Tristan notices the man, but then goes back to surveying the rest of the crowd focused on his mission, which may have blinded him to the intentions of others in the crowd.
OOC: (Dice were not in my favor rolled in game-log) Insight: 8 / Perception: 4
Tristan notices the man, but then goes back to surveying the rest of the crowd focused on his mission, which may have blinded him to the intentions of others in the crowd.
OOC: (Dice were not in my favor rolled in game-log) Insight: 8 / Perception: 4
You notice the man, but do not think he's a threat until you hear him shout.
As Thorne looks at the man, the man's eyes suddenly open and his brow furrows as he looks down at the table, and the man's arm slowly reaches back to a sheath hidden in his clothes and pull out a small curved-blade dagger, already red-tipped from usage. "Thief! Liar! Cheater! Give me your money!" the man roars, advancing towards the table with dagger in hand, droplets of beer.
Heads turn as they hear the roar, turning to shock as they see the blade. People scream and run out of the tavern, trampling over each other in their rush to escape.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
As the roar erupted through the tavern, Tristan was already on his feet, his eyes locking onto the man advancing with the dagger in hand. The sudden chaos swirled around him—patrons screaming, tables overturning—but the paladin remained a steady force amidst the panic. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, though he did not yet draw it. Violence, though sometimes necessary, was a last resort.
He stepped forward with measured strides, his voice cutting through the commotion with the calm authority of someone who had seen much darker days than this. "Peace, friend," Tristan called out, his tone firm yet gentle. "This path will lead only to regret. Put down your weapon, and we can resolve this without bloodshed."
His eyes, filled with calm resolve, met the man's, trying to pierce through the haze of anger.
"I understand your anger," Tristan continued, stepping carefully into the man’s path. "But this is not the way. You don't need to make a choice you cannot undo. There is another way. Let me help."
He kept his voice low but commanding, standing between the man and the rest of the tavern, his hand still resting on his sword as a reminder—but not a threat. There was still hope for peace, and Tristan would do everything in his power to ensure it.
Thorne stands up and quickly pockets the gold in front of him then draws his 2 short swords. Speaking to the armed men he is playing with, “Well men, looks like our work isn’t quite done. This guy seems to have a problem with our little game. Let’s get this settled so we can get back to our drinks!” Then to the man, “Easy there fellow, I do not know what your issue is with us enjoying what little free time we have in this world, but I suggest you check yourself and walk out of this establishment before you get yourself hurt or worse.”
OOC - let me know if I need to do any skill checks or if we are going into initiative.
OOC- not used to so many quick responses. Good job guys lol. I’ll defer my conversation with the man and say Tristan’s happened first, then mine second if needed.
Thruimar gives a wicked gaze at the individual, he calmly gets up, grabs his staff, shaking the dust off, "Nothing better than a good bar fight!" He walks up to the center of the bar, "Poosh", a flurry of sparks surround Thurimars body whimsically shifting from one side to the other. "May the shows begin!"
As the roar erupted through the tavern, Tristan was already on his feet, his eyes locking onto the man advancing with the dagger in hand. The sudden chaos swirled around him—patrons screaming, tables overturning—but the paladin remained a steady force amidst the panic. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, though he did not yet draw it. Violence, though sometimes necessary, was a last resort.
He stepped forward with measured strides, his voice cutting through the commotion with the calm authority of someone who had seen much darker days than this. "Peace, friend," Tristan called out, his tone firm yet gentle. "This path will lead only to regret. Put down your weapon, and we can resolve this without bloodshed."His eyes, filled with calm resolve, met the man's, trying to pierce through the haze of anger.
"I understand your anger," Tristan continued, stepping carefully into the man’s path. "But this is not the way. You don't need to make a choice you cannot undo. There is another way. Let me help."
He kept his voice low but commanding, standing between the man and the rest of the tavern, his hand still resting on his sword as a reminder—but not a threat. There was still hope for peace, and Tristan would do everything in his power to ensure it.
Thorne stands up and quickly pockets the gold in front of him then draws his 2 short swords. Speaking to the armed men he is playing with, “Well men, looks like our work isn’t quite done. This guy seems to have a problem with our little game. Let’s get this settled so we can get back to our drinks!” Then to the man, “Easy there fellow, I do not know what your issue is with us enjoying what little free time we have in this world, but I suggest you check yourself and walk out of this establishment before you get yourself hurt or worse.”
OOC - let me know if I need to do any skill checks or if we are going into initiative.
Thruimar gives a wicked gaze at the individual, he calmly gets up, grabs his staff, shaking the dust off, "Nothing better than a good bar fight!" He walks up to the center of the bar, "Poosh", a flurry of sparks surround Thurimars body whimsically shifting from one side to the other. "May the shows begin!"
OCC:
(cantrip Prestidigitation-sparks)
Tristan and Thorne both begin talking at the same time, and Thurimar is enveloped in a cloud of sparks. In a confused rage, he drops his dagger and clutches his head. He looks up, eyes filled with hate. "Get out of my head!" he screams while charging towards Thorne.
(OOC: His initiative: 1. Can someone roll initiative for you all?)
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
As the man charged in a blind rage, Tristan knew words alone wouldn’t be enough. His heart sank at the sight of the man’s torment, but there was no time to hesitate. With the fluid grace of a seasoned warrior, he surged forward, stepping into the man’s path before he could reach Thorne.
Instead of drawing his sword, Tristan’s arms shot out, wrapping around the man in a firm, controlled grapple. His grip was strong but not cruel—meant to restrain, not harm.
"Stay your hand!" Tristan’s voice was steady, as he moved "This rage will only lead to your ruin. Let go of the hate. I’ll help you through this. Just let go."
His words, though quiet, carried the weight of his oath. Even in the heat of combat, Tristan’s focus was on saving the man from the darkness that consumed him.
OOC - I will wait for DM to rule if man is grappled (held on to) or fully restrained by Tristan. I rolled attacks intending on non-lethal damage to knock him unconscious but will go another way if he is fully retrained.
As the man charged in a blind rage, Tristan knew words alone wouldn’t be enough. His heart sank at the sight of the man’s torment, but there was no time to hesitate. With the fluid grace of a seasoned warrior, he surged forward, stepping into the man’s path before he could reach Thorne.
Instead of drawing his sword, Tristan’s arms shot out, wrapping around the man in a firm, controlled grapple. His grip was strong but not cruel—meant to restrain, not harm.
"Stay your hand!" Tristan’s voice was steady, as he moved "This rage will only lead to your ruin. Let go of the hate. I’ll help you through this. Just let go."
His words, though quiet, carried the weight of his oath. Even in the heat of combat, Tristan’s focus was on saving the man from the darkness that consumed him.
OOC:
Tristan's attack to initiate the grapple l: 21
The man strains in Tristan's grip, trying to get at Thorne, but isn't strong enough to escape the paladin's grip. Being stopped so quickly took a toll on him, as he first retches and then vomits ale, the liquid spilling out of his mouth and forming a large pool on the floor. His arms go limp in Tristan's grasp as he kneels on the floor. But as the effects of the drink slowly leave him and as he hears Tristan's words, his eyes lose all traces of hate. Standing up and then looking around, he sees the damage that he has caused. Coughing, he mumbles to himself before announcing to the tavern, "I am sorry."
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
As the man went limp in his arms, Tristan loosened his hold, allowing the man to kneel without resistance. He felt the shift in the man—the hate and rage drained away, replaced by shame and exhaustion. Tristan's grip softened into something more supportive, steadying the man as he retched and spilled the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
The paladin knelt down beside him, placing a hand gently on his back, his voice low and reassuring. "You're safe now. It's over."
As he stood and looked around in realization, Tristan rose with him, keeping a watchful eye but offering no judgment. When the apology came, Tristan nodded slightly, his expression one of quiet understanding.
"You’ve made the first step," Tristan said softly, stepping aside to give him the space to face what had happened. "Now, find peace with yourself. The past doesn’t define you. By chance you wouldn't happen to know a Kaelen would you? His sister Elira asked me to find him and deliver a message."
Thorne nods to Tristan in thanks and walks up to the man and offers him a goodberry. It seems as if this man could use some nourishment to recover from his bout of drinking. Goodberry: Eating a berry restores 1 Hit Point, and the berry provides enough nourishment to sustain a creature for one day.
Thorne also goes around and starts repairing any minor damages he sees. (Cantrip) Mending: As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it, leaving no trace of the former damage.
