Drip watches as the orc, Kullota, dummies some dude with the flat of his sword. Not wanting to miss any more of the gnarly action, he hops up onto the bench beside Mother Anachain—no small feat when you’re only three and a half feet tall. Standing beside her, he casually grabs Kullota’s unclaimed tea, takes a sip, and says with a smirk, “Rough spot.”
With the conflict beginning to settle, Misa remains poised and observant, her eyes flicking to the newcomers blocking the door. Deciding that it's best to stay prepared, she stays where she is, waiting to see how things unfold with the orcs.
Mother Anachain is not impressed.She had never visited a tavern before and from her experience so far, she has not missed much.Back home was too small to need one, people gathered in homes or at the crossroads and there was no need for an establishment just for that purpose.The Broken Shield is a good argument to the idea that no town needs such an establishment.
Anachain had been content to mostly ignore the environment and the drama evolving around her but there comes a point where one simply cannot allow nonsense to get out of hand and the children need be corrected for everyone’s benefit.For Anachain the Orc throwing a perfectly good drink which wasn’t even his was that point…
Truth be told, this moist fella who jumped up on the bench deserves the same but one thing at a time…
Reaching out, Mother Anachain grabs at the Orc Ruffian’s ear and attempts to twist it, using it as a handle with which to control the misbehaving brute and bring him to a semblance of proper behavior.(Grapple vs Orc, MA’s Athletic’s check vs Orc’s Athletics or Acrobatics to see if Grapple successful…)
Anachain Athletics Check: 25
If successful, Mother Anachain looks to Drip with a stern stare and says “You will be paying for that drink and apologize for stealing it or you will be getting the same treatment!”That said, Anachain kicks the Orc in the rear and drags him 15 feet towards the nearest corner of the room.
Bonus Action Kick to the rear (aka Unarmed Strike): 10 to hit for 7bludgeoning damage... But prolly misses the boot to the butt.
If they reach the corner she adds “Now stand there facing the wall until you can behave yourself!” (Does not release the grapple.)
If the grapple was unsuccessful, Mother Anachain still gives the Orc a swift kick in the ass and instructs him to behave himself or else he’ll have to deal with her!
Drip barely flinches under Mother Anachain’s stern stare. He glances at the tea in his hand, then back at her, shrugging casually. “Sorry, dude, didn’t see your name on it,” he says with a laid-back grin. “Maybe try the decaf next time, dude—mellow out a bit.”
He takes another sip, completely unfazed, as if her threat and the orcs’ potential brewing wrath are just another wave to ride out.
Not even seeing the tall skinny woman in the skull mask approach, the orc is surprised and yelps at the attack on his ear. Leaning towards her as to lessen the pain, he lets her drag him towards a corner, "My argument isn't with you ma'am, that dwarf cheated me! And my friends, probably more than once!"
He doesn't notice that the Anachain tries to kick him as it goes wide, but he lets her drag him. Once they get to the corner, he holds his hands up and looks to her apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry, can we all leave? I see that Hank and his friend there seem to have you all to deal with now. Just knowin that helps the pain of being cheated. We'll leave if you ah.. let go my ear."
The orcs by the door nod in earnest, ready to leave this place.
Mother Anachain disregards Moist... For now. She has a real troublemaker to deal with first.
"Pay for the drink you threw and apologize to Togar and then you can leave!" Anachain says with a last little twist of the ear, then releases the orc, keeping her eyes on him.
Togar nods and clicks his beak shut, he weaves his taloned hands together and produces a chalice, then shaking it at the orc, says “Mead. I was having some delicious mead. Please.” His eyes blink a few times and he tilts his head.
The orc looks from Mother Anachain to the birdman at the table, he's thinking about challenging them, he's got his friends with him after all... but he's tired and sees the one dwarf bleeding out on the ground and figures it isn't worth it.
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a silver and tosses it on the table. "That uh, that should cover it. C'mon boys." and he storms out of the place, his two lackeys following.
Seeing that the situation has calmed down, Luca comes out from behind the bar and heads directly over to Amos. He starts panicking as he tries to stop the bleeding but he realizes using bar rags is probably not the best option. Medicine - 6. He obviously looks out of his element and looks up to Fable, "A little help?"
