Priscilla, Kip, and Gryk are still at the table, Molly hanging around nearby since all pretense of serving customers has come to a complete standstill.
Daron seeing the weapons brandished, kicks the bottom of his quarterstaff up and lunges towards the Xanathar member that spots Leol and swings his quarterstaff in a wide arc towards the thug's neck. Then, using the momentum of the swing, brings up his knee to attempt to connect it with the thug's temple.
"Well Priscilla, I know you're not his biggest fan. I say we ditch Leol to his own stupidity and get out of here before those other tattoed guys decide since fire ball there was sitting at our table they need to mess with us also. I'm not sticking my nose in the business of these others. I don't want to get involved."
Glancing about the tavern scene, Kip makes note of another familiar face. "Figures," he mutters, pushing away from the table. "If you two would excuse me for a moment, I, um, have a matter to attend to." Avoiding the melee, Kip nonchalantly makes his way over to Nargle, taking a seat and nodding his head toward the brawl. "Your kind of place, no?"
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"Why I am eating, and the ale is great, the atmosphere could use some work, too much anger," She says eating a few more bites of the stew then washing it down.
She chugs the last bit and then scoops one last scoop to eat some more her cheeks full of bread and stew as she hops down and nods to Gyrk.
"Mummm m mm mm" She says threw taught lips stuffed with food.
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Kip slipped into a chair at the table with the halfling who is dressed in dark leathers, smoke streaming out of his nose and mouth as he whispered to the bard. With the hand holding a thin, hand-rolled cigar, the halfling pushed over a small folded paper toward Kip. The halfling nodded a moment later, rose and left.
Moments later all hell breaks loose…
Durnan, who had given unheeded instructions to the antagonistic Xanathar gang to leave, reaches behind the bar and retrieves a greatsword. Suddenly the pouchy tavern owner resembles the heroic adventurer he once was. His movements are sure and unhurried, as if his show of force may end this skirmish a bit faster.
Daron’s attack on the Xanathar member results in a split across her shaved head which begins pouring blood into her eye. The Xanathar members, confident when they believed the odds were in their favor, seem to be considering their next attacks more carefully now that they have three opponents. (They have yet to notice Durnan.) Their feet shuffle on the floor as they raise their blades.
Priscilla, still enjoying the second course, tips the tankard which covers her entire face. This prevents her from seeing what Gryk and Kip notice at the pit in the middle of the tavern common room. Two large, clawed hands find purchase on the rim of the pit just before a head sporting a large, hooked nose and rope-like black hair emerges. The green, rubbery, warty skin of his chest soon is exposed as it begins climbing out of the pit.
The young adventurers taking shots and making promises scream in horror, simultaneously screaming “Troll”! They fall over each other trying to evacuate the space around the pit, one stumbles and begins crawling across the floor in escape.
Dotted on the troll are small bat-like creatures, bulbous with slicks of the troll’s dark ichor of blood leaking from where their mouths are attached leach-like to the hide. Three of these blood-sucking creatures fly about its head like gnats.
The screams of the young men are contagious and soon others are screaming, tables and chairs are screeching and clattering across the floor, and dozens of feet are thumping in escape toward the door. Others are kneeling down behind whatever cover they can find, too afraid to move.
The additional chaos alerts the fighters. Leol and Daron, the Xanathar members and the half-orc are all alerted to the troll now. The Xanathar members cut their losses, grab Krenz, and book it for the door. "Zhent scum! You are marked and will pay!"
The half-orc’s flirting smile that played across her face during the fight is gone, a serious look replacing it as she turns toward the troll. She replaces her mace with a heavy crossbow.
Durnan, seeing the group of you square off against the beast from the dungeon depths, yells out commands like a sergent, “You, concentrate on stirges! Don’t get close! Fire and acid!” Just at that moment, the troll sweeps with one clawed hand, knocking a second young adventurer-wanna-be off his feet. He is most likely dead before he hit the ground. You instinctively know you are out of your league, but no one else is here to defend the innocent people in the tavern.
Initiative:
Troll 6 Durnan 4 Half-Orc 20
Kip 23 Leol 8 Daron 14 Priscilla 4 Gryk 21
EVERYONE ROLL INITIATIVE
((The remainder of Kip’s encounter with Nargle will be in PM.))
Daron's lead leg was behind him, almost as if charging up for another swing when screams started going off everywhere. He turned instinctively holding the quarterstaff in front of him only to see a troll climbing its way out of the hole in the tavern's centre. A troll! HIs eyes go wide as he takes an instinctive step backwards, watching as the other patrons run out in panic, watching as the creature kills a fleeing adventurer in one swing.
This was what he was trained for. Fighting off creatures like this to defend the innocent but he didn't think he would have to face off against them so soon in his career; not while in the safety of Waterdeep's walls. Cursing, he steels himself regardless, preparing to fight the troll back into its hole.
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What has appeared as aloof, a bit clumsy and almost comically uninterested, suddenly becomes a blur of action as Kip firmly grasps his quarterstaff and moves to join the others. "Well, this is not the grand ol' time I was expecting!"
Initiative: 23
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Priscilla hears the shout of troll and looks to see that this huge gangly creature comes up from the depths. She lets her eyes go wide with shock and nearly spits her cheek contents, instead she chews and swallows the food while she draws her shortbow and knocks an arrow ready to fire it at the thing. Until she heard about a strige. She wasn't sure about the strige but assumed them to be the little batlike things.
No maps for this battle. If the pit and Troll are at the center of a clock:
Priscilla, Gryk, and Kip are about 30 feet away at 10 o'clock. Stirge A and B are nearby. Daron, Leol, and the half-orc are about 30 feet away at 2'oclock Stirge C is nearby.
Durnan is about 10 feet behind the troll at 7 o'clock.
Hearing Durnan's barking, Kip grasps his quarterstaff with both hands and takes a mighty swing at the closest stirge. "Back to where you came, filthy bloodsucker!"
Quarterstaff: Attack: 5 Damage: 6
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Grykham knew a troll when he saw one so when Durban yelled to attack the stirges he knew those must he the flying things. He brings the crossbow up and aims at the closest one and let's a bolt fly.
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Grykham's bolt flies true and the dwarf is sure of a hit, yet at the last possible moment the creature dips its wing and dodges the bolt which punches the ceiling with a "thhhwmp". The stirge (B) cries out in a chirping sound similar to a sick squirrel.
The half-orc brings up her crossbow, pointing it at the troll with an extended arm, not even bothering to use the site.
Attack: 17 Damage: 10
The bolt lands and buries itself an inch or two in the trolls meaty forearm.
Priscilla, Kip, and Gryk are still at the table, Molly hanging around nearby since all pretense of serving customers has come to a complete standstill.
You three, please roll PERCEPTION checks please.
Molly's perception: 9
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Daron seeing the weapons brandished, kicks the bottom of his quarterstaff up and lunges towards the Xanathar member that spots Leol and swings his quarterstaff in a wide arc towards the thug's neck. Then, using the momentum of the swing, brings up his knee to attempt to connect it with the thug's temple.
Attack: 12 Damage: 5
Unarmed Attack: 21 Damage: 5
DM - GA's Baldur's Gate
Perception: 17
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Grykham Perception 13
Perception: 21
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Well Priscilla, I know you're not his biggest fan. I say we ditch Leol to his own stupidity and get out of here before those other tattoed guys decide since fire ball there was sitting at our table they need to mess with us also. I'm not sticking my nose in the business of these others. I don't want to get involved."
Glancing about the tavern scene, Kip makes note of another familiar face. "Figures," he mutters, pushing away from the table. "If you two would excuse me for a moment, I, um, have a matter to attend to." Avoiding the melee, Kip nonchalantly makes his way over to Nargle, taking a seat and nodding his head toward the brawl. "Your kind of place, no?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Perception3
"Why I am eating, and the ale is great, the atmosphere could use some work, too much anger," She says eating a few more bites of the stew then washing it down.
She chugs the last bit and then scoops one last scoop to eat some more her cheeks full of bread and stew as she hops down and nods to Gyrk.
"Mummm m mm mm" She says threw taught lips stuffed with food.
Kip slipped into a chair at the table with the halfling who is dressed in dark leathers, smoke streaming out of his nose and mouth as he whispered to the bard. With the hand holding a thin, hand-rolled cigar, the halfling pushed over a small folded paper toward Kip. The halfling nodded a moment later, rose and left.
Moments later all hell breaks loose…
Durnan, who had given unheeded instructions to the antagonistic Xanathar gang to leave, reaches behind the bar and retrieves a greatsword. Suddenly the pouchy tavern owner resembles the heroic adventurer he once was. His movements are sure and unhurried, as if his show of force may end this skirmish a bit faster.
Daron’s attack on the Xanathar member results in a split across her shaved head which begins pouring blood into her eye. The Xanathar members, confident when they believed the odds were in their favor, seem to be considering their next attacks more carefully now that they have three opponents. (They have yet to notice Durnan.) Their feet shuffle on the floor as they raise their blades.
Priscilla, still enjoying the second course, tips the tankard which covers her entire face. This prevents her from seeing what Gryk and Kip notice at the pit in the middle of the tavern common room. Two large, clawed hands find purchase on the rim of the pit just before a head sporting a large, hooked nose and rope-like black hair emerges. The green, rubbery, warty skin of his chest soon is exposed as it begins climbing out of the pit.
