Balliol pulls a whistle from his pocket and blows with all his breath. (Disrupting all the Grimlocks blindsight and evening the playing field. Everyone is now fighting as if blinded).
Claritas yells something back at the Goliath, swinging her hefty mace at what ever invisible foe is in front of her, she stumbles, feels the mace bump into something and cursing under her breath as the invisible creature returns the attack with it's spiked bone club (Attack: 17 Damage: 6 bludgeoning plus 2 piercing).
Halei hurls insults at her previous attacker, casting Vicious Mockery (Damage: 1 psychic) as he is fading from view (DC13 Wis14). Grimlock (n) is still under Halei’s Charm Person spell.
The Goliath Priest, stands, looks to the heavens and opens his arms wide in prayer as power from on high again fills his body. Lightning streams out from his arms and hands throughout the rooms of the inn, revealing again, the attacking Grimlock foes. (It is only the Grimlock that are now fighting blinded).
You hear one of the dwarves call out with glee, "Thank Fire Eyes, the Lord of the Bronze Mask. I can see me damn, wretched foe!"
The attacking Grimlock fade back into view and you can now see them trading scraps and blows with the Dwarves.
Balliol looks around as the Grimlocks reappear. He is both surprised and confused. It seems that the Goliath might be on their side in this fight. His lightnings appear to be making the grimlocks reappear. He had half planned on throwing a dagger that way before, but now . . . he jus kept blowing on his whistle. It seemed to be having some effect on the grimlocks and if he could hinder the ability of a dozen it was likely a better move than swinging one sword. Keeping his sword out for defense he continued to make as much noise as possible.
Halei stays on top of the table. She calls for the grimlock still under her spell to continue fighting the other. After observing the dwarves protecting the goliath and then witnessing the power the goliath seems to have over the grimlocks she thinks it may be important to keep him safe in the fight. She casts healing word on the goliath.
Balliol, noticing his whistle's effect on the attacking Grimlock, doubles down and keeps the high pitch squeal going.
Claritas, now wielding her weapon of choice, moves in, carving her enemy (Attack: 20, Damage: 4) with the precision of a surgeon. It falls to the ground in a puddle of its own innards.
Halei bounds back onto the table as she watches her protector slay its kin. She turns her attention to the wounded Goliath Priest, casting Healing Word, giving him some well needed first aid. (+6hp).
Appearing rejuvenated by her gift, the Priest continues to commune with his deity to ensure the enemy remains in view.
Wildred hurls a Fire Bolt at the nearby Grimlock that has turned its attention to him (Attack: 11, Damage: 7) —belting its chest dead centre at such close range, the bolt smashes the creature back against the nearby doorway. Barely able to stand, it desperately holds its club out in front.
All around, you see the Grimlock assailants, now on their back foot, thrashing about, unable to see their enemy as they desperately try to fight back. The dwarves keep pushing forward, battling ferociously to ensure the protection of the Inn.
Stalker lunges with one sword, severely wounding his foe (Attack: 16, Damage: 4). The Grimlock flinches from the blow, causing his other sword to miss its mark (Attack: 7, Damage: 4).
Our adventurers, looking like they have picked the winning team, remain unscathed.
Wildred looks at the grimlock then looks to his left and to his right asif to say did I do that?and with a sheepish smile he attacks the grimlock again with a fire ball.
Stalker Redbone growls, "Pesky buggars!" He attacks the foe in front of him. If he takes his wounded enemy down, he'll head for the east room where more grimlocks seem to be located (if time allows).
Bugs looked at the battle as it raged around him. But fighting was not his role at the moment, his job was to whistle while he worked. He saw the enemy stumble because of his noise and thought about smiling. He would have chuckled had he not been blowing like crazy. Instead he just thought to himself, "You know how to whistle, don't you grimlock? Just put your lips together and blow." He kept his lips together and kept blowing.
