Samir scrambles towards the exit to the lodging rooms, one hand clutching his bag to his chest, the other wrapped over the top of his head as if it would protect it from whatever ill-aimed projectile that might come his way.
(Take the Dodge Action and try to keep the heck out of the way)
As the chaos gets into full swing, even the patrons who are still enjoying drinks at their tables are getting involved, cheering and hollering. But Samir, Malachi, and Ashley notice one man at a corner table doesn't seem to watching the fight. Rather he is specifically watching Malachi, to the exclusion of all else. Malachi doesn't have much time to consider that fact, however, as another drunkard at the bar next him takes a swing. The fist just barely manages to penetrate the magical armour coating Malachi, and clips him on the chin (Drunkard 8 strikes for 3 damage).
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Ashley smiles demurely at the rich snob that has stopped his attack because she was a woman, "Why don't you have a seat. Looks like you are now carrying a load." as she looks at the gnome that is now a backpack on him.
Ashley elbows Malachi and nods towards the man staring at him. "Do you know him? He sure has a thing for you." And glaring at D8 for hitting Mal, she moves her hand up and spreading it's fingers she blows over her hand, turning it a slight blue color, casting frostbite on the man. DC 14 CON save or 3 cold damage and disadvantage on his next attack.
The man stumbles back from Ashley's magic in surprise and pain.
D6 takes the opportunity afforded by D7s stumble to pull out a dagger and slash at the man's ankle (3 damage). There is a small splash of blood, and D7 starts hopping on foot, howling in pain.
Seeing one of the drunkards (D3) skirt around him and confront Ashley, only to be grappled by another (D1), Joren roars in fury and attacks from his own position with the flat of his greatsword, flanking with Ashley.
Jorengreatsword non-lethal attack, at advantage due to flanking: To Hit: 26 (CRIT) Damage: 18 (non-lethal)
"I am growing tired of explaining how coming in here and tangling with us is a bad idea for you," he observes loudly to no one in particular.
The rich (D3) young man finds himself falling through the air suddenly as a greatsword weeps his legs out from under him. His head cracks against the bar, as the gnome (D1) jumps free and he slumps to the ground, out cold. The goliath (D4) behind Joren roars and tries to hurl the gnome (D4) on his own back at him, but the gnome is too wily, and ends up latched onto the front of his face, digging tiny thumbs into the goliath's large eyes. (3 Damage).
The man bitten by frost panics and tries to kick wildly at Malachi and run away, but he loses his footing and stumble backward, nearly tumbling a stool and leaving him wide open (Sam and Malachi can take AoO as he tries to run.)
The other goliath (D10), seeing magic and naked steel coming out, makes the wise decision. He looks over his shoulder to figure out his path to the door, narrowly ducks another swing from his opponent (D5), and fully sprints for the door. Marion, standing by intimidatingly, watches him go though she makes no move to strike his back.
Malachi’s head snaps back as he catches a glancing blow to his chin. Before he can react, Ashley blows a blast of cold air at his attacker and he watches the man stumble away. “Thanks for that” he says, before turning his attention to the man Ashley pointed out “I am not sure. I noticed him as well, but I don’t think I know him. Let’s find out.”
He grabs an unbroken bottle from the bar and disengages from the melee around him, dodging falling bodies as he makes his way to the man’s table. He sits down gracefully and pours a drink in a glass in front of the man. “It’s getting a bit crowded in here, but I couldn’t help but notice you staring. Is there something I can do for you?" Malachi spins a copper coin on the table as he speaks.
The large orc at Joren's side (5) gives him a nod and then hurls himself at the man who just had his ankle slashed (D7), laying the hapless man flat.
One of the gnomes (D2) throws up his hands in surrender after seeing Joren fell a man with one blow, but his friend, (D1) continues his frenzied attack on the goliath's eyes.
The seated man watches Malachi make his approach, and waits a long moment before he starts speaking, the tight pale skin of his face creasing in a smile. "Just admiring your moves and presence of mind in chaotic situation. Was that magic I saw you use there?"
