@Sarűmir

Your breath comes down hot and smelly on his face. He is shorter than you (by two inches), but his purple mohawk seems to tower above your head. The shorter spikes brushes up against your nose. 

"Hah.. yeah right." Leon looks over his shoulder while the dice group does nothing. Narrowing his right eye, he puts his elbow against your chest and shoves you off. He starts to back away. Then in a split second, he knocks you off your feet with a surprise kick to the ankles. The dice men suddenly stand up and grab you, knocking over some of their chairs in the process. They attempt to grapple you.

"Don't ****ing call me a coward."

((Did a Strength Save for you. You got 15 + 4 = 19 so you managed to not get grappled. Nice.))

"Get the hell off me. This is between me and him." Sarűmir throws the men off of him, them stands up and lashes out with a kick straight to Leon's knee.

Attack: 19

Damage: 6

After that, he grabs Leon by the shoulder and headbutts him.

Attack: 9

Damage: 6

Twinkleblossum will motion to Sanimar to follow her and back Sarumir up. She will hover over to where the dispute is taking place but hang back just enough to show support for and demonstrate that Sarumir is not alone.

Addressing Leon's gang of thugs, "Why don't we both let Leon and Sarumir deal with whatever business they have with each other 'mano a mano' and just stay out of it. You wouldn't want to prove Leon is a coward by ganging up would you? And besides if you persist I will be forced to turn you all into frogs!" Twinkleblossum will hover a little closer and lower the pitch of her voice to deliver and drive home the potential threat, "You all remember the fairytales you heard from childhood! Why do you think they're called 'Fairy' tales?"

(ooc: Intimidation if needed: 5 )

 

 

@Sarűmir and Twinkleblosum

Leon takes a step back as soon as Sarűmir get out of your hold. The thugs behind you throw their hands up as if they wanted you to let go and then crack their knuckles. They're all humans except for that one tiefling. They stare at the incoming fairy and make a move as to grab her but then hesitate once Twinkleblossum says that. The tiefling, Dale, just snorts as if saying "yeah right" but then looks around to see the others faces and steps back. The others too.

They don't seem intimated by your posture or by your words. But fairies are extremely rare in Westmar, even in a place as weird as Drakkenheim. No one really wants to mess with the unknown. At least not as unknown like your unknown. They glare but then cross their arms. "Okay."

"Go get him Swine!"

BAR FIGHT - Round 1

Sarűmir (31/31 HP)

• (Action two weapon fighting but with FISTS) Attack @Leon with a kick 13 +6 = 19 > AC 15 A Hit. ---> Leon takes 6 damage --. Leon is now at 59/65 HP
• (Action) Attack @Leon with a headbutt 3 + 6 = 9 < AC 15 A Miss. ---> Leon takes no damage
• End of Round: 28/31 HP

Leon (65/65 HP)

• (Action 3 multi-attack) Attack @Sarűmir with a Shove 6 + 2 = 8 ---> Sarűmir's Strength Save 18 + 4 = 22 A Miss. ---> Sarűmir takes no damage and is not pushed back 
• Attack @Sarűmir with an unarmed strike 19 + 2 = 21 > AC 19 ---> Sarűmir takes 6/2 = 3 bludgeoning damage ---> Sarűmir now is at 28/31 HP
• Attack @Sarűmir with another unarmed strike 9 + 2 = 11 < AC 19 ---> Sarűmir takes no damage
• End of Round: 59/65 HP

Leon spits. "Fine. Let's do it your way..." He looks over at Twinkleblossum, "Mano a mano." 

Sarűmir lashes out with a straight kick to Leon's knee. His legs buckles and Leon growls as he stops himself from falling over. Sarűmir the goes and grabs the man's shoulders ad goes in for the headbutt. Luckily (for Leon anyways), Leon manages to swerve his head the other way and Sarűmir comes inches close to faceplanting into the wall. 

"Oh your ****'s ****ed, man." Leon grabs Sarűmir by the collar, reels him in, and attempts to shove him but Sarűmir's stamina or balance or whatever is just too great and Leon is bewildered. "Wha-" He nearly opens his mouth but goes in for the strike. He instead knees Sarűmir in the stomach, causing the other man to double over. Leon then digs his elbow deep into the other man's spine but finds it too tough to further dig into. He grunts and lets go.

Pushing himself off about five feet he goes in and smashes his brandy bottle. His grubby fingers grip around the bottleneck as the fallen pieces just clatter. (As to why when he has an actual weapon?)