Thorne nods to Tristan in thanks and walks up to the man and offers him a goodberry. It seems as if this man could use some nourishment to recover from his bout of drinking. Goodberry: Eating a berry restores 1 Hit Point, and the berry provides enough nourishment to sustain a creature for one day.
Thorne also goes around and starts repairing any minor damages he sees. (Cantrip) Mending: As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it, leaving no trace of the former damage.
The man takes the berry and pops it in his mouth, smiling as if his raging had never happened. As he walks out, you notice him hiding several gold coins in his pockets before he dashes off into the night. b
Thorne, walking around the tavern repairing objects, gains the good graces of the bartender. "Free drinks for the rest of the night!"
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
After seeing the gold coins as the man disappears into the night, Thorne checks his own belongings to see if any was his. He then goes over and grabs the fallen dagger, then sits at a barstool a mug of ale and offers one to Tristan and Thruimar (free from bartender). Then sees the musician is staring at them, being the only ones remaining in the tavern, and waves him over and orders him an ale also. To Tristan he says, "Thank you for your help there. That could've gone a lot worse had you not stepped in." And to Thruimar, "And I saw you were ready to step in as well. I appreciate it, cheers".
OOC - If needed for gold check and/or dagger check: Investigation 20 (16+4)
Tristan notices the man, but then goes back to surveying the rest of the crowd focused on his mission, which may have blinded him to the intentions of others in the crowd.
OOC:
(Dice were not in my favor rolled in game-log)
Insight: 8 / Perception: 4
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Thorne got a 12 on perception.
OOC - I will also be rolling in app on game log
13
You notice the man, but do not think he's a threat until you hear him shout.
As Thorne looks at the man, the man's eyes suddenly open and his brow furrows as he looks down at the table, and the man's arm slowly reaches back to a sheath hidden in his clothes and pull out a small curved-blade dagger, already red-tipped from usage. "Thief! Liar! Cheater! Give me your money!" the man roars, advancing towards the table with dagger in hand, droplets of beer.
Heads turn as they hear the roar, turning to shock as they see the blade. People scream and run out of the tavern, trampling over each other in their rush to escape.
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
OOC:
Do we roll for initiative?
As the roar erupted through the tavern, Tristan was already on his feet, his eyes locking onto the man advancing with the dagger in hand. The sudden chaos swirled around him—patrons screaming, tables overturning—but the paladin remained a steady force amidst the panic. His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, though he did not yet draw it. Violence, though sometimes necessary, was a last resort.
He stepped forward with measured strides, his voice cutting through the commotion with the calm authority of someone who had seen much darker days than this. "Peace, friend," Tristan called out, his tone firm yet gentle. "This path will lead only to regret. Put down your weapon, and we can resolve this without bloodshed."
His eyes, filled with calm resolve, met the man's, trying to pierce through the haze of anger.
"I understand your anger," Tristan continued, stepping carefully into the man’s path. "But this is not the way. You don't need to make a choice you cannot undo. There is another way. Let me help."
He kept his voice low but commanding, standing between the man and the rest of the tavern, his hand still resting on his sword as a reminder—but not a threat. There was still hope for peace, and Tristan would do everything in his power to ensure it.
OOC:
If needed Persuasion check: 13
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Thorne stands up and quickly pockets the gold in front of him then draws his 2 short swords. Speaking to the armed men he is playing with, “Well men, looks like our work isn’t quite done. This guy seems to have a problem with our little game. Let’s get this settled so we can get back to our drinks!” Then to the man, “Easy there fellow, I do not know what your issue is with us enjoying what little free time we have in this world, but I suggest you check yourself and walk out of this establishment before you get yourself hurt or worse.”
OOC - let me know if I need to do any skill checks or if we are going into initiative.
OOC- not used to so many quick responses. Good job guys lol. I’ll defer my conversation with the man and say Tristan’s happened first, then mine second if needed.
By now, Ozymandias has stopped playing, and looks on with interest.
Thruimar gives a wicked gaze at the individual, he calmly gets up, grabs his staff, shaking the dust off, "Nothing better than a good bar fight!" He walks up to the center of the bar, "Poosh", a flurry of sparks surround Thurimars body whimsically shifting from one side to the other. "May the shows begin!"
OCC:
(cantrip Prestidigitation-sparks)
Tristan and Thorne both begin talking at the same time, and Thurimar is enveloped in a cloud of sparks. In a confused rage, he drops his dagger and clutches his head. He looks up, eyes filled with hate. "Get out of my head!" he screams while charging towards Thorne.
(OOC: His initiative: 1. Can someone roll initiative for you all?)
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
19 flat d20 roll
(OOC: K. Anyone who wants to take a turn can)
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
As the man charged in a blind rage, Tristan knew words alone wouldn’t be enough. His heart sank at the sight of the man’s torment, but there was no time to hesitate. With the fluid grace of a seasoned warrior, he surged forward, stepping into the man’s path before he could reach Thorne.
Instead of drawing his sword, Tristan’s arms shot out, wrapping around the man in a firm, controlled grapple. His grip was strong but not cruel—meant to restrain, not harm.
"Stay your hand!" Tristan’s voice was steady, as he moved "This rage will only lead to your ruin. Let go of the hate. I’ll help you through this. Just let go."
His words, though quiet, carried the weight of his oath. Even in the heat of combat, Tristan’s focus was on saving the man from the darkness that consumed him.
OOC:
Tristan's attack to initiate the grapple l: 21
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
OOC - I will wait for DM to rule if man is grappled (held on to) or fully restrained by Tristan. I rolled attacks intending on non-lethal damage to knock him unconscious but will go another way if he is fully retrained.
The man strains in Tristan's grip, trying to get at Thorne, but isn't strong enough to escape the paladin's grip. Being stopped so quickly took a toll on him, as he first retches and then vomits ale, the liquid spilling out of his mouth and forming a large pool on the floor. His arms go limp in Tristan's grasp as he kneels on the floor. But as the effects of the drink slowly leave him and as he hears Tristan's words, his eyes lose all traces of hate. Standing up and then looking around, he sees the damage that he has caused. Coughing, he mumbles to himself before announcing to the tavern, "I am sorry."
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
As the man went limp in his arms, Tristan loosened his hold, allowing the man to kneel without resistance. He felt the shift in the man—the hate and rage drained away, replaced by shame and exhaustion. Tristan's grip softened into something more supportive, steadying the man as he retched and spilled the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
The paladin knelt down beside him, placing a hand gently on his back, his voice low and reassuring. "You're safe now. It's over."
As he stood and looked around in realization, Tristan rose with him, keeping a watchful eye but offering no judgment. When the apology came, Tristan nodded slightly, his expression one of quiet understanding.
"You’ve made the first step," Tristan said softly, stepping aside to give him the space to face what had happened. "Now, find peace with yourself. The past doesn’t define you. By chance you wouldn't happen to know a Kaelen would you? His sister Elira asked me to find him and deliver a message."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Thorne nods to Tristan in thanks and walks up to the man and offers him a goodberry. It seems as if this man could use some nourishment to recover from his bout of drinking.
Goodberry: Eating a berry restores 1 Hit Point, and the berry provides enough nourishment to sustain a creature for one day.
Thorne also goes around and starts repairing any minor damages he sees.
(Cantrip) Mending: As long as the break or tear is no larger than 1 foot in any dimension, you mend it, leaving no trace of the former damage.
The man takes the berry and pops it in his mouth, smiling as if his raging had never happened. As he walks out, you notice him hiding several gold coins in his pockets before he dashes off into the night. b
Thorne, walking around the tavern repairing objects, gains the good graces of the bartender. "Free drinks for the rest of the night!"
DM: Westeros - A D&D Homebrew Campaign
Please use with caution. Batteries not included.
"I would like the world to remember me as the guy who really enjoyed playing games and sharing his knowledge and his fun pastimes with everybody else." - Gary Gygax
After seeing the gold coins as the man disappears into the night, Thorne checks his own belongings to see if any was his. He then goes over and grabs the fallen dagger, then sits at a barstool a mug of ale and offers one to Tristan and Thruimar (free from bartender). Then sees the musician is staring at them, being the only ones remaining in the tavern, and waves him over and orders him an ale also. To Tristan he says, "Thank you for your help there. That could've gone a lot worse had you not stepped in." And to Thruimar, "And I saw you were ready to step in as well. I appreciate it, cheers".
OOC - If needed for gold check and/or dagger check: Investigation 20 (16+4)