Her immediate threat having been taken care of she looks around the room to see if she could help anywhere else. She likes her spot away from the fray and stays in her spot atop the table. She has her charmed grimlock go assist their new dwarf ally. She grips her dart tightly and reluctantly throws it at the grimlock near Stalker.
Balliol, knowing it is his Signal Whistle and the Priests magic that has given you the upper hand. Continues to blow his whistle.
Claritas, as if the battle is already won, wanders to the nearest bench, takes a seat and helps herself to the previous patrons beverages.
Halei persuades her Grimlock friend to continue bearing arms for her. Hurling a dart (Attack: 10, Damage: 5) toward Stalker's combatant, it just misses its mark and embeds in the wall.
The Grimlock, continue their fruitless fight. thrashing about with their clubs but none are able to hit their marks. The dwarves, too fast and strong, strike down each foe, one by one.
Wildred hurls a final Fire Bolt at the nearby Grimlock barely standing (Attack: 19, Damage: 5), obliterating it, and the door frame behind it. The residual flames take hold of the building wall.
Stalker slays the creature he has been fighting with a final slash of his shortsword (Attack: 11, Damage: 7), turning his attention to Halei's charmed grimlock (Attack: 10, Damage: 4), he misses his mark, only to have one of his kin step up. A final swing of steel seals the fate of the last remaining Grimlock as it crumples to the ground.
Durnan (your host) rushes in and extinguishes the flames licking the wall from Wildred's Fire Bolt. "Thank you, Sir!" he crankily remarks as he looks around and assesses the damage.
As if the short battle had never happened, the dwarves extend an invitation for you to join them as they make their way back into the east room to continue their festivities.
Stalker searches the grimlocks, not just for booty, though that's always nice, but also seeking any notes or other clues as to who sent them. "Durnan, your choice of patrons seems less than what one would desire. Any idea what that was about?"
After, he joins the party in the east room, smiling and cordial. "Wonder what by Moradin's grey balls that was! I could use a pint." He signals a server once they have recovered and are working again.
Bugs sees the last of the grimlocks fall and happily takes the whistle out of his mouth and briefly sags against the wall. Blowing a whistle it seems was hard work. He reached over and grabbed his mug of carrot juice and took a swig. It was as good as he remembered and some badly needed moisture. He looked at his cup and considered the possibility of asking for carrot cider next time. Carrot juice with a kick, it really was a magical drink.
Taking a second swig he approached the goliath in the room. "Sir., I am Balliol Bugglesworth IV, of Sweetcress Monastery. I was not expecting to be thrust into the middle of a battle this evening. But instead of pondering the blessings provided by the carrot, we were confronted by those Grimlocks. Thankfully you were prepared to deal with them. If I may ask, how did you know they were here and invisible? The stench I assume, but while it made my nose twitch I would not have know it was Grimlocks. Have you any idea what they were doing here?"
(OOC: If the Goliath seems pleasant in his responses Bugs would invite him over to the table to talk.)
"Oh man, that was intense! I wonder what that was about... The fellow I was talking to before he turned on me said that he was having trouble getting back home to his realm. He told me his club had turned into a bunch of dead flowers and that he didn't like mortal music. I wonder if that had anything to do with what happened," Halei wondered aloud, replying to Balliol's question.
Then having seen him go back for his carrot juice she quickly darted back to the other table to see if her mead was still there before returning to the dwarves' table. She perches up on the corner of the table with her feet placed in her chair, her knee bounced and she seemed fidgety and agitated still from the fight.
Wildred Apolagises to the barkeep for the inconvenience and wishes him all the best with the grimlock clean up and reminds him that charred remains are easier to clean up than fresh bodies cut down with slashing weapons.......he curiously wonders what all that whistling was about for a brief moment but is then distracted by the invitation of the dwarf he had previously been engaging with.
Why do I get the feeling you know more about this than I do? he says to his new dwarven acquaintance,giving him an expectant look.
I'm not sure if Wilfred means me, but Stalker Redbone says to Wilfred, "Something is not right; keep your blades sharp and close."
In dwarven, he asks the guards what they think happened. There are enemies, forces about, to be sure.
"I'm Stalker, by the way. Stalker Redbone. Well met. Hopefully these bodies will reveal something as to why they attacted or maybe even who sent them. Lend a hand and search the bastards!"
The Goliath, towering over even the herengon, looks down and rests his hand on Balliols shoulder. He smiles, gives an approving nod, turns and walks out the front door of the inn.
Our adventurers find themselves amongst the jovial dwarves in their post-conflict festivities. Food and drink is plenty, and just as well, as you are all famished after your long day's travel and the excitement of a surprise invasion from another plane.
You banter with the dwarves throughout the evening as they commend you on your combat strategies. Complimenting Balliol on his creative use of a whistle to disorientate the invading enemy, praising Wildred for his pyrotechnics display, congratulating Halei for her enchanting spell casting and getting the Priest back on his feet, and admiring Claritas for her surgical precision while carving her prey, and hassling their comrades, including Stalker on his duel sword wielding skills.
The ongoing conversation, lubricated with whiskey and wine, reveals that the dwarves were attending the inn as protectors, hired by Madryck because the Wilde Tide Inn finds itself, with increasing frequency, under attack. You see, the inn serves as a doorway, a portal between three planes of existence. While it predominantly resides here in Faerûn, from time to time, it crosses into the Feywild and back again. During such crossings over, the quaint and enchanting folk of the Fey come to share in festive nights to remember. Alternatively, the inn crosses to the lands of the Shadowfell, and when it does, the beings of those dark worlds bring hostility and violence. That is the reason the dwarves accompanied by the Goliath are here.
"Madryck hired you?" Bugs thought that was kind of interesting. "Does he show up here very often? Or do you know where we can find him? It seems that a few of us were brought here by a note from the man himself. It isn't often that one gets a flying, nose-bopping note out of nowhere from a mystery-man asking you to go to a plane-bouncing inn to be attacked by a bunch of blind guys from the shadowfells." The thought made him take another sip of fortifying carrot juice. "Well, it isn't often for me anyway. Perhaps such things are just normal doin's for some of you."
"Madryck hired you?" Bugs thought that was kind of interesting. "Does he show up here very often? Or do you know where we can find him?
The dwarves tell you that the Inn is Madryck's place.
As the night wears on, the dwarves start to thin out until only the five of you remain at the table. Durnan (the innkeeper and your server) enters and arrests your attention. Expressing his sincere apologies for Madryck's absence. Unsure of the reason, he remarks that this is entirely out of character for his Master. Offering you lodgings for the night and conveying his heartfelt gratitude for the parts you have all played in protecting the inn this evening, he asks if there is anything he can do for you all before he retires for the night.
After Durnan has attended any last requests, he leaves you all with your drinking horns of desire and each others company and makes his way upstairs.
Upstairs rooms A & B have been set aside for Balliol, Claritas, Halei and Wildred. Stalker, who arrived with the other dwarves, has a bed in room C (with the other dwarves).
Wildred turns to the group and says "Well that was an Education! i have of course come across these portals in my studies,but never actually found the location of one until today!Curious how random these doorways are when existing in such an orderly system.From my understanding things like this always have a meaning behind them,unless of course they are simply governed by the chaos of wild magic,then it's simply a case of chance".he looks thoughtfully at nothing in particular and then gets what looks like leatherbound Journal of some sort and scribbles a few thoughts down,and then raises his head up from the pages"I am curious as to what interest this Madryck fellow has in this,other than the obvious offcourse him being the proprietor of this fine establishment,can't be good for business having a door to the Etheral plains smack bang in the middle of ones Tavern!".......he yawns and brings his hand to his mouth."Excuse me all this excitement has really taken it out of me"
The Goliath Priest, stands, looks to the heavens and opens his arms wide in prayer as power from on high again fills his body. Lightning streams out from his arms and hands throughout the rooms of the inn, revealing again, the attacking Grimlock foes. (It is only the Grimlock that are now fighting blinded).