The young adventurers taking shots and making promises scream in horror, simultaneously screaming “Troll”! They fall over each other trying to evacuate the space around the pit, one stumbles and begins crawling across the floor in escape.
Dotted on the troll are small bat-like creatures, bulbous with slicks of the troll’s dark ichor of blood leaking from where their mouths are attached leach-like to the hide. Three of these blood-sucking creatures fly about its head like gnats.
The screams of the young men are contagious and soon others are screaming, tables and chairs are screeching and clattering across the floor, and dozens of feet are thumping in escape toward the door. Others are kneeling down behind whatever cover they can find, too afraid to move.
The additional chaos alerts the fighters. Leol and Daron, the Xanathar members and the half-orc are all alerted to the troll now. The Xanathar members cut their losses, grab Krenz, and book it for the door. "Zhent scum! You are marked and will pay!"
The half-orc’s flirting smile that played across her face during the fight is gone, a serious look replacing it as she turns toward the troll. She replaces her mace with a heavy crossbow.
Durnan, seeing the group of you square off against the beast from the dungeon depths, yells out commands like a sergent, “You, concentrate on stirges! Don’t get close! Fire and acid!” Just at that moment, the troll sweeps with one clawed hand, knocking a second young adventurer-wanna-be off his feet. He is most likely dead before he hit the ground. You instinctively know you are out of your league, but no one else is here to defend the innocent people in the tavern.
Initiative:
Troll 6
Durnan 4
Half-Orc 20
Kip 23
Leol 8
Daron 14
Priscilla 4
Gryk 21
EVERYONE ROLL INITIATIVE
((The remainder of Kip’s encounter with Nargle will be in PM.))
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Daron's lead leg was behind him, almost as if charging up for another swing when screams started going off everywhere. He turned instinctively holding the quarterstaff in front of him only to see a troll climbing its way out of the hole in the tavern's centre. A troll! HIs eyes go wide as he takes an instinctive step backwards, watching as the other patrons run out in panic, watching as the creature kills a fleeing adventurer in one swing.
This was what he was trained for. Fighting off creatures like this to defend the innocent but he didn't think he would have to face off against them so soon in his career; not while in the safety of Waterdeep's walls. Cursing, he steels himself regardless, preparing to fight the troll back into its hole.
Initiative: 19
DM - GA's Baldur's Gate
What has appeared as aloof, a bit clumsy and almost comically uninterested, suddenly becomes a blur of action as Kip firmly grasps his quarterstaff and moves to join the others. "Well, this is not the grand ol' time I was expecting!"
Initiative: 23
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Initiative:4
Priscilla hears the shout of troll and looks to see that this huge gangly creature comes up from the depths. She lets her eyes go wide with shock and nearly spits her cheek contents, instead she chews and swallows the food while she draws her shortbow and knocks an arrow ready to fire it at the thing. Until she heard about a strige. She wasn't sure about the strige but assumed them to be the little batlike things.
Initiative 21
"Of all the things to climb out of that blasted hole in the ground!"
Grykham sets his tankard down and pulls a light crossbow and sets a bolt ready to fire.
No maps for this battle. If the pit and Troll are at the center of a clock:
Priscilla, Gryk, and Kip are about 30 feet away at 10 o'clock. Stirge A and B are nearby.
Daron, Leol, and the half-orc are about 30 feet away at 2'oclock Stirge C is nearby.
Durnan is about 10 feet behind the troll at 7 o'clock.
Initiative Order:
Kip 23
Gryk 21
Half-Orc 18
Daron 14
Durnan 11
Leol 8
Troll and stirges 8
Priscilla 4
Kip, your turn!
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Hearing Durnan's barking, Kip grasps his quarterstaff with both hands and takes a mighty swing at the closest stirge. "Back to where you came, filthy bloodsucker!"
Quarterstaff: Attack: 5 Damage: 6
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
Kip swings and misses Stirge (A), which is flying just beyond the man's reach.
Gryk, your turn.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Grykham knew a troll when he saw one so when Durban yelled to attack the stirges he knew those must he the flying things. He brings the crossbow up and aims at the closest one and let's a bolt fly.
Attack: 13 Damage: 6
Grykham's bolt flies true and the dwarf is sure of a hit, yet at the last possible moment the creature dips its wing and dodges the bolt which punches the ceiling with a "thhhwmp". The stirge (B) cries out in a chirping sound similar to a sick squirrel.
The half-orc brings up her crossbow, pointing it at the troll with an extended arm, not even bothering to use the site.
Attack: 17 Damage: 10
The bolt lands and buries itself an inch or two in the trolls meaty forearm.
"Durnan, what's the back-up plan, Buddy?"
((Daron's turn))
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver