You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over. Though tieflings are uncommon, and are taken in looks, around this area and especially in the Yawning Portal, Ranafien hasn't been getting attention. However for Maze, drows have been seen as evil, dangerous, and unwanted in the city, so other than his brother, the cloak has been Maze's best friend.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “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 do you do?
Knowledge. Too many men fail to appreciate it's value or recognize it's many forms. Take for example the papers in the tiefling's hands held in the light so his golden eyes were strain little while reading. They are filled with articles about the politics, and all sorts of events within the city walls. Ranafien found reading the local newspaper a pleasant necessity. Often he would find odd jobs and auspicious opportunities that benefited him and his brother. However, he was finding it exceedingly difficult to concentrate in the midst of the commotions within the tavern, he pondered whether he should save it for later.
His thoughts interrupted by the abrupt sounds of fighting. He slowly lift his eyes from his paper and looks towards the commotion with the least amount of movement of his head. He digs his nails into his black beard and begins to slowly scratch the dark royal blue skin looking rather entertained before slowly turning back to his paper. His body language radiate information, knowledge, to his brother 'Best not to get involved...for now'.
The sound of fighter begins to drown from the overwhelming uproar of cheers & laughter. The scent of "Blue Dreams" the snowflake like powder shimmer through the crowd. Exciting most, the rest were aroused. Leaping onto the counter, commanding attention. "I have 200 gold on the green she-hulk! 300g on the humans. Oh, another 350g for the she-hulk. Come on" snatching bets & claims. Usually a drow is frowned upon but not in this particular establishment. His dark skin & sterling silver hair didn't mean squat to most of the gutter trash around here. The only thing that matters; rep.
It's been over 150 years since Maze & his little brother escaped from King's. Leaving the only reason they left to begin with behind. He know his younger brother heartaches for his kin. For that, Maze would even stoop to gambling to make money. A sincere laughs escapes him as he continues his charade with the crowd. Always moving, marking, and miss directing. But who could avoid his enchanting, illuminating green eyes. That devilishly compliment his ruggetly handsome face. Despite, the noticeable scars across his face. Returning to his place near at the head of the ruckus.
Maze, standing upon the counter, attempted to get the crowd going but it wasn't needed, the crowd surrounded the five men and the half-orc, egging the fight on.
"Oi, get off my counter, ef!" Durnan the barkeep yelled. After Maze jumped off and began pickpocketing distracted patrons, no one noticing him, ending up with 10 gold to pocket.
As for Ranafien, his attention was more on the tattoo on the loudmouth's head. He had remembered encountering a thug long ago with a similar tattoo, apparently it is the mark of the Xanathar's guild, a gang who is mainly a mystery and works in the shadows.
The half-orc ended up knocking out the tattooed man, but the other four turned the tables and jumped her, leaving her bruised and unconscious.
"Enough!" Durnan's voice rang out, silencing everyone's shouts and getting their attention, but Maze was already done with his pocketing, "Out! Now!" he shouts as he points to the door. The four men picked up their tattooed man and heads out the door.
The patrons return to their drinks and their business.
Ranafien scrunched his lips to the side looking very displease with his brother antics while hiding his amusement of the spectacle as a whole. As Durnan's voice rang, the tiefling unfolded his legs and placed his midnight leather boots on the ground while folding the waterdeep wazoo once and then twice with nimble fingers into a rectangle. He tucked the newspaper under his pits before he began to brush crumbs off his leather vest and stood up. He grabbed unused napkin from the table but not before taking a sip from his mug. Ranafien waltz by his brother and the patrons to the half-orc leaving his coat at table. "Think you bitten more then you could chew, mam," said the haughty tiefling in jest as he offers the napkin.
"Why go pick a fight with Xanathar goonies?" His sudden interest contrasting his initial response to the commotion. However, the smoke has cleared, and the fire was put out. There was knowledge to be gather without getting burned and he aimed to collect. It's what he did best.
"Well I wouldn't call it much of a fight. If this was real combat. She would have ended them ages ago. " Maze, smirks at the she-hulk. Taking his role beside her beer ended out in good jeez. "Besides you helped me out tonight. The drink is the least I can do." Taking a nearby seat, as he washes down the poor wages he scored tonight. Thinking he maybe getting rusty with his old age Placing his mug down he ask the she-hulk. "What brings you hear to these slums?" gazing from below his hood. Shadows mask most of his features but not the outlining of his scars.
The barmaid had rushed over to offer the waking half-orc a mug of water to which she took and drank in a single swig. She got to her feet and thanked the barmaid before turning to the tiefling, taking the napkin and blowing her nose with it, "If someone decides to start a fight with me, I intend on finishing it" She simply said. Just when she was about to leave to the other side of the tavern, the cloaked MaZe offered her a drink to which she couldn't pass up, "Very kind of ya" she said as she decided to sit down between Ranafiena and MaZe. "What brings me to Yawning Portal?" She chuckles after taking a swig from the ale, "It is the most popular tavern in Waterdeep, the only people who don't come are those who dislike the diversity and those who are six feet under" her mood was lifted.
Suddenly
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!”
The Troll (standing 9 ft tall) is in front of the shaft, it stands 20 ft away from your table.
Three of the bat-like creatures (tiny) fly above the troll's head.
The tiefling had chills dancing up his spine as he heard Durnan yell. He looked to his brother for a second while waving his hand vigrously to the door. "I don't expect to die today by troll's hands, best get out of here." Ranafien grabbed the collar of his coat while dropping the newspaper on the floor.
Unlike the rest of his fellow, patrons of the tavern. The appearance of a troll didn't seem to bother Maze the least bit. Life in the under belly kinda does that to you. If it ain't that, my profession? now that's another story. Maze's instinctively begins to blend the surroundings. Preparing his blades just in case. Daggers hidden away beneath his clothing, trade habits a course.
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Initiative
Troll: 5
Stirge 1: 12
Stirge 2: 17
Stirge 3: 14
Durnan: 11
Yagra: 6
The troll stinks of foulness, it's eyes darting back and forth. People scream and cower and as some hide behind tables, frozen in fear, some try to make a break for the tavern (Running towards the front door impedes movement due to many people cluttering, treating is difficult terrain). The stirges fly about. Durnan looks as if he's about to move into action and so is the half-orc though she seems too battered and wounded, but MaZe is the fastest to act.
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Fien, let's head upwards. We could try breaking out through the roof, or by one of the windows. Just avoid everything and anything. Remeber what we have to do. Mazes decides to head towards the top floor by the fatest way, parkour.
MaZe scales the railing of nearby staircase, then moved towards the window of the second floor, within a moment, he'll be able to jump out of it and escape the Tavern.
One of the stirges swoops down and attacks a patron, it's needle-like nose digs in and latches onto the chest of the man, blood draining from his face.
The troll then moves forward and attacks a young woman. It's arm swings and it's claws slashes the woman, throwing her against a table, never to move again. The troll's other arm loops and breaks a table before it moves to attack the crowd cluttering by the door. When it passes the half-orc, it was attacked by a a mace, but it didn't slow the foul-smelling creature, it's focus was on the cluster of patrons and soon it will close the gap.
"Bloody good idea, brother," said Ranafien as he races away from the door to the staircase at full speed. He unhooks his shield from his back and dons it as he tries to avoid the troll and stirges.
As Ranafien runs pass the Troll, the large green beast lurched down to take a quick bite of the dashing tiefling as a quick snack (Attack: 13 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.). Ranafien would make it up the stairs and to the second floor just a few steps from the window and right behind his brother.
A second stirge flies down and attacks a woman, but fortunately for her, the bat-like creature moved too slow for her and she managed to get out of the way in time. The half-orc then stepped into the wake of the stirge and swung her mace, slamming it into the ground, then flattening it, blood pouring out of the dead creature, "Run!" she told the human woman who then got back to her feet and ran to the back of the tavern.
Durnan then leaped over the counter with a large sword in hand, ran up to the troll and yelled in a heroic voice while swinging his blade several times. The troll's left arm was sliced off, and it's back marked with deep wounds, blood pouring down, but the giant still stood, now took notice the bearded barkeep.