You all hear snoring coming from the base of the bar, and there lies Sully - passed out.
Hank will probably wake in about 30-40 seconds....
Kulloda lets his pulse slow and takes a few deep breaths. He looks at Amos, Sully and then Hank.
"They should not cheat," Kuloda says. Then points his sword at Hank. "Should finish him. Be simpler."
He looks around to the others as he stands by Hank with his sword ready. His stance, the way he's ready to kill, but the way he looks at everyone would remind anyone who has been to the rural arenas in the east of a gladiator waiting to see if the audience wants him to spare his opponent or not.
Anachain frowns at the Orc. He didn't actually apologize to Togar but he did pay for the drink. After a moment she decides perhaps she should let that go as good enough, there is already on bloody body soiling the floor already. Besides...
"And you?" Mother Anachain asks, looking towards the moist little fella standing on the bench. "Do you need your ear bent to or are you paying for the stolen drink as well?" She stands besides him staring and waiting and tapping her toe in impatience...
"Cheat?" she scoffs as she hears Kuloda. "Shouldn't a true fighter be able to adapt? Improvise? Overcome? Is not grabbing a sword at least as cheating as whatever that poor wee dwarf did?"
Misa turns and addresses Kulloda. “We need to think about the bigger picture here. You want to be paid, right? I doubt our Silk Lantern friends will be particularly pleased with us making a habit of murdering townsfolk, even if they are cheats. We are supposed to be helping this place, after all. Let him live.”
Drip looks up at Mother Anachain with his usual easygoing expression, then glances down at her impatiently tapping toe. He takes another sip of the tea, savoring it for a moment, before meeting her gaze again.
“Repayment, like the tide, comes in its own time, dude,” he says with a calm, almost mystical tone. “What’s taken will always find its way back, you know?”
He gives her a little nod, as if that settles everything, and casually reclines on the bench, completely non-committal but somehow making it sound profound.
“If cheating means they get your sword, Kulloda,” Anachain says, “I’d like to point out that this moist little fellow has stolen from us. What punishment do you mete out for that?” Perhaps she can kill two birds with one stone…
With the offense seeming to just be disrespect of Anachain, Kulloda loses interest in the little one bothering her and his crime.
He turns back to the barkeep and indicates the two dwarves.
"Should tell them to not cheat or cheat better," Kulloda says.
Satisfied that the encounter is at an end he starts towards the table the group had been looking to congregate at before he went off to look for information on the halfling soap seller.
Togar sets down his conjuratued cup, picking up the silver coin on the table as he walks by and then walks over to the one called Amos. He is coughing / retching as he does so, then holds out his taloned hand, coughing up something into it. He bends down and finds the gash that was bleeding the most and stuffs the pellet of hair, feathers, tiny bones into the wound, tilting his head back and forth as he does so. “Threre.” He looks up at the odd looks and says “What? That’s how my grandmammy used to do it! Better than letting him bleed out on the floor. He may have cheated, but the death penalty? Barbarians!” He stands back up, admiring his work.
"Yes, barbarians," Kulloda says, agreeing with Togar's description of the dwarves, oblivious to the fact the owlin might have meant someone else. "Should choose opponent better if decide use magic on them."
Mother Anachain sighs as Kulloda fails to take the bait but instead seems to have his bloodlust sated easily and can't get himself riled up again just for the defense of those he is with. A pity, that. But perhaps he just doesn't see the rest of the group as companions yet and it's not just total self interest... Time, perhaps, will tell.
"Well, my little moisture buddy, it seems you are spared the punishment of the brute's sword this time," Anachain says, perhaps with a bit of disappointment. "But tell me, is this what taverns are typically like or is the todo our fault?" She then sits next to their new found friend and picks up her own tea as if nothing had occurred. "And... You wouldn't know of a halfling girl, would you? A soap maker? The large one could surely use a bath..."
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Drip watches as the orc, Kullota, dummies some dude with the flat of his sword. Not wanting to miss any more of the gnarly action, he hops up onto the bench beside Mother Anachain—no small feat when you’re only three and a half feet tall. Standing beside her, he casually grabs Kullota’s unclaimed tea, takes a sip, and says with a smirk, “Rough spot.”
