Phrael sat at the table, one arm placed near the recently lit candle, twisting it about, the other resting on a nearby chair. "Of course. Yagra's got me out of a few tight spots herself. If she's in trouble, I'd be there in a second to back her up. A split-second. A reaction!" He'd chuckle as he looked away from Bonnie toward the half-orc. "How are things around here? Yourself? Durnan?" A side glance back to the barmaid.
Kebron Walks into the Yawning Portal grumpy and grumbling under his breath. "Bleedin pet retrieval, I dinna spend my life training ta fight just to go fetchin runaway furballs. Shoulda roasted the damn thing for supper." Kebron spots Phrael at a table and makes his way over, then plops himself down in a chair, interrupting whatever Bonnie and Phrael were discussing. He looks at Phrael, and then the table and then back to Phrael. "Nothin's sadder then a empty table in a tavern lad, I'm hoping ya got Bonnie lass workin to remdy this problem, with the good stuff this time. Kebron looks up at Bonnie smiles, a genuine smile and in a sweet voice. "Hullo Bonnie lass, lookin lovely as ever I see."Kebron looks at Bonnie then to Phrael, and then back to Bonnie again realization dawning on him "Ohhhh did I interrupts you two?"
Phrael lifts a hand in greeting to Kebron before resting it back on the nearby chair, "I put in an order, Kebron, but you know I can't handle the stronger stuff. Not for long anyways." His gaze once again falling upon Yagra, still curious to how the half-orc is and what's got her so riled. "Never! You're always welcome at my table, Kebron. Our table? This table..."
OOC: I will take the first even with that 8, oofa!
Entering the bar Quinn (Solace) surveys the other patrons before making their way silently to the table having spotted their companions. Nodding at each companion Quinn takes a seat but does not trouble anyone for a drink. Sitting silently Quinn just observes the conversation and the other patrons around their table.
Kebron! I thought you forgot about good ol' Bonnie...wait a moment..I see you haven't trimmed your beard like I told you last time, you are still single and certainly aren't growing any younger.
Bonnie turns too Phrael with a look that suggests Kebron's reaction to that comment is going to be gold, and says - Durnan is sure something big is about to happen...some factions have been taking their quarrels to the streets and he says that never ends well.
Kebron’s eyes narrow at Bomne’s comment as his hand reflexively goes to his beard to give it a soothing stroke as if it’s feelings were hurt at the suggestion of being trimmed.
Now see here lassie ya don’t just go and start cutting off pieces of perfection. This beard is a work of art, bard have sung if it’s lemgth, it’s fullness, and it’s ability to strike fear in me foes hearts at the mere sight of it. And the ladies oh ho ho, the ladies love me beard. They love to stroke it and they love the way it tickles their.....well that’s a story after we have a few drinks. Now I know Phrael put in a order((Kebron turns to Phrael)) Thank your for that lad. ((Kebron turn back to Bonnie)) but ya got me curious what’s this about fightin in the streets?
Flux enters the Yawning Portal before long. As per the usual, as soon as his caught a proper wiff of the place, he breathes in deep the varied scents, and then lets out a satisfied 'Aww'. And as per the usual, stopping in front of the door invariable caused one of the patrons either leaving or attempting to enter the place to scowl, shove, or bad mouthed the blue-scaled 'dragonborn'. One apologetic half-smile/half-incidentally menacing glance later, he drifts on to find the rest of his party.
"Sir Kebron. Sir Pheral. Quin. I do hope you forgive the tardiness." Flux intones calmly as he finishes loosening his shield and setting it next to his chair. "Oh, and pleasure as always, Bonnie."He gives an awkward but toothy grin if she is still at the table. After he props his elbows on the table and stepples his fingers together. "So, about whether or not our last patron's feline had in fact been an Imp."He trails off there to watch everyone's reaction closely.
