The Tavern Brawl

Having swords drawn and used on him, RyRy draws his hilt that shoots out a pink blade of pure energy. The pink monstrosity rushes forward to greet the paralyzed leader, tossing his energy blade through the bar.

Leohand takes his size into consideration before he leaves the tavern. He sets off to do some more studying.

I look at a spot that cneters most of the lackeys not worried about the other patrons. I make sure to keep myself (who should easily be out of the way) and Gibbs from the radius. I place a small chip of mica in between my thumb and muddle finger and, like Black Bolt from the Inhumans, whisper my arcane word and snap my fingers. An enormous thunder cracks through the air in a 10' radius in the area I described.

Miyamoto's shatter is a marvelous escapade, causing six of the lackeys to fall to the ground, blood pouring from their eyes. It blasts the paralyzed leader and one other as well! Tables, chairs, mugs, and plates grenade into a furious storm of wood and clay chips, making the entire 20 foot area difficult terrain. There's enough explosion of material that everyone within the bubble takes 2 points of piercing damage. Gibbs, Miyamoto, and Xiranya are free from the blast radius. Everyone else make your CON saves.

As the explosion happens, Noserg continues his weaving and RyRy throws his saber. It cleaves through the paralyzed leader, leaving him cut in two in a puddle on the floor. The leader that attempted to hit him is also seared with the magical energy. In the hubbub and confusion, Leohand sneaks out of the tavern and vanishes into the night.

The two batches of lackeys that were there are now dead, so the rest of you are up!


Current Combat Order (bold may act now):
Miyamoto 24
Noserg 21
RyRy 18
Lackeys (1) 14
Lackeys (2) 12
Xiranya 7
Brynn 6
Crush 6
Lackeys (3) 6
Leader 5

Crush belches in RyRy's face again before picking the teletubby up and using him to wallop the spellcaster

Seeing the drunken lout taking aim at his partner, Brynn rushes forward, takes a couple shots at the giant of a man, then swiftly retreats to the bar. All Trogbuzz feels are a couple hard hits without any idea what hit him.

Whispering to myself and gesturing as subtly as possible, I look over at the corpses currently littering the ground and within a few moments, 2 of those bodies spring back to life as undead. They turn towards the injured but standing leader of that group that is quickly being cut down by the other bar patrons.