(Dodge Action)
With the conflict beginning to settle, Misa remains poised and observant, her eyes flicking to the newcomers blocking the door. Deciding that it's best to stay prepared, she stays where she is, waiting to see how things unfold with the orcs.
(Misa takes the Dodge action)
Mother Anachain is not impressed. She had never visited a tavern before and from her experience so far, she has not missed much. Back home was too small to need one, people gathered in homes or at the crossroads and there was no need for an establishment just for that purpose. The Broken Shield is a good argument to the idea that no town needs such an establishment.
Anachain had been content to mostly ignore the environment and the drama evolving around her but there comes a point where one simply cannot allow nonsense to get out of hand and the children need be corrected for everyone’s benefit. For Anachain the Orc throwing a perfectly good drink which wasn’t even his was that point…
Truth be told, this moist fella who jumped up on the bench deserves the same but one thing at a time…
Reaching out, Mother Anachain grabs at the Orc Ruffian’s ear and attempts to twist it, using it as a handle with which to control the misbehaving brute and bring him to a semblance of proper behavior. (Grapple vs Orc, MA’s Athletic’s check vs Orc’s Athletics or Acrobatics to see if Grapple successful…)
Anachain Athletics Check: 25
If successful, Mother Anachain looks to Drip with a stern stare and says “You will be paying for that drink and apologize for stealing it or you will be getting the same treatment!” That said, Anachain kicks the Orc in the rear and drags him 15 feet towards the nearest corner of the room.
Bonus Action Kick to the rear (aka Unarmed Strike): 10 to hit for 7 bludgeoning damage... But prolly misses the boot to the butt.
If they reach the corner she adds “Now stand there facing the wall until you can behave yourself!” (Does not release the grapple.)
If the grapple was unsuccessful, Mother Anachain still gives the Orc a swift kick in the ass and instructs him to behave himself or else he’ll have to deal with her!
Drip barely flinches under Mother Anachain’s stern stare. He glances at the tea in his hand, then back at her, shrugging casually. “Sorry, dude, didn’t see your name on it,” he says with a laid-back grin. “Maybe try the decaf next time, dude—mellow out a bit.”
He takes another sip, completely unfazed, as if her threat and the orcs’ potential brewing wrath are just another wave to ride out.
Not even seeing the tall skinny woman in the skull mask approach, the orc is surprised and yelps at the attack on his ear. Leaning towards her as to lessen the pain, he lets her drag him towards a corner, "My argument isn't with you ma'am, that dwarf cheated me! And my friends, probably more than once!"
He doesn't notice that the Anachain tries to kick him as it goes wide, but he lets her drag him. Once they get to the corner, he holds his hands up and looks to her apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry, can we all leave? I see that Hank and his friend there seem to have you all to deal with now. Just knowin that helps the pain of being cheated. We'll leave if you ah.. let go my ear."
The orcs by the door nod in earnest, ready to leave this place.
Mother Anachain disregards Moist... For now. She has a real troublemaker to deal with first.
"Pay for the drink you threw and apologize to Togar and then you can leave!" Anachain says with a last little twist of the ear, then releases the orc, keeping her eyes on him.
Togar nods and clicks his beak shut, he weaves his taloned hands together and produces a chalice, then shaking it at the orc, says “Mead. I was having some delicious mead. Please.” His eyes blink a few times and he tilts his head.
(Minor conjuration used)
The orc looks from Mother Anachain to the birdman at the table, he's thinking about challenging them, he's got his friends with him after all... but he's tired and sees the one dwarf bleeding out on the ground and figures it isn't worth it.
He digs into his pocket and pulls out a silver and tosses it on the table. "That uh, that should cover it. C'mon boys." and he storms out of the place, his two lackeys following.
Seeing that the situation has calmed down, Luca comes out from behind the bar and heads directly over to Amos. He starts panicking as he tries to stop the bleeding but he realizes using bar rags is probably not the best option. Medicine - 6. He obviously looks out of his element and looks up to Fable, "A little help?"
You all hear snoring coming from the base of the bar, and there lies Sully - passed out.
Hank will probably wake in about 30-40 seconds....
Kulloda lets his pulse slow and takes a few deep breaths. He looks at Amos, Sully and then Hank.
