Elery, the Page smiles at you with crooked teeth. You can see he’s not worried for an instant. “I’ll be just fine,” he says. He gives you another knowing smile.
The Old Hag name used to be a joke. When the name was chosen, the Tavern was new and clean. It was known two or three towns over as the best stop before leaving south, out of the Anvil. The establishment was the pride and joy of the family that owned it. They were always quick with their brew, generous, and jolly. Gruff—that’s what they used to call the Patriarch of the family that owned the Hag—had a quick wit and a keen eye for advice. And he was anything but gruff.
When Lord Blackwood took over, The Old Hag’s name took on a more literal meaning. It became the local watering hole for Blackwood’s militia and knights. As such, it fell to disrepair. Gruff became a recluse and a bastard. His family left town early on. He hasn’t seen them since.
And so, when you enter the tavern, the first thing that hits you is the smell. It’s piss. Not only piss, but that’s what assaults your nose. Over top of it and under it is the smell of body odor, rotten food, and mold.
When you enter, you step into a crowd. The common room is filled with Blackwood soldiers. They’re calling nasty names, hooting, and hollering. All of them are pressed to the edges of the room with the tables and chairs forming a circle around the center.
At the center of the room are two fighters. One stands tall, broad, and shirtless. On the tables behind him, you can see his chainmail shirt and Blackwood tabard. He’s thick in muscle and gut. Through his mess of a beard, he wears a wide smile. He’s having fun.
The other fighter wears a bloody, bruised face. But, you can still recognize Seva. Her blonde curls are matted with her own blood. Her leather armor and weapons have been stripped from her. Her hands are bound with a leather strap behind her back. She’s down on one knee, spitting blood on the tavern floor. This is not a fair fight.
“Think you can go for help and we’d not notice, Little Bird,” the big man says, more to the crowd than her. “We found your other riders who left to do the same. They squawked, too. Don’t worry! We hung them together from the walls so they’d be cozy, just like Lord Blackwood asked!” At that he bursts out laughing. The crowd follows suit.
The Page smiles and does his best to yell over the crowd in his cracking teenage voice. “It looks like they have the situation handled! I guess your help wasn’t needed after all.” At that he turns to leave out the door.
To the party: what are you doing?
To the new people already in the tavern: where are you and what are you doing?
Leaving the alf rotten piece of meat that he had asked for food in the table with a gestur of disgust, the humanoid feline stands and approaches the circle. He knows that his brethen is a strange view in this parts, and he uses it this time to his favor. He just stands there, letting the men look at his black flur and his simple clothes.
He looks at the bearded man, then to the hand-tied woman, then back to the man. And he asks
" Excuse me Sirr. Is this what you call a fairr fight in this lands?. I think that it would be morre fun if you have yourr hands tied too. Did the rope brroke? No worrries I could tie you again if you want..."
He takes one step inside the ring to enphatisies his offer of help.
Neona always loves a good dive (preferring to be around locals rather than do anything touristy) and even more so a good brawl so when she and Luna wandered into town she would have asked where she might find one. She might be a little bit of an odd sight, walking through town in her slightly worn, but always impeccably clean chainmail and leading around her riding dog who is roughly five times her size a big smile on her face despite the dreariness of the environs.
Having been directed to the Old Hag, she would have brought Luna right in and found a cozy corner with a high chair and a good view of everything. At the start of the fight she would have stayed in her corner and been shouting and jeering at the big fella, rooting for the woman. She has no notion of size mattering in a fight, being that she is a tiny brawler. She thinks everything is well and everyone's just having a bit of fun.
Ooh, look at the size of him! Ye'll have ta work a bit hard to take down this mess eh?!
As it becomes clearer that this fight is not a fair one her smile turns to a frown, and then to a grimace. She pushes her way through the legs of the men standing round and nods as the cat-man speaks.
Ay, I'm usually not one to meddle with the traditions of other folk, in fact I often enjoy participating, but this... this simply seems cruel.
If Seva looks like she needs healing, Neona walks straight over to her, not really paying attention to anything else, and pats her on the back.
Go on then, lass, get up.
She uses lay on hands to heal Seva.
If the brawler tries to attack Seva again, Neona will intervene.
At the bar facing the ring you see a rather tall figure wearing a wide brimmed worn navy blue fedora-esque hat adorned with a golden ribbon and a long brown hawk feather sticking out the side. The brim of the hat hides most of his face, but you can see a beard neatly kept. Long soot grey hair flows in a braided ponytail from under the hat down to his lower back. He is wearing a long, navy over coat of fine make, with his leather armor underneath. He is watching this "fight" go on while holding a bottle of whiskey.
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Tristan
Feeling disgusted by this display Tristan nods his agreement to Lazarus.
I take a fw seconds to take a look around the room, looking for other exits, number of soldiers in there, sympathetic patrons who could be possible allies if a major fight broke out or anything that sticks out
Perception (If you want it, if not feel free to ignore) 23
Tristan, you take a moment to look around the room and assess. You don’t see a ranking officer stand out. There are too many bodies. But, you can count around 20 or so Blackwood men.
The crowd stops. All is quiet and none know what to do. Even the big man who had been “fighting” Seva is unsure. He looks at the three of you that have entered the ring of bodies. At first, he keeps glancing between you all. Then, he sees you place your hand on Seva, Neona. Rage begins to fill his face.
He lunges forward, reaching for your throat, Neona.
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Luna rouses from her slumber and her low growl can be heard above the silence.
Go on then, lass, get up.
Neona, says working her healing magic on Seva. She sees the large man lunging toward her and draws her longsword with both hands, a smirk creasing her cheek. She steps in front of Seva, staring the barrel chested soldier straight in the eyes. She apparently has no sense of self preservation whatsoever.
Come on then, brute. Let's show them something new.
(OOC: I'm assuming she wouldn't have had time to arm her shield, which is probably over by her riding dog so her AC right now is only 16. Yikes!)
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Elery seemed to be ready to dart to the door, as she was covering her face while they walked through the nasty tavern, but when she noticed the commotion of a fight happening and looked up to see Seva there, she gets ready to help her team however it's needed.
Since she doesn't actually know how to, nor does she want to fight anyone, Elery just rushes as fast as she can into Seva's direction, pulling a dagger out of her pocket and slashing the rope that's tying her arms.
Elery, the Page smiles at you with crooked teeth. You can see he’s not worried for an instant. “I’ll be just fine,” he says. He gives you another knowing smile.
The Old Hag name used to be a joke. When the name was chosen, the Tavern was new and clean. It was known two or three towns over as the best stop before leaving south, out of the Anvil. The establishment was the pride and joy of the family that owned it. They were always quick with their brew, generous, and jolly. Gruff—that’s what they used to call the Patriarch of the family that owned the Hag—had a quick wit and a keen eye for advice. And he was anything but gruff.
When Lord Blackwood took over, The Old Hag’s name took on a more literal meaning. It became the local watering hole for Blackwood’s militia and knights. As such, it fell to disrepair. Gruff became a recluse and a bastard. His family left town early on. He hasn’t seen them since.
And so, when you enter the tavern, the first thing that hits you is the smell. It’s piss. Not only piss, but that’s what assaults your nose. Over top of it and under it is the smell of body odor, rotten food, and mold.
When you enter, you step into a crowd. The common room is filled with Blackwood soldiers. They’re calling nasty names, hooting, and hollering. All of them are pressed to the edges of the room with the tables and chairs forming a circle around the center.
At the center of the room are two fighters. One stands tall, broad, and shirtless. On the tables behind him, you can see his chainmail shirt and Blackwood tabard. He’s thick in muscle and gut. Through his mess of a beard, he wears a wide smile. He’s having fun.
The other fighter wears a bloody, bruised face. But, you can still recognize Seva. Her blonde curls are matted with her own blood. Her leather armor and weapons have been stripped from her. Her hands are bound with a leather strap behind her back. She’s down on one knee, spitting blood on the tavern floor. This is not a fair fight.
“Think you can go for help and we’d not notice, Little Bird,” the big man says, more to the crowd than her. “We found your other riders who left to do the same. They squawked, too. Don’t worry! We hung them together from the walls so they’d be cozy, just like Lord Blackwood asked!” At that he bursts out laughing. The crowd follows suit.
The Page smiles and does his best to yell over the crowd in his cracking teenage voice. “It looks like they have the situation handled! I guess your help wasn’t needed after all.” At that he turns to leave out the door.
To the party: what are you doing?
To the new people already in the tavern: where are you and what are you doing?
Leaving the alf rotten piece of meat that he had asked for food in the table with a gestur of disgust, the humanoid feline stands and approaches the circle. He knows that his brethen is a strange view in this parts, and he uses it this time to his favor. He just stands there, letting the men look at his black flur and his simple clothes.
He looks at the bearded man, then to the hand-tied woman, then back to the man. And he asks
" Excuse me Sirr. Is this what you call a fairr fight in this lands?. I think that it would be morre fun if you have yourr hands tied too. Did the rope brroke? No worrries I could tie you again if you want..."
He takes one step inside the ring to enphatisies his offer of help.
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Neona always loves a good dive (preferring to be around locals rather than do anything touristy) and even more so a good brawl so when she and Luna wandered into town she would have asked where she might find one. She might be a little bit of an odd sight, walking through town in her slightly worn, but always impeccably clean chainmail and leading around her riding dog who is roughly five times her size a big smile on her face despite the dreariness of the environs.
