..." Yagra looks utterly dumbfounded. "This-this wouldn't have happened if... I'm still a little tired from Squiddy, alright? If it was my other arm, I woulda... Oh, forget it. What the hells are you drinking?"
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
The genasi exhales, a bit surprised himself that he'd managed to pull it off. "Oh, um, I hadn't thought of that. I guess a regular mead or something - I don't want to set you back too much. That was fun though, well fought. Maybe a rematch sometime when your arm's fresh?" he says quietly, the fissures in his rocky form dimming from the excitement a few moments ago.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost