A short female figure with long black and grey hair that is shaved on one side walks into the tavern wearing brightly polished scale mail under a somewhat loose fitted white robe with short sleves. A golden sun with rays of light shining down onto a mountain peak is emblazoned on the back. A quick glance reveals that the front of her shield mirrors the image on the back of her robe. All of her equipment is shining and spotless, not a dent or scratch to be seen. Clearly overwhelmed by the magnitude of the city and the tavern, she cautiously makes her way about the room in search of an empty seat. As she passes people she sniffs the air around her, wrinkling her large nose on her pointed face at a few unfamiliar scents. After a few moments of gawking at the large well in the middle of the room she finally takes a seat at a table, and asks the barmaid for a bowl of water, and if they know anything about the Xanthar guild.
Stepping through the inn door walks an average height earth genasi. He has dark hair cut so short he looks nearly bald. His rough grey skin has the appearance (and possibly even the texture) of gravel. He has a round shield strapped across his back and a flail tucked securely into his belt. He stops a few feet into the room upon entering and takes a long look around the bar, taking in each face he sees. He casts a disproving eye at the gamblers in the corner before walking towards the bar. He runs his hand across the edge of the stonework surrounding the well in the center of the room as he passes. He orders a pitcher of water from the bar and over pays for the service before asking politely to join a table of strangers. He sips at his drink and makes idle conversation while continuing to scan his eyes about the bar and its patrons.
Ondrea: As you walk through the common room heading for the corner a few of the patrons gawk at the slight illumination of your skin. After some time a rather chipper looking barmaid comes over and brings you a drink. In response to your questioning about the Undermountain, "Aye, down the well is a maze of tunnels, adventures come up with all kinds of stories, I've heard tell of Goblins, Drow, demons, and even weird little walking brains." She seems distracted as she tells you this, keeping an eye on the other tables. She turns and gives you a quick look over. "I recommend you wait till you have a lil more experience under your armour." She starts to move away, and looks back at you, "If you want to know more ask ol Threestrings over there" she gestures over to the bard in the corner, "He loves to tell stories about the glories below." She walks off to refill the drinks of other patrons. As she walks away, a shorter, you think human, woman sits herself down at the end of your table. She is immaculate, with black and grey hair. Shortly after you are joined by a grey skinned short haired man.
Duke: Wandering through the tavern, trying to overhear a few conversations you draw the ire of a couple of groups. 'Shove of nosy!" shouts an angry looking dwarf. "Hey, mind your business friend." Quietly, but menacingly whispers a human with scars covering his face as he and his table mates cluster in a little closer. As you make your way over to the bar, you see a human woman sitting at a table close by, you overheat the conversation she is having with a small group of well armed adventurers. "Thats right," she says to the group, "I pay well for any magical items you may find. The rarer the better! Bring me back anything you find, wands, spell books, trinkets, I will pay top dollar, better than any shop. You have my word." You are pulled out of the conversations as something beside you catches your eye, a man has sat beside you, drink in hand. Your eyes are pulled to a strange silver weapon affixed to his thigh.
Justin: You place yourself at the bar, standing next to you is a bald human with bronze coloured skin, he seems engrossed in a conversation going on at another table. The bartender makes his way over to you. "Whatcha need?" He asks. When he comes back to you with an ale, you ask him about the Cassalanters. "Hmm he ponders, Noble's in the city I think, don't spend much time here..." With that he is pulled away by another customer down the bar.
Aida: You push your way through the crowd in the Yawning Portal gazes from the patrons are a little unsettling. There are a few catcalls. "Come on over ere lass, we can dirty that up for you right proper." gets yelled out from the crowd. Along with a few whistles and admiration from afar. You sit at a relatively empty table that the barmaid has just walked away from. You ask for your water as she walks past. She returns in a few minutes and unceremoniously drops it in front of you. When you ask about the Xanthar guild she has little to offer. "All i know is that they are criminals, and responsible for all the fear in the city. If you need to know more, you might want to talk to Meelon over there," she points towards a human man in half plate armour with a silver battle axe strapped to his back. "He spends most of his time hunting down the scum of this city." With that she walks away. You watch as a man walks toward your table and has a seat.
