Pimento is preparing himself for the incoming fight, sharpening his knives that glow an ethereal red color as he sits on the frame of a chair, his feet sitting where most people sit, he's muttering to himself angrily.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Lydia is also preparing for the fight she anticipates is going to happen, judging by how she sees the others readying themselves for it. She produces another bottle from her bandolier- one filled with a corrosive acid- holding the bottle by the neck like a club as she prepares to bash in the face of whoever starts the scuffle.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Troll remains on his barstool at the counter. His empty bottle stands with an empty stomach not far from his hand but he appears to be sleeping. Or thinking. Or merely resting his eyes.
The door opens gently, and in comes a low-ranking Knight of Flavor carrying what looks like a harpoon gun (think less like real life and more life Fallout 4; you chainsaw grip this thing) with a heated spear vents for flames. He is followed by at least eight young humanoids with masks and leather jackets with flames dyed onto them.
The leader looks around and sighs. "May we see the bartender?" He asks calmly. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.
If you wanna just jump in, no need to roll initiative; first come, first serve. Then we'll keep that order for the rest of the fight.
The door opens gently, and in comes a low-ranking Knight of Flavor carrying what looks like a harpoon gun (think less like real life and more life Fallout 4; you chainsaw grip this thing) with a heated spear vents for flames. He is followed by at least eight young humanoids with masks and leather jackets with flames dyed onto them.
The leader looks around and sighs. "May we see the bartender?" He asks calmly. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.
If you wanna just jump in, no need to roll initiative; first come, first serve. Then we'll keep that order for the rest of the fight.
"Wrong place Šūdo dėme" Nigel snarls, pulling out an automatic pistol that was tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
The door opens gently, and in comes a low-ranking Knight of Flavor carrying what looks like a harpoon gun (think less like real life and more life Fallout 4; you chainsaw grip this thing) with a heated spear vents for flames. He is followed by at least eight young humanoids with masks and leather jackets with flames dyed onto them.
The leader looks around and sighs. "May we see the bartender?" He asks calmly. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.
If you wanna just jump in, no need to roll initiative; first come, first serve. Then we'll keep that order for the rest of the fight.
Pimento immediately tosses one knife at the face of the leader, aiming for the eyes to blind them, grinning happily "How about ya find him!" He then hops over the counter to hide behind it. To hit:7 Damage:8 (If it hits head Vex, my next attack has advantage) Stealth:22
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The door opens gently, and in comes a low-ranking Knight of Flavor carrying what looks like a harpoon gun (think less like real life and more life Fallout 4; you chainsaw grip this thing) with a heated spear vents for flames. He is followed by at least eight young humanoids with masks and leather jackets with flames dyed onto them.
The leader looks around and sighs. "May we see the bartender?" He asks calmly. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.
If you wanna just jump in, no need to roll initiative; first come, first serve. Then we'll keep that order for the rest of the fight.
Troll lays slumped against the counter, mouth wide open, eyes shut, arms splayed out. Like an old, washed out drunk with too many drinks inside of him.
The paladin grabs Pimento's knife out of the air and throws it to the ground. "Well. They must be here then. I don't appreciate liars."
He turns his weapon not on Pimento, but on Nigel. "Perish."
He fires out the spear on a massive, sturdy chain. If this hits, it impales Nigel's arm to a civilian behind him, who instantly dies. The chain then detaches and retracts. Attack: 19 Damage: 17 piercing +2 fire, and Nigel is now Burning (1d4 fire at the beginning of each of his turns until he takes an action to remove the spear.)
He cycles the chamber to the next spear. Now he blindfires at Pimento, hoping to kill him with one shot. (Disadvantage, and you have a +5 to AC vs this attack because of cover.) If this hits, Pimento is impaled into the bar. Attack: 9 Damage: 17 piercing +4 fire, and Pimento is now Burning (1d4 fire at the beginning of each of his turns until he takes an action to remove the spear.)
The vigilantes begin looking around, throwing over tables and bullying terrified patrons... until the shadowy form of the Bartender leaps into action. Leaping across the heads of patrons, never staying still, and decapitating three of the vigilantes in an instant before disappearing into the crowd again.
The paladin grabs Pimento's knife out of the air and throws it to the ground. "Well. They must be here then. I don't appreciate liars."
He turns his weapon not on Pimento, but on Nigel. "Perish."
He fires out the spear on a massive, sturdy chain. If this hits, it impales Nigel's arm to a civilian behind him, who instantly dies. The chain then detaches and retracts. Attack: 19 Damage: 17 piercing +2 fire, and Nigel is now Burning (1d4 fire at the beginning of each of his turns until he takes an action to remove the spear.)
