"I don't think they're worried about that." She says wryly to Qivys as the crowd around them basically starts chanting fight! fight! fight! She then rolls her eyes at Kas but the grin belies any negative feelings. She then pulls out her instrument. For a second she's tempted to ignore the fight entirely and go after the fiddle player, but that seems unsportsmanlike. Instead, she looks at the two thugs going after Qivys.
Everybody seemed to be focusing on the big man so she turns her attention to his scrawnier companion. Drawing out a few cheerful notes she says.
"You guys are real funny, you should take a moment to laugh at your own joke."And she'll cast Hideous Laughter on the goon.
With a gesture of her holy symbol and a few muttered words, Claire casts Bless upon Qivys, Omen, and Kas. (For the next minute, Qivys, Omen, and Kas may roll a d4 and add it to their attack rolls and saving throws.)
The scrawny mustachioed guy assists (help) Butts in an attempt to grapple Qivys. Plowing forward like a bull, and ignoring his facial injury, Butts finally manages to attempt the stupid move he initially intended. He lunges and grabs Qivys around the waist with one brutish arm. 20 (Qivys: Make a blessed strength check to break his grapple.) He punches Qivys in the face with the other. Attack:4Damage: 3 bludgeoning ...but fails to connect.
If he successfully grapples Qivys, Butts then drags him (with Mustache's help) to the porch and throws him over the rickety rail into the dark, stinking harbor. (Qivys, if you fail the grapple-break, make a blessed Dex (Acrobatics) check to see if you can catch yourself on the railing.)
Qivys struggles mightily but is unable to break free from the meaty grasp of Butts and his buddy. He is dragged a short distance onto the rickety porch over the harbor and unceremoniously thrown over the rail. However, Qivys manages to grab the railing and save himself a trip into the black, rank waters below. ...Or at least postpone it. (That used up his turn, however.)
Butts prepares to shove Qivys off the edge. Mustache turns and draws a long, curved knife from his belt, eyeing the rest of you. The crowd roars with approval.
Just to give you a sense of the space: The tavern itself is barely 15-20 feet square, including the makeshift bar. It's small and cramped. (There is also a private-looking back room visible through a door behind the bar.) The host is currently behind the bar, cleaning mugs, as if nothing was happening. The fiddler is tucked in a nook between the bar and the porch, playing a lively tune. A large, wide open door leads to the small wooden porch, barely 6-8 feet deep, with a weathered wooden rail, overlooking the harbor. Qivys can see it's about an 8-foot drop to the filthy dark water below. Butts, Mustache, and Qivys are on the porch. There are about five more lowlifes in the main room, including the hairy-backed guy and the pipsqueak clown, mostly gathered on either side of the open porch door to watch, although they left a wide space open between the party and the goons on the porch. They are clearly here for the entertainment, and do not seem threatening at the moment, although they are all loud and obnoxious and egging everyone on to fight.
Red keeps a smile on her face even as her eyes narrow in annoyance. She switches attention to the big guy, maybe he's more foolish. She plays the same tune and casts Hideous Laughter again. Then she plays a few more cheerful notes and cheers Qivys on, giving him bardic inspiration.
(don't know if you'd be able to hit but don't forget the 1d4 from bless Omen!)
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The stool smashes to splinters on the backs of Butts' massive legs. (Had it hit, it would have done 1d4+2 damage in Omen's hands.) Butts ignores it as he prepares to shove Qivys into the drink. Omen does win Mustache's attention, however, at least momentarily.
Butts considers the humor of the situation –9 – but is still too full of adrenalin to think of anything but tossing Qivys overboard.
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Kasimir:
Feeling the crack from his first strike, Kas steps back from his first strike, waiting for the big man's body to collapse. Somehow the brute keeps going, nearly getting the dwarf over the rail. That should have stunned an ox; guess 'Butts' isn't quite as smart as an ox. He sees the weaselly guy draw his knife and freezes for a second, unsure who to attack first. But the big guy is still trying to throw Qivys into the drink, and Kas figures Mustache for the kind who'll tuck tail when his buddy's out, so he aims two more pomel strikes into Butts' thick skull.
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Kasimir springs onto the porch and slams both dagger pommels on Butts' head. They both connect hard upon his skull, one breaking skin from the force; blood streams down his neck. He bellows in pain, but he still stands. He laughs briefly but heartily, while Mustache glowers. (BTW - don't add your dex modifier to the second damage roll.)