"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING BACK THERE?!" A familiar voice bellows. The orc woman steps out from the kitchen. You probably have about one round left before she goes in and pulls you two off.

((spanish is now gonna be the language of Elyria, the other country, I guess lol))

Sarűmir looks at Leon with pure, unrelenting hatred in his eyes. He howls, and fur begins to sprout from his skin. His ears grow larger, his snout longer. And his teeth, much, MUCH larger. He slashes at Leon's throat with his claws, aiming to kill the man by any means necessary.

Attack: Predatory Strike (STR)

To hit: 21

Damage: 9; slashing

Bonus Action

Attack: Predatory Strike (STR)

To hit: 13

Damage: 9; slashing

BAR FIGHT - Round 2

Sarűmir (28/31 HP)

• (Action) Attack @Leon with Predatory Strike 7 +6 = 13 < AC 15 A Miss. ---> Leon takes no damage
• (Bonus Action) Attack @Leon with Predatory Strike  11 + 6 = 17 > AC 15 A Hit. ---> Leon takes 8 slashing damage ---> Leon is now at 51/65 HP
• End of Round: 25/31 HP

Leon (59/65 HP)

• (Action 3 multi-attack) Attack @Sarűmir with Saber 3 + 5 = 8 ---> Sarűmir takes no damage 
• Attack @Sarűmir with Saber 19 + 5 = 24 > AC 19 ---> Sarűmir takes 6/2 = 3 slashing damage ---> Sarűmir now is at 25/31 HP
• Attack @Sarűmir with Dagger 1 + 5 = 6 < AC 19 ---> Sarűmir takes no damage
• End of Round: 51/65 HP

@Sarűmir

Frida watches your transformation in shock. It takes her a few moments to recover.

Leon (and the crowd) takes a step back as you do. Leon drops his bottle. It shatters to a million more pieces on the floor. "****" He curses. He whips out his saber. He doesn't even care any more. But first you lunge at him. Attempting to tear out his throat, you miss. He parries to the right and rolls away from your attack. Catching himself across the wooden floor, he goes in with his saber with no luck. It miss you in the kerfuffle. 

Turning around back to face him, you lash out again. Your predatory claws slashing him across his throat. Leon's eyes widen. He clutches it. Blood. There is a hushed gasp in the crowd. 

He uses your momentum against you. Gripping your lashing arm with his right one, he spins you down in almost like a twirl before pushing his saber deep into your abdomen. Your skin is thicker than he expected, but that doesn't stop him. He digs it in further. Somehow it doesn't manage to hit a major organ. He puts his knee on your stomach.

With a fire in his eyes, he lunges down with a dagger. It miss. It hits the wooden floorboard instead. He jumps off, sliding to the side as he awaits your next stance. His fingers grip tightly onto his saber. "Who do you think you are, boy?"

"Enough!" Frida slams down her cocktail shaker and begins marching over there.

Sarűmir doesn't answer Leon's question, and instead turns to face Frida. "Aww, but we were just getting started", he says in a tone overflowing with mock disappointment. "Weren't we, Leon?"

Aster turns to Acolyte Fatima and responds

"Aye. Right now, he's comatose. Afflicted with a disease of some sort. In short, I came to Drakkenheim in search of someone who might be able to cure him or to learn to cure him myself. Would you happen to know anyone particularly well versed in healing magic in this town? If not, is there a library I may go to for research?"

walks into the tavern, places my hand on my sword as I assess the situation, We ok here Sarűmir? Watching my friends backs...

"Everything is fine Lara. Say, where've you been this whole time? I feel like you might've told us, but I forget easily."

@Sarűmir, Sanimar, Twinkleblossum, and Lara 

"Yeah, we were..." Leon grits his teeth. He doesn't even put a hand up to his throat, but just lets it bleed. Crimson splatters drip to the floor.

Frida Longhorn huffs as Sarűmir gives her sass. She marches up and stands in between the two brawlers before she curls up her fists. "Nah-uh." She mutters to herself, then shakes her head. 

Right after Sarűmir tried to address Lara, Frida finds it the perfect opportunity for her to pick him up by the scruff of his neck. Somehow she knew exactly the spot where to grab the wolf-man so that he can't wiggle on out. Sarűmir ends up being dangled 3 feet off the air as she holds him. "Sorry Wolf-boy. We just can't have that here."