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Maze stops just a few inches before the window. allowing his brother to make be first. Old habits die hard "After you brother. Don't forget to roll" He smirks as he reaches for an empty glass jug. Hailing it at the troll so they could get better get aquainted. (Lowest dmg dice i coud use)
The stirge who had latched himself upon the human male continued it's drinking until the man passes out, shriveled like a prune. The Troll decided to retaliate and swings upon Durnan, slashing him but not downing the man, it then swings at the half-orc, who because was already injured, falls with those who lay cold. The mug MaZe tosses misses the troll completely to the point the large creature didn't even notice him.
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Ranafien turns to his brother sees the bar owner cut the troll's arm off. The tiefling smiled and tap his brother on the back, "I think Durnan has this under control brother." He walks away from the window and gathers sparks of neon in his hands before thrusting his arm forward toward the troll from the balcony. "Won't hurt to help abit."
"Yeah, only if for appearances anyways." He whispered last his brother as he climbed out into the open world. Landing on the street side as he waited for his brother. Avoiding any of the commotion the Ruckus may have caused. "Anyday now" he partition.
The blast of eldritch energy flew from Ranafien's hand and it too missed the creature, however instead of ignoring him, the troll did indeed take notice, but Durnan kept the beast from moving forward. The scars on the troll's back began quickly healing up and it's stump where it's arm use to be began to slowly grow a new arm and even more so, the severed arm on the floor began to move and start to grow a new shoulder, if this situation wasn't handled well, then there would be two trolls running a muck. Durnan took a moment to chop the remaining two stirges that tried to fly pass him and attack the bystanders, he growled in annoyance "No troll is getting out of here alive!" he yelled.
MaZe landed upon the snow out into the night of the southern castle ward. Just south of him is an alleyway that'll lead him to the Dock Ward where barely any lights were left unbroken.
‘No venture is completely useless’ thought the Tiefling as he watched his magic fizz out of existence without dealing any damage to the Troll. He turns to the window and carefully slips one foot out while sitting on the window sil. He slips the other foot and pushes himself out the window in one go. Ranafien lands by his brother crouching on the.
“Let’s get the city guard, before Durnan’s troll food.” He shouts as he walks to the main street.
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You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over. Though tieflings are uncommon, and are taken in looks, around this area and especially in the Yawning Portal, Ranafien hasn't been getting attention. However for Maze, drows have been seen as evil, dangerous, and unwanted in the city, so other than his brother, the cloak has been Maze's best friend.
Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: “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 do you do?
Knowledge. Too many men fail to appreciate it's value or recognize it's many forms. Take for example the papers in the tiefling's hands held in the light so his golden eyes were strain little while reading. They are filled with articles about the politics, and all sorts of events within the city walls. Ranafien found reading the local newspaper a pleasant necessity. Often he would find odd jobs and auspicious opportunities that benefited him and his brother. However, he was finding it exceedingly difficult to concentrate in the midst of the commotions within the tavern, he pondered whether he should save it for later.
His thoughts interrupted by the abrupt sounds of fighting. He slowly lift his eyes from his paper and looks towards the commotion with the least amount of movement of his head. He digs his nails into his black beard and begins to slowly scratch the dark royal blue skin looking rather entertained before slowly turning back to his paper. His body language radiate information, knowledge, to his brother 'Best not to get involved...for now'.
Investigation Check on Eye tattoo 21
The sound of fighter begins to drown from the overwhelming uproar of cheers & laughter. The scent of "Blue Dreams" the snowflake like powder shimmer through the crowd. Exciting most, the rest were aroused. Leaping onto the counter, commanding attention. "I have 200 gold on the green she-hulk! 300g on the humans. Oh, another 350g for the she-hulk. Come on" snatching bets & claims. Usually a drow is frowned upon but not in this particular establishment. His dark skin & sterling silver hair didn't mean squat to most of the gutter trash around here. The only thing that matters; rep.
It's been over 150 years since Maze & his little brother escaped from King's. Leaving the only reason they left to begin with behind. He know his younger brother heartaches for his kin. For that, Maze would even stoop to gambling to make money. A sincere laughs escapes him as he continues his charade with the crowd. Always moving, marking, and miss directing. But who could avoid his enchanting, illuminating green eyes. That devilishly compliment his ruggetly handsome face. Despite, the noticeable scars across his face. Returning to his place near at the head of the ruckus.
