The green tinted armored woman returned the greeting, "Hello Scribbles, I'm Eztli."
[OOC: The rest of us might be collecting stares as well, if people knew what we were. We are an eclectic group of species with usually bad reputations. Though we might be fine in a place that has Orc patrons.]
Scribbles will climb up a stool and take a seat, he is already licking his chops getting ready to eat food without dirt bugs or mold, and wash it down without drinking from a horse trough.
What a strange collection of individuals... Crix thinks to himself. Orcs, tieflings, kobolds, and whatever this green-skinned woman is...not to mention myself... his thoughts continue, as his previous focus in now split between the cloaked men, the elf maiden, and the conversation at the bar next to him.
One of the cloaked men gets up from his chair and places a hand on the elf woman's shoulder she looks at him with fear. The man whispers something to her and she gets up. The man begins walking her towards the exit.
Oh that's not good...Crix thinks, getting up from the bar and walking toward the elf girl. "Excuse me miss, is everything alright? I couldn't help but notice you seemed a bit wary of this man." the rogue says, placing his hand on a dagger hilt beneath his cloak.
On his turn Scribbles will hear the elven girl cry out for help, in that moment Scribbles remembers the little elven girl who colored a picture of him and named him Scribbles. Hearing this elven girl snaps Scribble into action…
Reaching into his pocket Scribble grabs several fleas ticks and mites flinging them towards the cloaked man infestation for 5 poison damage and he must move 5’ if he fails to save Con 13
Zadie, a variant tiefling bard never knew her father and was raised by her mother, a succubus, until adulthood. Among her particular kind there is a tradition of casting out or being exiled upon reaching adulthood. For Zadie this happened a few weeks ago and she began making her way to the nearest city until encountering a wandering minstrel. He informed her of a festival that would soon be held there before parting ways. She figured if bards were drawn from far and wide there wouldn't be much demand for her so instead she decided to make a circuit of smaller, less well known locales. This is what has brought her to Cullfield on this fine day and now finds her entering the Jackels bar.
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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.”
Scribble shares everything and openly gestures for Eztli to grab a stool and partake of his food and drink, “Please please sit and have some good good food.”
"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.”
— A basic prayer.
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The girl judging by her outfit appears to be of a noble background.
Everyone turns to look at you including the hooded figures. On your way inside you see wagon with a covered top.
[[ooc: Look at who? Scribble, Crix, Eztli? All 3?]]
Scribbles
The green tinted armored woman returned the greeting, "Hello Scribbles, I'm Eztli."
[OOC: The rest of us might be collecting stares as well, if people knew what we were. We are an eclectic group of species with usually bad reputations. Though we might be fine in a place that has Orc patrons.]
Scribbles will climb up a stool and take a seat, he is already licking his chops getting ready to eat food without dirt bugs or mold, and wash it down without drinking from a horse trough.
“Eztli wow nice to meet you are you hungry?”
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What a strange collection of individuals... Crix thinks to himself. Orcs, tieflings, kobolds, and whatever this green-skinned woman is...not to mention myself... his thoughts continue, as his previous focus in now split between the cloaked men, the elf maiden, and the conversation at the bar next to him.
One of the cloaked men gets up from his chair and places a hand on the elf woman's shoulder she looks at him with fear. The man whispers something to her and she gets up. The man begins walking her towards the exit.
Oh that's not good...Crix thinks, getting up from the bar and walking toward the elf girl. "Excuse me miss, is everything alright? I couldn't help but notice you seemed a bit wary of this man." the rogue says, placing his hand on a dagger hilt beneath his cloak.
Two the cloaked man's friend intercept you as they say. "There isn't a problem here. How about you mind your own business."
"If the lady agrees, I'd be happy to." Crix responds.
The woman looks at you and shouts "Help me!" You see the cloaked figures reaching for there weapons as everyone roll initiative
[[ooc: Are you planning to create a campaign here on D&D Beyond so that rolls can be tracked that are made on character sheets?]]
Initiative: 4 [[ooc: Just lovely, a Nat 1 to start things off...]]
Scribble 12
On his turn Scribbles will hear the elven girl cry out for help, in that moment Scribbles remembers the little elven girl who colored a picture of him and named him Scribbles. Hearing this elven girl snaps Scribble into action…
Reaching into his pocket Scribble grabs several fleas ticks and mites flinging them towards the cloaked man infestation for 5 poison damage and he must move 5’ if he fails to save Con 13
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(ooc: if you still need one more... my submission: )
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/154377876/LIzMHC
Zadie, a variant tiefling bard never knew her father and was raised by her mother, a succubus, until adulthood. Among her particular kind there is a tradition of casting out or being exiled upon reaching adulthood. For Zadie this happened a few weeks ago and she began making her way to the nearest city until encountering a wandering minstrel. He informed her of a festival that would soon be held there before parting ways. She figured if bards were drawn from far and wide there wouldn't be much demand for her so instead she decided to make a circuit of smaller, less well known locales. This is what has brought her to Cullfield on this fine day and now finds her entering the Jackels bar.
Zadie you may roll initiative.
Eztli init 13
Eztli asks, "Why should I help?"
{If scribbles offers to buy her a drink, that would be enough to convince her to help}
Scribble shares everything and openly gestures for Eztli to grab a stool and partake of his food and drink, “Please please sit and have some good good food.”
SEA MISTRESS CREW
Zadie's Initiative: 3