It is the evening of the festival of Highharvestide in the Year of Three Ships Sailing. Cold winds howl outside a packed tavern. Not just any tavern, but the Yawning Portal, the most famous tavern in Waterdeep. In addition to the ale and beer, which are high quality and of an acceptable price, it is famous in part for its unorthodox design: it was built around a wide and deep well leading into the Undermountain, the massive dungeon below Waterdeep.
Today you are at the Yawning Portal to feast and be merry! You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards; the taproom is so full that you have to sit with those you may not know. There is a tradition on Highharvestide: when feasting together one is supposed to give a short introduction to the table, whether everyone else at the table already knows them or not.
A small, though not smaller than most, Rock Gnome grins as he takes another deep drink of ale and scans to look around the table. He stands on his seat, knowing that this usually gets people's attention, and adjusts his dark green cloak to look more formal and presentable. He raises his hand, and with face slightly flushed, he smiles from ear to ear and says,
"Greetings! I am so excited to be here in Waterdeep! I don't travel to the city very often, because when I do, I like to spend all my money at taverns like this one. It is really great, don't you think? I mean, you can look down the well and almost sense the possible stories of adventures! I love myself a good adventure and really helping people out, you know? I am also really excited to be here! Did I say that part already? Anyway, here is to the friends I just met and the friends we will make!"
The Gnome raises his mug and takes a drink encouraging everyone else to do so.
"Oh, and my name is Robyn! Robyn Nackle, and I travel around to help make people safe and sound! Hey, that is a rhyme!"
Delighted, Robyn sits back on his chair, eager to meet everyone else, possibly everyone in the tavern if he has time.
One of the more unusual beings that you see is a man with the head of a bird; yellowish beak, brown eyes, and gray feathers. An aarakocra - perhaps you've seen one on the streets. This one, however, seems to lack the wings that most of his kind have. Instead, mounted on his back is a strange device with two metal and canvas wings folded behind it. He sets his flagon down.
"Kai, auxiliary for Waterdeep's Griffon Calvary city watch unit. Off duty, here for some R&R. Pleasure to meet you." He nods, raising his mug. "To all you visitors, we welcome you to our City of Splendors. To all my fellow Waterdhavians, wish you all well this evening."
Amihan looks around the table with green, sparkling eyes “Ilmater’s blessing on all of you! My name is Amihan, but friends call me Ami, which I hope you all will do” she speaks in a breathy voice. She is clad in plain grey traveling robes that contrast nicely with her deep blue skin, a roll of scrolls and parchment peeking out from her backpack. The sides of her head are shaved with a crop of silver hair on top and flipped over to one side. “I am a new visitor to the City of Splendors and see that I timed my visit perfectly with the festival. I am a seeker of knowledge, among other things, and look forward to exploring all the city has to offer.”
Placing down a large parchment onto the table in front of him a dinner plate held vertically in his hand, a tall sky blue haired elf with strange purple eyes looks up placing the plate to his teeth attempting to bite into it. With a thick Scottish accent "Bluh this after dinner dish is terrible, wait did you say this is Waterdeep?" He looks down at the parchment serching."Well nine hells I believe I am lost!"Slamming his fist onto the table "Huzzah I guess its time for adventure! Another round anyone?" Standing swiftly the elf grabs the left hand of the males at the table and places them to his forehead and the right hand of the female at the table and does the same. "Fondest greetings to you all I am Maros of the Elaranyus, by the way!"
After a moment of silence, the bright blue eyes of a short, round-faced, lilac-skinned half-elf shift from a small trinket in her hands up to the various folk of Waterdeep staring at her expectantly. "Oh, my turn? I always hated this..."She grunts, slipping whatever was in her hands into a pouch on her belt and brushing some gray-white hair out of her face. The woman slides down in her chair and leans her left cheekbone, which bears a small tattoo of three birds dancing on a breeze, on her fist, mostly covering the crimson flock. "My name is Liz... and I've got a good feeling about this autumn! I guess. Glad to be spending it here in the Portal! Happy Highharvesttide."
Suddenly, all the noise of the tavern is eclipsed by a shout: "Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?"
As you turn your heads to the voice, a seven-foot-tall half-orc 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-orc cracks her knuckles, gets up out of her seat, 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? (Anyone that's going to intervene on either side, roll initiative.)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
A word about initiative in this game: to make things go faster in PBP, any time multiple players are up before the next NPC, they can act in any order.