Crag: Many of the patrons who you make eye contact with return your gaze before going back to their business. One of the gamblers see's your disappointment and chuckles before his toss. A few of the patrons nod at you in recognition. You return their nods, and make your way across the tavern. Durnan, the innkeeper comes over as you approach the bar. "No charge for you here. We appreciate what you do." You spot Meelon Wardragon across the room, a man who does the same work you aspire to do. And as always the axe on his back catches your eye. You make your way into the corner of the tavern, finding a table with two women siting at it. You politely join.
Take this time to interact a little in the tavern!
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
I look at the woman and see the sun crests on her armour. "May the sun bless and protect you, traveller." -waits for a sun blessing-"What brings you here?" I sit and listen to her intently until the grey-skinned man appears and I exclaim "May the sun bless and protect you, traveller"-waits for a sun blessing-
(if conversation runs slow, I will gesture to the bard to come over and ask him about the tunnels below)
I look up from my water and sniff the air towards the glowing lady. A big grin stretches across my face, and you notice that the canine teeth, though small enough to usually remain hidden, are slightly larger than you expected. "Light be with you! But, I mean..." I point to her skin"it looks like it kind of already is. Do you always glow? Are you a Lumen too!? Wait, if I keep studying will I glow!?!? That would be amazing! Oh no I did it again didn't I? I'm sorry, it's just hard to contain my excitement is all. I'm actually on my first mission from the temple! I was sent here to bring light to this city... but it feels a lot darker than I expected. But you seem nice! And you glow! I'm Aida, who are you?"
Just for clarification, Aida is pronounced (eye-duh)
I turn towards the dark haired man seated beside me. As I admire the weapon on his side, "That is quite the weapon you have affixed to your hip there. I would wager that one who carries such unique tool would have a unique story! Pray tell, What brings you to the Yawning Portal? I myself am here looking for anything strange and mysterious; an opportunity to discover something magical and fantastic."
After a few minutes, Crag politely excuses himself from the table and makes his was across the room towards the table where Meelon sits. If the table has an open seat, Crag gestures towards it, but waits for an invitation before seating himself. "Greetings Meelon, pleasure to see you as always."
Crag leans in a bit closer and speaks quietly but firmly. "You and I are both busy men, and there is much good to be done, so I'll cut straight to the point. What can you share with me regarding the guild wars and the recent increase in trouble? The Zhentarim, the Xanathar guild, it's borderline open warfare! I've been cracking heads twice as often of late and while I'm happy to be taking out the trash, the citizens of Waterdeep are the real victims. The streets aren't safe for them right now. How can I help?"
I would like to try to persuade him to share with me something about the conflict he might normally keep away from "unofficial" ears.
"Light be with you! But, I mean..." I point to her skin"it looks like it kind of already is. Do you always glow? Are you a Lumen too!? Wait, if I keep studying will I glow!?!? That would be amazing! Oh no I did it again didn't I? I'm sorry, it's just hard to contain my excitement is all. I'm actually on my first mission from the temple! I was sent here to bring light to this city... but it feels a lot darker than I expected. But you seem nice! And you glow! I'm Aida, who are you?"
"I am Ondrea, and am an Aasimar, descended from the great sun gods of old. You will not glow, but your dedication to the Great Sun God will grant you all things good. I too am here to bring light to this city, and..." - leans in quietly - "the Great Aethon Sol has given me a vision of two terrible creatures casting the shadow over this city. If we find these two, we can bring light to this place" -leans back out- "A toast to the light!"
"Oh, I don't worship the sun god Ondrea, I worship the light. The sun, fire, magic, they can all bring light to the world. They grant the whole world with what it needs! Warmth for all living things, light for plants to grow, rebirth, it's amazing isn't it! But I guess a sun god is still kind of light, right?" -looks down at the table- I can't say I've had any visions yet though..." -looks back up at Ondrea- "But if there's creatures causing the darkness here, we just need to get rid of them right!? A toast to the light!" -Looks around for a barmaid- "Two pieces of toast please!"