Claire steps forward and mutters an incantation in Celestial. Stretching out her hands toward Butts and praying for a nonlethal result, a flame-like radiance descends upon Butts. Sacred Flame. He pivots to avoid the brilliant glow, 5, but is too clumsy to avoid it. Damage: 5
That did it. Butts crumples on the porch, unconscious, the glow of Claire's spell still fading around his body.
Mustache swings his knife at Omen – 22 Damage: 2 slashing – cutting Omen deeply in one leg, before vaulting the railing into the harbor.
Kas, Omen, and Qivys have a very brief window to make an Opportunity Attack before he disappears into the foul waters below.
The crowd roars with approval at the ugly spectacle.
Kasimir shakes his head -- figures -- as Mustache vaults the rail. Smiling at Qivys, "Well, looks like two seats just opened up; plenty of room for dwarves now." He rifles through the unconscious man's pockets. (He'll take Butts's purse if he finds it; otherwise he'll Sleight of Hand25 4 silvers from his own purse and pretend they were Butts's.) He pats the brute's chest. "Oh Mr. Butts, sir, you're too generous. First a comical farce, and now you're buying a round for the house? Let us all drink to Mr. Butts's new friendlier nature, long may he remain as he is." As he places the coins on the bar, he leans in to whisper to the bartender, "Something without the fish scales, if you have it."
Mustache disappears into the barely-visible water below with an audible splash. Butts lies drooling and bleeding on the porch, unconscious. His eye is purple and swelling by the minute. The crowd is rowdy and loud and getting drunker, but not currently threatening. The fiddler plays a sleeping lullaby, albeit very poorly.
Kasimir finds that Butts had a fairly sizable purse on him - 10 gp. (Mark your sheet; you can divvy up later if you like.)
The bartender takes Kasimir's four silver coins. He looks Kas in the eye and mutters quietly but firmly, "That'll pay for your friend's stool. You guys need to leave now." To Red, he adds, respectfully, "If you want to talk business, come see me during business hours. Do me a favor and leave your dwarven friend at home, though."
Kasimir returns the bartender's hard look, then nods and drops three more silvers on the bar. "No reason the rest of your folks shouldn't enjoy Butts's generosity. Give 'em that round after all." He turns and leaves the bar.
After hauling himself back onto the porch, Qivys walks over to Omen. "Allow me, it's the least I can do" He holds out his hand over omens leg. He says something in dwarvish. His hand shimmers with divine light (Lay on Hands) 4."My thanks".
He then walks to Butts unconcious body. Tearing a strip off Butts' shirt he attempts to staunch the bleeding. Wis (medicine)9
Butts' bleeding isn't serious, just a messy cut on his scalp. He's growing a massive black eye, too, together with a pair of angry red eggs on his head. He looks awful, but he'll recover in a couple of days.
"Thanks you Qivy." Omen says as he is healed. "It is much appreciated."
Omen will scan the bar a moment, noting Red's exchange with the keeper just for a moment then he will follow Kas out, leaving the bar behind.
"St. ****hbert forgive me but I do still enjoy a good bar fight." Omen states as he leaves.
"Though the dagger attack was not needed." Omen says looking at the new slash to his tattered uniform. "not unexpected though" he adds.
On our way back to the Mariners Guildhall Omen will look around and take in the evening sites. He will look for a store of some type that may have clothing.
"This old uniform has seen its last days and isn't needed anymore." he thinks to himself.
"I wonder how long I have been away from the Free City of Greyhawk and if i am considered a lost cause to search for."
Once making it back to the hall Omen will pay for a night and bowl of stew and after eating, meditate then sleep.
Qiv follows his companions out of the bar. "Shall we turn in for the night, or do you have more exciting plans for us Kas?" He says with sarcasm and a smile.
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Red
"I don't think they're worried about that." She says wryly to Qivys as the crowd around them basically starts chanting fight! fight! fight! She then rolls her eyes at Kas but the grin belies any negative feelings. She then pulls out her instrument. For a second she's tempted to ignore the fight entirely and go after the fiddle player, but that seems unsportsmanlike. Instead, she looks at the two thugs going after Qivys.
Everybody seemed to be focusing on the big man so she turns her attention to his scrawnier companion. Drawing out a few cheerful notes she says.
"You guys are real funny, you should take a moment to laugh at your own joke." And she'll cast Hideous Laughter on the goon.