When Bonnie turns to Phrael knowing she might have gotten under Kebron's skin, the wood elf can't help but snicker aloud. "I'm mighty jealous of your beard, Kebron. Grow one myself if I could." Hand reaching up to stroke against his stubble free chin. Lost in thought about what could be until Quinn gets into his line of sight, quickly followed by the arrival of Flux"Well met, Quinn, Flux. Order of drinks is coming up if you're thirsty. On me after that successful pet retrieval.." Pausing to contemplate what the feline being an imp would mean to the groups success. "Uh, well, they already paid us so I guess the nobles got an imp for a pet now! Which ain't half bad if you ask me." Not putting much thought into it as he turns to listen to what Bonnie might have to say about quarrels among the factions.
"I don't know about any of you but I think I'd know the difference," Quinn says abruptly but falls quiet again keeping a wary eye on the bar patrons as usual.
Quinn always seems quite the cautious sort when they aren't working on a task involving their crafts of stealth or alchemy. Their tone is genderless and their accent seems slightly foreign to most even in a big city like Waterdeep.
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Before excusing herself to fetch the table's order Bonnie says:
You really were caught up on a demanding task if you´ve missed all that's been going on...well, everyone says around here (lowers her voice and gets closer to the group) that the Zhents and Xanathar's are now plainly hostile between each other, no more "I don't meddle in your affairs if you leave mine alone" if you know what I mean...at least that's what I've heard.
OCC - Now I'll leave you to roleplay a bit if you want, discuss your previous job (which is entirely yours to set as a background of your group), just assume that you spend a couple of hours at the Yawning portal before the following situation unfolds:
You continue talking and celebrating as usual, after a couple of hours the inn is almost to its full capacity your table with plates cleared of all food and half-drained tankards (except Kebron's), the sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?
Flux gave a curt nod in thanks to Kebron, but wouldn't let the offer of drink distract him from giving everyone a speculative look. A throaty grumble emanated from the genasi at Phrael blazai(ze? zay?) response, and Quinn's eventually turns into a heavy sigh. "Perhaps I am being paranoid again." He states dryly. At Bonnie's last words before the Order, Flux perks up at the mention of Zhents. But almost as soon as the flicker of interest entered his expression, he goes back to the topic of "imps", history of some giants of his home in the north masquerading as innocent beings, and reasons why they should at least do some follow-up work. Just to be sure.
Though as everyone knew by now, all it took was mention his insistence as an obsession over non-sense again for him to get him to clam up with a brine smelling huff. Flux spends the rest of the hour mostly quiet; only really interjecting as necessary to keep the peace. And as per the usual, it takes him forever to drink or eat anything ordered without offering a prayer that was one part ritual, the other part old habit. Having dined with him at least more than one occasions, Kebron at least would know to quickly pull his drink off the table before it too became 'purified' at the prayers completion.
Later....
"Oh my. Is that not your friend, Sir Pheral?" The Dragon-man turns and asks of Pheral. "And did she just mention... mate killing?" He asks, shifting then to don his shield: a circular buckler with a guantlet bearing an eye emblazoned on its surfaces. "Should we -- Oh.Quinn is gone."
Quinn moves as quickly and as far away from the brawl as possible but stays at a vantage point to watch it unfold.
If you stay at ground floor you'll need to roll perception to get any details of the fight, unless you try to climb on a beam to reach said vantage point, in which case you should roll acrobatics
OOC: Qs PP is 16 do I still need to roll? Seems like something they'd be able to notice with a high score like that. 21
Edit: Quinn backs away quickly finding an excellent vantage far enough away from the fight that no harm will come to them but still able to see the brawl well enough in safety.
OOC: Qs PP is 16 do I still need to roll? Seems like something they'd be able to notice with a high score like that. 21
Edit: Quinn backs away quickly finding an excellent vantage far enough away from the fight that no harm will come to them but still able to see the brawl well enough in safety.
mmm that makes sense, I wasn't considering PP, however, the only reason why I asked for the roll was because people are standing around the brawl by this point so you might lose some detail of what's happening, but then again 16 is more than enough.