Yes, I know I say to the bronze man I found it myself. I move around from table to table asking about the Cassalanters. After asking around I go back to my seat and say "I'm here looking for the Cassalanters, say do you have any information on them. what's your name fellow I'm Fever Justin Fever".
After a few minutes, Crag politely excuses himself from the table and makes his was across the room towards the table where Meelon sits. If the table has an open seat, Crag gestures towards it, but waits for an invitation before seating himself. "Greetings Meelon, pleasure to see you as always."
Crag leans in a bit closer and speaks quietly but firmly. "You and I are both busy men, and there is much good to be done, so I'll cut straight to the point. What can you share with me regarding the guild wars and the recent increase in trouble? The Zhentarim, the Xanathar guild, it's borderline open warfare! I've been cracking heads twice as often of late and while I'm happy to be taking out the trash, the citizens of Waterdeep are the real victims. The streets aren't safe for them right now. How can I help?"
I would like to try to persuade him to share with me something about the conflict he might normally keep away from "unofficial" ears.
Persuasion: 19
Meelon looks at you as you lean in, and it takes a moment for him to show a hint of recognition. He sits back in his chair, "Ahh it's the "Defender of the Docks!" Right, I hear you are trying to keep the streets clean." He leans in a little closer to you, "Listen kid, I'd be careful if I were you. My people in Force Grey say that the Zhentarim stole something from Xanthar, and that's what started all this. I think the key to stopping the war on the streets would be to find out what was stolen, recover it, and return it to Xanthar." He looks slightly surprised at how much information he has shared with you. "It's a tall task, and I'm not saying you should take it on, I just my thoughts."
Before you have a chance to respond, there is a shout from across the well, "Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
What would you all like to do?
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Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
At the sound of a ruckus, Crag will leap to his feet and begin to approach the fray. In an effort to ensure the safety of the peaceful patrons of the bar, Crag calls out to the thugs to draw their attention.
"Now listen here you swine! The fine, hard working citizens of Waterdeep are here to relax and enjoy the company of friends. You wretches are disturbing the peace and it will not be tolerated! Vacate this establishment immediately or face the repercussions."
Crag pulls the flail from his belt and lets the chain and spiked head swing freely to accentuate the point. "You will not be warned a second time...."
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Alec will attempt to squeeze his way through the crowd in order to get a better look as to what is going on and casts Mage Armor as he does so. He keeps his distance but is ready to intervene should he deem necessary.
Alec, you push your way through the crowd, an arduous task as almost everyone else in the tavern is pushing forward towards the combatants. You can hear the ebb and flow of combat as you begin your spell, a rough looking man rushes past you as you finish casting mage armor and gives you a sidelong glance. As you push through the throng and emerge in the front row, gaining a few glares from those you jostle out of the way, you are greeted with the sight of a seven foot tall half-orc woman standing over top of a human man who's bald head is covered in eye shaped tattoo's. The man is attempting to scramble up to his feet, bloody and bruised, and it looks like his four companions are about to join the fray.
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I'll step in beside her in admiration of her sheer physicality. I'll ready the cantrip FROSTBOLT and should the companions attempt to engage, I'll fire the spell at the nearest one.
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The half-orc reaches down and picks the bandit up in a large meaty fist, her other hand draws back and quickly snaps out two quick punches.
Punch: 10 Damage: 3
Punch: 4 Damage: 3
There are two solid smacks and the eyes of the human bandit swell shut as he goes limp in her mighty fist. There is a roar from the crowd, as for the moment, there seems to be a victor.
Aida,
You leap up on to the table to get your head above the gathering crowd. Just as you catch your balance and focus across the floor, you see the half-orc seeming standing victorious over the man that had accused her of killing some of his friends. A guttural roar escapes her throat as she beats her opponent into unconsciousness. She is seemingly unaware of the threat of four more bandits behind her.