DC 13 Wisdom Save
The scrawny mustachioed goon sees the knife pommel crack his buddy's eye, but upon hearing Red's tune - 14 - still doesn't see the humor in it.
(Claire's up next - we'll see if Sacrosanctis is available yet; otherwise I'll play Claire's round.)
(I'll move for Claire here.)
With a gesture of her holy symbol and a few muttered words, Claire casts Bless upon Qivys, Omen, and Kas.
(For the next minute, Qivys, Omen, and Kas may roll a d4 and add it to their attack rolls and saving throws.)
The scrawny mustachioed guy assists (help) Butts in an attempt to grapple Qivys.
Plowing forward like a bull, and ignoring his facial injury, Butts finally manages to attempt the stupid move he initially intended.
He lunges and grabs Qivys around the waist with one brutish arm. 20
(Qivys: Make a blessed strength check to break his grapple.)
He punches Qivys in the face with the other. Attack: 4
Damage: 3 bludgeoning...but fails to connect.If he successfully grapples Qivys, Butts then drags him (with Mustache's help) to the porch and throws him over the rickety rail into the dark, stinking harbor. (Qivys, if you fail the grapple-break, make a blessed Dex (Acrobatics) check to see if you can catch yourself on the railing.)
The crowd goes wild.
(Man, it sucks to be small sometimes)
Qivys
Strength 18
Acrobatics 22
"I guess the time for not spilling drinks is over" He says though gritted teeth.
(I hope I've done the roll editing correct.)
Qivys struggles mightily but is unable to break free from the meaty grasp of Butts and his buddy. He is dragged a short distance onto the rickety porch over the harbor and unceremoniously thrown over the rail. However, Qivys manages to grab the railing and save himself a trip into the black, rank waters below. ...Or at least postpone it. (That used up his turn, however.)
Butts prepares to shove Qivys off the edge. Mustache turns and draws a long, curved knife from his belt, eyeing the rest of you. The crowd roars with approval.
Omen, Kas, Red, and Claire are up next.
Just to give you a sense of the space:
The tavern itself is barely 15-20 feet square, including the makeshift bar. It's small and cramped. (There is also a private-looking back room visible through a door behind the bar.)
The host is currently behind the bar, cleaning mugs, as if nothing was happening. The fiddler is tucked in a nook between the bar and the porch, playing a lively tune.
A large, wide open door leads to the small wooden porch, barely 6-8 feet deep, with a weathered wooden rail, overlooking the harbor. Qivys can see it's about an 8-foot drop to the filthy dark water below.
Butts, Mustache, and Qivys are on the porch. There are about five more lowlifes in the main room, including the hairy-backed guy and the pipsqueak clown, mostly gathered on either side of the open porch door to watch, although they left a wide space open between the party and the goons on the porch. They are clearly here for the entertainment, and do not seem threatening at the moment, although they are all loud and obnoxious and egging everyone on to fight.
Omen
Omen will pick up a chair, move to the porch and slam it in the back of Butts saying: "I said Hands off Boyo!"
Omen will aim for the back of Butts' knees.
Strike: 6
Damage will be what ever the chair does +2...if any
Red
Red keeps a smile on her face even as her eyes narrow in annoyance. She switches attention to the big guy, maybe he's more foolish. She plays the same tune and casts Hideous Laughter again. Then she plays a few more cheerful notes and cheers Qivys on, giving him bardic inspiration.
(don't know if you'd be able to hit but don't forget the 1d4 from bless Omen!)
The stool smashes to splinters on the backs of Butts' massive legs. (Had it hit, it would have done 1d4+2 damage in Omen's hands.) Butts ignores it as he prepares to shove Qivys into the drink. Omen does win Mustache's attention, however, at least momentarily.
Butts considers the humor of the situation – 9 – but is still too full of adrenalin to think of anything but tossing Qivys overboard.
Kas and Claire are up next.
Kasimir:
Feeling the crack from his first strike, Kas steps back from his first strike, waiting for the big man's body to collapse. Somehow the brute keeps going, nearly getting the dwarf over the rail. That should have stunned an ox; guess 'Butts' isn't quite as smart as an ox. He sees the weaselly guy draw his knife and freezes for a second, unsure who to attack first. But the big guy is still trying to throw Qivys into the drink, and Kas figures Mustache for the kind who'll tuck tail when his buddy's out, so he aims two more pomel strikes into Butts' thick skull.