Once safely outside of the scrum, Samir swings around so that he can see what's happening, backing further away all the time. His eyes behind their glass lenses briefly alight on a man who seems to be doing nothing more than watching Malachi of all people from a thus far unmolested table. The artificer can spare little attention for the stranger, however, as he is brought back to the press of drunks and rabble rowsers with Joren caught in the middle of them all. A sudden flare of anger at the whole ridiculousness of the situation blooms up inside of him, and with a scowl he dips a hand into his bag. It comes back with a sphere of rough ceramic that he immediately hurls into the midst of the struggle with a shout.
"That is absolutely enough!"
The sphere hits the ground and bursts, spilling viscous, slippery liquid in a now glistening patch of floorboards.
"If I must make you all sit in the corner like ill-behaved children, I will!"
Casting Grease in the middle of the brawl, DC 14 Dex save or hit the ground! It is also Difficult Terrain.
The brawl practically screeches to a halt as three of the drunk patrons go down immediately in the grease. Others spit the stuff out of their mouths and try to wipe off their clothes, fighting spirit significantly dampened. One of the off-duty guards sighs and gets up from his seat. With a hand resting casually on the blackjack sitting on his belt, he saunters over. "Yeah, yeah, enough's enough fella's. Break it up for tonight. Get home to your families and sleep it off. And Ben, get your buddy to a healer."
Groaning and grumbling, or laughing as they nurse bruises, most of the patrons who had been moments ago at each other's throats start filtering out of the barroom, leaving just the patrons who are still peacefully drinking at their tables. On his way out, the large orc who had been fighting back to back with Joren gives him a nod and clasps his arm. "Good fight. Be seeing you around."
Naeve and the other bartender stand up from behind the bar and regard the greasy mess with helpless expressions. "This will take all night to clean up," Naeve laments.
Malachi returns the man’s smile and maintains his eye contact, even when Samir breaks up the fight. “I have found it is always best to keep your head in chaotic situations. I am blessed with friends who can say the same.” He ignores the magic remark for the moment. “You seem comfortable in the mist of all this madness as well. What brings you here?” Malachi continues to spin the copper on the table, subtly trying to connect with the man’s mind.
(spending 1 sorcery point for subtle spell to cast detect thoughts keeping it surface level for now).
Surprised by Samir's outburst more than his genius use of grease, Ashley does her best to sidestep the situation and heads over to where Malachi sits.
She pulls up a chair and sits down next to him, "Hope you don't mind me joining, but I wouldn't mind having a seat while I have my dinner." she says this to no one in particular and waits to hear what the man has to say.
"Oh, I just like to people watch," the man says, smiling. Malachi's temple itches.
His thoughts
Marked! He's been marked. And he has magic no less!
He watches as Ashley approaches and sits down. His demeanour dampens a bit, and he says, "Actually, I was just finishing up. I should be going." He starts moving to rise from his seat.
Almost, almostJoren manages to keep his feet in the midst of the grease and swing the flat of his greatsword down on another hapless drunkard. Which of course he could still do from his echo's position (and his echo cannot be prone, having immunity to all conditions, and can move 30' regardless of difficult terrain). But as Joren himself falls prone, an oily mess covering his face, worn chain mail and backside, he knows exactly who summoned the grease, having seen it before. Bloody flaming sheep guts! I was just starting to have fun.
Moving his echo out of the grease and using a bonus action to swap places with it, he attempts to growl and glare balefully at Samir, but it turns out he has too much of a soft spot for the bespectacled artificer and it comes out as a rueful laugh as Joren shakes his head despite himself.
As the fracas disperses, Joren returns the orc's arm clasp and grunts in acknowledgement. He is just going to offer to help Naeve clean up a bit and get things squared away when he notices the man Malachi is conversing with, as Ashley also sits down next to him expectantly.
He and his echo bracket the man and Joren, still standing, leans a heavy paw on the man's shoulder, easing him back down and soiling the stranger's tunic with the remnants of the grease. "Why rushing off now, friend? Having time to watch the brawl, then having time to chat with us, yes?"
(In case the stranger tries to flee suddenly, Joren will use a combination of his echo and his Sentinel feat with an unarmed strike to stop him if he can).