Performance1 +2
Slight of hand14 +5
Slight of hand18 +5
Slight of hand8 +5
Slight of hand13 +5
Slight of hand11+5
Maze, standing upon the counter, attempted to get the crowd going but it wasn't needed, the crowd surrounded the five men and the half-orc, egging the fight on.
"Oi, get off my counter, ef!" Durnan the barkeep yelled. After Maze jumped off and began pickpocketing distracted patrons, no one noticing him, ending up with 10 gold to pocket.
As for Ranafien, his attention was more on the tattoo on the loudmouth's head. He had remembered encountering a thug long ago with a similar tattoo, apparently it is the mark of the Xanathar's guild, a gang who is mainly a mystery and works in the shadows.
The half-orc ended up knocking out the tattooed man, but the other four turned the tables and jumped her, leaving her bruised and unconscious.
"Enough!" Durnan's voice rang out, silencing everyone's shouts and getting their attention, but Maze was already done with his pocketing, "Out! Now!" he shouts as he points to the door. The four men picked up their tattooed man and heads out the door.
The patrons return to their drinks and their business.
Ranafien scrunched his lips to the side looking very displease with his brother antics while hiding his amusement of the spectacle as a whole. As Durnan's voice rang, the tiefling unfolded his legs and placed his midnight leather boots on the ground while folding the waterdeep wazoo once and then twice with nimble fingers into a rectangle. He tucked the newspaper under his pits before he began to brush crumbs off his leather vest and stood up. He grabbed unused napkin from the table but not before taking a sip from his mug. Ranafien waltz by his brother and the patrons to the half-orc leaving his coat at table. "Think you bitten more then you could chew, mam," said the haughty tiefling in jest as he offers the napkin.
"Why go pick a fight with Xanathar goonies?" His sudden interest contrasting his initial response to the commotion. However, the smoke has cleared, and the fire was put out. There was knowledge to be gather without getting burned and he aimed to collect. It's what he did best.
"Well I wouldn't call it much of a fight. If this was real combat. She would have ended them ages ago. " Maze, smirks at the she-hulk. Taking his role beside her beer ended out in good jeez. "Besides you helped me out tonight. The drink is the least I can do." Taking a nearby seat, as he washes down the poor wages he scored tonight. Thinking he maybe getting rusty with his old age Placing his mug down he ask the she-hulk. "What brings you hear to these slums?" gazing from below his hood. Shadows mask most of his features but not the outlining of his scars.
The barmaid had rushed over to offer the waking half-orc a mug of water to which she took and drank in a single swig. She got to her feet and thanked the barmaid before turning to the tiefling, taking the napkin and blowing her nose with it, "If someone decides to start a fight with me, I intend on finishing it" She simply said. Just when she was about to leave to the other side of the tavern, the cloaked MaZe offered her a drink to which she couldn't pass up, "Very kind of ya" she said as she decided to sit down between Ranafiena and MaZe. "What brings me to Yawning Portal?" She chuckles after taking a swig from the ale, "It is the most popular tavern in Waterdeep, the only people who don't come are those who dislike the diversity and those who are six feet under" her mood was lifted.
Suddenly
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!”
The tiefling had chills dancing up his spine as he heard Durnan yell. He looked to his brother for a second while waving his hand vigrously to the door. "I don't expect to die today by troll's hands, best get out of here." Ranafien grabbed the collar of his coat while dropping the newspaper on the floor.
Initiative 10
Unlike the rest of his fellow, patrons of the tavern. The appearance of a troll didn't seem to bother Maze the least bit. Life in the under belly kinda does that to you. If it ain't that, my profession? now that's another story. Maze's instinctively begins to blend the surroundings. Preparing his blades just in case. Daggers hidden away beneath his clothing, trade habits a course.
Initiative 16
Initiative
Troll: 5
Stirge 1: 12
Stirge 2: 17
Stirge 3: 14
Durnan: 11
Yagra: 6
The troll stinks of foulness, it's eyes darting back and forth. People scream and cower and as some hide behind tables, frozen in fear, some try to make a break for the tavern (Running towards the front door impedes movement due to many people cluttering, treating is difficult terrain). The stirges fly about. Durnan looks as if he's about to move into action and so is the half-orc though she seems too battered and wounded, but MaZe is the fastest to act.
