So, FC, when do we start? I'd like to *SMASH* a glass flies past Pheral's head shattering to pieces on the wall behind her.Great, a couple of idiots started a fight.

Leon's head turns to the commotion before wincing at the sound of shattering glass near by, glancing quickly at Pheral as the glass pieces fell behind her. No innocent had been hurt... Yet. Azrael was already gone, taking the situation into his own hands it seems. Leon pursed his lips and furrowed his brow.

"I agree with the gnome," Leon says as he stands, eyes scanning over the scene. "We shouldn't stick our noses where it is not needed."

PART ONE - THE YAWNING PORTAL
TAVERN BRAWL! (ROUND ONE - DING DING!)

Azrael, since you're so tall, you can see above the crowd a ridiculously huge and muscular half-orc female, who actually doesn't fare too bad in the looks department, has the human male with the shaved head and the eyeball tattoos on his head pinned on the ground, pounding him into the floorboards. Within moments, the human's friends of four are about to jump in the fray, but are hesitant because of the size and strength of the woman. Everyone in the tavern is shouting and cheering, and it's difficult for anyone to be heard at the moment.

Azrael, still holding his spell, should the need arise, would shout to the Half-Orc, noticing that none of them seemed too keep to join in. Do you need help with these cowards who would come as many to take on one? 

PART ONE - THE YAWNING PORTAL
TAVERN BRAWL! (ROUND TWO - DING DING!)

The Half-Orc, her nose bleeding, would stop punching the human on the ground, barely conscious, for just a split second to give you a look of insanity with a raised eyebrow. The other four humans see an opening, and tackle the half-orc to the ground, getting plenty of hits in as she flails and struggles to regain her stance. She is quickly getting overpowered four on one.

And with that, Azrael would release his initial spell, swapping to something that wouldn't harm the horc herself. Initiative: 5

 Danitriel eyed the bar fight, the eye tattoos on the human assailant bothered her and the half-orc lass was outnumbered which irritated Dani's sense of fair play. Her decision made she ran into the fray, leaping on a table to use it as extra height for a flying tackle on one of the assailants.

Do it, and i'll post what happens.

Acrobatics: 24

 Edit: Yoooooooooooooooooooo first nat20 of the game!

You know what to do. <3 Call it.

Pheral leans back and puts her hat back on. She pulls the brim low, hiding her face a little. She kicks her feat up on the edge of the table and readies her hand crossbow. Just in case things get dicey,

Daitriel somersaulted in the air, a sapphire blur under the lights of the tavern, and crashed into the pile of humans assaulting the half-orc woman. "Well met!" She cried out as she took one of them to the floor in a smooth movement. Straddling his chest she attempted to give him a taste of his own medicine with a punch to the face.

Attack: 16 Damage: 2

Leon let out a frustrated sigh when he saw the elven woman join in on the frey, though slightly impressed by the finesse she threw into her attack. As the crowd grew thicker it became harder to see what was commencing, having to focus hard to even hear the fight. Leon looks up to see if there are any wooden beams or something to climb on to get a better view of the scuffle.

PART ONE - THE YAWNING PORTAL
TAVERN BRAWL! (ROUND THREE - DING DING!)

Danitriel's somersault and well planted landing would have made any modern day gymnast green with envy, just like the color of the bleeding half-orc's skin color. The elf grabs one of the men, slamming him to the floor, and proceeds to cave in his face. THWAK! The crowd roars in amusement, and you can't tell who's cheering for who. Yagra, the Half-Orc getting beaten up, takes the opportunity to kick one of the humans off of her, but suddenly a distraction stops the fray.

DANITRIEL EARNS THE ACHIEVEMENT: "Well Met..With A Nat 20"

PART ONE - THE YARNING PORTAL
TROLL AND FRIENDS! (THEY HAVE FRIENDS?!)

Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, "TROLL!!"

It gets a little hectic from that moment, Yagra scrambles back to her feet as the human assailants run away in the confusion. Most of the tavern's patrons either hide and take cover or start fleeing outside. If you wish to fight, this encounter starts a new initiative order. Yagra and Durnan join the fight, pushing past the fleeing customers.

Troll: 5
Stirge1: 17
Stirge2: 8
Stirge3: 6
Durnan: 18
Yagra: 10

Holy shitsacks...

THE DM EARNS THE ACHIEVEMENT: "The DM Is Trolling Us With Those Rolls!"

Spinning around as he heard the Barkeep shout 'Troll, Azrael withdrew his quarterstaff from it's holster. Initiative: 17

A heavy sigh escaping his lips before he would shout, There are thirty or forty of us here, STAND YOUR GROUND and overpower it! Make it a tale you tell to the next barmaid you wish to bed!

Persuasion: 15

Editing

Pheral will join in this fight. Her initiative is 22

PART ONE - THE YARNING PORTAL
TROLL AND FRIENDS! (THEY HAVE FRIENDS?!)

In response to your cry, Azrael, Stirge1 detactes itself from the Troll and attacks you: Attack: 25 Damage: 8 Ouch! That's one sharp beak! It sinks deep into you, if it hits, and it doesn't let go. It's stuck!
Stirge 3 also detaches and attacks Danitriel: Attack: 14 Damage: 4

The Troll rises to it's full height and roars, a horrible, wet, terrible roar - one that hungers for human flesh. Some of the customers are inspired by your words, Az, and they grab some oil and fire and prepare to throw!

Pheral, make some magic! You're up!

He wasn't planning on fighting, but now he didn't have a choice. Leon drops the idea of climbing and moves a step forward to ready himself for a tough fight, slowly pulling his Bo from his back.

Initiative: 18

“Oi I was just getting an eye full of beefcake and then. Stupid troll”

Lythril twirls her Warhammer and gets set to bash things.

initiative 9

Unfortunately, Leon's foot was still caught on one of the chair legs, and with a loud thud along with the sound of many dishes breaking, he falls. Someone in the tavern laughs a snorty laugh. Sorry, Leon, you go last. =P