The man slumps back down in his seat and grimaces at the fresh mess on his tunic. "Watch the fight, yes. I've little interest in participating in one though, so if you're looking for another one, I suggest you turn your attentions elsewhere."
Joren sees the nervousness in his demeanour. His eyes glance around, looking desperately for a way out of the situation. "But if a chat is all you want, then it would be rude of me to refuse. What's on your minds, folks?" He tries making eye contact with one of the city guards.
Samir straightens from the half-crouch he was in as the fight breaks up and the various patrons begin going their separate ways. Fidgeting with his glasses with one hand, he almost misses Joren's look, managing to reply with a sheepish shrug. Picking his way carefully so as to not find himself unceremoniously on the ground, he makes his way over to the bar and clambers onto an empty stool.
"Oh, don't worry overmuch," he begins in reply to Naeve's lament. "The chemical will dissipate on its own in short order." The faint smile he had begun to sprout falls as he takes in the broken glass and wood scattered around the area. "Sadly I cannot say much for the other... debris."
Malachi rubs his temple as he feels the itch, then places his hand on the man’s forearm as Joren suddenly appears and keeps the man in his chair. “Rest easy, friend, we just want to talk.” Malachi tries to make sense of the man’s thoughts and decides to take a gamble, sharing a quick look with Joren and Ashley as if to say trust me.
He leans forward conspiratorially, “and a people watcher may help. We are new in town, freshly arrived from Tensmith where things have not gone quite according to plan. We need connections in town, someone we can trust to share what happened. There is still work to do before the arrival. Can you help?”Malachi shares a knowing look with the man.
Ashley takes a long pull of her ale and as Malachi asks the man if he can help, she smiles at the man as though she knows what her sorcerer friend is talking about.
"Oh, did you want something to eat as well while we chat? I'm sure Naeve can arrange something."
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This is absolute chaos! What the hells happened?
Samir scrambles towards the exit to the lodging rooms, one hand clutching his bag to his chest, the other wrapped over the top of his head as if it would protect it from whatever ill-aimed projectile that might come his way.
(Take the Dodge Action and try to keep the heck out of the way)
Clumsy swings fly at Samir from different directions, but he ducks and dips, weaving through the crows for the stairs.
(Everyone make me a perception or insight. Malachi with advantage)
Now that Joren has given in to there being a tavern brawl, he is focused on getting it finished with a minimum of damage to his friends and himself.
Apparently to the exclusion of everything else. Perception: 5 (Natural 1).
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
As the chaos gets into full swing, even the patrons who are still enjoying drinks at their tables are getting involved, cheering and hollering. But Samir, Malachi, and Ashley notice one man at a corner table doesn't seem to watching the fight. Rather he is specifically watching Malachi, to the exclusion of all else. Malachi doesn't have much time to consider that fact, however, as another drunkard at the bar next him takes a swing. The fist just barely manages to penetrate the magical armour coating Malachi, and clips him on the chin (Drunkard 8 strikes for 3 damage).
Ashley smiles demurely at the rich snob that has stopped his attack because she was a woman, "Why don't you have a seat. Looks like you are now carrying a load." as she looks at the gnome that is now a backpack on him.
Ashley elbows Malachi and nods towards the man staring at him. "Do you know him? He sure has a thing for you." And glaring at D8 for hitting Mal, she moves her hand up and spreading it's fingers she blows over her hand, turning it a slight blue color, casting frostbite on the man. DC 14 CON save or 3 cold damage and disadvantage on his next attack.
"You need to chill out." she tells D8.
The man stumbles back from Ashley's magic in surprise and pain.
D6 takes the opportunity afforded by D7s stumble to pull out a dagger and slash at the man's ankle (3 damage). There is a small splash of blood, and D7 starts hopping on foot, howling in pain.
Seeing one of the drunkards (D3) skirt around him and confront Ashley, only to be grappled by another (D1), Joren roars in fury and attacks from his own position with the flat of his greatsword, flanking with Ashley.
Joren greatsword non-lethal attack, at advantage due to flanking:
To Hit: 26 (CRIT)
Damage: 18 (non-lethal)
"I am growing tired of explaining how coming in here and tangling with us is a bad idea for you," he observes loudly to no one in particular.