"They should not cheat," Kuloda says. Then points his sword at Hank. "Should finish him. Be simpler."
He looks around to the others as he stands by Hank with his sword ready. His stance, the way he's ready to kill, but the way he looks at everyone would remind anyone who has been to the rural arenas in the east of a gladiator waiting to see if the audience wants him to spare his opponent or not.
Anachain frowns at the Orc. He didn't actually apologize to Togar but he did pay for the drink. After a moment she decides perhaps she should let that go as good enough, there is already on bloody body soiling the floor already. Besides...
"And you?" Mother Anachain asks, looking towards the moist little fella standing on the bench. "Do you need your ear bent to or are you paying for the stolen drink as well?" She stands besides him staring and waiting and tapping her toe in impatience...
"Cheat?" she scoffs as she hears Kuloda. "Shouldn't a true fighter be able to adapt? Improvise? Overcome? Is not grabbing a sword at least as cheating as whatever that poor wee dwarf did?"
Kulloda looks at Anachain with a bit of confusion. Very clearly this one had never set foot in a competitive arena.
"If rules, then rules," Kulloda says. "If no rules, then no rules."
He looks down at Amos, nodding. "No rules. Use magic. He now adapted."
Kulloda looks down again at Hank.
"Just easier if kill him."
Misa turns and addresses Kulloda.
“We need to think about the bigger picture here. You want to be paid, right? I doubt our Silk Lantern friends will be particularly pleased with us making a habit of murdering townsfolk, even if they are cheats. We are supposed to be helping this place, after all. Let him live.”
Drip looks up at Mother Anachain with his usual easygoing expression, then glances down at her impatiently tapping toe. He takes another sip of the tea, savoring it for a moment, before meeting her gaze again.
“Repayment, like the tide, comes in its own time, dude,” he says with a calm, almost mystical tone. “What’s taken will always find its way back, you know?”
He gives her a little nod, as if that settles everything, and casually reclines on the bench, completely non-committal but somehow making it sound profound.
“If cheating means they get your sword, Kulloda,” Anachain says, “I’d like to point out that this moist little fellow has stolen from us. What punishment do you mete out for that?” Perhaps she can kill two birds with one stone…
Kulloda looks at Drip for the first time, already sensing the audience doesn’t want the dwarf killed.
”What that one steal?” Kulloda asks. “Is all tavern thieves?”
“The theft was small,” Anachain admits. “The disrespect immense.”
With the offense seeming to just be disrespect of Anachain, Kulloda loses interest in the little one bothering her and his crime.
He turns back to the barkeep and indicates the two dwarves.
"Should tell them to not cheat or cheat better," Kulloda says.
Satisfied that the encounter is at an end he starts towards the table the group had been looking to congregate at before he went off to look for information on the halfling soap seller.
"Where are drinks?"
Togar sets down his conjuratued cup, picking up the silver coin on the table as he walks by and then walks over to the one called Amos. He is coughing / retching as he does so, then holds out his taloned hand, coughing up something into it. He bends down and finds the gash that was bleeding the most and stuffs the pellet of hair, feathers, tiny bones into the wound, tilting his head back and forth as he does so. “Threre.” He looks up at the odd looks and says “What? That’s how my grandmammy used to do it! Better than letting him bleed out on the floor. He may have cheated, but the death penalty? Barbarians!” He stands back up, admiring his work.
Medicine : 11
"Yes, barbarians," Kulloda says, agreeing with Togar's description of the dwarves, oblivious to the fact the owlin might have meant someone else. "Should choose opponent better if decide use magic on them."
Mother Anachain sighs as Kulloda fails to take the bait but instead seems to have his bloodlust sated easily and can't get himself riled up again just for the defense of those he is with. A pity, that. But perhaps he just doesn't see the rest of the group as companions yet and it's not just total self interest... Time, perhaps, will tell.
"Well, my little moisture buddy, it seems you are spared the punishment of the brute's sword this time," Anachain says, perhaps with a bit of disappointment. "But tell me, is this what taverns are typically like or is the todo our fault?" She then sits next to their new found friend and picks up her own tea as if nothing had occurred. "And... You wouldn't know of a halfling girl, would you? A soap maker? The large one could surely use a bath..."