All of you sit at your own tables in The Yawning Portal, a large bar in Waterdeep. The sounds of people talking is suddenly stopped by a shout. "Ya pig! Like killing 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 by eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaped at the tattooed figure, but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
Gale, being Gale, notices the brawl start and will start making his way through the crowd with his short swords at the ready, he will try to get as close to the tattooed figures as he can.
Flynt had sat at the bar, sipping his beer. The silver Dragonborn watched the patrons as they enjoyed a nice evening. He overhears the crowd and watches the tattooed man and the half-orc fight. He will try to move through the crowd. "Come on people, there's nothing to see here, just a bar brawl," he says in his deep voice. "Go back to your seats." He tries to move between the half-orc and tattooed man.
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New in town bobin gets attracted by the fuss. Now being small offers him some advantage and he pushes through the forest of legs with relative ease. After a while reaching the center of the group where one half orc is starting a fight with a group of humans. The odds look against the half orc. Having a weak spot for underdogs bobin secretly points his finger at the half orc and sends her a message only she can hear; “if you want more even odds just yell ‘ Shazam’ and see what happens. Free of charge and no strings attached.”
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Torvin is sitting at the bar trying to enjoy his ale when he hears the ruckus start. He slowly turns around to see whats going on. seeing the Half -Orc woman getting the best of the tattooed man he chuckles to himself.....then he sees the other men behind ol tattoo about to jump in. He downs his remaining ale, shakes his head, and starts to make his way to the brawlers.
"Everybody out!" The barkeep, Durnan shouts, and all the men leave. "And you, let him go." He points towards Gale, and then sits down, staring at the floor, tired.
" can I have a pint of your best beer kind sir" bobin says just reaching over the side of the bar. "What happened there" nodding at the spot where the brawl was?"
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Durnan shrugs, "Just another bar fight. They have been happening more frequently after the Zhents and the Xnatathar Guild began the gang war." He pours out the beer for you.
Bobin sips his beer gently. "Thank you kind sir" as he tosses some coin on the bar. "More often you say. Must not be good for business I reckon. What's this guild you talk of. What do they have to do with it all. "Can you also put one in for this tired looking pale fellow. He looks as if he could use a drink and drinking alone is a waste." As bobin nods to the air genasi.
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All of you sit at your own tables in The Yawning Portal, a large bar in Waterdeep. The sounds of people talking is suddenly stopped by a shout. "Ya pig! Like killing 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 by eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaped at the tattooed figure, but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
Gale, being Gale, notices the brawl start and will start making his way through the crowd with his short swords at the ready, he will try to get as close to the tattooed figures as he can.
Flynt had sat at the bar, sipping his beer. The silver Dragonborn watched the patrons as they enjoyed a nice evening. He overhears the crowd and watches the tattooed man and the half-orc fight. He will try to move through the crowd. "Come on people, there's nothing to see here, just a bar brawl," he says in his deep voice. "Go back to your seats." He tries to move between the half-orc and tattooed man.
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
New in town bobin gets attracted by the fuss. Now being small offers him some advantage and he pushes through the forest of legs with relative ease. After a while reaching the center of the group where one half orc is starting a fight with a group of humans. The odds look against the half orc. Having a weak spot for underdogs bobin secretly points his finger at the half orc and sends her a message only she can hear; “if you want more even odds just yell ‘ Shazam’ and see what happens. Free of charge and no strings attached.”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to
By the time you push through the crowd, the half orc has the man pinned down, while his allies are ready to attack her.
Al_The_Bard, to get between the half orc and the man, you'll have to pull the half orc off.
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Flynt will approach both members. "This looks like a misunderstanding. Let's go outside and talk about this."
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Torvin is sitting at the bar trying to enjoy his ale when he hears the ruckus start. He slowly turns around to see whats going on. seeing the Half -Orc woman getting the best of the tattooed man he chuckles to himself.....then he sees the other men behind ol tattoo about to jump in. He downs his remaining ale, shakes his head, and starts to make his way to the brawlers.
The brawler seem to not care for the attempted interventions, and one of the humans swing a punch at the half-orc knocking her out.
Gale will run up to one of the tattooed men and put his short sword against the mans throat, saying nothing
"Everybody out!" The barkeep, Durnan shouts, and all the men leave. "And you, let him go." He points towards Gale, and then sits down, staring at the floor, tired.
Gale let’s go if the man and points at the door as if telling him to get out.
" can I have a pint of your best beer kind sir" bobin says just reaching over the side of the bar. "What happened there" nodding at the spot where the brawl was?"
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to
Durnan shrugs, "Just another bar fight. They have been happening more frequently after the Zhents and the Xnatathar Guild began the gang war." He pours out the beer for you.
“Xanathar’s guild, I’ve heard of it, but I’m new here” gale says, putting away his swords, the genasi looks tired, might be from a lot of drinking.
Torvin orders another ale while listening to the story about what seems to be a gang war that is going on.
Bobin sips his beer gently. "Thank you kind sir" as he tosses some coin on the bar. "More often you say. Must not be good for business I reckon. What's this guild you talk of. What do they have to do with it all. "Can you also put one in for this tired looking pale fellow. He looks as if he could use a drink and drinking alone is a waste." As bobin nods to the air genasi.
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“Thank you, friend. I’ve haven’t had any one to drink with in a while”
Flynt will go back to his seat and continue his drink. It seems like a bar fight happens every night."
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"The guild is just what they call themselves, what they are is a no - good group of low lives working for some crime lord."
Torvin listening to this will ask: "Does anyone know what these two groups are fighting over? Territory? Or something else?"