Fien, let's head upwards. We could try breaking out through the roof, or by one of the windows. Just avoid everything and anything. Remeber what we have to do. Mazes decides to head towards the top floor by the fatest way, parkour.
acrobatics23
MaZe scales the railing of nearby staircase, then moved towards the window of the second floor, within a moment, he'll be able to jump out of it and escape the Tavern.
One of the stirges swoops down and attacks a patron, it's needle-like nose digs in and latches onto the chest of the man, blood draining from his face.
The troll then moves forward and attacks a young woman. It's arm swings and it's claws slashes the woman, throwing her against a table, never to move again. The troll's other arm loops and breaks a table before it moves to attack the crowd cluttering by the door. When it passes the half-orc, it was attacked by a a mace, but it didn't slow the foul-smelling creature, it's focus was on the cluster of patrons and soon it will close the gap.
"Bloody good idea, brother," said Ranafien as he races away from the door to the staircase at full speed. He unhooks his shield from his back and dons it as he tries to avoid the troll and stirges.
As Ranafien runs pass the Troll, the large green beast lurched down to take a quick bite of the dashing tiefling as a quick snack (Attack: 13 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.). Ranafien would make it up the stairs and to the second floor just a few steps from the window and right behind his brother.
A second stirge flies down and attacks a woman, but fortunately for her, the bat-like creature moved too slow for her and she managed to get out of the way in time. The half-orc then stepped into the wake of the stirge and swung her mace, slamming it into the ground, then flattening it, blood pouring out of the dead creature, "Run!" she told the human woman who then got back to her feet and ran to the back of the tavern.
Durnan then leaped over the counter with a large sword in hand, ran up to the troll and yelled in a heroic voice while swinging his blade several times. The troll's left arm was sliced off, and it's back marked with deep wounds, blood pouring down, but the giant still stood, now took notice the bearded barkeep.
Maze stops just a few inches before the window. allowing his brother to make be first. Old habits die hard "After you brother. Don't forget to roll" He smirks as he reaches for an empty glass jug. Hailing it at the troll so they could get better get aquainted. (Lowest dmg dice i coud use)
Attack22 Advantage
Dmg7
The stirge who had latched himself upon the human male continued it's drinking until the man passes out, shriveled like a prune. The Troll decided to retaliate and swings upon Durnan, slashing him but not downing the man, it then swings at the half-orc, who because was already injured, falls with those who lay cold. The mug MaZe tosses misses the troll completely to the point the large creature didn't even notice him.
Ranafien turns to his brother sees the bar owner cut the troll's arm off. The tiefling smiled and tap his brother on the back, "I think Durnan has this under control brother." He walks away from the window and gathers sparks of neon in his hands before thrusting his arm forward toward the troll from the balcony. "Won't hurt to help abit."
Eldritch Blast: 18 Damage: 1
"Yeah, only if for appearances anyways." He whispered last his brother as he climbed out into the open world. Landing on the street side as he waited for his brother. Avoiding any of the commotion the Ruckus may have caused. "Anyday now" he partition.
The blast of eldritch energy flew from Ranafien's hand and it too missed the creature, however instead of ignoring him, the troll did indeed take notice, but Durnan kept the beast from moving forward. The scars on the troll's back began quickly healing up and it's stump where it's arm use to be began to slowly grow a new arm and even more so, the severed arm on the floor began to move and start to grow a new shoulder, if this situation wasn't handled well, then there would be two trolls running a muck. Durnan took a moment to chop the remaining two stirges that tried to fly pass him and attack the bystanders, he growled in annoyance "No troll is getting out of here alive!" he yelled.
MaZe landed upon the snow out into the night of the southern castle ward. Just south of him is an alleyway that'll lead him to the Dock Ward where barely any lights were left unbroken.
‘No venture is completely useless’ thought the Tiefling as he watched his magic fizz out of existence without dealing any damage to the Troll. He turns to the window and carefully slips one foot out while sitting on the window sil. He slips the other foot and pushes himself out the window in one go. Ranafien lands by his brother crouching on the.
“Let’s get the city guard, before Durnan’s troll food.” He shouts as he walks to the main street.