Welcome Adventurers to the Yawning Portal Tavern. You have all just met up at the request of a mysterious character. You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. 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 halforc 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-ore 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?
Xasil, looked up from the table where he sat. The tavern was quite busy and a wide variety of people were here. Some appeared to be regulars, others were clearly travellers come to see the wonders offered by the Yawning Portal. Still, in the rest of the tavern, Xasil did not see another minotaur. It was quite a common situation for Xasil to find himself in recently. His studies had taken him to unexpected places. As he sat at the table, his hand rested on a tome that he carried with him. The tavern sounds were familiar; they were the same no matter what seedy bar you went into. The sound of bad music, people talking, some clearly had too much to say.
From amongst the din, Xasil hears a shout. "Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"
Xasil looks up sharply, it wouldn't be the first time someone had used that phrase as an insult aimed at him. Still, this time the target appeared to be someone else. A large female half-orc appears to have drawn the attention of some local thugs. Who am I to get involved? For all I know, she deserves it.Xasil sat back and took a swig from his brandy. He keeps his eyes on the fight, in case it spills over in his direction, but decides to stay out of it.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Gotch see fight!" The little green-skinned goblin says as a chant, hopping down from his chair and scampering over to get a good vantage point to watch the brawl in process. He keeps a sharp eye out for the tavern's owner, knowing his old friend Durnan would probably be along soon. In the meantime Gotch moves as close as possible. "Gotch bet 1 copper big one mashes puny one..." He says to some of the other watchers.
Marc Falaron was a fairly average looking Half High Elf, he had raven black hair that was kept short and would run into a well kept short raven black beard. His eyes were an odd color, a goldish color near the pupil surrounded by a deep blue. He was wearing a dark brown overcoat with a dark blue button up shirt, black pants with traveling boots. He had the holy symbol of Tymora around his neck.
Marc would raise an eyebrow at the sudden shouting and look around the Tavern to see the Half Orc female about to take on the thugs. He set his drink down on the table and looked to the rest of those he was sitting with to try and gauge their reaction to the fight. "I'm not sure about you all but that looks like an unfair... ish... fight..." He spoke watched the Half Orc and the thugs a moment longer before standing up and calling out, "Uh hello dear friends! I am Marc Falaron" He speaks to the Half Orc and Thugs with a smile and bow with a flourish of his coat with a few sparks of light( Prestidigitation ), "Might I inquire what you lot are about to throw fist over? And if there is anything that I or my companions here could help resolve?"
Melody looks over her flute as the fight begins, ducking her head down as her hands drop to her sides. Her light red - bordering on pink - skin tinges with more red around the cheeks as she looks around the room to see if anyone notices she stopped before closing her eyes and trying to forget the fight that's going on as her tail curls around her left leg as she continues to play. Better to let it play out and hope not to many people get hurt.She thinks to herself.
Most of the patrons have probably seen Vinter Trellick around before, a tall, lean man with a fading sailor's tan and dark clothing that is starting to fray from time and lack of repair. He had been getting bored waiting on this contact, passing the time chatting with the barmaid Bonnie, when the fight broke out and captured his interest. As he starts to stand up, he notices Melody flushing out of the corner of his eye (20 passive perception, figured he would) and gives her a wink, "Finally a good bar fight, care to join?" Seeing no weapons yet, he'll leave his spear at the table and push through to the fight, stepping up next to the half-orc, "Mind if I join in?"
By the time Vinter gets to the fight, pushing past the onlookers, he sees that the fight is almost over. The half-orc is sitting on top of the barbarian with 5 of his men surrounding her.
"Let Gotch see..." The little goblin complains as he tries to get close enough to see what is happening. "Gotch no see..." He complains as the big people keep blocking his way. "Fine..." Gotch finally says and suddenly a latter appears next to him, and he then climbs up so that he now is at the same height as the big people, looking over their shoulders at the brawl. "eww... That no fair..." He says as he wrings his hands at the sight of the five men surrounding the female.
Marc would frown and would push through the crowd to end up behind Vinter if could, "Well then... I suppose she has everything under control then..." He laughs some, "I think the thugs took on a bigger fight than they thought."
Vinter will nod, a little disappointed he doesn't get to join in, but he'll keep his ringside view in case it gets interesting. "Guess so. Any sign of our contact?"
