Gargan continues to move through the crowd as best he can, hoping to break through and get a view for what’s going on. Based on the noises the crowd was making he assumed that the brawl was really getting going now and he was keen to see his friends usual handiwork in action.
Upon breaking through the crowd and seeing Pimrick clashing with one of the combatants Gargan lends him aid by casting Chill Touch. His eyes briefly change from light blue to darkest black as a black shadowy hand materialises next to the fellow opposing Pimrick.
The hand reaches out towards him, grows and sornewhat subtely enevelopes his torso from the back. You can see him tense as pain shoots up his spine and a look of terror falls on his face. He looks weak and struggles to catch his breath, but is still standing.
cloudfur up unless you have a bonus action you want to take.
Dori would catch the tankard as it slides his way and in a single motion bring it up to take a long drink of its contents. “Much appreciated, Durnan.” The Goliath spinning about on the chair to watch as much of the fight as he could through the crowd. “Give ‘em hell!” Raising his drink
Pimrick wails in pain at sword slashing against him and moves back south as far as he can. "Bullying does not prosper, " he yells at guild2 as he throws a dart at the man's shoulder.
Sariel continues to play his viol trying to pick up the slow start. Performance6
He hops to the next table on the right, standing on it as it comes to his melodic turn between his duet with Threestrings.
Noticing the attack on Pimrick, Sariel sings a word, within the sound of his viol. "Recover." He sings as he cast Healing Word5Healed to Pimrick. (Bonus Action)
Cloudfur will hop down off the table and make his way towards the combatants...
"Excuse me........pardon me........make way.........." as he pushes he way through the crowd when he gets stuck he shouts "LOOK OUT! I THINK THAT TABAXI HAS RIGBY's ROTFUR!"
and when everyone turns to look at him he'll shamble like a zombie towards them and moan....once he clears the crowd he turns back to them and winks - then turns to face guild3 and makes a snapping motion with his arm and from the end of it springs a a long, vine-like whip covered in thorns that lashes out at guild3
Varis emerges from the crowd, sees Krentz on the ground, Pimrick with #4 well in hand, and Yagra barelling towards #1, and Dori perched on a stool reaching for a mug sliding towards him on the bar. He makes a gesture towards #3, mutters some words and the man immediately covers is ears as the sound of what seems like a church bell rings loudly in the air, dealing 7 necrotic damage. As he's cringing at the sound and pain in his head, Cloudfur's vine comes flying out from his hand the man right across the back sending him straight to the ground prone and unmoving.
As Pimrick backs up Guild2, still gasping for air, takes a wild swipe at him but only finds air. He turns, grabbing a dart from his belt and whips it back towards his adversary. It lands firmly in the man's neck, taking him down.
Guild3 looks around nervously and runs over to his remaing ally. He takes a swing at Yagra, landing a blow across her arm for 4 damage.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”. The crowd scatters in panic at the sight of the huge creature, taking refuge behind anything they can find.
Durnan grabs a greatsword out from behind his bar and leaps over the suface past Dori, knocking his drink out of his hand. He yells to the lot of you "Augh! Take out those little bloodsuckers and I'll keep the beast busy!"
Back to the top, Varis, Cloudfur, Gargan, Pimrick go before the Troll's and Stirge's turn, Dori and Sariel, then bandits.
Pimrick smiles as the guild member. goes down. I wish i could have done that to Grandfather.
Once Pimrick notices the newcomers to the battle he draws his short sword. "Down with you beast as he flies over the crow 40 ft in front of Strige1 and slashes the stirge.
As the troll and stirges appear Gargans attention is immediately drawn to them. His eyes have narrowed now and his expression has changed to something much more fierce, anyone who might happen to catch a glance at him could swear it was almost cold-blooded. This was no longer a mere bar brawl. The Dragonborn moves closer to the bar, placing himself between the barkeep and Dori, and then his eyes once again turn to darkness as he grips his staff channeling his power through the orb embedded at its tip. As he begins to chant what sounds like echoing whispers the clear orb turns dark itself before he finishes casting a sleep spell into the midst of the stirges.
The spell is centred at the point between stirge 2 and 3 at their rear, covering a 20ft radius and affecting 29 hitpoints with of creatures.
Seeing the Troll and the stirges climb up out of the hole, Cloudfur turns to face them and scowls a bit. That was so not nice of them to interrupt. His tail however begins to twitch excitedly.....
"Ok....ok.....calm down back there....." and he'll advance on the newest threats and shout "SHE-LAY-LAY!" and the tree trunk he was carrying starts to glow as he casts Shillelagh on it and then swings at the nearest enemy!
[Quarterstaff (Shillelagh): 17 Damage: 3 points of magical damage]
Hearing Durnan's suggestion Varis pulls two daggers from his belt, runs up close enough to hit and throws them at the Stirges (1 & 2). With stunning accuracy he strikes both and they fall to the floor with a splat.
Cloudfur swings his staff at the remaining Stirge and sends it flying into a post by the bar where it leaves a trail of blood as it slides down to the floor.
Gargan mutters the incantation as he pulls a pinch of sand from his pouch and throws it towards the troll. The 6 Stirges attached to it fall to the ground unconscious .. and so does Cloudfur. As he slumps to the ground the surrounding vines retreat back into the floor. The troll looks around a little confused, but is unaffected.
Pimrick runs in and as he watches the Stirges fall he redirects towards one of the remaining bandits (Troll would be out of movement range). He slices up the front of his chest, cutting through the armor and leaving blood running out of the gash.
Free of the parasites that were feeding on him you can see the troll perk up and watch as some of his wounds heal. Having come up to feed on some surface dwellers he intends to do just that, and charges in towards Varis and Durnan. He bites at Varis for 6 damage, and takes two swipes at Durnan with has claws. Durnan ducks the first but the second leaves 4 streaks of blood across his arm.
Watching the brawl from his seat with a drink in one hand while the other tapped against his leg to the sounds of Sariel and Threestrings, Dori was rather enjoying himself despite not being a part of the tussle this time around. "Almost time for a refill, Durnan." The goliath just barely able to get out before the shouts of alarm rang louder than the music.
A bit confused to what was suddenly happening, Dori was slow to react in time to Durnan leaping over the bar and spilling his drink, "I'm not paying for that one!"He'd rise from the chair with plans to brush himself off of the remaining ale that soiled his clothes, but finally seeing what all the commotion was about, the goliath was able to smile once again."Now this is what I was looking for!"
Dori would kick off from his spot, past Durnan and shove against the troll, hoping to knock the creature off of their feet.
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"Threestrings, take over the music for me!"Sariel says after the troll just appeared. Usually, smiling and jovial, Sariel now has a concerned look. Getting in range, he puts his viol away and pulls out his shield and mace. He steps forward and points his finger at the Troll. Hearing the music behind him, he timed his casting Toll the Dead to the beat. 8Damage
Dori manages to throw the troll off his balance and topples the troll to the ground, just as Sariel's spell hits him (I added 2 to the damage - Toll should be 1d12 as the troll is not at full HP).
The two remaining Xanathar croneys decide it's time to bug out and turn to run towards the exit. Both Pimrick and Yagra take departing blows, one on each. Pimrick strikes and takes one down. Yagra misses. The final bandit doesn't even look back and just runs out the door.
Yagra shrugs and heads back over to the troll. She hefts her mace over her head and clubs the troll on the ground twice for 9 damage.
As Durnan charges in he yells "Grab a lamp from the wall and get ready to light this beastie on fire when he goes down!". He swings his great sword at the fallen troll 4 times, hitting 3 of them for 26 damage. The troll is still moving but is looking pretty brutalized as it tries to get up from the ground.
Back to the top - Varis, Gargan, Pimrick. Cloudfur is sleeping. Troll is prone so advantage on melee attacks, disadvantage on ranged.
Listening to Durnans words Gargan moves to get clear line of sight to the Troll through the melee and prepares himself to launch fire at it. As he prepares himself for the right moment he shouts “I am ready to launch fire bolts the moment it goes down, leave me a gap.”
Gargan moves round behind Durnan where there is a gap and readies a fire bolt to be unleashed when it is downed.
Curled up on the floor with his tail around under his chin - Cloudfur sleeps peacefully amid all of the ruckus going on around him. Occasionally his ears twitch at particularly loud sounds.
Varis reaches out his hand and sends a small ball of fire flying towards the beast laying on the ground just as it's trying to sit up. It explodes squarely in his chest pinning him back to the ground and leaving a small charred crater in his chest. The troll lies motionless. Quickly, Pimrick grabs a lamp from the wall and overturns it overtop the corpse, dousing it in oil, and then leaps back just as Gargan's fire bolt flies in and ignites it in a blaze of glory.