Just about as Leon is about say something, Frida throws a towel at him. He catches it in shock right before it hits his face. "Clean up this mess." He stands there, mouth agape. The dice crew burst into laughter. Leon looks red in the face. Saber in hand, he swings around to stare right at his crew. "CLEAN IT!" He scrambles and hits the floor. He is down on all fours and begins to wipe up his own blood splatter with one hand on the rag and the other on his throat to prevent any more from spilling downward. "Stupid ****ing orc. Piece of -" He mumbles. Frida  obviously hears (her ear twitched) but ignores him.

Frida walks Sarűmir up to the front, eyeing down Twinkleblossum for her to come follow. She gives a sort of defeated sigh to Sanimar. Then she turns her attention to the intruding paladin.

"You there!" She turns to look at Sarűmir, "Friend of yours?" The orc woman glares back at Lara and her sword, so she flicks her free hand forward. "Nope. Out." She drops Sarűmir unceremoniously to the ground.

Rounding you all up at the entrance, she sighs. "Listen." Frida leans forward in a whisper. "... If you don't want no more trouble with them. I suggest you all stay out of this joint. ... They're around here just way too often. Capeesh?" She doesn't even wait.

"Good." She puts her hands on her hips.

like a puppy. I'm gonna say orcs also have a scruff like that so she knew because they do the same ahah

@Aster

Acolyte Fatima exhales. Her eyes look teary. "I am sorry." She puts her hands on her lap. "No wonder." Her eyes stare out across the horizon. It is not even sunset but the gloom of the clouds cover the sky. It looks as dreary as it did in the night.

"Sometimes they say that is a fate worse than death." She leans down and picks up a smooth stone. "Of not knowing. In between life and death and healing... Comatose? That really does fit the description, doesn't it? I wish there was a way-" She sniffles and goes up to wipe her nose. "That really does stink." She tries to right herself with a laugh, hoping you enjoyed her choice of words.

"Ah, yes Drakkenheim- strange as it is- does have all sorts of mystical cures. Not that I would know it firsthand, but, yes, I have heard of some (albeit) miracles. High Flamekeeper, of course, can alleviate symptoms of contamination, but she can not cure it once a creature goes mad." She kicks the dirt. Calling what was once a humanoid a 'creature' doesn't seem to settle right with her, but maybe its something about the degree of separation that helps her. "She also knows how to reverse curses if that is what you are interested in.... But it seems like your brother is in something much worse, isn't he?"

"I haven't heard of anything like that before, but with delirium, there is always new effects everyday! And with those traders who knows how far these crystals have been going. All across the world! I can't believe it." She purses her lips, "Sorry about the ramble. It's just- I-  Has he touched any of them before?"

She wipes some of the hair off her forehead, "Yes. Um there was a library once before. But that was in Drakkeheim. It was destroyed first by the meteor. Now it is severed in half... but yet still standing. Floating, actually. However, our former reeve turned hotel connoisseur in the Red Lion holds many books of the fine arts and the mystics, but I'm not sure if that would be of help."

She inhales, then leas towards you, "I- I shouldn't be saying this, but- but I have heard... Reed and the others were talking about it just the other day and I- they said there is this man just outside the village- well in Drakkenheim- he heals people of their contamination. Any sickness. They called him... 'the pale man.' But... I something it just doesn't seem right." She stands up to leave. 

"Well. It was nice chatting with you... Remember, you are never alone in your burdens. Hard times will come, but the rainbow will surely come after."

dang it, I always miss out on the tavern brawls. Sorry, I had to visit the temple, got there just in time for the ritual, oh, and the High Flame asked about retrieving an artifact from the temple in Drakkeheim. And yes, it would be a paying job. What'cha think?

"Our apologies Frida."

Twinkleblossum waits until they are outside and out of earshot.

"With the suddenness of the events unfolding inside I didn't have a chance to tell you before, but I ran into a member of the local faith calling themselves the 'Falling Fire.' They are meeting just outside town at an old farm later tonight if you want to look into that. Having a name like that might mean they know something about Drakkenheim or delirium."

Sanimar stayed out of the fight knowing Sarumir can handle himself. She then leaves with Twinkleblossom "That is the first time I ever been kicked of a tavern. At least we can still go to the Bark and Buzzard. As to the Falling Fire we can at least listen to whatever they have to say. Retrieving an artifact sounds doable as we are already going to Drakkenheim" 

"So what did you guys find out about this place? How easy is it, or what exactly is involved with a trip into Drakkenheim?"

Twinkleblossum looks all around to make sure no one is too close and possibly eavesdropping on them.

"Perhaps we should head back over to the Bark and Buzzard, get off the street and have some privacy?"