You hear one of the dwarves call out with glee, "Thank Fire Eyes, the Lord of the Bronze Mask. I can see me damn, wretched foe!"
The attacking Grimlock fade back into view and you can now see them trading scraps and blows with the Dwarves.
Damage taken in Rounds 1 & 2
Balliol(-0), Claritas(-0), Halei(-0), Stalker(-0), Wildred(-0)
Goliath Preist: z(-7)
Dwarf Veterans: a(-15), b(-16), c(-14), d(0), f(-7)
Grimlocks: g(-0), h(-0), I(-0), j(-3), k(-4), l(-5), m(-5), n(-7), o(-0),
p(-11),q(-7)Send your Round 3 actions please.
Wildred forms another fireball in his hand and launches it at Grimlock j closest to him.
Balliol looks around as the Grimlocks reappear. He is both surprised and confused. It seems that the Goliath might be on their side in this fight. His lightnings appear to be making the grimlocks reappear. He had half planned on throwing a dagger that way before, but now . . . he jus kept blowing on his whistle. It seemed to be having some effect on the grimlocks and if he could hinder the ability of a dozen it was likely a better move than swinging one sword. Keeping his sword out for defense he continued to make as much noise as possible.
Stalker continues to attack the Grimlocks.
Halei stays on top of the table. She calls for the grimlock still under her spell to continue fighting the other. After observing the dwarves protecting the goliath and then witnessing the power the goliath seems to have over the grimlocks she thinks it may be important to keep him safe in the fight. She casts healing word on the goliath.
Balliol, noticing his whistle's effect on the attacking Grimlock, doubles down and keeps the high pitch squeal going.
Claritas, now wielding her weapon of choice, moves in, carving her enemy (Attack: 20, Damage: 4) with the precision of a surgeon. It falls to the ground in a puddle of its own innards.
Halei bounds back onto the table as she watches her protector slay its kin. She turns her attention to the wounded Goliath Priest, casting Healing Word, giving him some well needed first aid. (+6hp).
Appearing rejuvenated by her gift, the Priest continues to commune with his deity to ensure the enemy remains in view.
Wildred hurls a Fire Bolt at the nearby Grimlock that has turned its attention to him (Attack: 11, Damage: 7) —belting its chest dead centre at such close range, the bolt smashes the creature back against the nearby doorway. Barely able to stand, it desperately holds its club out in front.
All around, you see the Grimlock assailants, now on their back foot, thrashing about, unable to see their enemy as they desperately try to fight back. The dwarves keep pushing forward, battling ferociously to ensure the protection of the Inn.
Stalker lunges with one sword, severely wounding his foe (Attack: 16, Damage: 4). The Grimlock flinches from the blow, causing his other sword to miss its mark (Attack: 7, Damage: 4).
Our adventurers, looking like they have picked the winning team, remain unscathed.
Round 3
Balliol(-0), Claritas(-0), Halei(-0), Stalker(-0), Wildred(-0)
Goliath Preist: z(-1)
Dwarf Veterans: a(-15), b(-16), c(-14), d(0), f(-7)
Grimlocks:
g(-15), h(-6),i(-11), j(-10), k(-8), l(-9), m(-9),n(-14), o(-10),p(-11),q(-11)Round 4: What are you gonna do?
Wildred looks at the grimlock then looks to his left and to his right asif to say did I do that?and with a sheepish smile he attacks the grimlock again with a fire ball.
Stalker Redbone growls, "Pesky buggars!" He attacks the foe in front of him. If he takes his wounded enemy down, he'll head for the east room where more grimlocks seem to be located (if time allows).
Bugs looked at the battle as it raged around him. But fighting was not his role at the moment, his job was to whistle while he worked. He saw the enemy stumble because of his noise and thought about smiling. He would have chuckled had he not been blowing like crazy. Instead he just thought to himself, "You know how to whistle, don't you grimlock? Just put your lips together and blow." He kept his lips together and kept blowing.
