Cath may not be good at persuasion but he is very stubborn and he won't give up yet. And he isn't above begging.
"Ahh, help me out Gripp. This old dwarf don't be good at nothin but convincing orcs to part with their heads, and that be by me axe, no me words. Can me bargain with ya? Me and me friend Norvalor 'ere 'll set her up for a tenday 'ere at the Wyrm. Room and board paid by us. She can work for ya for free and prove her abilities to ya or not. But don't be decidin' on me and me words. She'll prove herself or not. Ye ain't out nuthin to take the chance. Lookin away how many people are streaming in the Gate yer gonna need the help. "
Cath glances at Norvalor when he says this, hoping his new friend is OK with this. He still has the 5gp he was entrusted with earlier. But if Norvalor is out, he'll cover the expense himself.
"As for tales what me knows is this. Orcs be on the move and I be lookin fer a chance to be persuading orcs to give up their heads. I'm off in the morning see someone named Omaha at the Elfsong. Word is he is putting together a crew and I mean to be on it. I need to be seein this lady and her kids settled so I can focus on killin me some orcs. I be beggin now. "
Passing the beautiful crew member Arutha discreetly looks her way, trying to see what she is up to. He gives an appreciative whistle in her direction to make it seem like he is looking at her for other reasons.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
I would haveCathattempt the roll again with advantage, but what's the point? The RP was on point! I was inspired to...
"Now, there's a proposition, adventurer," Gripplgold says. "Who can argue with that?"
While Kaiylin watches you and the gnome decide her fate, she can't help but smile. "I'm flattered, gentlemen. I am not alone. I have two—"
The table beside you erupts with raucous cheer as Kaiylin's children square off. Sarahlle extends a finger and brings a ball of light into being. Meanwhile, Traever closes his hand around it. Light breaks through his dark fingers. "Let there be dawn!" he cries, opening his hand. The room fills with light.
Several customers clap loudly. A few toss a few silvers on the table. "More!" they chant. "More!"
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Klarr's makeshift weapon swings wildly through the air. Perhaps the lug is too intoxicated. Perhaps it's too dark. Perhaps. Oh, heck. The fool missed and as Gramdal ducks and rolls you see the chair move in an arc over your head toward the customer behind you. The chair legs shatter against the mercenary's back. His mug of ale shatters. His head smashes against the table, and when he comes back to, his eyes see blood. "You good for nothing… drunk princess of the prairie…"
The string of epithets that follow might make Asmodeus blush.
He spins out of chair and clocks the barbarian. Does he hit? Let's take a look at the die roll, shall we: Attack: 10 Damage: 2
So, he didn't hit the barbarian. But that's not stopping him. Does a brawler expect a one-hit wonder? No. The whirl of the moment is in the flurry of the blows.
Cath sits back. He can rest easy now knowing he helped Kaiylin and the kids find a place in Baldur's Gate.
"There ya be me lady. Me thinks that's the best me can do fer ya and the littles. Me hope's it's enough and you're okay with the arrangements . You can't ask for a better place to stay then the Purple Wyrm. You'll have to earn yer place but ya gots a tenday to do it. And if these littles can keep the crowd happy and drinking then Gripp here'll take good care of ya. "
Cath raises his glass.
"To new friends! Now Gripp keep the ale coming. We need to celebrate! It's been a long time since I slept on yer floor."
"Cath," Kaiylin begins. "You are the bravest dwarf I know. May yer mountains be tall and your mugs of ale be full," she winks. With that she skips off, grabs an apron from behind the bar counter—you notice she does so like she owned the place—ties it around her waist, and offers her help.
"Well, don't just stand there!" the head bar maid shouts back at her. "Take orders. Table four and six."
Kaiylin looks around. You see the question bright in her eyes.
The bar maid points. "Four." The table near the fire place. "Six." The table near the dart board. She shakes her head. "I hope yer a quick learner."
Kailyin saunters off, patting Gripplgold on the top of his head as she swirls away to earn her keep.
"More," Traever says wickedly, making shadow puppets in the light Sarahlle cast. His fingers move dexterously. They move so quickly it is hard to see his hands for all that you see are the shapes of animals, running and jumping and flying across the walls of the Purple Wyrm.
"Orcs, huh. You're the third person today askin' if I know anything. I don't. No more than ye." He cocks an eye, intrigued. "But the question belongs to you, which means you know something?" He looks on, waiting to hear what information Cath is willing to part with.
