(I will give Croak and Urselles 4 more hours for their initiative before moving on. If a player can't make an action for an extended period of time, over 18 hours, please inform us so that we can work the story around that.
There is also the action of the gnome, but since they are currently observing the actions of the group, I didn't see the need to press for an initiative from them.)
Croak stands there, disbelieving that Dar would actually attack him, as the wizard finishes off the incantations. Boabby, hearing this, pounces on Dar; wrapping him up in a massive bearhug. He then picks the wizard up with ease, arms still wrapped tight around Dar, and begins to literally walk him outside.
"You're not burning my tavern down you old fart! You know the rules, and I'm honestly getting tired of reminding you..." He takes a deep breath and yells directly into Dar's ear. "NO FIGHTING IN THE BAR!!!"
Dar protests, dangling from the large man's arms, his legs smacking into furniture and occasionally making a large clang. "It wouldn't have burned down the place, it would have just harm the Orc. He would have survived.. maybe. But that cleric would have saved him... probably."
Theodore your wand is in hand, what do you to do with it?
Shalech, you are nudge out of the way, by the pair pushing past you.
Urselles, you see this mingling of men advancing quickly towards you as you stand in the doorway.
Urselles notices the giant amount of people leaving and quickly moves back in, then she notices Boabby caring Dar out and rest of the commotion, she turns to the people still there, her voice a bit nervous “what in the world happened”
Theodore holds his action. Keeping his wand out prepared to cash his spell 'Shield' should he be attacked, he turns to Victor and Jack "Your friend seems rather short tempered, maybe either of you could be a bit more forthcoming with my friend here questions. Why did the guild disband?"
Jack and Victor rush over and take several drinks of whisky and looking at each other and away several times before Victor, the taller fellow, speaks up. "Um... Well you see... He... Um... He..."
"He never told us!" Jack chimes in.
Victor replies. "Yeah... He never told us."
Then the two of them take a physical step back and take a drink.
Boabby deposits Dar into the street, the old man stumbling a bit before being stable enough to turn to rage against Boabby.
"How dare you manhandle me you oof!" Dar yells at Boabby. Boabby just stares Dar silent, and then repeats. "No fighting in the tavern. Do it in the street like a civilized person." And then he turns, reenters, and hops back behind the bar.
(Sorry for the delayed response, I work construction on the U.S. east coast. 10+hr workdays are the norm)
The orcish fellow would have stood up, removing his cloak to reveal a scarred, bare chest, heavily tattooed with human symbolism and a family crest recognizable as one of a minor baron. Croak closes his eyes as the light intensifies, arms spread in a welcoming defiance. If any were left around to hear, Croak mutters in his native tongue "Finally"
The commotion jars Croaks eyes open as Boabby man-handles the wizard. "Now this is a man worthy of respect!" Croak thinks to himself as he resumes his seat, visibly shaken and without a drink to nurse.
Turning towards Urselles, "Aye greenskin, he has no right to talk to you like that. Glad to see the 'tender felt the same way and removed that rubbish from his establishment, wizardry be damned."
Croak is clearly unnerved with the encounter but remains seated.
Urselles leaned back a little and looked at the ""orc"", she raised hand a little bit of a shaking motion "it's fine, it's hard to look at someone as an equal when you've been told you're whole life that they're evil"
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Marvarax andSora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"Fuck'em. To reach an old age and still think there is nothing to be learned by others suggests a lifelong practice oin the art of ignorance. So me'mum used'ta say. 'Tever that means."
Upon seeing Boabby return, 'Aye! Good to see some integrity in these parts. Last time I complement a Wizard fer'sure! To think, err'one thinks of orcs and their ilk as aggressors!" Croak chuckles heartily, becoming more at ease while the observant notice a slight tremble in his hands as well as nervous twitches of the face and shoulders.