Average Joe grabs a tankard off of a nearby table and attempts to hit Yagra Stonefist the Half-Orc over the head with it! (Attack: 20 Damage: 2) He hits her with it!
Amihan and Robyn are up first!
Average Joe: 21 Amihan: 16 (AC: 15) Robyn: 15 (AC: 12) Pierre the Piercer: 10 Kai: 9 (AC: 15) Maros: 9 (AC: 13) Taonos: 9 (AC: 12) Babyface Bennie: 8 Lyssa: 7 (AC: 14) Yagra Stonefist the Half-Orc: 7 (-7 HP) Scar-Eyed Scott: 3 Krentz the Tattooed Thug: 3
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Amihan slides away from the table and appears to glide across the room, weaving through the crowd of excited patrons and attacking one of the human thugs (attacking Pierre the Piercer) with two unarmed strikes to the face.
Maros stands to his feet looking at the scene unfolding, he reaches to a pouch at his waste and pulls out a small pan flute. Maros plays a high pitched irritating note[performance:10] and then yells "Oi I thought this was some sort of mating ritual why is everyone getting so testy?" tapping his finger to his chin. "Wait is this a fight?" He flicks a curved piece of wood at Pierre[attack:8 Damage4].
It is the evening of the festival of Highharvestide in the Year of Three Ships Sailing. Cold winds howl outside a packed tavern. Not just any tavern, but the Yawning Portal, the most famous tavern in Waterdeep. In addition to the ale and beer, which are high quality and of an acceptable price, it is famous in part for its unorthodox design: it was built around a wide and deep well leading into the Undermountain, the massive dungeon below Waterdeep.
Today you are at the Yawning Portal to feast and be merry! You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards; the taproom is so full that you have to sit with those you may not know. There is a tradition on Highharvestide: when feasting together one is supposed to give a short introduction to the table, whether everyone else at the table already knows them or not.
Don't be shy; introduce yourself!
A small, though not smaller than most, Rock Gnome grins as he takes another deep drink of ale and scans to look around the table. He stands on his seat, knowing that this usually gets people's attention, and adjusts his dark green cloak to look more formal and presentable. He raises his hand, and with face slightly flushed, he smiles from ear to ear and says,
"Greetings! I am so excited to be here in Waterdeep! I don't travel to the city very often, because when I do, I like to spend all my money at taverns like this one. It is really great, don't you think? I mean, you can look down the well and almost sense the possible stories of adventures! I love myself a good adventure and really helping people out, you know? I am also really excited to be here! Did I say that part already? Anyway, here is to the friends I just met and the friends we will make!"
The Gnome raises his mug and takes a drink encouraging everyone else to do so.
"Oh, and my name is Robyn! Robyn Nackle, and I travel around to help make people safe and sound! Hey, that is a rhyme!"
Delighted, Robyn sits back on his chair, eager to meet everyone else, possibly everyone in the tavern if he has time.
One of the more unusual beings that you see is a man with the head of a bird; yellowish beak, brown eyes, and gray feathers. An aarakocra - perhaps you've seen one on the streets. This one, however, seems to lack the wings that most of his kind have. Instead, mounted on his back is a strange device with two metal and canvas wings folded behind it. He sets his flagon down.
"Kai, auxiliary for Waterdeep's Griffon Calvary city watch unit. Off duty, here for some R&R. Pleasure to meet you." He nods, raising his mug. "To all you visitors, we welcome you to our City of Splendors. To all my fellow Waterdhavians, wish you all well this evening."
Amihan looks around the table with green, sparkling eyes “Ilmater’s blessing on all of you! My name is Amihan, but friends call me Ami, which I hope you all will do” she speaks in a breathy voice. She is clad in plain grey traveling robes that contrast nicely with her deep blue skin, a roll of scrolls and parchment peeking out from her backpack. The sides of her head are shaved with a crop of silver hair on top and flipped over to one side. “I am a new visitor to the City of Splendors and see that I timed my visit perfectly with the festival. I am a seeker of knowledge, among other things, and look forward to exploring all the city has to offer.”
Placing down a large parchment onto the table in front of him a dinner plate held vertically in his hand, a tall sky blue haired elf with strange purple eyes looks up placing the plate to his teeth attempting to bite into it. With a thick Scottish accent "Bluh this after dinner dish is terrible, wait did you say this is Waterdeep?" He looks down at the parchment serching."Well nine hells I believe I am lost!" Slamming his fist onto the table "Huzzah I guess its time for adventure! Another round anyone?" Standing swiftly the elf grabs the left hand of the males at the table and places them to his forehead and the right hand of the female at the table and does the same. "Fondest greetings to you all I am Maros of the Elaranyus, by the way!"
