Each of you arrives at the Yawning Portal in your way - some of you may know each other while others chose to walk alone. Those of you who've lived in Waterdeep, either for a short time or all your life know of the Portal's reputation for attracting adventurers. You might have even seen some famous heroes you've heard about on your travels.
As you first enter the door, Durnan the veteran innkeeper regards you with a nod and a smile. "What'll it be? Your first plate of food and first drink are on the house, courtesy of the Brewfist wedding party." He points to the backroom where you hear echoes of laughter and cheer, and even catch a glimpse of a halfling hugging the dwarven bride and somewhat nervous orc groom.
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.
Those affiliated with the Harpers
The young bard, who you know as Three-strings, gives you a nod.
And those with Force Grey
You recognize a handsome warrior in the corner as Meloon Wardragon. Your Force Grey contacts informed you that he recently left Force Grey under mysterious circumstances.
Wellin Nackle enters the Yawning Portal with a mischievous smile upon his face. The Forest Gnome would often venture into Waterdeep to fulfil his duties to his trickster God since most people no longer travel through the old woods and forests, a shame really. The locals would often tell tall stories of little men in the ancient parts of the forest, luring a fool or two on the promise of gold and fame, only to wake up with their shoes missing.
Wellin orders his drink with a quick hand gesture, seemingly producing a coin from thin air and places it firmly in the keeps hand. "Thanks, wee man!" Wellin cheekily answers as he grabs his drink and hobbles in his leafy clothes over to the bard who cannot carry a tune, whispers in his ear and casts Guidance. Hoping to Lugh, the bard plays in tune. He saunters over to the table where he would assume his next offerings to Lugh would be and sits patiently, legs dangling. His red beard soaking in the ale.
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Sybil nervously enters before shuffle toward, giving a flight head to three Strings on her way ordering some mead to go with some stew. She sits down at the table in the corner seat farthest from the wedding party and noise. She looks around the table for a second before focusing on her meal and drink while muttering to herself, "I hope this is a quick job. I have leads for new ruins to check out,"
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A group of rowdy sailors enters the Yawning Portal, already well into their cups. The way they dangle all over each other and their raucous shanty singing draws a bit of attention, but the truly observant patrons catch a glimpse of a small, scaly figure slipping in on the sailors' heels. Skirting the edges of the room, it looks less like the figure is actively trying to be stealthy and more like an ingrained habitual skulking. When he reaches an empty barstool at the end of a long bench, he puts a book on the ground, stands on it to boost himself up to the seat, then hauls the book up by a leather strap wrapped around it. Once he sits down, he throws back his hood, and blinks his kobold eyes a little bit in the light of the tavern.
Bonnie, the barmaid at the Yawning Portal, sees him and comes over. "Hello, Meep, it's good to see you again. Would you like your usual?"
Meep grins, a truly disconcerting effect with as many teeth as he has, and nods. "Yes, please - You know this is the only place in the city I can get grubs cooked just right. I'll need a whole flagon of ale tonight, I'm-" and he looks around as if conveying a grand secret, "I'm working on a new spell. A really good one." He pays her with a mix of coins and shiny objects.
A lithe form in dark clothes enters shortly behind the sailors, a wisp of long white hair escaping from the hood, stops at the approach of the man offering complimentary food and drink. "Whatever food you have at hand, and Dragonblood Wine if you have it," she answers, adjusting the bow on her back as she drops the hood of her cloak.
The drow follows the man to claim her request, then finds an open seat. Scanning the room, she decides there are too many eyes to be concerned here. Yet, at least. "Might as well enjoy this, then I can decide where to start looking for my next clues," she thinks to herself and begins to eat.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Twitch scuttles in through the door in Meeps wake......a 3 ft tall mass of black hair beneath which can be seen occasional glimpses of leather and nut brown skin.
At the mention of free food Twitch leapt up onto a stool their huge blade clattering against the wood as it dragged behind them, " Free food! Free Drink? Ok....good.....water. With lemon."