The half-orc was clearly in control of the one she had pinned, but 5 others still stood facing her. This really didn't seem fair. One on one she clearly had the upper hand, but if the five others were to work together she would be in trouble. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Xasil got up, moved through the crowd to stand beside the half-orc and casually stretched his muscles and cracked his knuckles while he looked straight at the 5 thugs. He did his best to show off his full 6'9" 237lb body, reminding them of his horns with a slight shake of the head.
"I think you should leave the young lass alone now. You are just disturbing everyone's peace."He says as he casually shakes out his shoulders.
As Xasil is cracking his knuckles, the propiteir, Durnan come out from behind the bar. "Hey! Take it outside!" The half-orc gets off the barbarian. All of them leave, they shout, "The Xanathar Guild won't forget this!" The half-orc introduces herself as Yarga.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the tap· room-a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and blood· shot 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!" He grabs his greataxe and charges into battle. Yarga also lets out a war cry and charges into the battle.
DM note: Sorry I'm if posting quite infrequently, I'm currently trying to study for exams while juggling with DnD
((This is fine. A regular pace that doesn't burn you out is better than charging in headlong and then we lose another DM because you have taken on too much))
Xasil hears the alarm and sees the troll climbing out of the portal. "Too Arms!!"He strides forward behind Yarga, pulling his mace from his belt.
Initiative:21 (I am guessing this is the next step)
As soon as he comes within range of the troll, Xasil unleashes a backhand blow toward the creatures knees.
((Ignore, I see it is attacking Durnan. I do notice though that I struck its face when I was aiming for its knees (see description), that was a bit of a miss swing. Luck I still connected :p ))
Marc jumps back seeing the troll and would quickly move back so that he is behind Vinter and Xasil. "What in the Nine Hells!? How did that get in here!"
Initiative: 8
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Welcome Adventurers to the Yawning Portal Tavern. You have all just met up at the request of a mysterious character. You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. 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 halforc 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-ore 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?
Xasil, looked up from the table where he sat. The tavern was quite busy and a wide variety of people were here. Some appeared to be regulars, others were clearly travellers come to see the wonders offered by the Yawning Portal. Still, in the rest of the tavern, Xasil did not see another minotaur. It was quite a common situation for Xasil to find himself in recently. His studies had taken him to unexpected places. As he sat at the table, his hand rested on a tome that he carried with him. The tavern sounds were familiar; they were the same no matter what seedy bar you went into. The sound of bad music, people talking, some clearly had too much to say.
From amongst the din, Xasil hears a shout. "Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"
Xasil looks up sharply, it wouldn't be the first time someone had used that phrase as an insult aimed at him. Still, this time the target appeared to be someone else. A large female half-orc appears to have drawn the attention of some local thugs. Who am I to get involved? For all I know, she deserves it. Xasil sat back and took a swig from his brandy. He keeps his eyes on the fight, in case it spills over in his direction, but decides to stay out of it.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Gotch see fight!" The little green-skinned goblin says as a chant, hopping down from his chair and scampering over to get a good vantage point to watch the brawl in process. He keeps a sharp eye out for the tavern's owner, knowing his old friend Durnan would probably be along soon. In the meantime Gotch moves as close as possible. "Gotch bet 1 copper big one mashes puny one..." He says to some of the other watchers.
Marc Falaron was a fairly average looking Half High Elf, he had raven black hair that was kept short and would run into a well kept short raven black beard. His eyes were an odd color, a goldish color near the pupil surrounded by a deep blue. He was wearing a dark brown overcoat with a dark blue button up shirt, black pants with traveling boots. He had the holy symbol of Tymora around his neck.
Marc would raise an eyebrow at the sudden shouting and look around the Tavern to see the Half Orc female about to take on the thugs. He set his drink down on the table and looked to the rest of those he was sitting with to try and gauge their reaction to the fight. "I'm not sure about you all but that looks like an unfair... ish... fight..." He spoke watched the Half Orc and the thugs a moment longer before standing up and calling out, "Uh hello dear friends! I am Marc Falaron" He speaks to the Half Orc and Thugs with a smile and bow with a flourish of his coat with a few sparks of light( Prestidigitation ), "Might I inquire what you lot are about to throw fist over? And if there is anything that I or my companions here could help resolve?"