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"That's a fair assessment, Quinn. Was it an Imp or a feisty feline with fangs to match!" Phrael rubbed at his arm where the devil of a pet had managed to get hold not actually expecting an answer. They were paid after all!. "It was a perilous task." He jokes in response to Bonnie before leaning in a bit. "Sounds like pretty serious stuff then. A lot more violence could break out on the streets or even in taverns without the assistance of the house ale if these factions are at each others throats..."
When his pint was finally brought around, Phrael took his time with it. Listening to the sounds of the bar and his companions converse. Even going along with Flux's paranoia over imps. An occasional glance was sent towards Yagra to check on the Half-orcs mood and whether or not he'd be able to approach tonight or wait for the morrow'. It wasn't looking good. Before he knew it his pint was finished and another would be brought around. The night continued on...
"Hmm?" Phrael looked away from his half-finished ale. Which number was this? "What's that, BlueBeard?" Turning to the 'dragonborn' before the crack of knuckles to jaw some how deafens the bar. A quick turn and grab of his bow as the wood elf leaps on to the table. Arrow already nocked and bowstring pulled back. There was no hesitation in the Rangers movements or doubt in his mind of what course of action to take when it came to protecting his friends and Yagra, as well as those at the table, were one of his greatest. He had noticed Quinn had slipped away. They were always able to take care of themselves. Hiding in shadows or amongst the crowd until they were ready to strike. Flux on the defensive, ready with shield and a mace to knock sense into those that needed it, and then Kebron. The determined, yet fierce fighter that Phrael never wanted to upset despite the dwarfs normal cheerful expressions toward the wood elf.
And the string was released. Arrow flying over the crowd, seeking out the tattooed figure.
Attack: 18 Damage: 7
(Let me know if I overstepped anything. I tried to ask appropriate questions in the messages before posting.)
"That's a fair assessment, Quinn. Was it an Imp or a feisty feline with fangs to match!" Phrael rubbed at his arm where the devil of a pet had managed to get hold not actually expecting an answer. They were paid after all!. "It was a perilous task." He jokes in response to Bonnie before leaning in a bit. "Sounds like pretty serious stuff then. A lot more violence could break out on the streets or even in taverns without the assistance of the house ale if these factions are at each others throats..."
When his pint was finally brought around, Phrael took his time with it. Listening to the sounds of the bar and his companions converse. Even going along with Flux's paranoia over imps. An occasional glance was sent towards Yagra to check on the Half-orcs mood and whether or not he'd be able to approach tonight or wait for the morrow'. It wasn't looking good. Before he knew it his pint was finished and another would be brought around. The night continued on...
"Hmm?" Phrael looked away from his half-finished ale. Which number was this? "What's that, BlueBeard?" Turning to the 'dragonborn' before the crack of knuckles to jaw some how deafens the bar. A quick turn and grab of his bow as the wood elf leaps on to the table. Arrow already nocked and bowstring pulled back. There was no hesitation in the Rangers movements or doubt in his mind of what course of action to take when it came to protecting his friends and Yagra, as well as those at the table, were one of his greatest. He had noticed Quinn had slipped away. They were always able to take care of themselves. Hiding in shadows or amongst the crowd until they were ready to strike. Flux on the defensive, ready with shield and a mace to knock sense into those that needed it, and then Kebron. The determined, yet fierce fighter that Phrael never wanted to upset despite the dwarfs normal cheerful expressions toward the wood elf.
And the string was released. Arrow flying over the crowd, seeking out the tattooed figure.
Attack: 9 Damage: 10
(Let me know if I overstepped anything. I tried to ask appropriate questions in the messages before posting.)
Before leaping over the tattoed figure, Yagra glances over your table and shows a confident grin, she moves a just a bit to make way for the arrow, however, it misses by a couple of inches, knowing that she's not fighting alone anymore she lands a powerful blow that lands and shatters her enemy's nose. he quickly grabs his nose (or what's left of it) and backs up a bit Get her! - He screams
Kebron spends the time educating Phrael and the others on how studies have shown that hair does indeed grow depending on the quality and quantity of alcohol consumed, of special interest is how much hair grows on ones chest. Argues with Flux how the cat couldn’t be a imp because imps couldn’t pull off the sheer arrogance of cats, especially that damn cat, and begins to get disappointed because despite the food drink and good company. Nothing exciting is happening, then he hears the commotion coming from Yagra’s direction.
“OI! About time this party got started.” He starts to make his way over to Yagra just in case she needed some help. At the very least he’s hoping to get a good spot to watch the show.
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Phrael sat at the table, one arm placed near the recently lit candle, twisting it about, the other resting on a nearby chair. "Of course. Yagra's got me out of a few tight spots herself. If she's in trouble, I'd be there in a second to back her up. A split-second. A reaction!" He'd chuckle as he looked away from Bonnie toward the half-orc. "How are things around here? Yourself? Durnan?" A side glance back to the barmaid.
Kebron Walks into the Yawning Portal grumpy and grumbling under his breath. "Bleedin pet retrieval, I dinna spend my life training ta fight just to go fetchin runaway furballs. Shoulda roasted the damn thing for supper." Kebron spots Phrael at a table and makes his way over, then plops himself down in a chair, interrupting whatever Bonnie and Phrael were discussing. He looks at Phrael, and then the table and then back to Phrael. "Nothin's sadder then a empty table in a tavern lad, I'm hoping ya got Bonnie lass workin to remdy this problem, with the good stuff this time. Kebron looks up at Bonnie smiles, a genuine smile and in a sweet voice. "Hullo Bonnie lass, lookin lovely as ever I see." Kebron looks at Bonnie then to Phrael, and then back to Bonnie again realization dawning on him "Ohhhh did I interrupts you two?"
Phrael lifts a hand in greeting to Kebron before resting it back on the nearby chair, "I put in an order, Kebron, but you know I can't handle the stronger stuff. Not for long anyways." His gaze once again falling upon Yagra, still curious to how the half-orc is and what's got her so riled. "Never! You're always welcome at my table, Kebron. Our table? This table..."
OOC: I will take the first even with that 8, oofa!
Entering the bar Quinn (Solace) surveys the other patrons before making their way silently to the table having spotted their companions. Nodding at each companion Quinn takes a seat but does not trouble anyone for a drink. Sitting silently Quinn just observes the conversation and the other patrons around their table.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(You're truly Amazing Solace :|… Just jealous of the rolls by the way.)
Kebron! I thought you forgot about good ol' Bonnie...wait a moment..I see you haven't trimmed your beard like I told you last time, you are still single and certainly aren't growing any younger.
Bonnie turns too Phrael with a look that suggests Kebron's reaction to that comment is going to be gold, and says - Durnan is sure something big is about to happen...some factions have been taking their quarrels to the streets and he says that never ends well.
((OOC replying from phone so no colored text))
Kebron’s eyes narrow at Bomne’s comment as his hand reflexively goes to his beard to give it a soothing stroke as if it’s feelings were hurt at the suggestion of being trimmed.
Now see here lassie ya don’t just go and start cutting off pieces of perfection. This beard is a work of art, bard have sung if it’s lemgth, it’s fullness, and it’s ability to strike fear in me foes hearts at the mere sight of it. And the ladies oh ho ho, the ladies love me beard. They love to stroke it and they love the way it tickles their.....well that’s a story after we have a few drinks. Now I know Phrael put in a order((Kebron turns to Phrael)) Thank your for that lad. ((Kebron turn back to Bonnie)) but ya got me curious what’s this about fightin in the streets?
Flux enters the Yawning Portal before long. As per the usual, as soon as his caught a proper wiff of the place, he breathes in deep the varied scents, and then lets out a satisfied 'Aww'. And as per the usual, stopping in front of the door invariable caused one of the patrons either leaving or attempting to enter the place to scowl, shove, or bad mouthed the blue-scaled 'dragonborn'. One apologetic half-smile/half-incidentally menacing glance later, he drifts on to find the rest of his party.
"Sir Kebron. Sir Pheral. Quin. I do hope you forgive the tardiness." Flux intones calmly as he finishes loosening his shield and setting it next to his chair. "Oh, and pleasure as always, Bonnie." He gives an awkward but toothy grin if she is still at the table. After he props his elbows on the table and stepples his fingers together. "So, about whether or not our last patron's feline had in fact been an Imp." He trails off there to watch everyone's reaction closely.
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
When Bonnie turns to Phrael knowing she might have gotten under Kebron's skin, the wood elf can't help but snicker aloud. "I'm mighty jealous of your beard, Kebron. Grow one myself if I could." Hand reaching up to stroke against his stubble free chin. Lost in thought about what could be until Quinn gets into his line of sight, quickly followed by the arrival of Flux"Well met, Quinn, Flux. Order of drinks is coming up if you're thirsty. On me after that successful pet retrieval.." Pausing to contemplate what the feline being an imp would mean to the groups success. "Uh, well, they already paid us so I guess the nobles got an imp for a pet now! Which ain't half bad if you ask me." Not putting much thought into it as he turns to listen to what Bonnie might have to say about quarrels among the factions.
"I don't know about any of you but I think I'd know the difference," Quinn says abruptly but falls quiet again keeping a wary eye on the bar patrons as usual.
Quinn always seems quite the cautious sort when they aren't working on a task involving their crafts of stealth or alchemy. Their tone is genderless and their accent seems slightly foreign to most even in a big city like Waterdeep.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Before excusing herself to fetch the table's order Bonnie says:
You really were caught up on a demanding task if you´ve missed all that's been going on...well, everyone says around here (lowers her voice and gets closer to the group) that the Zhents and Xanathar's are now plainly hostile between each other, no more "I don't meddle in your affairs if you leave mine alone" if you know what I mean...at least that's what I've heard.
OCC - Now I'll leave you to roleplay a bit if you want, discuss your previous job (which is entirely yours to set as a background of your group), just assume that you spend a couple of hours at the Yawning portal before the following situation unfolds:
Note for Phrael: The Half-Orc is Yagra
Quinn moves as quickly and as far away from the brawl as possible but stays at a vantage point to watch it unfold.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Flux gave a curt nod in thanks to Kebron, but wouldn't let the offer of drink distract him from giving everyone a speculative look. A throaty grumble emanated from the genasi at Phrael blazai(ze? zay?) response, and Quinn's eventually turns into a heavy sigh. "Perhaps I am being paranoid again." He states dryly. At Bonnie's last words before the Order, Flux perks up at the mention of Zhents. But almost as soon as the flicker of interest entered his expression, he goes back to the topic of "imps", history of some giants of his home in the north masquerading as innocent beings, and reasons why they should at least do some follow-up work. Just to be sure.
Though as everyone knew by now, all it took was mention his insistence as an obsession over non-sense again for him to get him to clam up with a brine smelling huff. Flux spends the rest of the hour mostly quiet; only really interjecting as necessary to keep the peace. And as per the usual, it takes him forever to drink or eat anything ordered without offering a prayer that was one part ritual, the other part old habit. Having dined with him at least more than one occasions, Kebron at least would know to quickly pull his drink off the table before it too became 'purified' at the prayers completion.
Later....
"Oh my. Is that not your friend, Sir Pheral?" The Dragon-man turns and asks of Pheral. "And did she just mention... mate killing?" He asks, shifting then to don his shield: a circular buckler with a guantlet bearing an eye emblazoned on its surfaces. "Should we -- Oh.Quinn is gone."
Curerntly:
Player In:
Zalosultuvan: High-Elf "Park" Ranger - Road Trip(DM'd by leapingmountain)
Previously:
Player In:
Xeno: Simic Hybrid Madman-Coliseum of Conquest: 6W-0L| Total Downs: 1 (Retired)
DM In:
Lost Mines of Phandelver (Formerly run by Ceekay77)
If you stay at ground floor you'll need to roll perception to get any details of the fight, unless you try to climb on a beam to reach said vantage point, in which case you should roll acrobatics
OOC: Qs PP is 16 do I still need to roll? Seems like something they'd be able to notice with a high score like that. 21
Edit: Quinn backs away quickly finding an excellent vantage far enough away from the fight that no harm will come to them but still able to see the brawl well enough in safety.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
mmm that makes sense, I wasn't considering PP, however, the only reason why I asked for the roll was because people are standing around the brawl by this point so you might lose some detail of what's happening, but then again 16 is more than enough.
"That's a fair assessment, Quinn. Was it an Imp or a feisty feline with fangs to match!" Phrael rubbed at his arm where the devil of a pet had managed to get hold not actually expecting an answer. They were paid after all!. "It was a perilous task." He jokes in response to Bonnie before leaning in a bit. "Sounds like pretty serious stuff then. A lot more violence could break out on the streets or even in taverns without the assistance of the house ale if these factions are at each others throats..."
When his pint was finally brought around, Phrael took his time with it. Listening to the sounds of the bar and his companions converse. Even going along with Flux's paranoia over imps. An occasional glance was sent towards Yagra to check on the Half-orcs mood and whether or not he'd be able to approach tonight or wait for the morrow'. It wasn't looking good. Before he knew it his pint was finished and another would be brought around. The night continued on...
"Hmm?" Phrael looked away from his half-finished ale. Which number was this? "What's that, BlueBeard?" Turning to the 'dragonborn' before the crack of knuckles to jaw some how deafens the bar. A quick turn and grab of his bow as the wood elf leaps on to the table. Arrow already nocked and bowstring pulled back. There was no hesitation in the Rangers movements or doubt in his mind of what course of action to take when it came to protecting his friends and Yagra, as well as those at the table, were one of his greatest. He had noticed Quinn had slipped away. They were always able to take care of themselves. Hiding in shadows or amongst the crowd until they were ready to strike. Flux on the defensive, ready with shield and a mace to knock sense into those that needed it, and then Kebron. The determined, yet fierce fighter that Phrael never wanted to upset despite the dwarfs normal cheerful expressions toward the wood elf.
And the string was released. Arrow flying over the crowd, seeking out the tattooed figure.
Attack: 18 Damage: 7
(Let me know if I overstepped anything. I tried to ask appropriate questions in the messages before posting.)
(Of course...)
Before leaping over the tattoed figure, Yagra glances over your table and shows a confident grin, she moves a just a bit to make way for the arrow, however, it misses by a couple of inches, knowing that she's not fighting alone anymore she lands a powerful blow that lands and shatters her enemy's nose. he quickly grabs his nose (or what's left of it) and backs up a bit
Get her! - He screams
Roll initiative:
Bandit 1: 18
Bandit 2: 3
Bandit 3: 2
Bandit 4: 20
Tattoed Guy: 15
Yagra: 12
Kebron spends the time educating Phrael and the others on how studies have shown that hair does indeed grow depending on the quality and quantity of alcohol consumed, of special interest is how much hair grows on ones chest. Argues with Flux how the cat couldn’t be a imp because imps couldn’t pull off the sheer arrogance of cats, especially that damn cat, and begins to get disappointed because despite the food drink and good company. Nothing exciting is happening, then he hears the commotion coming from Yagra’s direction.
“OI! About time this party got started.” He starts to make his way over to Yagra just in case she needed some help. At the very least he’s hoping to get a good spot to watch the show.