Having been directed to the Old Hag, she would have brought Luna right in and found a cozy corner with a high chair and a good view of everything. At the start of the fight she would have stayed in her corner and been shouting and jeering at the big fella, rooting for the woman. She has no notion of size mattering in a fight, being that she is a tiny brawler. She thinks everything is well and everyone's just having a bit of fun.
Ooh, look at the size of him! Ye'll have ta work a bit hard to take down this mess eh?!
As it becomes clearer that this fight is not a fair one her smile turns to a frown, and then to a grimace. She pushes her way through the legs of the men standing round and nods as the cat-man speaks.
Ay, I'm usually not one to meddle with the traditions of other folk, in fact I often enjoy participating, but this... this simply seems cruel.
If Seva looks like she needs healing, Neona walks straight over to her, not really paying attention to anything else, and pats her on the back.
Go on then, lass, get up.
She uses lay on hands to heal Seva.
If the brawler tries to attack Seva again, Neona will intervene.
~♡~
Lazarus: (to Tristan) "We can't sit by and let them beat her up, i'm gonna try to save her, watch my back."
Lazarus walks up to the shirtless soldier and Seva.
Lazarus: (to everyone) "Whats going on here?!"
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At the bar facing the ring you see a rather tall figure wearing a wide brimmed worn navy blue fedora-esque hat adorned with a golden ribbon and a long brown hawk feather sticking out the side. The brim of the hat hides most of his face, but you can see a beard neatly kept. Long soot grey hair flows in a braided ponytail from under the hat down to his lower back. He is wearing a long, navy over coat of fine make, with his leather armor underneath. He is watching this "fight" go on while holding a bottle of whiskey.
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Tristan
Feeling disgusted by this display Tristan nods his agreement to Lazarus.
I take a fw seconds to take a look around the room, looking for other exits, number of soldiers in there, sympathetic patrons who could be possible allies if a major fight broke out or anything that sticks out
Perception (If you want it, if not feel free to ignore) 23
I forgot to mention, also looking for the highest rank soldier in the tavern.
Tristan, you take a moment to look around the room and assess. You don’t see a ranking officer stand out. There are too many bodies. But, you can count around 20 or so Blackwood men.
The crowd stops. All is quiet and none know what to do. Even the big man who had been “fighting” Seva is unsure. He looks at the three of you that have entered the ring of bodies. At first, he keeps glancing between you all. Then, he sees you place your hand on Seva, Neona. Rage begins to fill his face.
He lunges forward, reaching for your throat, Neona.
Everyone, roll initiative.
Initiative: 5
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Luna rouses from her slumber and her low growl can be heard above the silence.
Go on then, lass, get up.
Neona, says working her healing magic on Seva. She sees the large man lunging toward her and draws her longsword with both hands, a smirk creasing her cheek. She steps in front of Seva, staring the barrel chested soldier straight in the eyes. She apparently has no sense of self preservation whatsoever.
Come on then, brute. Let's show them something new.
(OOC: I'm assuming she wouldn't have had time to arm her shield, which is probably over by her riding dog so her AC right now is only 16. Yikes!)
Initiative : 4
~♡~
( Initiative: 5 )
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initiative 9
Elery seemed to be ready to dart to the door, as she was covering her face while they walked through the nasty tavern, but when she noticed the commotion of a fight happening and looked up to see Seva there, she gets ready to help her team however it's needed.
Initiative: 20
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Therion stands from the bar. "Ahh ****. This won't end well."
Initiative: 6
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Excellent. Neona has drawn her weapon as the Big Man lunges for her throat. In that moment, you all begin to take action.
Elery, it's your turn.
Turn order:
Elery 20 <--------
Tristan 17
Therion 6
Lazarus 5
Khinsrra 5
Neona 4
"Big Man" 2
Since she doesn't actually know how to, nor does she want to fight anyone, Elery just rushes as fast as she can into Seva's direction, pulling a dagger out of her pocket and slashing the rope that's tying her arms.
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Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Tristan
I'll draw my weapon, and cast sleep in an area where I can hit the most guards and no other people.
20
Elery, you thrust through the crowd, knife out. You deliver a single cut and Seva’s bonds fall to the ground. She nods to you.
Tristan, you can get quite a few of these men and women within the area of the spell, but you’re roll will only allow you to put one of them to sleep.
Is there anyone in particular you’d like to do that to, or just one of the random militia?
Turn order:
Elery 20
Tristan 17 <--------
Therion 6
Lazarus 5
Khinsrra 5
Neona 4
"Big Man" 2
Tristan
If no one stood out while I was looking around then just a random.
Therion stands from the bar, draws his scimitar and charges the brute. He uses the dull side of the blade to incapacitate him, not kill him.
Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.
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