Chef's eyes begin to flicker red for a moment, but settle in on their natural white color. He slightly tilts his head to the side and shrugs his shoulder to adjust his backpack.
"That does sound fun. Prove ourselves, though?" His head tilts down as his hand comes up to cradle his chin.
"I guess we could stop by the tavern and see if anyone there knows anything...or maybe we could check this map to see we see any warehouses in the area."
(OOC: I'll check through my map to see if I spot anything that resembles a warehouse.) Investigation: 14
(OOC: Apparently 14 is my lucky number this campaign.)
Chef waves goodbye to Ouren and walks out into the street before calling out to Raithen.
"Off to the tavern, I suppose?"
"Yes, indeed. To the tavern!" responds Raithen
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"Nothing I can see on this map that specifically says 'Warehouse,' so I guess it's decided -- we'll head to the tavern. Ask some questions. Maybe stir up some trouble if need be."
Chef takes a look at the map, locates "The Triscut Tavern," and begins to make his way towards it.
Your trip to the tavern is rather short only about a ten minute walk you get in and its fairly crowded people eating, drinking, singing but theres still quite a few tables open and an active gnome bartender
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Chef approaches the bar, takes a seat and engages the bartender.
"Excuse me my little friend! My companions and I are new to Ontira, and we've heard rumors of an underground fight club that takes place in a warehouse. Have you heard such rumors?"
"Oh that, its not really super secret but ya, its like about a few blocks away or you could talk to those guys over there." He says pointing towards a couple of dudes at a table next to the bar, theres a tough looking dwarf, a half orc, and a dragonborn talking, drinking, seeming like they're having a decent bit of fun just relaxing. "While youre here what would you like to eat or drink?"
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Raithen approaches the barkeep. "Good day, Sir. I'll have an ale, please." He watches Chef work his magic next to him. He thinks to himself;I imagine he's going to speak with them. Funny fellow, but he's beginning to grow on me.
He laughs a little to himself and awaits the ale. He leans on the bar, eager to see how Chef approaches the trio at the table.
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He takes a minute bringing up the drinks and puts triscuts on the table next to them. "First drinks on the house, have a good day." He says as he goes to the other patrons
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As you throw the drink the warforged sees it and alerts the dwarf as the dwarf jumps up, catches it by the handle and lands on his feet on the table. He takes a swing and says "Oi, the bloody hell was that for." A few people come over to see it but most people are too focused on their own stuff
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"Bloody hells! Are you mad?" He sniffs his nose, scratches behind his ear. "Ah, what the hell, no? Barkeep! Another pitcher!"
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The crowd around you erupts as everyone starts going at each other, The bartender rolls his eyes and you hear him yell behind you "Your cleaning this bloody mess." The dwarf smiles slightly and starts going at a near patron, then the dragonborn brings the orc back to keep him from going into the fight. The patron you struck was knocked cold from being hit in the back of the head with a pitcher of ale. For Raithen the bartender asks for 1 gold coin with an annoyed expression
Jonathan enters the tavern a few minutes later, and walks in on the violent scene "What happened?" He asks, to no one in particular. Jonathan shrugs and grins as he joins in the fight
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"HA!" Chef exclaims after successfully hitting someone with the pitcher of ale.
Overhearing Raithen ask for another pitcher, Chef turns back for a moment, saying "First one was on the house. Next one? ON ME!" And he'll toss him 1GP before heading into the fray.
Frustrated that he was unable to hit the dwarf the first time, Chef sees the dwarf busy with another patron, then moves in behind him and attempts to take an unarmed swing at him: Attack: 4 Damage: 3
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"Haha, guess its time for us to go at it." He says as he kicks the patron he was busy with and ducks under your punch Neo style. "Gonna have to be faster than that bud he says as he goes to sweep your leg out
Attack: 11 Damage: 4
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Jonathan gives Chef a winning smile "You know, there is this warehouse. They have fights but... you have to prove yourself somehow. Sounds fun right?"
Chef's eyes begin to flicker red for a moment, but settle in on their natural white color. He slightly tilts his head to the side and shrugs his shoulder to adjust his backpack.
"That does sound fun. Prove ourselves, though?" His head tilts down as his hand comes up to cradle his chin.
"I guess we could stop by the tavern and see if anyone there knows anything...or maybe we could check this map to see we see any warehouses in the area."
