May 10, 2017 3:49 pm
Crush, you find yourself sitting at a scarred oak bar. The tavern behind you is packed with people drinking. You have a massive mug of ale in front of you and a plate of barely cooked meat.
The Tavern Brawl
May 11, 2017 12:08 pm
Crush jabs at the meat with his fork, lifts it off the plate and sniffs it suspiciously. "What the fuck is this shite?! the dwarf roars. Barkeep! I ordered venison, ye gave me squirrel meat?!"
May 11, 2017 7:55 pm
The goliath behind the bar just dismisses your argument with a wave of his hand. Venison, squirrel meat, yer too drunk to know if you've meat at all Crush!
May 12, 2017 4:14 am
"Bah!" Crush flings the meat over his shoulder. It sails across the room, flipping end over end, and finally lands on...
May 12, 2017 1:15 pm
The meat sails through the air, with the greatest of ease, landing on the shoulder of a strapping fellow in studded leather armor. A heavy scimitar is slung across his back. He stands, his table full of associates rising in kind.
OY! FAT LOUT! WHAT YA MEAN TROWIN YER MEAT AT ME HEAD!? He screams out as he turns to face you. His friends nod in agreement, cracking their knuckles. One of them picks up a mug and turns to a nearby gnome that's trying to enjoy his drink at the next table over and cracks him over the head. The noise and press of bodies begins to get agitated!
The lackeys explode from the table, launching themselves at patrons all over the bar. You can see the flash of steel and their hands swinging wildly.
You're up!
OY! FAT LOUT! WHAT YA MEAN TROWIN YER MEAT AT ME HEAD!? He screams out as he turns to face you. His friends nod in agreement, cracking their knuckles. One of them picks up a mug and turns to a nearby gnome that's trying to enjoy his drink at the next table over and cracks him over the head. The noise and press of bodies begins to get agitated!
The lackeys explode from the table, launching themselves at patrons all over the bar. You can see the flash of steel and their hands swinging wildly.
You're up!
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Rolls
Leader Init - (1d20+3)
(2) + 3 = 5
Lackeys Init - (3d20, 3d20, 3d20)
3d20 : (386) = 17
3d20 : (131513) = 41
3d20 : (131410) = 37
Your Init - (1d20+4)
(2) + 4 = 6
May 12, 2017 4:04 pm
Norseg was already deep into his mugs by the time the fracas began. The dwarf, covered in a layer of dust from the road, held court at a table with an unconscious man, regaling the drunkard with tales of brewing mishaps and unintended, yet hilarious, side effects.
Suddenly the table disappeared as a body crashed into it, sending both the unconscious man and the drinks spilling across the tavern floor. Norseg blinked, staring at the empty space and wondering if he was magically teleported elsewhere. "Jus' like zat time at za whatchacallit," he slurred to the bodies. "Zat bar up in (hic)... up in Duskmantle. Duskmeadow. Dawnmeadow?"
Suddenly the table disappeared as a body crashed into it, sending both the unconscious man and the drinks spilling across the tavern floor. Norseg blinked, staring at the empty space and wondering if he was magically teleported elsewhere. "Jus' like zat time at za whatchacallit," he slurred to the bodies. "Zat bar up in (hic)... up in Duskmantle. Duskmeadow. Dawnmeadow?"
[ +- ] Norseg Level 10
AC: 19; HP: 103/103; Speed: 50 ft
STR 14; DEX 20; CON 18; INT 9; WIS 18; CHA 10
Feat: Squat Nimbleness
STR 14; DEX 20; CON 18; INT 9; WIS 18; CHA 10
Feat: Squat Nimbleness
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+5)
(16) + 5 = 21
May 12, 2017 7:46 pm
OOC:
Norseg, you are technically at the top of the order. You will lead off the next round now that you're aware of the fight.
May 12, 2017 7:58 pm
As he is about to down a spoonful of his soup, a young man is interrupted by beer and broken crockery flying across the pub's common room. As he leaps to his feet, he instinctively reaches for his short sword. Seeing that the brawl appears to, so far, be limited to fists, mugs, and nonlethal weapons, he thinks better of it and grabs one of his tonfa. With astonishing speed, he whirls away from his table as a body crashes into it, holding his tonfa in one hand and gripping his bowl of soup in his left.
EDIT:
EDIT:
OOC:
Nice to see I'm starting a brand-new game with my same-old rolls.Last edited May 16, 2017 8:45 pm
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+5)
(1) + 5 = 6
Secret Roll
May 12, 2017 8:07 pm
OOC:
You'll go after the lackeys Brynn. Not right now, but after their the next set.
May 12, 2017 11:28 pm
Seeing a fight unfold in front of it, a large pink thing stands and places a hand over it's mouth "Uh oh."
OOC:
Hahaha, this is so ridiculous.Last edited May 12, 2017 11:29 pm
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+4)
(14) + 4 = 18
May 13, 2017 12:11 am
Crush throws back his drink before turning around to regard the brawl he has just instigated. "Thass more like it!" he declares, pushes himself off the bar and into the fray, smashing his fist twice into the gang leader's chin.
* Attack Action
OOC:
* Bonus action to go Tipsy* Attack Action
[ +- ] Crush Trogbuzz
AC: 19; HP: 115/115; Speed: 25
STR 20, DEX 18, CON 18, INT 12, WIS 16, CHA 14
Status effects: Tipsy
Guile points: 20/20
Luck points: 3/3
STR 20, DEX 18, CON 18, INT 12, WIS 16, CHA 14
Status effects: Tipsy
Guile points: 20/20
Luck points: 3/3
Last edited May 13, 2017 1:54 am
Rolls
Tankard attack 1, damage - (1d20+9, 1d6+9)
1d20+9 : (13) + 9 = 22
1d6+9 : (3) + 9 = 12
Tankard attack 2, damage - (1d20+9, 1d6+9)
1d20+9 : (15) + 9 = 24
1d6+9 : (3) + 9 = 12
May 13, 2017 12:28 am
The gnome of whom stands stall as he recovers from the mug smack.
OOC:
+9? Wow.Rolls
Initiative - (1d20)
(5) = 5
May 13, 2017 1:23 am
The group of lackeys that hadn't yet launched into the fight do so now. The looks on their face a kind of wild incredulity as the bulbous pink creature with a shiny rectangle on its chest stands up and speaks with a moronic sing-song voice.
Get that....that....whatever the Hells that is! they cry, leaping at RyRy with heavy clubs now in their hands.
Meanwhile, the leader looks at Crush and snarls, swinging twice with his own fists!
As all of this goes on, the door to the tavern slams open and another passel of bodies push in, similarly dressed to your current hooligans, but wearing a differently colored sash about their arms. They look to each other and grin, as if picking targets.
Current Combat Order (bold may act now):
Noserg 21
RyRy 18
Lackeys (1) 14
Lackeys (2) 12
Brynn 6
Crush 6
Lackeys (3) 6
Leader 5
Leohand 5
Get that....that....whatever the Hells that is! they cry, leaping at RyRy with heavy clubs now in their hands.
Meanwhile, the leader looks at Crush and snarls, swinging twice with his own fists!
As all of this goes on, the door to the tavern slams open and another passel of bodies push in, similarly dressed to your current hooligans, but wearing a differently colored sash about their arms. They look to each other and grin, as if picking targets.
Current Combat Order (bold may act now):
Noserg 21
RyRy 18
Lackeys (1) 14
Lackeys (2) 12
Brynn 6
Crush 6
Lackeys (3) 6
Leader 5
Leohand 5
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Rolls
Attacks on RyRy - (1d20+3, 1d6+1, 1d20+3, 1d6+1, 1d20+3, 1d6+1)
1d20+3 : (6) + 3 = 9
1d6+1 : (4) + 1 = 5
1d20+3 : (6) + 3 = 9
1d6+1 : (6) + 1 = 7
1d20+3 : (7) + 3 = 10
1d6+1 : (2) + 1 = 3
Attacks on Crush (3 damage for each hit) - (1d20+4, 1d20+4)
1d20+4 : (19) + 4 = 23
1d20+4 : (14) + 4 = 18
May 13, 2017 1:58 am
Leohand casually extends his hand and points at the man of whom hit him with the mug.
Casting True StrikeEDIT:
Casting True Strike
[ +- ] True Strike
Casting Time: 1 action
Range: 30 feet
Components: S
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 round
You extend your hand and point a finger at a target in range. Your magic grants you a brief insight into the target's defenses. On your next turn, you gain advantage on your first attack roll against the target, provided that this spell hasn't ended.
Range: 30 feet
Components: S
Duration: Concentration, up to 1 round
You extend your hand and point a finger at a target in range. Your magic grants you a brief insight into the target's defenses. On your next turn, you gain advantage on your first attack roll against the target, provided that this spell hasn't ended.
OOC:
I am not sure if a roll to hit is needed, but I am going to roll one anyways just to be safe!Last edited May 13, 2017 2:00 am
Rolls
True Strike - If needed - (1d20+8)
(8) + 8 = 16
May 13, 2017 2:11 am
Leaning against the back wall, I casually watch the chaos unfold around me. I like it here.
OOC:
Can I cask Mage Armor now, or should I wait 'til my initiative comes up?Rolls
Initiative - (1d20+3)
(4) + 3 = 7
Rolling for Abyssal Arcana Spells - (3d6)
(252) = 9
May 13, 2017 2:27 am
"Dawnsaddle?" continues Norseg, trying to remember the name of some forgotten town. Or was it a village? Hamlet?
His contemplation is interrupted by a press of bodies that mosh their way into his space. Focusing on the ale within his mug, he twists and leans with the flow of the crowd with an effort to keep the liquid from spilling.
His contemplation is interrupted by a press of bodies that mosh their way into his space. Focusing on the ale within his mug, he twists and leans with the flow of the crowd with an effort to keep the liquid from spilling.
OOC:
Bonus Action, Dodge. Using the Ready action to Attack if anyone singles him out as a target.
May 13, 2017 2:32 am
Brynn, seeing his exit closed off by an inrush of bodies, attempts to back out of the way. He sidesteps a gnome pointing his finger at someone as a body crashes by him. He nimbly steps atop a chair and spins, lifting his soup bowl to his mouth to finish off the last of his supper. He lands next to the bar and gently sets the bowl down. As he turns back to the crowd, he finds himself next to a woman with an odd, horned...something on her head. Impressed by her nonchalance, he nods slightly and says, I don't think we're getting out of here without picking a side. Any preferences?
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