Maros of Elaranyus(lvl 1)
After a moment of silence, the bright blue eyes of a short, round-faced, lilac-skinned half-elf shift from a small trinket in her hands up to the various folk of Waterdeep staring at her expectantly. "Oh, my turn? I always hated this..." She grunts, slipping whatever was in her hands into a pouch on her belt and brushing some gray-white hair out of her face. The woman slides down in her chair and leans her left cheekbone, which bears a small tattoo of three birds dancing on a breeze, on her fist, mostly covering the crimson flock. "My name is Liz... and I've got a good feeling about this autumn! I guess. Glad to be spending it here in the Portal! Happy Highharvesttide."
Suddenly, all the noise of the tavern is eclipsed by a shout: "Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?"
As you turn your heads to the voice, a seven-foot-tall half-orc 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-orc cracks her knuckles, gets up out of her seat, 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? (Anyone that's going to intervene on either side, roll initiative.)
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Maros of Elaranyus(lvl 1)
Kai Initiative: 9
"That doesn't seem like a fair fight..let's even the odds!" Amihan stands.
Amihan Initiative: 16
"It never hurts to help!" shouts Robyn.
15 for initiative
Initiative rolls for the NPCs:
Yagra Stonefist the Half-Orc: 7
Krentz the Tattooed Thug: 3
Babyface Bennie: 8
Scar-Eyed Scott: 3
Pierre the Piercer: 10
Average Joe: 21
A word about initiative in this game: to make things go faster in PBP, any time multiple players are up before the next NPC, they can act in any order.
Average Joe grabs a tankard off of a nearby table and attempts to hit Yagra Stonefist the Half-Orc over the head with it! (Attack: 20 Damage: 2) He hits her with it!
Amihan and Robyn are up first!
Average Joe: 21
Amihan: 16 (AC: 15)
Robyn: 15 (AC: 12)
Pierre the Piercer: 10
Kai: 9 (AC: 15)
Maros: 9 (AC: 13)
Taonos: 9 (AC: 12)
Babyface Bennie: 8
Lyssa: 7 (AC: 14)
Yagra Stonefist the Half-Orc: 7 (-7 HP)
Scar-Eyed Scott: 3
Krentz the Tattooed Thug: 3
Amihan slides away from the table and appears to glide across the room, weaving through the crowd of excited patrons and attacking one of the human thugs (attacking Pierre the Piercer) with two unarmed strikes to the face.
Attack: 22 Damage: 9
Attack: 18 Damage: 6
Taking the lead from Amihan, Robyn draws his rapier and attacks Scar-Eyed Scott.
Attack: 11 Damage: 10
(PS, this is my first time playing PbP, so just let me know if I messed up the attack roll.)
(Looks fine!)
Amihan's second punch strikes Pierre the Piercer dead on the nose! He's in bad shape now.
Robyn meanwhile nearly guts Scar-Eyed Scott, but the gangster manages to dodge out of the way at the last minute.
Pierre draws a blade and attempts to skewer Amihan with it! (Attack: 23 Damage: 4)
Whether he hit or not, Kai, Maros and Taonos are now up!
Average Joe: 21
Amihan: 16 (AC: 15)
Robyn: 15 (AC: 12)
Pierre the Piercer: 10 (-9 HP)
Kai: 9 (AC: 15)
Maros: 9 (AC: 13)
Taonos: 9 (AC: 12)
Babyface Bennie: 8
Lyssa: 7 (AC: 14)
Yagra Stonefist the Half-Orc: 7 (-7 HP)
Scar-Eyed Scott: 3
Krentz the Tattooed Thug: 3
Seeing the glint of steel in the tavern's torchlight, Durnan shouts a reminder: "Keep it non-lethal!"
Maros stands to his feet looking at the scene unfolding, he reaches to a pouch at his waste and pulls out a small pan flute. Maros plays a high pitched irritating note[performance:10] and then yells "Oi I thought this was some sort of mating ritual why is everyone getting so testy?" tapping his finger to his chin. "Wait is this a fight?" He flicks a curved piece of wood at Pierre[attack:8 Damage4].
Maros of Elaranyus(lvl 1)