A short female figure with long black and grey hair that is shaved on one side walks into the tavern wearing brightly polished scale mail under a somewhat loose fitted white robe with short sleves. A golden sun with rays of light shining down onto a mountain peak is emblazoned on the back. A quick glance reveals that the front of her shield mirrors the image on the back of her robe. All of her equipment is shining and spotless, not a dent or scratch to be seen. Clearly overwhelmed by the magnitude of the city and the tavern, she cautiously makes her way about the room in search of an empty seat. As she passes people she sniffs the air around her, wrinkling her large nose on her pointed face at a few unfamiliar scents. After a few moments of gawking at the large well in the middle of the room she finally takes a seat at a table, and asks the barmaid for a bowl of water, and if they know anything about the Xanthar guild.
sorry guys made a mistake maybe just read it again!?!
Justin Fever | Lvl 1 Human Fighter Gunslinger | Borkdoy's WaterDeep: Dragon Heist
Stepping through the inn door walks an average height earth genasi. He has dark hair cut so short he looks nearly bald. His rough grey skin has the appearance (and possibly even the texture) of gravel. He has a round shield strapped across his back and a flail tucked securely into his belt. He stops a few feet into the room upon entering and takes a long look around the bar, taking in each face he sees. He casts a disproving eye at the gamblers in the corner before walking towards the bar. He runs his hand across the edge of the stonework surrounding the well in the center of the room as he passes. He orders a pitcher of water from the bar and over pays for the service before asking politely to join a table of strangers. He sips at his drink and makes idle conversation while continuing to scan his eyes about the bar and its patrons.
Ondrea: As you walk through the common room heading for the corner a few of the patrons gawk at the slight illumination of your skin. After some time a rather chipper looking barmaid comes over and brings you a drink. In response to your questioning about the Undermountain, "Aye, down the well is a maze of tunnels, adventures come up with all kinds of stories, I've heard tell of Goblins, Drow, demons, and even weird little walking brains." She seems distracted as she tells you this, keeping an eye on the other tables. She turns and gives you a quick look over. "I recommend you wait till you have a lil more experience under your armour." She starts to move away, and looks back at you, "If you want to know more ask ol Threestrings over there" she gestures over to the bard in the corner, "He loves to tell stories about the glories below." She walks off to refill the drinks of other patrons. As she walks away, a shorter, you think human, woman sits herself down at the end of your table. She is immaculate, with black and grey hair. Shortly after you are joined by a grey skinned short haired man.
Duke: Wandering through the tavern, trying to overhear a few conversations you draw the ire of a couple of groups. 'Shove of nosy!" shouts an angry looking dwarf. "Hey, mind your business friend." Quietly, but menacingly whispers a human with scars covering his face as he and his table mates cluster in a little closer. As you make your way over to the bar, you see a human woman sitting at a table close by, you overheat the conversation she is having with a small group of well armed adventurers. "Thats right," she says to the group, "I pay well for any magical items you may find. The rarer the better! Bring me back anything you find, wands, spell books, trinkets, I will pay top dollar, better than any shop. You have my word." You are pulled out of the conversations as something beside you catches your eye, a man has sat beside you, drink in hand. Your eyes are pulled to a strange silver weapon affixed to his thigh.
Justin: You place yourself at the bar, standing next to you is a bald human with bronze coloured skin, he seems engrossed in a conversation going on at another table. The bartender makes his way over to you. "Whatcha need?" He asks. When he comes back to you with an ale, you ask him about the Cassalanters. "Hmm he ponders, Noble's in the city I think, don't spend much time here..." With that he is pulled away by another customer down the bar.
Aida: You push your way through the crowd in the Yawning Portal gazes from the patrons are a little unsettling. There are a few catcalls. "Come on over ere lass, we can dirty that up for you right proper." gets yelled out from the crowd. Along with a few whistles and admiration from afar. You sit at a relatively empty table that the barmaid has just walked away from. You ask for your water as she walks past. She returns in a few minutes and unceremoniously drops it in front of you. When you ask about the Xanthar guild she has little to offer. "All i know is that they are criminals, and responsible for all the fear in the city. If you need to know more, you might want to talk to Meelon over there," she points towards a human man in half plate armour with a silver battle axe strapped to his back. "He spends most of his time hunting down the scum of this city." With that she walks away. You watch as a man walks toward your table and has a seat.