The high elf pirate is a beautiful creature, Arutha. Her charms seem without end as she accepts your gift and returns it with a bow. She adds a bit of flare to her arm… a finger, which she points to the roof behind her. She drags her arm slowly back and she slowly pumps a finger three times.
Klarr's makeshift weapon swings wildly through the air. Perhaps the lug is too intoxicated. Perhaps it's too dark. Perhaps. Oh, heck. The fool missed and as Gramdal ducks and rolls you see the chair move in an arc over your head toward the customer behind you. The chair legs shatter against the mercenary's back. His mug of ale shatters. His head smashes against the table, and when he comes back to, his eyes see blood. "You good for nothing… drunk princess of the prairie…"
The string of epithets that follow might make Asmodeus blush.
He spins out of chair and clocks the barbarian. Does he hit? Let's take a look at the die toll, shall we: Attack: 5 Damage: 4
So, he didn't hit the barbarian. But that's not stopping him. Does a brawler expect a one-hit wonder? No. The whirl of the moment is in the flurry of the blows.
With attention drawn away from him at the moment, Gramdal will place his hand on Vapurrr and attempt to hide as a bonus action:
Hide: 23
He tries to hide amid the tables and crowd that may be watching. As such, he'd also like to try and fan these embers of chaos. Maybe subtly moving objects in the way, or guiding the fight so it will inevitably cause others to be swept up into it. By the gods, if a bar fight is what they want. Then a bar fight is what they'll get!
"Orcs, huh. You're the third person today askin' if I know anything. I don't. No more than ye." He cocks an eye, intrigued. "But the question belongs to you, which means you know something?" He looks on, waiting to hear what information Cath is willing to part with.
Cath sighs, the sigh of a dwarf whose many years have seen war too many times.
"Me don't know much, but me knows that orcs be massing and war be comin'. Alliances are coming back together, mayhaps rivalries also."
It depends on what you want to do. Initially, you would make an Intimidation check. See who takes the bait. Then based on that, add a Performance check onto your description of Gramdal's action or comedic quip. Let's get ready to RRRRUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!!
It depends on what you want to do. Initially, you would make an Intimidation check. See who takes the bait. Then based on that, add a Performance check onto your description of Gramdal's action or comedic quip. Let's get ready to RRRRUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Let's do it!
Gramdal's Intimidation: 8
He'll also duck around and, with the intimidation rolled, try to make it sound like the person he is closest to issued some sort of insult to the others. "Gutter writhing, sniveling , dandy!"
Cath may not be good at persuasion but he is very stubborn and he won't give up yet. And he isn't above begging.
"Ahh, help me out Gripp. This old dwarf don't be good at nothin but convincing orcs to part with their heads, and that be by me axe, no me words. Can me bargain with ya? Me and me friend Norvalor 'ere 'll set her up for a tenday 'ere at the Wyrm. Room and board paid by us. She can work for ya for free and prove her abilities to ya or not. But don't be decidin' on me and me words. She'll prove herself or not. Ye ain't out nuthin to take the chance. Lookin away how many people are streaming in the Gate yer gonna need the help. "
Cath glances at Norvalor when he says this, hoping his new friend is OK with this. He still has the 5gp he was entrusted with earlier. But if Norvalor is out, he'll cover the expense himself.
"As for tales what me knows is this. Orcs be on the move and I be lookin fer a chance to be persuading orcs to give up their heads. I'm off in the morning see someone named Omaha at the Elfsong. Word is he is putting together a crew and I mean to be on it. I need to be seein this lady and her kids settled so I can focus on killin me some orcs. I be beggin now. "
Passing the beautiful crew member Arutha discreetly looks her way, trying to see what she is up to. He gives an appreciative whistle in her direction to make it seem like he is looking at her for other reasons.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
I would have Cath attempt the roll again with advantage, but what's the point? The RP was on point! I was inspired to...
"Now, there's a proposition, adventurer," Gripplgold says. "Who can argue with that?"
While Kaiylin watches you and the gnome decide her fate, she can't help but smile. "I'm flattered, gentlemen. I am not alone. I have two—"
The table beside you erupts with raucous cheer as Kaiylin's children square off. Sarahlle extends a finger and brings a ball of light into being. Meanwhile, Traever closes his hand around it. Light breaks through his dark fingers. "Let there be dawn!" he cries, opening his hand. The room fills with light.
Several customers clap loudly. A few toss a few silvers on the table. "More!" they chant. "More!"
Through the noise, Gripplgold shrugs. "You, my lady, and your children are hired."
Klarr's makeshift weapon swings wildly through the air. Perhaps the lug is too intoxicated. Perhaps it's too dark. Perhaps. Oh, heck. The fool missed and as Gramdal ducks and rolls you see the chair move in an arc over your head toward the customer behind you. The chair legs shatter against the mercenary's back. His mug of ale shatters. His head smashes against the table, and when he comes back to, his eyes see blood. "You good for nothing… drunk princess of the prairie…"
The string of epithets that follow might make Asmodeus blush.
He spins out of chair and clocks the barbarian. Does he hit? Let's take a look at the die roll, shall we: Attack: 10 Damage: 2
So, he didn't hit the barbarian. But that's not stopping him. Does a brawler expect a one-hit wonder? No. The whirl of the moment is in the flurry of the blows.
Cath sits back. He can rest easy now knowing he helped Kaiylin and the kids find a place in Baldur's Gate.
"There ya be me lady. Me thinks that's the best me can do fer ya and the littles. Me hope's it's enough and you're okay with the arrangements . You can't ask for a better place to stay then the Purple Wyrm. You'll have to earn yer place but ya gots a tenday to do it. And if these littles can keep the crowd happy and drinking then Gripp here'll take good care of ya. "
Cath raises his glass.
"To new friends! Now Gripp keep the ale coming. We need to celebrate! It's been a long time since I slept on yer floor."
"Cath," Kaiylin begins. "You are the bravest dwarf I know. May yer mountains be tall and your mugs of ale be full," she winks. With that she skips off, grabs an apron from behind the bar counter—you notice she does so like she owned the place—ties it around her waist, and offers her help.
"Well, don't just stand there!" the head bar maid shouts back at her. "Take orders. Table four and six."
Kaiylin looks around. You see the question bright in her eyes.
The bar maid points. "Four." The table near the fire place. "Six." The table near the dart board. She shakes her head. "I hope yer a quick learner."
Kailyin saunters off, patting Gripplgold on the top of his head as she swirls away to earn her keep.
"More," Traever says wickedly, making shadow puppets in the light Sarahlle cast. His fingers move dexterously. They move so quickly it is hard to see his hands for all that you see are the shapes of animals, running and jumping and flying across the walls of the Purple Wyrm.
"So Gripp what are you hearin'? Lots o folks coming in these doors. What of the orcs do ya knows?"
"Orcs, huh. You're the third person today askin' if I know anything. I don't. No more than ye." He cocks an eye, intrigued. "But the question belongs to you, which means you know something?" He looks on, waiting to hear what information Cath is willing to part with.
The high elf pirate is a beautiful creature, Arutha. Her charms seem without end as she accepts your gift and returns it with a bow. She adds a bit of flare to her arm… a finger, which she points to the roof behind her. She drags her arm slowly back and she slowly pumps a finger three times.
With attention drawn away from him at the moment, Gramdal will place his hand on Vapurrr and attempt to hide as a bonus action:
Hide: 23
He tries to hide amid the tables and crowd that may be watching. As such, he'd also like to try and fan these embers of chaos. Maybe subtly moving objects in the way, or guiding the fight so it will inevitably cause others to be swept up into it. By the gods, if a bar fight is what they want. Then a bar fight is what they'll get!
Cath sighs, the sigh of a dwarf whose many years have seen war too many times.
"Me don't know much, but me knows that orcs be massing and war be comin'. Alliances are coming back together, mayhaps rivalries also."
Cath casts away the sorrowful look.
"But tonight me friend, tonight we drink!"
Draining his mug of ale he calls for another.
Glancing discreetly at the roof as he Pantomimes a wide armed stretch Arutha tries to see what she is pointing out to him. (Perception) 14
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
OOC: Not really sure what check to make for my official action to spread the chaos of this taproom brawl lol
It depends on what you want to do. Initially, you would make an Intimidation check. See who takes the bait. Then based on that, add a Performance check onto your description of Gramdal's action or comedic quip. Let's get ready to RRRRUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Arutha, make a Perception check. Is Symaliea's tip clear to you?
Gripplegold shouts. "ALE! Keep 'em flowing like rivers o' amber!"
Kaiylin calls out, "Rivers. Flowing. Got it!!"
OOC: I believe there are three on the roof behind her.
Perception: 5
(apparently Arutha is blinded by the sun when he looks)
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Let's do it!
Gramdal's Intimidation: 8
He'll also duck around and, with the intimidation rolled, try to make it sound like the person he is closest to issued some sort of insult to the others. "Gutter writhing, sniveling , dandy!"