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
The rich (D3) young man finds himself falling through the air suddenly as a greatsword weeps his legs out from under him. His head cracks against the bar, as the gnome (D1) jumps free and he slumps to the ground, out cold. The goliath (D4) behind Joren roars and tries to hurl the gnome (D4) on his own back at him, but the gnome is too wily, and ends up latched onto the front of his face, digging tiny thumbs into the goliath's large eyes. (3 Damage).
The man bitten by frost panics and tries to kick wildly at Malachi and run away, but he loses his footing and stumble backward, nearly tumbling a stool and leaving him wide open (Sam and Malachi can take AoO as he tries to run.)
The other goliath (D10), seeing magic and naked steel coming out, makes the wise decision. He looks over his shoulder to figure out his path to the door, narrowly ducks another swing from his opponent (D5), and fully sprints for the door. Marion, standing by intimidatingly, watches him go though she makes no move to strike his back.
Malachi’s head snaps back as he catches a glancing blow to his chin. Before he can react, Ashley blows a blast of cold air at his attacker and he watches the man stumble away. “Thanks for that” he says, before turning his attention to the man Ashley pointed out “I am not sure. I noticed him as well, but I don’t think I know him. Let’s find out.”
He grabs an unbroken bottle from the bar and disengages from the melee around him, dodging falling bodies as he makes his way to the man’s table. He sits down gracefully and pours a drink in a glass in front of the man. “It’s getting a bit crowded in here, but I couldn’t help but notice you staring. Is there something I can do for you?" Malachi spins a copper coin on the table as he speaks.
The large orc at Joren's side (5) gives him a nod and then hurls himself at the man who just had his ankle slashed (D7), laying the hapless man flat.
One of the gnomes (D2) throws up his hands in surrender after seeing Joren fell a man with one blow, but his friend, (D1) continues his frenzied attack on the goliath's eyes.
The seated man watches Malachi make his approach, and waits a long moment before he starts speaking, the tight pale skin of his face creasing in a smile. "Just admiring your moves and presence of mind in chaotic situation. Was that magic I saw you use there?"
Once safely outside of the scrum, Samir swings around so that he can see what's happening, backing further away all the time. His eyes behind their glass lenses briefly alight on a man who seems to be doing nothing more than watching Malachi of all people from a thus far unmolested table. The artificer can spare little attention for the stranger, however, as he is brought back to the press of drunks and rabble rowsers with Joren caught in the middle of them all. A sudden flare of anger at the whole ridiculousness of the situation blooms up inside of him, and with a scowl he dips a hand into his bag. It comes back with a sphere of rough ceramic that he immediately hurls into the midst of the struggle with a shout.
"That is absolutely enough!"
The sphere hits the ground and bursts, spilling viscous, slippery liquid in a now glistening patch of floorboards.
"If I must make you all sit in the corner like ill-behaved children, I will!"
Casting Grease in the middle of the brawl, DC 14 Dex save or hit the ground! It is also Difficult Terrain.
The brawl practically screeches to a halt as three of the drunk patrons go down immediately in the grease. Others spit the stuff out of their mouths and try to wipe off their clothes, fighting spirit significantly dampened. One of the off-duty guards sighs and gets up from his seat. With a hand resting casually on the blackjack sitting on his belt, he saunters over. "Yeah, yeah, enough's enough fella's. Break it up for tonight. Get home to your families and sleep it off. And Ben, get your buddy to a healer."
Groaning and grumbling, or laughing as they nurse bruises, most of the patrons who had been moments ago at each other's throats start filtering out of the barroom, leaving just the patrons who are still peacefully drinking at their tables. On his way out, the large orc who had been fighting back to back with Joren gives him a nod and clasps his arm. "Good fight. Be seeing you around."
Naeve and the other bartender stand up from behind the bar and regard the greasy mess with helpless expressions. "This will take all night to clean up," Naeve laments.
Malachi returns the man’s smile and maintains his eye contact, even when Samir breaks up the fight. “I have found it is always best to keep your head in chaotic situations. I am blessed with friends who can say the same.” He ignores the magic remark for the moment. “You seem comfortable in the mist of all this madness as well. What brings you here?” Malachi continues to spin the copper on the table, subtly trying to connect with the man’s mind.
(spending 1 sorcery point for subtle spell to cast detect thoughts keeping it surface level for now).
Surprised by Samir's outburst more than his genius use of grease, Ashley does her best to sidestep the situation and heads over to where Malachi sits.
She pulls up a chair and sits down next to him, "Hope you don't mind me joining, but I wouldn't mind having a seat while I have my dinner." she says this to no one in particular and waits to hear what the man has to say.
"Oh, I just like to people watch," the man says, smiling. Malachi's temple itches.
His thoughts
Marked! He's been marked. And he has magic no less!
He watches as Ashley approaches and sits down. His demeanour dampens a bit, and he says, "Actually, I was just finishing up. I should be going." He starts moving to rise from his seat.
His thoughts:
Too many eyes. Need to get away and report.
Joren DEX Save: 12
Almost, almost Joren manages to keep his feet in the midst of the grease and swing the flat of his greatsword down on another hapless drunkard. Which of course he could still do from his echo's position (and his echo cannot be prone, having immunity to all conditions, and can move 30' regardless of difficult terrain). But as Joren himself falls prone, an oily mess covering his face, worn chain mail and backside, he knows exactly who summoned the grease, having seen it before. Bloody flaming sheep guts! I was just starting to have fun.
Moving his echo out of the grease and using a bonus action to swap places with it, he attempts to growl and glare balefully at Samir, but it turns out he has too much of a soft spot for the bespectacled artificer and it comes out as a rueful laugh as Joren shakes his head despite himself.
As the fracas disperses, Joren returns the orc's arm clasp and grunts in acknowledgement. He is just going to offer to help Naeve clean up a bit and get things squared away when he notices the man Malachi is conversing with, as Ashley also sits down next to him expectantly.
Joren Insight: 16
He and his echo bracket the man and Joren, still standing, leans a heavy paw on the man's shoulder, easing him back down and soiling the stranger's tunic with the remnants of the grease. "Why rushing off now, friend? Having time to watch the brawl, then having time to chat with us, yes?"
(In case the stranger tries to flee suddenly, Joren will use a combination of his echo and his Sentinel feat with an unarmed strike to stop him if he can).
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
The man slumps back down in his seat and grimaces at the fresh mess on his tunic. "Watch the fight, yes. I've little interest in participating in one though, so if you're looking for another one, I suggest you turn your attentions elsewhere."
Joren sees the nervousness in his demeanour. His eyes glance around, looking desperately for a way out of the situation. "But if a chat is all you want, then it would be rude of me to refuse. What's on your minds, folks?" He tries making eye contact with one of the city guards.
Samir straightens from the half-crouch he was in as the fight breaks up and the various patrons begin going their separate ways. Fidgeting with his glasses with one hand, he almost misses Joren's look, managing to reply with a sheepish shrug. Picking his way carefully so as to not find himself unceremoniously on the ground, he makes his way over to the bar and clambers onto an empty stool.
"Oh, don't worry overmuch," he begins in reply to Naeve's lament. "The chemical will dissipate on its own in short order." The faint smile he had begun to sprout falls as he takes in the broken glass and wood scattered around the area. "Sadly I cannot say much for the other... debris."
Malachi rubs his temple as he feels the itch, then places his hand on the man’s forearm as Joren suddenly appears and keeps the man in his chair. “Rest easy, friend, we just want to talk.” Malachi tries to make sense of the man’s thoughts and decides to take a gamble, sharing a quick look with Joren and Ashley as if to say trust me.
He leans forward conspiratorially, “and a people watcher may help. We are new in town, freshly arrived from Tensmith where things have not gone quite according to plan. We need connections in town, someone we can trust to share what happened. There is still work to do before the arrival. Can you help?” Malachi shares a knowing look with the man.
Ashley takes a long pull of her ale and as Malachi asks the man if he can help, she smiles at the man as though she knows what her sorcerer friend is talking about.
"Oh, did you want something to eat as well while we chat? I'm sure Naeve can arrange something."