Her immediate threat having been taken care of she looks around the room to see if she could help anywhere else. She likes her spot away from the fray and stays in her spot atop the table. She has her charmed grimlock go assist their new dwarf ally. She grips her dart tightly and reluctantly throws it at the grimlock near Stalker.
Balliol, knowing it is his Signal Whistle and the Priests magic that has given you the upper hand. Continues to blow his whistle.
Claritas, as if the battle is already won, wanders to the nearest bench, takes a seat and helps herself to the previous patrons beverages.
Halei persuades her Grimlock friend to continue bearing arms for her. Hurling a dart (Attack: 10, Damage: 5) toward Stalker's combatant, it just misses its mark and embeds in the wall.
The Grimlock, continue their fruitless fight. thrashing about with their clubs but none are able to hit their marks. The dwarves, too fast and strong, strike down each foe, one by one.
Wildred hurls a final Fire Bolt at the nearby Grimlock barely standing (Attack: 19, Damage: 5), obliterating it, and the door frame behind it. The residual flames take hold of the building wall.
Stalker slays the creature he has been fighting with a final slash of his shortsword (Attack: 11, Damage: 7), turning his attention to Halei's charmed grimlock (Attack: 10, Damage: 4), he misses his mark, only to have one of his kin step up. A final swing of steel seals the fate of the last remaining Grimlock as it crumples to the ground.
Durnan (your host) rushes in and extinguishes the flames licking the wall from Wildred's Fire Bolt. "Thank you, Sir!" he crankily remarks as he looks around and assesses the damage.
As if the short battle had never happened, the dwarves extend an invitation for you to join them as they make their way back into the east room to continue their festivities.
Stalker searches the grimlocks, not just for booty, though that's always nice, but also seeking any notes or other clues as to who sent them. "Durnan, your choice of patrons seems less than what one would desire. Any idea what that was about?"
After, he joins the party in the east room, smiling and cordial. "Wonder what by Moradin's grey balls that was! I could use a pint." He signals a server once they have recovered and are working again.
Bugs sees the last of the grimlocks fall and happily takes the whistle out of his mouth and briefly sags against the wall. Blowing a whistle it seems was hard work. He reached over and grabbed his mug of carrot juice and took a swig. It was as good as he remembered and some badly needed moisture. He looked at his cup and considered the possibility of asking for carrot cider next time. Carrot juice with a kick, it really was a magical drink.
Taking a second swig he approached the goliath in the room. "Sir., I am Balliol Bugglesworth IV, of Sweetcress Monastery. I was not expecting to be thrust into the middle of a battle this evening. But instead of pondering the blessings provided by the carrot, we were confronted by those Grimlocks. Thankfully you were prepared to deal with them. If I may ask, how did you know they were here and invisible? The stench I assume, but while it made my nose twitch I would not have know it was Grimlocks. Have you any idea what they were doing here?"
(OOC: If the Goliath seems pleasant in his responses Bugs would invite him over to the table to talk.)
"Oh man, that was intense! I wonder what that was about... The fellow I was talking to before he turned on me said that he was having trouble getting back home to his realm. He told me his club had turned into a bunch of dead flowers and that he didn't like mortal music. I wonder if that had anything to do with what happened," Halei wondered aloud, replying to Balliol's question.
Then having seen him go back for his carrot juice she quickly darted back to the other table to see if her mead was still there before returning to the dwarves' table. She perches up on the corner of the table with her feet placed in her chair, her knee bounced and she seemed fidgety and agitated still from the fight.
Wildred Apolagises to the barkeep for the inconvenience and wishes him all the best with the grimlock clean up and reminds him that charred remains are easier to clean up than fresh bodies cut down with slashing weapons.......he curiously wonders what all that whistling was about for a brief moment but is then distracted by the invitation of the dwarf he had previously been engaging with.
Why do I get the feeling you know more about this than I do? he says to his new dwarven acquaintance,giving him an expectant look.
I'm not sure if Wilfred means me, but Stalker Redbone says to Wilfred, "Something is not right; keep your blades sharp and close."
In dwarven, he asks the guards what they think happened. There are enemies, forces about, to be sure.
"I'm Stalker, by the way. Stalker Redbone. Well met. Hopefully these bodies will reveal something as to why they attacted or maybe even who sent them. Lend a hand and search the bastards!"
The Goliath, towering over even the herengon, looks down and rests his hand on Balliols shoulder. He smiles, gives an approving nod, turns and walks out the front door of the inn.
Our adventurers find themselves amongst the jovial dwarves in their post-conflict festivities. Food and drink is plenty, and just as well, as you are all famished after your long day's travel and the excitement of a surprise invasion from another plane.
You banter with the dwarves throughout the evening as they commend you on your combat strategies. Complimenting Balliol on his creative use of a whistle to disorientate the invading enemy, praising Wildred for his pyrotechnics display, congratulating Halei for her enchanting spell casting and getting the Priest back on his feet, and admiring Claritas for her surgical precision while carving her prey, and hassling their comrades, including Stalker on his duel sword wielding skills.
The ongoing conversation, lubricated with whiskey and wine, reveals that the dwarves were attending the inn as protectors, hired by Madryck because the Wilde Tide Inn finds itself, with increasing frequency, under attack. You see, the inn serves as a doorway, a portal between three planes of existence. While it predominantly resides here in Faerûn, from time to time, it crosses into the Feywild and back again. During such crossings over, the quaint and enchanting folk of the Fey come to share in festive nights to remember. Alternatively, the inn crosses to the lands of the Shadowfell, and when it does, the beings of those dark worlds bring hostility and violence. That is the reason the dwarves accompanied by the Goliath are here.
"Madryck hired you?" Bugs thought that was kind of interesting. "Does he show up here very often? Or do you know where we can find him? It seems that a few of us were brought here by a note from the man himself. It isn't often that one gets a flying, nose-bopping note out of nowhere from a mystery-man asking you to go to a plane-bouncing inn to be attacked by a bunch of blind guys from the shadowfells." The thought made him take another sip of fortifying carrot juice. "Well, it isn't often for me anyway. Perhaps such things are just normal doin's for some of you."
The dwarves tell you that the Inn is Madryck's place.
As the night wears on, the dwarves start to thin out until only the five of you remain at the table. Durnan (the innkeeper and your server) enters and arrests your attention. Expressing his sincere apologies for Madryck's absence. Unsure of the reason, he remarks that this is entirely out of character for his Master. Offering you lodgings for the night and conveying his heartfelt gratitude for the parts you have all played in protecting the inn this evening, he asks if there is anything he can do for you all before he retires for the night.
After Durnan has attended any last requests, he leaves you all with your drinking horns of desire and each others company and makes his way upstairs.
Upstairs rooms A & B have been set aside for Balliol, Claritas, Halei and Wildred. Stalker, who arrived with the other dwarves, has a bed in room C (with the other dwarves).
Wildred turns to the group and says "Well that was an Education! i have of course come across these portals in my studies,but never actually found the location of one until today!Curious how random these doorways are when existing in such an orderly system.From my understanding things like this always have a meaning behind them,unless of course they are simply governed by the chaos of wild magic,then it's simply a case of chance".he looks thoughtfully at nothing in particular and then gets what looks like leatherbound Journal of some sort and scribbles a few thoughts down,and then raises his head up from the pages"I am curious as to what interest this Madryck fellow has in this,other than the obvious offcourse him being the proprietor of this fine establishment,can't be good for business having a door to the Etheral plains smack bang in the middle of ones Tavern!".......he yawns and brings his hand to his mouth."Excuse me all this excitement has really taken it out of me"