Sanimar walks back to the Bark and Buzzard "Not much I am afraid except that those affected by Delirium can sometimes be snapped out of it though its no guarantee." 

@Sarűmir, Sanimar, Twinkleblossum, and Lara 

Outside you see it is starting to get dark. It is about nearly sunset now even at around 6:30pm. Just another March in good old Emberwood.

The Bark and Buzzard is pretty quiet now. You end up seeing no familiar faces at the bar other than Karin, the waitress, of course. A rat scurries across the floor. Karin shoos it out with a broom. "Hiya again girls! How can I help ya?" Karin offers, leaning against the broomstick with a smile plastered across her face. 

"I will need a room and I have the 2 gold here. Do you happen to have any food hear as I rather save my rations when we are on the road" says Sanimar as she steps into the Bark and Buzzard and pulls up a chair for herself. She lets out an exasperated sigh thinking that this has rather been a long day. 

Once in the chair she twists to the left and right cracking her back as it helps relaxes her. 

Sarűmir had previously decided to wait outside of the Bark and Buzzard due to not wanting to change out of his hybrid form. However, he quickly realizes that his companions aren't going to come back out, so he opens the door and stalks inside. He sits down at a table and minds his own business, tending to the wounds Leon had dealt him while thinking of two things: how to kill Leon, and how the party needs to find that Yoren person before the tabaxi and her friends do.

my ears perk up at the mention of the fallen fire, is that the same heretic group that splendored off from my church? do I need to make a roll for Lara's knowledge of them?

 

@Lara 

((nah no roll you likely know enough))

You recall that the Falling Fire is the new local religion that been revered since Lucretia Mathias, a formerly renowned Flamekeeper, had wrote the Testaments of the Falling Fire. She was known particularly for reading omens in the night sky and was regarded as one of the most learned and wise amongst the clergy.  A decade before the meteor destroyed Drakkenheim (her own hometown), she beheld a vision of a falling star that would arrive on earth and signal a great upheaval for the faithful.

Despite her reputation, her visions were dismissed as an apocalyptic fantasy and largely suppressed at the time. Her visions proved true; right down to the hour. She spent several years afterwards contemplating the heavens and several strange stones recovered from the city. She spoke widely about her beliefs and discoveries, and her fiery sermons galvanized a throng of loyal supporters who proselytized her new creed across Elyria, Westemär, and Caspia. As her support grew, she resolved to make a pilgrimage to the crater itself to confirm her revelations.

When Lucretia Mathias returned from her pilgrimage bearing a delerium crystal embedded in her own body, she was declared a heretic and excommunicated. However, she refused to be silenced. Escaping Elyria, she expanded her original writings and published them as the Testament of the Falling Fire. This text you know well of, though, you have never read it before, but it has been talked about widely within the church and its parochial schools. They withheld it from ever being assigned as any of the readings and mentioning it is forbidden. Yet you still stole glances of it within the church's rankings as even the clergy there are not without their own curiosities. 

Though you have never been handed a copy, you know the basic gist of it being that it proclaimed a radical new doctrine for the faith, and called upon all devout believers to make pilgrimage to the crater in Drakkenheim. Those who finish this arduous journey partake in a controversial rite known as the Sacrament of the Falling Fire.

@Sarűmir, Sanimar, Twinkleblossum, and Lara 

"Sure no problem, sugar. Yeah, we got a few of them lodgings here." Karin takes your gold, turns, and returns back with a key. "This ones a bit farther back, but it's closer to the Red Lion than to here. It's a lot bigger and sure did have its own well once, all boarded up now, though I wouldn't use it since - ya know- it's all contaminated. Two beds and a decent sized kitchen." 

At the mention of food Karin smiles, "Yeah we do actually. One of the few places that you don't have to go scrounging up for meat for. A hearty braised lamb stew with fresh-baked bread for a gold piece." She doesn't seem the least bit concerned that Sarűmir has now grown a head taller and is covered in fur. Why would she? It's not that uncommon. As long as he don't got the rabies or the mange than that's alright by her. Unlike those stinking rats... She whacks her broom at another one of them. "Watch your head." She calls out to Sarűmir, noting the shorter headroom on the door (for her husband is a halfling and they built this place with him in mind).

Sanimar gives Karin a hearty smile as she counts out the 3 gold coins and hands them to Karin "Thank you for having a kitchen that functions. I can already imagine the Lamb Stew warming my stomach" she rubs her stomach realizing she is rather hungry.