Twitch looked around and noted the kobold and Meloon, " Hello, Little Dragon! I'm Twitch!"
Twitch hesitated and sniffing sounds were heard from under the mass of hair, they had forgotten to wash the last few days but had found a spilt bottle of lavender oil on the street to roll in so probably smelt ok.....
A tall, brown-skinned dwarf wearing a beige fedora and a long coat of the same color walks calmly into the tavern. "Evening, Durnan! How is it going?"he asks the barkeep, giving a slow wave. And to his mention of free food he answers: "Oho, long lives to the new couple. I'll take an order of Trollfingers and a mug of Fireale then.*" He takes his order to a corner table, and asks the current occupant: "Wardragon, was it? Mind if I join you?"
* Trollfingers is a spicy dish made from fat river eels, and Fireale is a strong beer made even stronger by fortifying it with hard, clear liquor.
A man whose half-elven origins are clear in the slightly pointed ears and ashen-grey skin combined with the whiskers of a silvery-white beard growing to match his short cut hair. Though he walks gracefully and with a wide-eyed curiosity regarding his surroundings, he also grips his long staff firmly and keeps a wary eye on some of the more dubious looking characters. He moves to join his acquaintance (or is the word friend?), taking a seat next to the small kobold and nodding a greeting before his wary eyes catch sight of the drow woman and he tenses immediately, before slowly forcing himself to relax, whispering quietly to himself, "Relax, she's probably not here for you, even they wouldn't come up to the upper city for a single escaped slave."
The click-clack of her hind claws on the wooden floor usually made Khione self-conscious. No matter how muted, it meant a couple heads were turned. Though she was proud to be Dragonborn and wore her silver scaled with pride, the looks got to her sometimes. Those who'd been on the wrong end of a dragon's wrath.
Even if she was silver, even if she was metallic and not chromatic, it didn't always matter.
She almost didn't notice she'd been asked a question for a moment.
"My congratulations to the couple." Khione cleared her throat, her eyes wandering over towards them as she spoke. "Pork, very, very well done pork and... Light ale." While not a total teetotaler, she felt like having her wits about her that evening. Hearing someone greet a little dragon, her attention turned, at first confused - 6'2" was not the tallest for a dragonborn but still - until she saw the kobold, and a small, fond smile formed on her face.
Chainmail clinking as she approached the kobold from behind him, hand out to pat his shoulder, only catching the end of his sentence. "A good what?" she asked, the eyebrow-less eyebrow ridge furrowed. She nodded as well towards twitch, smiling sheepishly.
A group of rowdy sailors enters the Yawning Portal, already well into their cups. The way they dangle all over each other and their raucous shanty singing draws a bit of attention, but the truly observant patrons catch a glimpse of a small, scaly figure slipping in on the sailors' heels. Skirting the edges of the room, it looks less like the figure is actively trying to be stealthy and more like an ingrained habitual skulking. When he reaches an empty barstool at the end of a long bench, he puts a book on the ground, stands on it to boost himself up to the seat, then hauls the book up by a leather strap wrapped around it. Once he sits down, he throws back his hood, and blinks his kobold eyes a little bit in the light of the tavern.
Bonnie, the barmaid at the Yawning Portal, sees him and comes over. "Hello, Meep, it's good to see you again. Would you like your usual?"
Meep grins, a truly disconcerting effect with as many teeth as he has, and nods. "Yes, please - You know this is the only place in the city I can get grubs cooked just right. I'll need a whole flagon of ale tonight, I'm-" and he looks around as if conveying a grand secret, "I'm working on a new spell. A really good one." He pays her with a mix of coins and shiny objects.
Durnan looks over and smiles at Meep. "Good to you Meep. Don't worry, we'll have that flagon for ya.
A tall, brown-skinned dwarf wearing a beige fedora and a long coat of the same color walks calmly into the tavern. "Evening, Durnan! How is it going?"he asks the barkeep, giving a slow wave. And to his mention of free food he answers: "Oho, long lives to the new couple. I'll take an order of Trollfingers and a mug of Fireale then.*" He takes his order to a corner table, and asks the current occupant: "Wardragon, was it? Mind if I join you?"
* Trollfingers is a spicy dish made from fat river eels, and Fireale is a strong beer made even stronger by fortifying it with hard, clear liquor.
Durnan turns over to Alberich and smiles back. "Evening Alberich. it's a happening here at the Portal. Trollfingers and Fireale it is.
As Alberich sits next to Wardragon, the veteran warrior nods and raises his glass. "I was just about to head to finish my drink and head to bed, but we can chat for a second." I've seen you around the city? Alberich was it?"
The click-clack of her hind claws on the wooden floor usually made Khione self-conscious. No matter how muted, it meant a couple heads were turned. Though she was proud to be Dragonborn and wore her silver scaled with pride, the looks got to her sometimes. Those who'd been on the wrong end of a dragon's wrath.
Even if she was silver, even if she was metallic and not chromatic, it didn't always matter.
She almost didn't notice she'd been asked a question for a moment.
"My congratulations to the couple." Khione cleared her throat, her eyes wandering over towards them as she spoke. "Pork, very, very well done pork and... Light ale." While not a total teetotaler, she felt like having her wits about her that evening. Hearing someone greet a little dragon, her attention turned, at first confused - 6'2" was not the tallest for a dragonborn but still - until she saw the kobold, and a small, fond smile formed on her face.
Chainmail clinking as she approached the kobold from behind him, hand out to pat his shoulder, only catching the end of his sentence. "A good what?" she asked, the eyebrow-less eyebrow ridge furrowed. She nodded as well towards twitch, smiling sheepishly.
The groom smiles at Khione. "Thank you very much," he says with a wide smile, exposing his tusks.
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Meep looks around at all the newcomers, some he knows, some unexpected - stammering just a little at Khione's question, "Oh! Oh my, you're tall! A good spell, yes, working on something special, maybe I show you someday? Meep the Magical and his... I don't know what to call it yet, but it'll be good!" He returns to his scribbling with renewed enthusiasm.
Lussa'sears perk up at the kobold's words. New spell? A dragon-kin, and a dragon-servant. Possibly useful. And Twitch? "Now that's an interesting twist," she thinks, "but worth a look."
She finishes her food, and stands, gliding over towards the group. "Twitch, is that you?" She asks as she gets closer.
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Twitch turned and noted Lussa and bounced up and down on their stool, " Loose Vent? Is that you? "
" Its me. Come for the free grub too?"
" Lots of new folk in tonight.", Twitch stated unnecessarily tapping one long nailed hand on their blade, " Lots of folk.....crowded....not too crowded though. I'm ok, your ok."
Twitch threw back the majority of the hair that hung over their face and tried hard to let the manic glitter fade from their eyes, " Been busy? Hunting?"
Nodding along, Alberich answers: "Yes, Alberich Ironfist, at your service."He grabs one of his somewhat finger-sized eel bits, and slurps it down whole. It threatens to get stuck in his throat, but he helps it down with some Fireale. "*cough* Ah, that's the stuff. So, I heard you recently quit the gig I've just started. I was wondering if you had any tips for a new Hand", he goes on.
Wellin edges closer to the party, very slowly until he stands up on his chair and shouts at the bard, "Will ya feck off with ya banjo, ya eejit?!" Plugging his ears.
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Wardragon nods at Alberich. "Just swing fast and try and keep a clear head." He twitches for a moment before waving goodbye and going up to his room.
Everyone sits around their tables and meets old friends as they lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The atmosphere gets a little rowdier as the sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the somewhat irritated bard.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Like killin’ me mates, does ya?”
A seven-foot-tall half-orc woman 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.
Those who have Yarga as their Familiar Face recognize her as the one who was hit.
The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure. Before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?
Those who want to intervene can roll Initiative. If you want to stay back, you can roll initiative as well or choose not to.
Those who are higher than the bandits and Yarga go first.
Bandits Initiative - 8
Yarga Initiative - 6
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I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
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Meep's initiative: 22
Seeing the chaos unfold, Meep lets out a small yelp, gathers his notes and book, and jumps back into a corner, out of the way. He'll cast Mage Armor and generally try to stay out of the way.
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Sybil initiative 21
"Seriously? I can't even get away from these kind of brutes in the city? There's not guards or something? Fine, I guess I'll call with them like on a site," Sybil pushes her way throught the cluster and goes to cast Hex disadvantage on wisdom Checks, the backup guy then trying to shot him with a Eldritch blast.
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Khione initiative: 6
Khione chuckled to herself, giving the kobold a gentle pat on the head, trying not to be condescending about it. "You're quite small." she said in response, between chuckles. "I'd be interested myself."
Hearing the beginning of the commotion and the slap of fist on flesh, her attention was drawn away. Unsure yet if she wanted to get involved, Khione took a step or two back, using her Divine Sense to see if there was any reason for her to be interested in joining the fight.
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Initiative: 10
Lussa draws her hand axes, and stepping up behind one of the thugs 'friends,' gently lays the flat of one blade on his shoulder and whispers in his ear, "why don't we let them sort this out fairly, eh?"
Each of you arrives at the Yawning Portal in your way - some of you may know each other while others chose to walk alone. Those of you who've lived in Waterdeep, either for a short time or all your life know of the Portal's reputation for attracting adventurers. You might have even seen some famous heroes you've heard about on your travels.
As you first enter the door, Durnan the veteran innkeeper regards you with a nod and a smile. "What'll it be? Your first plate of food and first drink are on the house, courtesy of the Brewfist wedding party." He points to the backroom where you hear echoes of laughter and cheer, and even catch a glimpse of a halfling hugging the dwarven bride and somewhat nervous orc groom.
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.
Those affiliated with the Harpers
The young bard, who you know as Three-strings, gives you a nod.
And those with Force Grey
You recognize a handsome warrior in the corner as Meloon Wardragon. Your Force Grey contacts informed you that he recently left Force Grey under mysterious circumstances.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Wellin Nackle enters the Yawning Portal with a mischievous smile upon his face. The Forest Gnome would often venture into Waterdeep to fulfil his duties to his trickster God since most people no longer travel through the old woods and forests, a shame really. The locals would often tell tall stories of little men in the ancient parts of the forest, luring a fool or two on the promise of gold and fame, only to wake up with their shoes missing.
Wellin orders his drink with a quick hand gesture, seemingly producing a coin from thin air and places it firmly in the keeps hand. "Thanks, wee man!" Wellin cheekily answers as he grabs his drink and hobbles in his leafy clothes over to the bard who cannot carry a tune, whispers in his ear and casts Guidance. Hoping to Lugh, the bard plays in tune. He saunters over to the table where he would assume his next offerings to Lugh would be and sits patiently, legs dangling. His red beard soaking in the ale.
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Sybil nervously enters before shuffle toward, giving a flight head to three Strings on her way ordering some mead to go with some stew. She sits down at the table in the corner seat farthest from the wedding party and noise. She looks around the table for a second before focusing on her meal and drink while muttering to herself, "I hope this is a quick job. I have leads for new ruins to check out,"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDoneA group of rowdy sailors enters the Yawning Portal, already well into their cups. The way they dangle all over each other and their raucous shanty singing draws a bit of attention, but the truly observant patrons catch a glimpse of a small, scaly figure slipping in on the sailors' heels. Skirting the edges of the room, it looks less like the figure is actively trying to be stealthy and more like an ingrained habitual skulking. When he reaches an empty barstool at the end of a long bench, he puts a book on the ground, stands on it to boost himself up to the seat, then hauls the book up by a leather strap wrapped around it. Once he sits down, he throws back his hood, and blinks his kobold eyes a little bit in the light of the tavern.
Bonnie, the barmaid at the Yawning Portal, sees him and comes over. "Hello, Meep, it's good to see you again. Would you like your usual?"
Meep grins, a truly disconcerting effect with as many teeth as he has, and nods. "Yes, please - You know this is the only place in the city I can get grubs cooked just right. I'll need a whole flagon of ale tonight, I'm-" and he looks around as if conveying a grand secret, "I'm working on a new spell. A really good one." He pays her with a mix of coins and shiny objects.
A lithe form in dark clothes enters shortly behind the sailors, a wisp of long white hair escaping from the hood, stops at the approach of the man offering complimentary food and drink. "Whatever food you have at hand, and Dragonblood Wine if you have it," she answers, adjusting the bow on her back as she drops the hood of her cloak.
The drow follows the man to claim her request, then finds an open seat. Scanning the room, she decides there are too many eyes to be concerned here. Yet, at least. "Might as well enjoy this, then I can decide where to start looking for my next clues," she thinks to herself and begins to eat.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Twitch scuttles in through the door in Meeps wake......a 3 ft tall mass of black hair beneath which can be seen occasional glimpses of leather and nut brown skin.
At the mention of free food Twitch leapt up onto a stool their huge blade clattering against the wood as it dragged behind them, " Free food! Free Drink? Ok....good.....water. With lemon."
Twitch looked around and noted the kobold and Meloon, " Hello, Little Dragon! I'm Twitch!"
Twitch hesitated and sniffing sounds were heard from under the mass of hair, they had forgotten to wash the last few days but had found a spilt bottle of lavender oil on the street to roll in so probably smelt ok.....
A tall, brown-skinned dwarf wearing a beige fedora and a long coat of the same color walks calmly into the tavern. "Evening, Durnan! How is it going?" he asks the barkeep, giving a slow wave. And to his mention of free food he answers: "Oho, long lives to the new couple. I'll take an order of Trollfingers and a mug of Fireale then.*" He takes his order to a corner table, and asks the current occupant: "Wardragon, was it? Mind if I join you?"
* Trollfingers is a spicy dish made from fat river eels, and Fireale is a strong beer made even stronger by fortifying it with hard, clear liquor.
A man whose half-elven origins are clear in the slightly pointed ears and ashen-grey skin combined with the whiskers of a silvery-white beard growing to match his short cut hair. Though he walks gracefully and with a wide-eyed curiosity regarding his surroundings, he also grips his long staff firmly and keeps a wary eye on some of the more dubious looking characters. He moves to join his acquaintance (or is the word friend?), taking a seat next to the small kobold and nodding a greeting before his wary eyes catch sight of the drow woman and he tenses immediately, before slowly forcing himself to relax, whispering quietly to himself, "Relax, she's probably not here for you, even they wouldn't come up to the upper city for a single escaped slave."
The click-clack of her hind claws on the wooden floor usually made Khione self-conscious. No matter how muted, it meant a couple heads were turned. Though she was proud to be Dragonborn and wore her silver scaled with pride, the looks got to her sometimes. Those who'd been on the wrong end of a dragon's wrath.
Even if she was silver, even if she was metallic and not chromatic, it didn't always matter.
She almost didn't notice she'd been asked a question for a moment.
"My congratulations to the couple." Khione cleared her throat, her eyes wandering over towards them as she spoke. "Pork, very, very well done pork and... Light ale." While not a total teetotaler, she felt like having her wits about her that evening. Hearing someone greet a little dragon, her attention turned, at first confused - 6'2" was not the tallest for a dragonborn but still - until she saw the kobold, and a small, fond smile formed on her face.
Chainmail clinking as she approached the kobold from behind him, hand out to pat his shoulder, only catching the end of his sentence. "A good what?" she asked, the eyebrow-less eyebrow ridge furrowed. She nodded as well towards twitch, smiling sheepishly.
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Durnan looks over and smiles at Meep. "Good to you Meep. Don't worry, we'll have that flagon for ya.
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Durnan turns over to Alberich and smiles back. "Evening Alberich. it's a happening here at the Portal. Trollfingers and Fireale it is.
As Alberich sits next to Wardragon, the veteran warrior nods and raises his glass. "I was just about to head to finish my drink and head to bed, but we can chat for a second." I've seen you around the city? Alberich was it?"
The groom smiles at Khione. "Thank you very much," he says with a wide smile, exposing his tusks.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Meep looks around at all the newcomers, some he knows, some unexpected - stammering just a little at Khione's question, "Oh! Oh my, you're tall! A good spell, yes, working on something special, maybe I show you someday? Meep the Magical and his... I don't know what to call it yet, but it'll be good!" He returns to his scribbling with renewed enthusiasm.
Lussa's ears perk up at the kobold's words. New spell? A dragon-kin, and a dragon-servant. Possibly useful. And Twitch? "Now that's an interesting twist," she thinks, "but worth a look."
She finishes her food, and stands, gliding over towards the group. "Twitch, is that you?" She asks as she gets closer.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
Twitch turned and noted Lussa and bounced up and down on their stool, " Loose Vent? Is that you? "
" Its me. Come for the free grub too?"
" Lots of new folk in tonight.", Twitch stated unnecessarily tapping one long nailed hand on their blade, " Lots of folk.....crowded....not too crowded though. I'm ok, your ok."
Twitch threw back the majority of the hair that hung over their face and tried hard to let the manic glitter fade from their eyes, " Been busy? Hunting?"
Nodding along, Alberich answers: "Yes, Alberich Ironfist, at your service." He grabs one of his somewhat finger-sized eel bits, and slurps it down whole. It threatens to get stuck in his throat, but he helps it down with some Fireale. "*cough* Ah, that's the stuff. So, I heard you recently quit the gig I've just started. I was wondering if you had any tips for a new Hand", he goes on.
Wellin edges closer to the party, very slowly until he stands up on his chair and shouts at the bard, "Will ya feck off with ya banjo, ya eejit?!" Plugging his ears.
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Wardragon nods at Alberich. "Just swing fast and try and keep a clear head." He twitches for a moment before waving goodbye and going up to his room.
Everyone sits around their tables and meets old friends as they lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The atmosphere gets a little rowdier as the sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the somewhat irritated bard.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “Like killin’ me mates, does ya?”
A seven-foot-tall half-orc woman 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.
Those who have Yarga as their Familiar Face recognize her as the one who was hit.
The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure. Before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?
Those who want to intervene can roll Initiative. If you want to stay back, you can roll initiative as well or choose not to.
Those who are higher than the bandits and Yarga go first.
Bandits Initiative - 8
Yarga Initiative - 6
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Meep's initiative: 22
Seeing the chaos unfold, Meep lets out a small yelp, gathers his notes and book, and jumps back into a corner, out of the way. He'll cast Mage Armor and generally try to stay out of the way.
Sybil initiative 21
"Seriously? I can't even get away from these kind of brutes in the city? There's not guards or something? Fine, I guess I'll call with them like on a site," Sybil pushes her way throught the cluster and goes to cast Hex disadvantage on wisdom Checks, the backup guy then trying to shot him with a Eldritch blast.
Attack: 26 Damage: 11
Hex damage 2
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Khione chuckled to herself, giving the kobold a gentle pat on the head, trying not to be condescending about it. "You're quite small." she said in response, between chuckles. "I'd be interested myself."
Hearing the beginning of the commotion and the slap of fist on flesh, her attention was drawn away. Unsure yet if she wanted to get involved, Khione took a step or two back, using her Divine Sense to see if there was any reason for her to be interested in joining the fight.
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Constance "Connie" Qenan, Tiefling Inquisitive Rogue 5, Archfey Warlock 2
Initiative: 10
Lussa draws her hand axes, and stepping up behind one of the thugs 'friends,' gently lays the flat of one blade on his shoulder and whispers in his ear, "why don't we let them sort this out fairly, eh?"
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.