Still a bit beaten and exhausted as Bartand Daffaflewalk to the inn feel tension ease at the sound of a rowdy inn, its lights and shadows of a vibrant crowd lightened their steps and the warmth of the hearth chased away creeping doubts and fears...
The sight of a bloodied Khazanuntangle from a hold with an equally bloodied man gaining his bearings with a lot of the inn cheering them on, while the rest look on almost embarrassed for the competitors but unwilling to do anything to stop them. Wulcrathlooks on guard, clearly ready and able to step in should things turn too sour.
Realizing the situation is under control, the halfing sighs halfheartedly.
"I suppose we should have expected this," Daffafle says, shrugging as she looks up to Bart. "I'll grab a bite to eat, but then I'm heading to the room for a bath and bed...it's been a long day."
Giving the brawlers a wide berth, she maneuvers her way through the crowd to the counter, setting down a gold and five silver. "Soup and light ale please," she nods to the barkeep. Moving back through the crowd, Daffafle tries to find a quieter table, as far away from the fight as she can find.
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Beaten and tired the dwarf stands on his last legs. He looks at his opponent, grits his teeth and yells with all his might before going for another reckless attack, aiming at the jaw of the brawler.
The intense silence between the clash of fist and jaw and the sound of what sounds a small pebble dropping into a quiet lake...
"His tooth!" A nearby reveller screams holding up their glass showing the tooth at the bottom as The Buzzcut Brawler slowly tips before slumping over unconscious.
The tavern erupts into applause, even the barman gives a few claps while rolling his eyes.
The Brawlers compadre struggles to take the Brawler outside as he flops all over the place. Regardless, he holds an impressed grin on his face, "Nice fight, dwarf. Plenty more of that coming your way..." As he stumbles out the door.
Daffafle accepts the gold with a grin, cheering with the crowd for Khazan. Approaching the counter, she sets down a newly acquired gold piece. “Your finest dwarven ale for my friend,” she tilts her head towards Khazan.
Khazan collapses face first in to the floor with a loud thud, a bit of blood pooling under his face. The dwarf grunts painfully. "****in' peachy. Now help me up, I need ale."
Bart intercepts the beer Daff ordered, and brings it to Khaz while he lays on the ground. “Say ‘ahhh’, you’ll like this.” He’ll help to roll him over and start dribbling ale down into and around his mouth.
“So what happened? Did he try to take your axe?”
Every time a Khaz tries to explain, Bart will dribble ale on his mouth
Angry gurgling sounds come as a response from the dwarf as he lays there, glaring at Bart. Not only he is the victim of the joke but it is a waste of good ale! He can't forgive the half elf for that!
“We’ll have to debrief everyone on what we discovered after you left,” she glances about the tavern, thinking of the waiter from earlier she adds. “Perhaps in a place with less ears.”
Aazel got up from his bed. He had spent some time reflecting on the issue of Necromancy and what they had learnt about the town so far. Arcane - 5 Insight - 4 (I think these roles might give me some knowledge of what we had seen, but maybe not why??? Can you fill in the gaps here)
Something tickled the back of his mind. What he was seeing felt familiar for some reason. Maybe in his own research previously there had been mention of this magic. Still, it was worth sharing this insight with the others. Quickly he gathered his gear and headed toward the common room to see if he could find Daffafle. She would be the most likely to help make sense of this.
Seeing a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, Daffafle turns to see Aazel looking around the room. She waves the half-orc over with a smile.
”Aazel! Are you doing okay? You look a bit concerned.”
The dwarf fights against the attempt of the brawler, keeping him steady in his hold.
Athletic check: 17
Losing the fight he lets go of the man
Still a bit beaten and exhausted as Bart and Daffafle walk to the inn feel tension ease at the sound of a rowdy inn, its lights and shadows of a vibrant crowd lightened their steps and the warmth of the hearth chased away creeping doubts and fears...
The sight of a bloodied Khazan untangle from a hold with an equally bloodied man gaining his bearings with a lot of the inn cheering them on, while the rest look on almost embarrassed for the competitors but unwilling to do anything to stop them. Wulcrath looks on guard, clearly ready and able to step in should things turn too sour.
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Khazan, your turn!
Realizing the situation is under control, the halfing sighs halfheartedly.
"I suppose we should have expected this," Daffafle says, shrugging as she looks up to Bart. "I'll grab a bite to eat, but then I'm heading to the room for a bath and bed...it's been a long day."
Giving the brawlers a wide berth, she maneuvers her way through the crowd to the counter, setting down a gold and five silver. "Soup and light ale please," she nods to the barkeep. Moving back through the crowd, Daffafle tries to find a quieter table, as far away from the fight as she can find.
Bart gives Daff a little fist bump, and grins at the fight. “Two gold on buzz cut!”
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"Alright," the halfing smiles. "I'll match that in favor of Khaz."
"Khazan!" Lucky squawks, ruffling its feathers as it bobs its head to get a better view of the fight.
Beaten and tired the dwarf stands on his last legs. He looks at his opponent, grits his teeth and yells with all his might before going for another reckless attack, aiming at the jaw of the brawler.
"Khazukan Kazakit-ha!"
Attack: 19 Damage: 4
The intense silence between the clash of fist and jaw and the sound of what sounds a small pebble dropping into a quiet lake...
"His tooth!" A nearby reveller screams holding up their glass showing the tooth at the bottom as The Buzzcut Brawler slowly tips before slumping over unconscious.
The tavern erupts into applause, even the barman gives a few claps while rolling his eyes.
The Brawlers compadre struggles to take the Brawler outside as he flops all over the place. Regardless, he holds an impressed grin on his face, "Nice fight, dwarf. Plenty more of that coming your way..." As he stumbles out the door.
Bart passes two gold pieces to Daff. “Oh bother...”
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Daffafle accepts the gold with a grin, cheering with the crowd for Khazan. Approaching the counter, she sets down a newly acquired gold piece. “Your finest dwarven ale for my friend,” she tilts her head towards Khazan.
Wulcrath Finally lets out a long held breath as he gets up and walks over to the victor. Concern apparent on his face as he looks Khazan over.
"Phew... Nice work work Khaz... Are you alright? Can you walk okay?"
Khazan collapses face first in to the floor with a loud thud, a bit of blood pooling under his face. The dwarf grunts painfully.
"****in' peachy. Now help me up, I need ale."
Bart intercepts the beer Daff ordered, and brings it to Khaz while he lays on the ground. “Say ‘ahhh’, you’ll like this.” He’ll help to roll him over and start dribbling ale down into and around his mouth.
“So what happened? Did he try to take your axe?”
Every time a Khaz tries to explain, Bart will dribble ale on his mouth
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Angry gurgling sounds come as a response from the dwarf as he lays there, glaring at Bart. Not only he is the victim of the joke but it is a waste of good ale! He can't forgive the half elf for that!
“We’ll have to debrief everyone on what we discovered after you left,” she glances about the tavern, thinking of the waiter from earlier she adds. “Perhaps in a place with less ears.”
Bart decides he’s pushed enough and reaches a hand down to help Khaz up.
“I’ll sew those up while we talk.” Gesturing at Khazan injuries.
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Aazel got up from his bed. He had spent some time reflecting on the issue of Necromancy and what they had learnt about the town so far.
Arcane - 5
Insight - 4
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Something tickled the back of his mind. What he was seeing felt familiar for some reason. Maybe in his own research previously there had been mention of this magic. Still, it was worth sharing this insight with the others. Quickly he gathered his gear and headed toward the common room to see if he could find Daffafle. She would be the most likely to help make sense of this.
Seeing a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye, Daffafle turns to see Aazel looking around the room. She waves the half-orc over with a smile.
”Aazel! Are you doing okay? You look a bit concerned.”
Khazan takes the hand offered to him and pulls himself up.
"You sewn? You really are half elgi, ha!"