Ok thanks for that. As for the controlled chaos, I'll just let you slug it out amongst yourselves (don't kill anyone though because the adventure is almost ready to start!)

(Awesome, can’t wait. Let me know when to roll for initiative, so I know where I’ll be placing in terms of my turn)

OOC: I just challenged Salvador because I thought he was the one who suggested a duel. Brienne, I think you could just challenge someone else. Then roll Initiative and Attack, but it gets resolved when the other person does the same? I don't really know. Like I said, I don't have much experience with PbP, so I'm just making things up, lol.

((It’s okay Kar, I’m not challenging anyone. I’m waiting for a meat delivery and for my performers to come to the tavern and get ready to play and entertain the guests and I haven’t rolled either))

Salvador: "Ah a challanger! M'lady I hope the wine does make you miss me, cause I still need this pretty face of mine!"

Initiative:18

Salvador dodges with a roll the the side the mace strike!

He then strikes with his Rapier and his trusted dagger!

Action:Rapier:Attack: 16 Damage: 9

Bonus action: Dagger:Attack: 11 Damage: 2

OOC: Hahaha I suggested dueling performances, by which I meant Salvador and Panvalor trading Lute riffs, but just straight dueling is kinda better. I can have Willow (And Venbella? Has their player posted anything yet?) show up after the duel

(No, but Leomyar is waiting for you and Venbella to arrive with the meat, hopefully it’s a sirloin steak :p )

Marva takes the two strikes and falls to the ground unconscious. Her last thought before fading is, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I wonder if anyone can heal the cleric." Her heavy form slams onto the floor.

OCC( you only take 9 points of dmg, leaving you at 1, dagger strike fails :P )

Salvador: "Oh dear! Maybe I stroke too hard, I only wanted do draw some blood, not a bloody wound! Any healer in the house for this dear lady?"

Ready to start? Here we go. But first a little backstory.

Adventure Background:

Cryovain IV was driven from the north by stronger dragons. He settles in the Sword Mountains. Cruel and dimwitted, he patrols his domain and increases its area. Attacked and ate the orc war chief in Icespire Hold, Old Mean Carl, and took over the hold, driving out the surviving orcs into the lowlands and foothills. Angry at this, they splinter into factions; some of them call on some old friends, evil half-orc shape-changing spellcasters who work for Talos, and sometimes summon Gorthok the Thunder Boar (who somehow survived being almost killed by a lone, dangerous war cleric of Jehovah named Dunkan Guerra. Gorthok and Talos both delight in chaos and pandemonium. Of course, the orcs weren’t the only ones thrown in upheaval; a manticore, among others, have been seen terrorizing the people of Phandalin.

Phandalin:

Built on the ruins of previous villages. People from Neverwinter, Waterdeep, Triboar, and others have built up this town from previous sacks and raids made on this shanty town. Many prospectors live here, seeking gold and platinum. Cryovain (the 4) would destroy all their previous work and future dreams.

Welcome to Phandalin:

Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which now consists of around 60 or 70 simple log houses. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how much larger this village must have been in times long past. The residents are quiet, hard-working folk who live came from distant cities to wring out a living out from the foothills of the mountains, with simple needs and wants; mainly farmers, masons, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, children, and the occasional thief seeking to soil his/her hands by digging no deeper than their neighbors’ coin pouches. The town itself has no protective wall or garrison, but everyone who can wield a weapon keeps a weapon of some sort within arm’s reach…just in case. These are dangerous times, after all. Visitors are welcome here, especially if they have coin to spend or tales to tell. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. Three doors down is the townmaster’s hall, with a job board hanging prominently out front. The general store, Barthen’s Provisions is 2 doors north of the inn, supplying everything one could need or want (within 25 gp anyway). The Lionshield Coster is across the town square from the inn. The Phandalin Miner’s Exchange is 2 doors southwest of the Lionshield Coster. The Shrine of Luck is outside the front door of the inn, but it’s run down. The Triboar Trail goes through town, running northeast to southwest thought the town square.

[The only place to get potions of healing is at Adabra’s windmill home on Umbrage Hill.]

OOC: Typical when I fall asleep all the exciting things happen :(

Panvalor walks into the tavern at the tail end of the "brawl" and looks around at the startled faces. "well seems I missed the party," looking down at the injured cleric he tilts his head and mumbles "I thought you worked at a library before this" sighing lightly with an echoing tone Panvalor points at marvas bleeding form.

Action spell Healing Word 5

Leomyar gets up to stroll over to Salvador and is glad that Marva is getting some help as he was secretly worried. “Well it’s amazing what mead does to people.” He says somberly at the pair, I roll for perception to glance around the bar and see what I can see if any of patrons my are okay, knowing that the vibe in here can change in a dime and the trolls and ogres might take this as encouragement to start a brawl “Anyway, Salvador I think it’s time for your performance, so get yourself cleaned up and let’s calm this crowd.” 

i roll a 9 for perception

Marva gets up carefully, her silver cheeks showing a bit pink. She addresses Panvalor: "Thank you, kind sir. I feel quite foolish. I suppose I was trying to figure out what it means to not be a librarian and I got carried away." She finds a seat in the corner to recover her composure. She also looks around the room to see who witnessed her foolishness.

Perception: 14

(OOC: I forgot to even look at the attack rolls, focusing on the damage!)

Nodding at marva and deciding to let her pull herself back together after her misadventure Panvalor walked to the bar and sat down to order a drink and take in the atmosphere.

Perception: 9

Leomyar walked back to the bar and went behind the counter for Tiran, rolling his muscular shoulders he stifled a sigh “What’s your poison?” He asked Panvalor as he took a glass from behind him and put down it in front of the other, Panvalor was set to play second after Salvador as that what was on the performance schedule. 

Turning from the patrons Panvalor looked at the empty glass in fron of him before shrugging his shoulders and with a slight laugh asked "Whatevers best I suppose."

As Salvador and Panvalor are both performers at his tavern, he decides its best to pour you a tanker of Longbeard Lambic which is an ancient recipe and has the properties to pull a drinker out of fear and fatigue, perfect for those who are setting to entertain a crowd of criminals who thirst for entertainment as much as they do ale. “5 bronze, you get a discount since you preform here often.”

At this point, an elf with auburn hair and a purple birthmark across one side of her face walks in, towing a small cart loaded with meat behind her. She pulls it behind the counter to Leomyar. "Got you a pretty good one today!" 
She nods to Panvalor, "Are you performing tonight?"

Salvador: "Lady and Gents, let me get ready for the night's performance, my audiance needs me! If for some reason they boo me off stage, offer me some mead to drown my sorrows..."

Performance:18

Leomyar gratefully takes the cart load of meat and wheels it back into the kitchen for the cook to use, before coming back out and inquiring whilst he makes a mental note about what Salvador asked of him “How many coins do you want for the load?” Once everyone is settled, he intends to let Marva take the reigns as he goes for a walk for his break.