Each of you, at some point in time throughout the day, have wandered into Driftwood Tavern, a quaint little tavern filled with dwarves, humans, and halflings, and a few elves and gnomes spattered about, taking part in the annual "Thrice-Made Pie Eating Contest!". Either as entrants or onlookers, everyone in the tavern has a pie on their plate, and is enjoying the festivities.
Except you aren't here for this, you are here, looking at a reserved table near the southern wall, at the behest of an invitation. An invitation for a job, with a rather nice payout should you complete it. After accepting the task, the guildmarm at the merchant's guild gave you a small package, a letter telling you to come to this tavern today, to a reserved table, along with 20 silver pieces, 15 to pay for entrance, and 5 to spend as you wish (food, drink, pies).
The table sits empty, you cannot immediately tell who your new employer is among the throng of celebrants and contestants.
How early did you come in? How do you approach this, what do you do?
Demitric marches in, and scopes out the crowd... Finding the place to be to his liking, he a puts a big, goofy smile on his face, thowing his arms in the air he shouts out
Finding this place was a piece of cake... Or should I say PIE?
CHA: 6
Then he walks on towards the reserved table and plops down, waiting for his new boss to show.
All of the previous jovial sounds of the tavern are brought to an abrupt, screeching halt. Every single patron in the establishment turns their gaze towards you, giving a sullen expression, as if you had just crashed their mother's funerals, or had run over their dog. A single cough can be heard as you walk to your table, and after a few more seconds, a woman from behind the bar (apparently the one in charge here) manages to restore the mood with the help of some of her workers. But even as the festivities restart, you can see her keeping an eye on you.
The Matron takes her eyes off of the elf sitting at the table for a moment to size up her customer.
"Ah, a fellow dw-"
She cuts herself off, due to a distinct lack of facial hair, she can only assume this fellow had committed some crime and had been shaved in warning.
Retreating into the back, she returns with a hostess, carrying 2 gallons of ale, 2 mugs on a platter, his change of 2 cp, and (more out of pity and benevolence than the ongoing celebration) a complimentary pie.
"You can drink here at the bar, but you'll need to sit somewhere else if you're gonna eat that."
As she looks around, Narissa sees all manner of races here, eating pies, laughing loudly, and having an overall great time of it. The tavern itself seems to be old, as the wooden panels are worn down, with innumerable scratches and scrapes on the floor from tables and chairs being moved, but still well kept, no doubt thanks due to consistant, thorough cleanings. The walls are adorned with shields of various emblems, plaques, awards, and a proud wall in the back holds portraits of previous winners of the pie eating contest. On a wall adjacent to it sits a set of double doors, likely leading to the upstairs sleeping quarters.
Your curiosity and attentiveness have piqued the interest of: The Stranger, who sits outside of your vision, among the throng of contestants and onlookers.
Having served Jared his ale, The Matron turns around to return to her duties, a server runs up behind the counter to whisper a message to her, just within earshot of Jared.
"Madame Ivana, we may have a pr-"
This however was cut off by a loud clatter, and roaring laughter. Near the entrance stood a Half-Orc, as tall as he looked strong, Laughing himself to tears, doubled over, clutching his sides, in front of him was a Halfling, face covered in pie. Taking his instigator's state to heart, the Halfling jumped up, swinging a pie of his own at the Half-Orc's face, swinging wide though, he misses an hits an onlooker. In the span of a few moments, the tavern has erupted into a food fight, and several customers are knocked out by the pies, or have fled the building.
Combat Start!
(I've explained how combat works in the OoC, as well as the special rules for this encounter, so go check it out, if you have any questions, feel free to ask there!)
Jared glances over his shoulder at the ruckus, and seeing as nobody has thrown anything at at him, He goes back to drinking and wait for his alleged employer.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
As Demitric winds up to throw the pie, it slips out of his hand, falling square on his head, dealing the 1 damage.
Face covered in pie however, he manages to make it behind the counter without much else in incident.
C8 54
C9 153
C10 33
C11 62
The Halfling and Half-Orc behind the table continue to try to throw pies in each other's faces, but are unable to even do that, as they are laughing to hard at each other, and themselves.
C10 rounds the corner of his table and tries to toss a pie at Jared, but misses, realizing his mistake, he turns around to flee, prompting an Opportunity attack!
(Jared can roll for an oportunity attack roll on C10, if he so chooses)
C11 tries to smash a pie into the matron's face, but having none of it, she simply swats it out of the air. He attempts to flee, but he doubles back seeing the door blocked by a laughing dwarf
C12 (The Stranger) simply continues to lean against the wall next to the door, and chuckles to himself.