1st dagger = 19 + 3 Bless for 4 Damage
2nd dagger = 16 + 1 Bless for 3 Damage
Sneak attack if either hits = 6
"Just drop already, you damn lummox!"
Kasimir springs onto the porch and slams both dagger pommels on Butts' head. They both connect hard upon his skull, one breaking skin from the force; blood streams down his neck. He bellows in pain, but he still stands. He laughs briefly but heartily, while Mustache glowers. (BTW - don't add your dex modifier to the second damage roll.)
Claire steps forward and mutters an incantation in Celestial. Stretching out her hands toward Butts and praying for a nonlethal result, a flame-like radiance descends upon Butts. Sacred Flame. He pivots to avoid the brilliant glow, 5, but is too clumsy to avoid it. Damage: 5
That did it. Butts crumples on the porch, unconscious, the glow of Claire's spell still fading around his body.
Mustache swings his knife at Omen – 22 Damage: 2 slashing – cutting Omen deeply in one leg, before vaulting the railing into the harbor.
Kas, Omen, and Qivys have a very brief window to make an Opportunity Attack before he disappears into the foul waters below.
The crowd roars with approval at the ugly spectacle.
Kasimir:
Kasimir shakes his head -- figures -- as Mustache vaults the rail. Smiling at Qivys, "Well, looks like two seats just opened up; plenty of room for dwarves now." He rifles through the unconscious man's pockets. (He'll take Butts's purse if he finds it; otherwise he'll Sleight of Hand 25 4 silvers from his own purse and pretend they were Butts's.) He pats the brute's chest. "Oh Mr. Butts, sir, you're too generous. First a comical farce, and now you're buying a round for the house? Let us all drink to Mr. Butts's new friendlier nature, long may he remain as he is." As he places the coins on the bar, he leans in to whisper to the bartender, "Something without the fish scales, if you have it."
Omen
Omen will retreat a step and start to bind his wounded leg.
Mustache disappears into the barely-visible water below with an audible splash. Butts lies drooling and bleeding on the porch, unconscious. His eye is purple and swelling by the minute. The crowd is rowdy and loud and getting drunker, but not currently threatening. The fiddler plays a sleeping lullaby, albeit very poorly.
Kasimir finds that Butts had a fairly sizable purse on him - 10 gp. (Mark your sheet; you can divvy up later if you like.)
The bartender takes Kasimir's four silver coins. He looks Kas in the eye and mutters quietly but firmly, "That'll pay for your friend's stool. You guys need to leave now."
To Red, he adds, respectfully, "If you want to talk business, come see me during business hours. Do me a favor and leave your dwarven friend at home, though."
Kasimir:
Kasimir returns the bartender's hard look, then nods and drops three more silvers on the bar. "No reason the rest of your folks shouldn't enjoy Butts's generosity. Give 'em that round after all." He turns and leaves the bar.
Qivys
After hauling himself back onto the porch, Qivys walks over to Omen. "Allow me, it's the least I can do" He holds out his hand over omens leg. He says something in dwarvish. His hand shimmers with divine light (Lay on Hands) 4. "My thanks".
He then walks to Butts unconcious body. Tearing a strip off Butts' shirt he attempts to staunch the bleeding. Wis (medicine) 9
Butts' bleeding isn't serious, just a messy cut on his scalp. He's growing a massive black eye, too, together with a pair of angry red eggs on his head. He looks awful, but he'll recover in a couple of days.
Omen
"Thanks you Qivy." Omen says as he is healed. "It is much appreciated."
Omen will scan the bar a moment, noting Red's exchange with the keeper just for a moment then he will follow Kas out, leaving the bar behind.
"St. ****hbert forgive me but I do still enjoy a good bar fight." Omen states as he leaves.
"Though the dagger attack was not needed." Omen says looking at the new slash to his tattered uniform. "not unexpected though" he adds.
On our way back to the Mariners Guildhall Omen will look around and take in the evening sites. He will look for a store of some type that may have clothing.
"This old uniform has seen its last days and isn't needed anymore." he thinks to himself.
"I wonder how long I have been away from the Free City of Greyhawk and if i am considered a lost cause to search for."
Once making it back to the hall Omen will pay for a night and bowl of stew and after eating, meditate then sleep.
(Any other business before everyone exits the Empty Net?)
Qivys
Qiv follows his companions out of the bar. "Shall we turn in for the night, or do you have more exciting plans for us Kas?" He says with sarcasm and a smile.