He cycles the chamber to the next spear. Now he blindfires at Pimento, hoping to kill him with one shot. (Disadvantage, and you have a +5 to AC vs this attack because of cover.) If this hits, Pimento is impaled into the bar. Attack: 9 Damage: 17 piercing +4 fire, and Pimento is now Burning (1d4 fire at the beginning of each of his turns until he takes an action to remove the spear.)
The vigilantes begin looking around, throwing over tables and bullying terrified patrons... until the shadowy form of the Bartender leaps into action. Leaping across the heads of patrons, never staying still, and decapitating three of the vigilantes in an instant before disappearing into the crowd again.
Nigel snarls as the spear snares him, his lips curling back in pain. He is going to take his action to remove the blade, throwing it aside before taking his second wind (He gains back 7 hp)
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"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
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Pimento is preparing himself for the incoming fight, sharpening his knives that glow an ethereal red color as he sits on the frame of a chair, his feet sitting where most people sit, he's muttering to himself angrily.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Lydia is also preparing for the fight she anticipates is going to happen, judging by how she sees the others readying themselves for it. She produces another bottle from her bandolier- one filled with a corrosive acid- holding the bottle by the neck like a club as she prepares to bash in the face of whoever starts the scuffle.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Troll remains on his barstool at the counter. His empty bottle stands with an empty stomach not far from his hand but he appears to be sleeping. Or thinking. Or merely resting his eyes.
*ARE YA READY, KIDS?!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*AYE AYE CAPTAIN!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*AYE AYE CAPTAIN.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*AYE AYE CAPTAIN*
*AYE AYE CAPTAIN! FOR THE NEXT HOUR OR SO!*
*I CAN'T HEAR YOU!*
The door opens gently, and in comes a low-ranking Knight of Flavor carrying what looks like a harpoon gun (think less like real life and more life Fallout 4; you chainsaw grip this thing) with a heated spear vents for flames. He is followed by at least eight young humanoids with masks and leather jackets with flames dyed onto them.
The leader looks around and sighs. "May we see the bartender?" He asks calmly. The bartender is nowhere to be seen.
If you wanna just jump in, no need to roll initiative; first come, first serve. Then we'll keep that order for the rest of the fight.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Wrong place Šūdo dėme" Nigel snarls, pulling out an automatic pistol that was tucked in the waistband of his jeans.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
Pimento immediately tosses one knife at the face of the leader, aiming for the eyes to blind them, grinning happily "How about ya find him!" He then hops over the counter to hide behind it. To hit:7 Damage:8 (If it hits head Vex, my next attack has advantage) Stealth:22
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Troll lays slumped against the counter, mouth wide open, eyes shut, arms splayed out. Like an old, washed out drunk with too many drinks inside of him.
*It does appear Pimento has been too trigger happy. Welp.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The paladin grabs Pimento's knife out of the air and throws it to the ground. "Well. They must be here then. I don't appreciate liars."
He turns his weapon not on Pimento, but on Nigel. "Perish."
He fires out the spear on a massive, sturdy chain. If this hits, it impales Nigel's arm to a civilian behind him, who instantly dies. The chain then detaches and retracts.
Attack: 19 Damage: 17 piercing +2 fire, and Nigel is now Burning (1d4 fire at the beginning of each of his turns until he takes an action to remove the spear.)
He cycles the chamber to the next spear. Now he blindfires at Pimento, hoping to kill him with one shot. (Disadvantage, and you have a +5 to AC vs this attack because of cover.) If this hits, Pimento is impaled into the bar.
Attack: 9 Damage: 17 piercing +4 fire, and Pimento is now Burning (1d4 fire at the beginning of each of his turns until he takes an action to remove the spear.)
The vigilantes begin looking around, throwing over tables and bullying terrified patrons... until the shadowy form of the Bartender leaps into action. Leaping across the heads of patrons, never staying still, and decapitating three of the vigilantes in an instant before disappearing into the crowd again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I hope you understand the severity of your actions.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Oh, he's the first boss, we are absolutely screwed. I've made a mistake.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Not even that, brother.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Pimento is able to avoid the attack from behind the counter, though he would have been completely out in one shot from the attack.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Oh really? We are mega screwed then, I'm sorry everyone,*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Nigel snarls as the spear snares him, his lips curling back in pain. He is going to take his action to remove the blade, throwing it aside before taking his second wind (He gains back 7 hp)
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]