Durnan leans in and grabs the only limb that isn't on fire, drags the flaming mess towards the well and sends it careening back down to the underdark. Krentz and two of his lackeys regain consciousness through the assistance of onlookers, and quickly get up and limp out of the bar. Durnan looks at the remaining Xanathar guild member laying in a pool of blood on the floor, a giant gash across the front of his body. "Well, best for all of us the Watch don't find this here!", and rolls the body down after the troll. "Ye best be careful the lot of ya - the City Watch will overlook a common bar brawl but if somebody snuffs it, ye'll be payin the price far it".
Cloudfur comes to and sits up. He sees nothing. Lots of commotion, but no one fighting, no bodies. A bit confused he gets up, wondering if maybe he's lost his mind. Then from behind him the 6 remaining sturges, still full from feeding on the trolls blood, fly straight over his head and down into the pit.
Yagra comes up to the lot of you. "I'm glad you were here for that monster but I could have taken those others. I appreciate the help, but next time don't interfere".
Durnan and his staff along with some friendly patrons start to clean up, mopping the blood off the floor and righting furniture. Before long people fill the tables around you and drinks start parading out of the kitchen. It's as if nothing happened. You get the sense this is .. not an uncommon event here.
As you're standing there still reeling from the situation, a man in a robe and a large floppy hat pushes through to where you standing. "You be adventurers, am I right? I could use your help. Let’s find a table to talk, shall we?". He gestures towards a table in a back corner of the tavern. "I promise I'll make it worth your while!"
Varis, looking pretty beat up, looks at the group and says "You go ahead. That thing really freaked me out and I'm in a lot of pain. I need some rest - I'll try to catch up with you later".
Gargan continues to move through the crowd as best he can, hoping to break through and get a view for what’s going on. Based on the noises the crowd was making he assumed that the brawl was really getting going now and he was keen to see his friends usual handiwork in action.
Even at half movement you can get through enough of the crowd to have a clear view of what's going on, if you want to take any action.
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Gargan
Upon breaking through the crowd and seeing Pimrick clashing with one of the combatants Gargan lends him aid by casting Chill Touch. His eyes briefly change from light blue to darkest black as a black shadowy hand materialises next to the fellow opposing Pimrick.
Spell Attack:13 Necrotic Damage:3
The hand reaches out towards him, grows and sornewhat subtely enevelopes his torso from the back. You can see him tense as pain shoots up his spine and a look of terror falls on his face. He looks weak and struggles to catch his breath, but is still standing.
cloudfur up unless you have a bonus action you want to take.
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Dori would catch the tankard as it slides his way and in a single motion bring it up to take a long drink of its contents. “Much appreciated, Durnan.” The Goliath spinning about on the chair to watch as much of the fight as he could through the crowd. “Give ‘em hell!” Raising his drink
Pimrick wails in pain at sword slashing against him and moves back south as far as he can. "Bullying does not prosper, " he yells at guild2 as he throws a dart at the man's shoulder.
Attack: 22 Damage: 5
Sariel continues to play his viol trying to pick up the slow start. Performance 6
He hops to the next table on the right, standing on it as it comes to his melodic turn between his duet with Threestrings.
Noticing the attack on Pimrick, Sariel sings a word, within the sound of his viol. "Recover." He sings as he cast Healing Word 5 Healed to Pimrick. (Bonus Action)
Angiro Zenjin - Level 4 Half Elf Cleric (Life Domain)
Diangar Legna - Level 1 Aasimar Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Xerim Phimm - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric (War Domain)
Sariel Phyll - Level 1 Wood Elf Cleric (Trickery Domain)
Geord Terran - Level 1 Earth Genasi Cleric (Nature Domain)
Af Brazenell - Level 5 Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
Rafell Sylmith - Level 1 Pallid Elf (Twilight Domain)
Cloudfur
Cloudfur will hop down off the table and make his way towards the combatants...
"Excuse me........pardon me........make way.........." as he pushes he way through the crowd when he gets stuck he shouts "LOOK OUT! I THINK THAT TABAXI HAS RIGBY's ROTFUR!"
and when everyone turns to look at him he'll shamble like a zombie towards them and moan....once he clears the crowd he turns back to them and winks - then turns to face guild3 and makes a snapping motion with his arm and from the end of it springs a a long, vine-like whip covered in thorns that lashes out at guild3
thorn whip [Spell Attack: 12 Damage: 6 piercing]
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Varis emerges from the crowd, sees Krentz on the ground, Pimrick with #4 well in hand, and Yagra barelling towards #1, and Dori perched on a stool reaching for a mug sliding towards him on the bar. He makes a gesture towards #3, mutters some words and the man immediately covers is ears as the sound of what seems like a church bell rings loudly in the air, dealing 7 necrotic damage. As he's cringing at the sound and pain in his head, Cloudfur's vine comes flying out from his hand the man right across the back sending him straight to the ground prone and unmoving.
As Pimrick backs up Guild2, still gasping for air, takes a wild swipe at him but only finds air. He turns, grabbing a dart from his belt and whips it back towards his adversary. It lands firmly in the man's neck, taking him down.
Guild3 looks around nervously and runs over to his remaing ally. He takes a swing at Yagra, landing a blow across her arm for 4 damage.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”. The crowd scatters in panic at the sight of the huge creature, taking refuge behind anything they can find.
Durnan grabs a greatsword out from behind his bar and leaps over the suface past Dori, knocking his drink out of his hand. He yells to the lot of you "Augh! Take out those little bloodsuckers and I'll keep the beast busy!"
Back to the top, Varis, Cloudfur, Gargan, Pimrick go before the Troll's and Stirge's turn, Dori and Sariel, then bandits.
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Pimrick smiles as the guild member. goes down. I wish i could have done that to Grandfather.
Once Pimrick notices the newcomers to the battle he draws his short sword. "Down with you beast as he flies over the crow 40 ft in front of Strige1 and slashes the stirge.
Attack: 13 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
since it was unable to parse dice roll I am rolling attack again
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Gargan
As the troll and stirges appear Gargans attention is immediately drawn to them. His eyes have narrowed now and his expression has changed to something much more fierce, anyone who might happen to catch a glance at him could swear it was almost cold-blooded. This was no longer a mere bar brawl. The Dragonborn moves closer to the bar, placing himself between the barkeep and Dori, and then his eyes once again turn to darkness as he grips his staff channeling his power through the orb embedded at its tip. As he begins to chant what sounds like echoing whispers the clear orb turns dark itself before he finishes casting a sleep spell into the midst of the stirges.
The spell is centred at the point between stirge 2 and 3 at their rear, covering a 20ft radius and affecting 29 hitpoints with of creatures.
Cloudfur
Seeing the Troll and the stirges climb up out of the hole, Cloudfur turns to face them and scowls a bit. That was so not nice of them to interrupt. His tail however begins to twitch excitedly.....
"Ok....ok.....calm down back there....." and he'll advance on the newest threats and shout "SHE-LAY-LAY!" and the tree trunk he was carrying starts to glow as he casts Shillelagh on it and then swings at the nearest enemy!
[Quarterstaff (Shillelagh): 17 Damage: 3 points of magical damage]
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Hearing Durnan's suggestion Varis pulls two daggers from his belt, runs up close enough to hit and throws them at the Stirges (1 & 2). With stunning accuracy he strikes both and they fall to the floor with a splat.
Cloudfur swings his staff at the remaining Stirge and sends it flying into a post by the bar where it leaves a trail of blood as it slides down to the floor.
Gargan mutters the incantation as he pulls a pinch of sand from his pouch and throws it towards the troll. The 6 Stirges attached to it fall to the ground unconscious .. and so does Cloudfur. As he slumps to the ground the surrounding vines retreat back into the floor. The troll looks around a little confused, but is unaffected.
Pimrick runs in and as he watches the Stirges fall he redirects towards one of the remaining bandits (Troll would be out of movement range). He slices up the front of his chest, cutting through the armor and leaving blood running out of the gash.
Free of the parasites that were feeding on him you can see the troll perk up and watch as some of his wounds heal. Having come up to feed on some surface dwellers he intends to do just that, and charges in towards Varis and Durnan. He bites at Varis for 6 damage, and takes two swipes at Durnan with has claws. Durnan ducks the first but the second leaves 4 streaks of blood across his arm.
Dori, Sariel next, then Bandits, Yagra, Durnan.
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Watching the brawl from his seat with a drink in one hand while the other tapped against his leg to the sounds of Sariel and Threestrings, Dori was rather enjoying himself despite not being a part of the tussle this time around. "Almost time for a refill, Durnan." The goliath just barely able to get out before the shouts of alarm rang louder than the music.
A bit confused to what was suddenly happening, Dori was slow to react in time to Durnan leaping over the bar and spilling his drink, "I'm not paying for that one!" He'd rise from the chair with plans to brush himself off of the remaining ale that soiled his clothes, but finally seeing what all the commotion was about, the goliath was able to smile once again. "Now this is what I was looking for!"
Dori would kick off from his spot, past Durnan and shove against the troll, hoping to knock the creature off of their feet.
Athletics: Shove 23
"Threestrings, take over the music for me!" Sariel says after the troll just appeared. Usually, smiling and jovial, Sariel now has a concerned look. Getting in range, he puts his viol away and pulls out his shield and mace. He steps forward and points his finger at the Troll. Hearing the music behind him, he timed his casting Toll the Dead to the beat. 8 Damage
Angiro Zenjin - Level 4 Half Elf Cleric (Life Domain)
Diangar Legna - Level 1 Aasimar Cleric (Tempest Domain)
Xerim Phimm - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric (War Domain)
Sariel Phyll - Level 1 Wood Elf Cleric (Trickery Domain)
Geord Terran - Level 1 Earth Genasi Cleric (Nature Domain)
Af Brazenell - Level 5 Tiefling Cleric (Light Domain)
Rafell Sylmith - Level 1 Pallid Elf (Twilight Domain)
Dori manages to throw the troll off his balance and topples the troll to the ground, just as Sariel's spell hits him (I added 2 to the damage - Toll should be 1d12 as the troll is not at full HP).
The two remaining Xanathar croneys decide it's time to bug out and turn to run towards the exit. Both Pimrick and Yagra take departing blows, one on each. Pimrick strikes and takes one down. Yagra misses. The final bandit doesn't even look back and just runs out the door.
Yagra shrugs and heads back over to the troll. She hefts her mace over her head and clubs the troll on the ground twice for 9 damage.
As Durnan charges in he yells "Grab a lamp from the wall and get ready to light this beastie on fire when he goes down!". He swings his great sword at the fallen troll 4 times, hitting 3 of them for 26 damage. The troll is still moving but is looking pretty brutalized as it tries to get up from the ground.
Back to the top - Varis, Gargan, Pimrick. Cloudfur is sleeping. Troll is prone so advantage on melee attacks, disadvantage on ranged.
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory
Gargan
Listening to Durnans words Gargan moves to get clear line of sight to the Troll through the melee and prepares himself to launch fire at it. As he prepares himself for the right moment he shouts “I am ready to launch fire bolts the moment it goes down, leave me a gap.”
Gargan moves round behind Durnan where there is a gap and readies a fire bolt to be unleashed when it is downed.
Cloudfur
Curled up on the floor with his tail around under his chin - Cloudfur sleeps peacefully amid all of the ruckus going on around him. Occasionally his ears twitch at particularly loud sounds.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Varis reaches out his hand and sends a small ball of fire flying towards the beast laying on the ground just as it's trying to sit up. It explodes squarely in his chest pinning him back to the ground and leaving a small charred crater in his chest. The troll lies motionless. Quickly, Pimrick grabs a lamp from the wall and overturns it overtop the corpse, dousing it in oil, and then leaps back just as Gargan's fire bolt flies in and ignites it in a blaze of glory.
Durnan leans in and grabs the only limb that isn't on fire, drags the flaming mess towards the well and sends it careening back down to the underdark. Krentz and two of his lackeys regain consciousness through the assistance of onlookers, and quickly get up and limp out of the bar. Durnan looks at the remaining Xanathar guild member laying in a pool of blood on the floor, a giant gash across the front of his body. "Well, best for all of us the Watch don't find this here!", and rolls the body down after the troll. "Ye best be careful the lot of ya - the City Watch will overlook a common bar brawl but if somebody snuffs it, ye'll be payin the price far it".
Cloudfur comes to and sits up. He sees nothing. Lots of commotion, but no one fighting, no bodies. A bit confused he gets up, wondering if maybe he's lost his mind. Then from behind him the 6 remaining sturges, still full from feeding on the trolls blood, fly straight over his head and down into the pit.
Yagra comes up to the lot of you. "I'm glad you were here for that monster but I could have taken those others. I appreciate the help, but next time don't interfere".
Durnan and his staff along with some friendly patrons start to clean up, mopping the blood off the floor and righting furniture. Before long people fill the tables around you and drinks start parading out of the kitchen. It's as if nothing happened. You get the sense this is .. not an uncommon event here.
As you're standing there still reeling from the situation, a man in a robe and a large floppy hat pushes through to where you standing. "You be adventurers, am I right? I could use your help. Let’s find a table to talk, shall we?". He gestures towards a table in a back corner of the tavern. "I promise I'll make it worth your while!"
Varis, looking pretty beat up, looks at the group and says "You go ahead. That thing really freaked me out and I'm in a lot of pain. I need some rest - I'll try to catch up with you later".
DM - Tanzier's Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Dhara - Tiefling Ranger, Grotto to Glory