Melody looks over her flute as the fight begins, ducking her head down as her hands drop to her sides. Her light red - bordering on pink - skin tinges with more red around the cheeks as she looks around the room to see if anyone notices she stopped before closing her eyes and trying to forget the fight that's going on as her tail curls around her left leg as she continues to play. Better to let it play out and hope not to many people get hurt. She thinks to herself.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Most of the patrons have probably seen Vinter Trellick around before, a tall, lean man with a fading sailor's tan and dark clothing that is starting to fray from time and lack of repair. He had been getting bored waiting on this contact, passing the time chatting with the barmaid Bonnie, when the fight broke out and captured his interest. As he starts to stand up, he notices Melody flushing out of the corner of his eye (20 passive perception, figured he would) and gives her a wink, "Finally a good bar fight, care to join?" Seeing no weapons yet, he'll leave his spear at the table and push through to the fight, stepping up next to the half-orc, "Mind if I join in?"
The two ignore Marc continuing to fight.
By the time Vinter gets to the fight, pushing past the onlookers, he sees that the fight is almost over. The half-orc is sitting on top of the barbarian with 5 of his men surrounding her.
"Let Gotch see..." The little goblin complains as he tries to get close enough to see what is happening. "Gotch no see..." He complains as the big people keep blocking his way. "Fine..." Gotch finally says and suddenly a latter appears next to him, and he then climbs up so that he now is at the same height as the big people, looking over their shoulders at the brawl. "eww... That no fair..." He says as he wrings his hands at the sight of the five men surrounding the female.
Melody just keeps playing, ignoring the brawl.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Marc would frown and would push through the crowd to end up behind Vinter if could, "Well then... I suppose she has everything under control then..." He laughs some, "I think the thugs took on a bigger fight than they thought."
Vinter will nod, a little disappointed he doesn't get to join in, but he'll keep his ringside view in case it gets interesting. "Guess so. Any sign of our contact?"
The half-orc was clearly in control of the one she had pinned, but 5 others still stood facing her. This really didn't seem fair. One on one she clearly had the upper hand, but if the five others were to work together she would be in trouble. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Xasil got up, moved through the crowd to stand beside the half-orc and casually stretched his muscles and cracked his knuckles while he looked straight at the 5 thugs. He did his best to show off his full 6'9" 237lb body, reminding them of his horns with a slight shake of the head.
"I think you should leave the young lass alone now. You are just disturbing everyone's peace." He says as he casually shakes out his shoulders.
As Xasil is cracking his knuckles, the propiteir, Durnan come out from behind the bar. "Hey! Take it outside!" The half-orc gets off the barbarian. All of them leave, they shout, "The Xanathar Guild won't forget this!" The half-orc introduces herself as Yarga.
Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the tap· room-a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and blood· shot 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!" He grabs his greataxe and charges into battle. Yarga also lets out a war cry and charges into the battle.
DM note: Sorry I'm if posting quite infrequently, I'm currently trying to study for exams while juggling with DnD
((This is fine. A regular pace that doesn't burn you out is better than charging in headlong and then we lose another DM because you have taken on too much))
Xasil hears the alarm and sees the troll climbing out of the portal. "Too Arms!!" He strides forward behind Yarga, pulling his mace from his belt.
Initiative: 21 (I am guessing this is the next step)
As soon as he comes within range of the troll, Xasil unleashes a backhand blow toward the creatures knees.
Mace - Attack: 20 Damage: 8
The troll is hurt as you slash it across the face with your mace, he tries to attack Durnan
Hit for bite:17, Damage: 7\
Hit for Claw:9: Damage: 8\
Hit for Claw:23: Damage: 7\
The troll hits the bite and the 2nd claw
Durnan attacks with his greataxe
Hit: 22: Damage: 10
Hit: 8: Damage: 13
Hit: 17: Damage: 6
Hit: 25: Damage: 8
Yagra will take a reaction
((Ignore, I see it is attacking Durnan. I do notice though that I struck its face when I was aiming for its knees (see description), that was a bit of a miss swing. Luck I still connected :p ))
Initiative: 12
Marc jumps back seeing the troll and would quickly move back so that he is behind Vinter and Xasil. "What in the Nine Hells!? How did that get in here!"
Initiative: 8