Crag: Many of the patrons who you make eye contact with return your gaze before going back to their business. One of the gamblers see's your disappointment and chuckles before his toss. A few of the patrons nod at you in recognition. You return their nods, and make your way across the tavern. Durnan, the innkeeper comes over as you approach the bar. "No charge for you here. We appreciate what you do." You spot Meelon Wardragon across the room, a man who does the same work you aspire to do. And as always the axe on his back catches your eye. You make your way into the corner of the tavern, finding a table with two women siting at it. You politely join.
Take this time to interact a little in the tavern!
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
I look at the woman and see the sun crests on her armour. "May the sun bless and protect you, traveller." -waits for a sun blessing- "What brings you here?" I sit and listen to her intently until the grey-skinned man appears and I exclaim "May the sun bless and protect you, traveller" -waits for a sun blessing-
(if conversation runs slow, I will gesture to the bard to come over and ask him about the tunnels below)
I look up from my water and sniff the air towards the glowing lady. A big grin stretches across my face, and you notice that the canine teeth, though small enough to usually remain hidden, are slightly larger than you expected. "Light be with you! But, I mean..." I point to her skin "it looks like it kind of already is. Do you always glow? Are you a Lumen too!? Wait, if I keep studying will I glow!?!? That would be amazing! Oh no I did it again didn't I? I'm sorry, it's just hard to contain my excitement is all. I'm actually on my first mission from the temple! I was sent here to bring light to this city... but it feels a lot darker than I expected. But you seem nice! And you glow! I'm Aida, who are you?"
Just for clarification, Aida is pronounced (eye-duh)
I turn towards the dark haired man seated beside me. As I admire the weapon on his side, "That is quite the weapon you have affixed to your hip there. I would wager that one who carries such unique tool would have a unique story! Pray tell, What brings you to the Yawning Portal? I myself am here looking for anything strange and mysterious; an opportunity to discover something magical and fantastic."
Alec Kinglsey | Lvl 1 Human Wizard
After a few minutes, Crag politely excuses himself from the table and makes his was across the room towards the table where Meelon sits. If the table has an open seat, Crag gestures towards it, but waits for an invitation before seating himself. "Greetings Meelon, pleasure to see you as always."
Crag leans in a bit closer and speaks quietly but firmly. "You and I are both busy men, and there is much good to be done, so I'll cut straight to the point. What can you share with me regarding the guild wars and the recent increase in trouble? The Zhentarim, the Xanathar guild, it's borderline open warfare! I've been cracking heads twice as often of late and while I'm happy to be taking out the trash, the citizens of Waterdeep are the real victims. The streets aren't safe for them right now. How can I help?"
I would like to try to persuade him to share with me something about the conflict he might normally keep away from "unofficial" ears.
Persuasion: 19
"I am Ondrea, and am an Aasimar, descended from the great sun gods of old. You will not glow, but your dedication to the Great Sun God will grant you all things good. I too am here to bring light to this city, and..." - leans in quietly - "the Great Aethon Sol has given me a vision of two terrible creatures casting the shadow over this city. If we find these two, we can bring light to this place" -leans back out- "A toast to the light!"
"Oh, I don't worship the sun god Ondrea, I worship the light. The sun, fire, magic, they can all bring light to the world. They grant the whole world with what it needs! Warmth for all living things, light for plants to grow, rebirth, it's amazing isn't it! But I guess a sun god is still kind of light, right?" -looks down at the table- I can't say I've had any visions yet though..." -looks back up at Ondrea- "But if there's creatures causing the darkness here, we just need to get rid of them right!? A toast to the light!" -Looks around for a barmaid- "Two pieces of toast please!"
Yes, I know I say to the bronze man I found it myself. I move around from table to table asking about the Cassalanters. After asking around I go back to my seat and say "I'm here looking for the Cassalanters, say do you have any information on them. what's your name fellow I'm Fever Justin Fever".
Justin Fever | Lvl 1 Human Fighter Gunslinger | Borkdoy's WaterDeep: Dragon Heist
Meelon looks at you as you lean in, and it takes a moment for him to show a hint of recognition. He sits back in his chair, "Ahh it's the "Defender of the Docks!" Right, I hear you are trying to keep the streets clean." He leans in a little closer to you, "Listen kid, I'd be careful if I were you. My people in Force Grey say that the Zhentarim stole something from Xanthar, and that's what started all this. I think the key to stopping the war on the streets would be to find out what was stolen, recover it, and return it to Xanthar." He looks slightly surprised at how much information he has shared with you. "It's a tall task, and I'm not saying you should take it on, I just my thoughts."
Before you have a chance to respond, there is a shout from across the well, "Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
What would you all like to do?
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
At the sound of a ruckus, Crag will leap to his feet and begin to approach the fray. In an effort to ensure the safety of the peaceful patrons of the bar, Crag calls out to the thugs to draw their attention.
"Now listen here you swine! The fine, hard working citizens of Waterdeep are here to relax and enjoy the company of friends. You wretches are disturbing the peace and it will not be tolerated! Vacate this establishment immediately or face the repercussions."
Crag pulls the flail from his belt and lets the chain and spiked head swing freely to accentuate the point. "You will not be warned a second time...."
Initiative roll if needed
2 <---- hahahaha
I will slowly start to draw my gun
10 initiavie if needed
Justin Fever | Lvl 1 Human Fighter Gunslinger | Borkdoy's WaterDeep: Dragon Heist
Alec will attempt to squeeze his way through the crowd in order to get a better look as to what is going on and casts Mage Armor as he does so. He keeps his distance but is ready to intervene should he deem necessary.
15 for initiative
Alec Kinglsey | Lvl 1 Human Wizard
Aida jumps on top of a table to try and get a better view of what's going on within the cluster of people.
8 for initiative if needed, but just trying to see what's going on for now
Ondrea also jumps up, grabs the Halberd from her back holster, eyes starting to glow a brighter red
9 for initiative
Initiative Order
Alec 18 Half-orc 15 Aida 13 Justin 10 Ondrea 9 Crag 2 Bandits 1
Alec, you push your way through the crowd, an arduous task as almost everyone else in the tavern is pushing forward towards the combatants. You can hear the ebb and flow of combat as you begin your spell, a rough looking man rushes past you as you finish casting mage armor and gives you a sidelong glance. As you push through the throng and emerge in the front row, gaining a few glares from those you jostle out of the way, you are greeted with the sight of a seven foot tall half-orc woman standing over top of a human man who's bald head is covered in eye shaped tattoo's. The man is attempting to scramble up to his feet, bloody and bruised, and it looks like his four companions are about to join the fray.
What do you do?
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment
I'll step in beside her in admiration of her sheer physicality. I'll ready the cantrip FROSTBOLT and should the companions attempt to engage, I'll fire the spell at the nearest one.
Attack: 8 Damage: 3 <--- If necessary for attack!
Alec Kinglsey | Lvl 1 Human Wizard
The half-orc reaches down and picks the bandit up in a large meaty fist, her other hand draws back and quickly snaps out two quick punches.
Punch: 10 Damage: 3
Punch: 4 Damage: 3
There are two solid smacks and the eyes of the human bandit swell shut as he goes limp in her mighty fist. There is a roar from the crowd, as for the moment, there seems to be a victor.
Aida,
You leap up on to the table to get your head above the gathering crowd. Just as you catch your balance and focus across the floor, you see the half-orc seeming standing victorious over the man that had accused her of killing some of his friends. A guttural roar escapes her throat as she beats her opponent into unconsciousness. She is seemingly unaware of the threat of four more bandits behind her.
your turn!
Trumann Bloth | Loxodon Grave Cleric | War of the Green
Prosinet Fizzlepurtet | Gnome Wizard | The Wilcox Experiment