(upon inspection and deliberation, I have come to a conclusion of Faeth's rolls. Being as the mistake here was that the +1 was put onto the wrong roll, that this was a first time offense, and the fact that the base roll was a nat 20, I have decided upon middle ground. Normally a Crit here would do 2 things: an automatic hit, and double damage. Instead of this, I have decided to just give the sure hit, and to keep the damage roll she did, with the 1, rather than the double damage she would have earned. Any and all future instances of using the wrong modifiers I will just ask for a re-roll, to save myself time.)
Narissa flings a pie before jumping to the other side of the table she was behind, nailing the taverngoer squarely in the face, knocking him out.
Jared, unfazed by all of this, takes one of his now empty mugs and starts to refill from his barrels, none the worse for wear from the ongoing culinary battle.
This is where we'll be holding the main game, if you have any questions, I recommend checking out this link:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/2069-pbp-rules-and-faq-please-read-first
And if you're using your phone for this, hit "desktop mode" for these, you'll get more options, such as the dice roller button.
The OoC will be held here:
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/32477-lost-mine-of-phandelver-ooc
But if you want to wrap it in with your main posts, do so like this (OoC: message blah-dy-blah)
Each of you, at some point in time throughout the day, have wandered into Driftwood Tavern, a quaint little tavern filled with dwarves, humans, and halflings, and a few elves and gnomes spattered about, taking part in the annual "Thrice-Made Pie Eating Contest!". Either as entrants or onlookers, everyone in the tavern has a pie on their plate, and is enjoying the festivities.
Except you aren't here for this, you are here, looking at a reserved table near the southern wall, at the behest of an invitation. An invitation for a job, with a rather nice payout should you complete it. After accepting the task, the guildmarm at the merchant's guild gave you a small package, a letter telling you to come to this tavern today, to a reserved table, along with 20 silver pieces, 15 to pay for entrance, and 5 to spend as you wish (food, drink, pies).
The table sits empty, you cannot immediately tell who your new employer is among the throng of celebrants and contestants.
How early did you come in? How do you approach this, what do you do?
Demitric marches in, and scopes out the crowd... Finding the place to be to his liking, he a puts a big, goofy smile on his face, thowing his arms in the air he shouts out
Finding this place was a piece of cake... Or should I say PIE?
CHA: 6
Then he walks on towards the reserved table and plops down, waiting for his new boss to show.
Somnnier Prolvic - A happy merchant of the world.
All of the previous jovial sounds of the tavern are brought to an abrupt, screeching halt. Every single patron in the establishment turns their gaze towards you, giving a sullen expression, as if you had just crashed their mother's funerals, or had run over their dog. A single cough can be heard as you walk to your table, and after a few more seconds, a woman from behind the bar (apparently the one in charge here) manages to restore the mood with the help of some of her workers. But even as the festivities restart, you can see her keeping an eye on you.
You have earned the attention of: The Matron.
I order as much alcohol as 5 silver will get me.
Jared
The Matron takes her eyes off of the elf sitting at the table for a moment to size up her customer.
"Ah, a fellow dw-"
She cuts herself off, due to a distinct lack of facial hair, she can only assume this fellow had committed some crime and had been shaved in warning.
Retreating into the back, she returns with a hostess, carrying 2 gallons of ale, 2 mugs on a platter, his change of 2 cp, and (more out of pity and benevolence than the ongoing celebration) a complimentary pie.
"You can drink here at the bar, but you'll need to sit somewhere else if you're gonna eat that."
You have earned the attention of: The Matron.
Upon entering the Tavern about 5 minutes early, Narissa slowly approaches the table, taking in her surroundings.
Perception: 12
She promptly sits down at the empty reserved table, and looks around before pulling out a notebook to record her surroundings.
As she looks around, Narissa sees all manner of races here, eating pies, laughing loudly, and having an overall great time of it. The tavern itself seems to be old, as the wooden panels are worn down, with innumerable scratches and scrapes on the floor from tables and chairs being moved, but still well kept, no doubt thanks due to consistant, thorough cleanings. The walls are adorned with shields of various emblems, plaques, awards, and a proud wall in the back holds portraits of previous winners of the pie eating contest. On a wall adjacent to it sits a set of double doors, likely leading to the upstairs sleeping quarters.
Your curiosity and attentiveness have piqued the interest of: The Stranger, who sits outside of your vision, among the throng of contestants and onlookers.
Demitric eyes the elf as she approaches the table, but lets his disappointment show when she sits down and starts scribbling something.
So I take it you're NOTE my employer?
Somnnier Prolvic - A happy merchant of the world.
Having served Jared his ale, The Matron turns around to return to her duties, a server runs up behind the counter to whisper a message to her, just within earshot of Jared.
"Madame Ivana, we may have a pr-"
This however was cut off by a loud clatter, and roaring laughter. Near the entrance stood a Half-Orc, as tall as he looked strong, Laughing himself to tears, doubled over, clutching his sides, in front of him was a Halfling, face covered in pie. Taking his instigator's state to heart, the Halfling jumped up, swinging a pie of his own at the Half-Orc's face, swinging wide though, he misses an hits an onlooker. In the span of a few moments, the tavern has erupted into a food fight, and several customers are knocked out by the pies, or have fled the building.
Combat Start!
(I've explained how combat works in the OoC, as well as the special rules for this encounter, so go check it out, if you have any questions, feel free to ask there!)
Initiative!
Jared
Commoner 1 (The Server)
Commoner 2 (The Matron)
Commoner 3
Commoner 4
Commoner 5
Commoner 6
Commoner 7
Demitric
Commoner 8 (The Halfling)
Commoner 9 (The Half-Orc)
Commoner 10
Commoner 11
Commoner 12 (The Stranger)
Narissa
Jared Note: the various short lines represent upturned tables, and
C1-7 the topmost line is the bar, all providing half cover.
Demitric Red Lines are doors.
C8-12
Narissa
(Posting for sculprit due to reasons)
Jared glances over his shoulder at the ruckus, and seeing as nobody has thrown anything at at him, He goes back to drinking and wait for his alleged employer.
*rumpus
Jared
INtimidation: 10
Jared
C2 11 1
C3 19 1
C4 2 4
C5 3 3
C6 1 3
C7 15 4
Commoners 4, 6, and 7 realize that they probably shouldn't mess with this grumpy Dwarf sitting at the bar.
Commoner 1 (The Server) disengages and bolts out the front door of the tavern, leaving the brawl entirely.
Commoner 2 (The Matron) marches up to the corner of the bar and hits C11 in the face with a pie.
Commoner 3 hurls a pie at C4, causing him to miss Narissa.
Commoner 5 also throws a pie at Commoner 4, but misses due to C3's pie hitting first.
Commoner 6 tries to run at C5, but slips in some pie on the floor, and slides all the way into the wall
Commoner 7 lobs a pie a Narissa and beans her right in the face (4 damage)
Jared
C1-7
Demitric
C8-12
Narissa
I throw a pie towards the flanking C7,
Hit: 5 Dmg: 1
before running up to the bar and jumping to the other side. (25ft by my estimates)
Somnnier Prolvic - A happy merchant of the world.
As Demitric winds up to throw the pie, it slips out of his hand, falling square on his head, dealing the 1 damage.
Face covered in pie however, he manages to make it behind the counter without much else in incident.
C8 5 4
C9 15 3
C10 3 3
C11 6 2
The Halfling and Half-Orc behind the table continue to try to throw pies in each other's faces, but are unable to even do that, as they are laughing to hard at each other, and themselves.
C10 rounds the corner of his table and tries to toss a pie at Jared, but misses, realizing his mistake, he turns around to flee, prompting an Opportunity attack!
(Jared can roll for an oportunity attack roll on C10, if he so chooses)
C11 tries to smash a pie into the matron's face, but having none of it, she simply swats it out of the air. He attempts to flee, but he doubles back seeing the door blocked by a laughing dwarf
C12 (The Stranger) simply continues to lean against the wall next to the door, and chuckles to himself.
Jared
C2-7
Demitric
C8-12
Narissa
I throw a pie towards C7,
Hit: 6 Dmg: 5
before hopping over to the other side of the table (5ft ish)
I continue drinking
Jared
(upon inspection and deliberation, I have come to a conclusion of Faeth's rolls. Being as the mistake here was that the +1 was put onto the wrong roll, that this was a first time offense, and the fact that the base roll was a nat 20, I have decided upon middle ground. Normally a Crit here would do 2 things: an automatic hit, and double damage. Instead of this, I have decided to just give the sure hit, and to keep the damage roll she did, with the 1, rather than the double damage she would have earned. Any and all future instances of using the wrong modifiers I will just ask for a re-roll, to save myself time.)
Narissa flings a pie before jumping to the other side of the table she was behind, nailing the taverngoer squarely in the face, knocking him out.
Jared, unfazed by all of this, takes one of his now empty mugs and starts to refill from his barrels, none the worse for wear from the ongoing culinary battle.