(OOC: I'll check through my map to see if I spot anything that resembles a warehouse.) Investigation: 14
(OOC: Apparently 14 is my lucky number this campaign.)
"Yes, indeed. To the tavern!" responds Raithen
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You see some large buildings but you cant really see if they are actual warehouses or anything you can really decipher from them.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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"Nothing I can see on this map that specifically says 'Warehouse,' so I guess it's decided -- we'll head to the tavern. Ask some questions. Maybe stir up some trouble if need be."
Chef takes a look at the map, locates "The Triscut Tavern," and begins to make his way towards it.
Your trip to the tavern is rather short only about a ten minute walk you get in and its fairly crowded people eating, drinking, singing but theres still quite a few tables open and an active gnome bartender
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
Chef approaches the bar, takes a seat and engages the bartender.
"Excuse me my little friend! My companions and I are new to Ontira, and we've heard rumors of an underground fight club that takes place in a warehouse. Have you heard such rumors?"
"Oh that, its not really super secret but ya, its like about a few blocks away or you could talk to those guys over there." He says pointing towards a couple of dudes at a table next to the bar, theres a tough looking dwarf, a half orc, and a dragonborn talking, drinking, seeming like they're having a decent bit of fun just relaxing. "While youre here what would you like to eat or drink?"
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Chef looks over to the table next to the bar and makes note of the trio before turning back to the barman.
"I'll take a cup of your cheapest liquor."
His eyes then change from white to red.
Raithen
Raithen approaches the barkeep. "Good day, Sir. I'll have an ale, please." He watches Chef work his magic next to him. He thinks to himself; I imagine he's going to speak with them. Funny fellow, but he's beginning to grow on me.
He laughs a little to himself and awaits the ale. He leans on the bar, eager to see how Chef approaches the trio at the table.
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He takes a minute bringing up the drinks and puts triscuts on the table next to them. "First drinks on the house, have a good day." He says as he goes to the other patrons
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Chef takes the drink off the counter with his open hand and turns toward the dwarf.
Chef then outstretches his arm behind his head, leans back and winds up, saying, "IS THIS PROOF ENOUGH FOR YA?!"
Then, with all of his strength, he chucks the drink directly at the dwarf's face.
As you throw the drink the warforged sees it and alerts the dwarf as the dwarf jumps up, catches it by the handle and lands on his feet on the table. He takes a swing and says "Oi, the bloody hell was that for." A few people come over to see it but most people are too focused on their own stuff
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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(Wait I think you meant the Dragonborn because I'm pretty sure I'm the only Warforged in this tavern.)
Chef, taken by surprise by the dwarf's amazing dexterity, takes a step back, then looks at Raithen.
"They were free anyway!"
He then snatches Raithen's ale and pitches it at one of the more unsuspecting patrons, yelling "BARRRRR FIIIIIIGHT!!!!!"
(I'll role an improvised weapon attack roll for the cup of ale): Attack: 16 Damage: 4
Raithen
"Bloody hells! Are you mad?" He sniffs his nose, scratches behind his ear. "Ah, what the hell, no? Barkeep! Another pitcher!"
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I follow on to the tabern and ask for the strongest drink of the house! chug it out in 1 sip
(Ya meant the dragonborn)
The crowd around you erupts as everyone starts going at each other, The bartender rolls his eyes and you hear him yell behind you "Your cleaning this bloody mess." The dwarf smiles slightly and starts going at a near patron, then the dragonborn brings the orc back to keep him from going into the fight. The patron you struck was knocked cold from being hit in the back of the head with a pitcher of ale. For Raithen the bartender asks for 1 gold coin with an annoyed expression
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Jonathan enters the tavern a few minutes later, and walks in on the violent scene "What happened?" He asks, to no one in particular. Jonathan shrugs and grins as he joins in the fight
"HA!" Chef exclaims after successfully hitting someone with the pitcher of ale.
Overhearing Raithen ask for another pitcher, Chef turns back for a moment, saying "First one was on the house. Next one? ON ME!" And he'll toss him 1GP before heading into the fray.
Frustrated that he was unable to hit the dwarf the first time, Chef sees the dwarf busy with another patron, then moves in behind him and attempts to take an unarmed swing at him: Attack: 4 Damage: 3
"Haha, guess its time for us to go at it." He says as he kicks the patron he was busy with and ducks under your punch Neo style. "Gonna have to be faster than that bud he says as he goes to sweep your leg out
Attack: 11 Damage: 4
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM: