Asbestos's eyes go wide once he hears Lace's shush, so he steps back. "Wow, he is strong,"he says, a bit bewildered. The changeling wonders if he should work out more or if shapechanging into the guy would give him more strength. Unlikely though since that wasn't how it works and he already knew that but it was a question that always left him wondering. He gets a bit lost in thought.
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<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
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The Big Man's Athletics: 9
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
After missing and instead getting tagged himself The Big Man is bewildered to find himself hefted up over your shoulder.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Nooooow, big fella. I t'ink ye know what kinda sit'ation yer in," Fist growls. "So, what's it gonna cost ye to have me put ye down, spine unbroken? Money? Mayhaps a stash ye go'? Or some info? Gimme yer bes' offer!"
"Whoa! Arrggghhh! Get me down!" he struggles but there's little he can do to escape.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"What question? I already told you where to find Garfin! Now put me down for Grum's sake!" he still can't get out of the hold.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The brute's sneer morphs into something more akin to a snarl. "Aye, tha' ye did. An' yet, here I was askin' what yer own life was wort' to ye. What did ye do?" He clenches his yellowed teeth as he punches the fat wad with his free hand. "Ye jus' gave me an excuse!"
[Bonus action, grapple attack: 4 dmg bludgeoning]
With an enthusiastic heft, he brings both arms above him, lifting his challenger up, then abruptly steps forward, taking a knee as he brings the fool back down, hard.
The big man rolls a little on the floor, mostly shifting and moaning in pain, reaching back with one of his hands to try and sooth the hurt.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Fist turns away from the fool, disengaging completely. He walks around behind the bar, taking a gander at all the spirits, searching for the most expensive bottle he can find, all the while whistling (poorly) a jaunty mariner's shanty.
There is a squat squarish bottle filled with an amber liquid unfamiliar runic writing with 3 prominent Xs below the writing, it looks quite expensive.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The big brute smiles wide, pulling the liquid gem off the top shelf. That he tucks in his pocket. The other, a random bottle of swill on the bottom shelf, he pulls off and holds like a club, juuuust in case anyone tries stopping him on the way out. With his "business" concluded, he steps out of the tavern with a devious little chuckle, stepping over his wounded opponent as he goes.
[If attacked on the way out, shatter the cheap bottle over their head; to hit: 17, Damage: 7]
As you walk back around the bar to leave with your prize the big man is just now struggling back to his hands and knees, trying to make his way back to his feet, with one hand he reaches for your pant leg to try and drag himself back to a standing position but you mistake it for a half-assed attempt at an attack and without looking bring the cheap bottle down on top of his head knocking him prone again. The only sound in the bar as you leave is your whistling of a mariner's shanty.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The big man steps outside to the two before him, not noticing the third off to his side. He sighs. "Alrigh', now fer th' el--" He looks around, confused. "Where's th' elf?"
Asbestos's eyes go wide once he hears Lace's shush, so he steps back. "Wow, he is strong," he says, a bit bewildered. The changeling wonders if he should work out more or if shapechanging into the guy would give him more strength. Unlikely though since that wasn't how it works and he already knew that but it was a question that always left him wondering. He gets a bit lost in thought.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Etienne watches curiously seeming to study the various fighting styles, or lack there of of the brawl. He appreciates Fists direct approach.
The Big Man's Athletics: 9
After missing and instead getting tagged himself The Big Man is bewildered to find himself hefted up over your shoulder.
"Nooooow, big fella. I t'ink ye know what kinda sit'ation yer in," Fist growls. "So, what's it gonna cost ye to have me put ye down, spine unbroken? Money? Mayhaps a stash ye go'? Or some info? Gimme yer bes' offer!"
"Whoa! Arrggghhh! Get me down!" he struggles but there's little he can do to escape.
Lace whispers -Glad my concerns were ill-founded,"
"Indeed" whispers Etienne back, impressed with the mans show of strength. "Remind me not to get on his bad side."
The brute gives him a little bounce, holding him in place. "Oi! I as'ed ye a question! Do ye wanna die? Eh, boyo?"
He gives the flailing fool one last chance to answer.
"What question? I already told you where to find Garfin! Now put me down for Grum's sake!" he still can't get out of the hold.
The brute's sneer morphs into something more akin to a snarl. "Aye, tha' ye did. An' yet, here I was askin' what yer own life was wort' to ye. What did ye do?" He clenches his yellowed teeth as he punches the fat wad with his free hand. "Ye jus' gave me an excuse!"
[Bonus action, grapple attack: 4 dmg bludgeoning]
With an enthusiastic heft, he brings both arms above him, lifting his challenger up, then abruptly steps forward, taking a knee as he brings the fool back down, hard.
[To hit, w/advantage: 8, 19; Damage: 10]
The big man rolls a little on the floor, mostly shifting and moaning in pain, reaching back with one of his hands to try and sooth the hurt.
Fist turns away from the fool, disengaging completely. He walks around behind the bar, taking a gander at all the spirits, searching for the most expensive bottle he can find, all the while whistling (poorly) a jaunty mariner's shanty.
[Perception: 21]
There is a squat squarish bottle filled with an amber liquid unfamiliar runic writing with 3 prominent Xs below the writing, it looks quite expensive.
The big brute smiles wide, pulling the liquid gem off the top shelf. That he tucks in his pocket. The other, a random bottle of swill on the bottom shelf, he pulls off and holds like a club, juuuust in case anyone tries stopping him on the way out. With his "business" concluded, he steps out of the tavern with a devious little chuckle, stepping over his wounded opponent as he goes.
[If attacked on the way out, shatter the cheap bottle over their head; to hit: 17, Damage: 7]
Etienne looks back at lace. “Do you suppose he’s ready? It is urgent we have a meeting of the black daggers.”
As you walk back around the bar to leave with your prize the big man is just now struggling back to his hands and knees, trying to make his way back to his feet, with one hand he reaches for your pant leg to try and drag himself back to a standing position but you mistake it for a half-assed attempt at an attack and without looking bring the cheap bottle down on top of his head knocking him prone again. The only sound in the bar as you leave is your whistling of a mariner's shanty.
The big man steps outside to the two before him, not noticing the third off to his side. He sighs. "Alrigh', now fer th' el--" He looks around, confused. "Where's th' elf?"
Fist sees Lace and a thin well dressed gentleman, wearing a top hat, cane, and wearing a suit. By his walk ,you can tell he is very agile.
He seems to know you, or at least, know of you,
"Well, that was quite a display, my friend. I appreciate your approach to obtaining information."
Fist seems a little dismissive. "Yeah, yeah, we'll get to ye in a momen'." He turns to Lace.
"Where's th' elf?"