Vanilla D&D 5e campaign: The Shadow of Antaria

[still watching fma]

1. Snake eyes
2. Anthar's finest(guild)
3. Crimson manner
4. Malek's market
5. Military base
6. Sally's slumdogs
7. Port Anthalar
8. Forging district

Antharia is a land beset by constant strife. To the north lie the barbaric Northfell. Their armor is made of monster hide and their weapons are a composite of monster bone and steel. They generally are a shorter and stalkier people, but their iron will and the swing of heir axe is a force to be reckon with. To the south lies the howling rainforest. A steamy muggy place with a thicket stronger than stone walls. Who knows what lurks beneath the lush green veneer? Every turn may hide a potential poisonous frog or an apex predator on the prowl. The axios crusaders from the main land have made this hellish place their home. A proud pious bunch sent to investigate the mysteries of Antharia. Their rivals to the south are the shattered ones, survivors of the plains nation who name is lost to the annals of time. Now they're a mere shadow of their former glory and fighting tooth and nail with the Axios church over dominion of the howling Rainforest.

The Easterly people of Anthar are cut throat, but bound by the ideals of freedom. They prefer to thrive on their own merits and not through conquest. However they are not a peaceful people who are prone to espionage, sabotage, and even murder make it in this world. Watch out though, the walls have ears. Many a person blabbed the wrong thing, to the wrong fella, only to found toiling away as a slave in a distant land. Be you witch, elf, tielfing, or filthy orc...anyone can make it here with a enough strength and resolve.The government here in Anthar is a miltary state. Though the guards may rough you up a bit, it's your competitors that will often finish the job. Their main concern is protecting the elite who reside in the crimson manor. Their secondary objective is patrolling the lioneye's forest. However, it's not all bad. The ale is good, the meat falls off the bone, and one can indulge in their carnal desires at any given time of day. Life free and life hard in Anthar.

 

[still watching fma]

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You're drawn here to Snake eyes inn for reasons that are your own. It's 18:00 hours, but night has fallen upon the land due to it being winter. Rain bombards the port city and a chilling wind besets all those unfortunate enough to be caught outside. However, if one listens closely, it's almost as if a hint of despair is carried with the wind. However most chalk that up to drunkeness. Inside the establishment, there's people playing craps, a sleezy old man offering you some tail, and a skimpy waitress welcoming you while balancing 6 cups of ale. The music is rowdy and the stench of mutton just barely masks the smell of vomit and cigar smoke. The walls are adorned with big game long dead, some of it recognizable such as the reindeer. Others are ferocious and unnatural, a gleam of hatred still resonating from their eyes. The floors are creaky and the walls are stained and dingy. Careful, best to wipe a seat before resting up if that's the sort of thing you're worried about.

Bhmbdk RisenFromAshes MToki Bloodshed Ilikepie

 

[Bloodshed]

Khe'sheir wandered through the streets, rain slamming against his bloodied priesthood garb while smearing his makeup. The clown began to slide off of his face, leaving himself a smeared mess of red, black, white, and green. The fighting pits had been good to him today, gold coins jiggling in his pocket as a sly grin replaced the one that dissipated with the gelid rain. The outside of the Snake Eyes was disgusting, yet is served as a daily refuge with its "rustic charms" providing some constant to the disturbed reality of the world around him, a pseudo-home. When he moved his way into the inn, he bolted the door. A loud clang rang out throughout the small room with Khe-sheir's psychotic little smile drawing across his face. The door dropped behind him, left slightly ajar so that the rain would continue to drip, drip, drip into the bar. As he waltzed through the atmosphere of despair, his coat wrenched itself to stain the floor beneath him. His lips slipped ajar so that a wry giggle could infect the bar and add to the rowdy atmosphere. The laugh sustained itself, picking up steam as he approached the bar. It began to overtake the room around him with some cruel intent. He used his left foot to slide out a barstool before sitting down with a sudden crash in the laught. Under his breath, he sang to himself, "The old man said/ it's better to be dead/ the young man said/ he'll never bleed red/ the wise man always ends up fed/ because he takes the young man's head."

The monk chuckled again, hilarious delight in his tone. His fingers ran through his pockets to slide out three gold pieces, drenched with his latest opponent's innards. He slid the first coin to the barkeep, rubbing his hand across the greasy bar. "It's a celebration my friend. A pint for me and a pint for my friend who met his bitter end to make sure that I could fend." Behind his eyes, there was some remorse to be discovered yet not overtly displayed. The role of the vicious villain maintained his safety in these parts, earning a severe reputation as the Jester of Vengeance, a monster that relishes each moment of pure and utter violence. Khe'sheir made eye contact with the barkeep and waited for his response. He wanted his pint to wash away the dissatisfaction of his life. He ignored the rest of the bar to simply wait for his precious ale.

 

[Ilikepie]

Charleena Duststar

The young rogue quietly walked through the unfamiliar streets of this port city that she only arrived in earlier that day when the ship she snuck in ported here. She searched for some kind of shelter preferably an inn to escape the freezing rain and to dry her soaking wet clothes. She remembered her former mentor once mentioning inns are a good place to gather information from the loose lipped drunks when in a new town and to find temporary cheap shelter. She eventually finds an inn called Snake Eyes, the outside of the place doesn't seem to that special but it will likely suit her needs of being cheap and having drunks that will lead her to finding ways to make some quick coins. She quietly opens the door going inside trying to gather little attention as possible to herself as she enters the inn. She softly closes the door after she gets in and then walks to take a seat at the empty table.

Once at the seat she pulls down her soaked hood revealing her long red hair and brown eyes that glance around the inn. She is glad that the inn goers don't seem to be paying much attention to her at the moment since the less the interaction with people she has the better she believes. The place smells terrible and the taxidermy animal heads are creepy but that's what you get when you have to get somewhere cheap. The bar seems too busy at the moment in her opinion with the weird guy in the clown makeup ordering some drinks. She has her right hand ready to draw one of her daggers in case any drunk thinks they have a chance with her while she quietly listens into the conversations waiting for something that can lead to some coins.

 

[Bhmbdk]

Garirook made his way through the dark city streets, letting the rain pour down on him. His size and weapon made him a poor target to any muggers, so he was safe from that at least. He had already been kicked out of three taverns that evening. One for fighting, and two for arguing with his fists. He made his way laughing to himself through the streets, falling down once in a while in a moment of blackout. When he finally found another tavern that could fit him. Snake Eyes, The sign read, or at least it what he would've read if he could read. He made his way inside, already yelling up a strong. "Bartender! Give me a pint of your finest ale!" He yelled out before sitting down at the bar. He placed his warhammer on the bar, taking up quite a bit of space, just to keep anyone from trying anything. Suddenly he heard a weird laughter coming from his right. When he looked he saw a strange man in clown makeup, with a pile of bloodied coins. Probably just another nutjob from the fighting pits. He thought to himself. "Hey you!" He yelled in his general direction, "What the fuck are you laughing about?" He didn't like this man, and he was never one to avoid a good fight just because. Anyways this clown was scaring the other costumers, and a quiet tavern is not a fun tavern.

 

[RisenFromAshes]

It was a dark and stormy night, just the way Galdur Scalehammer liked it. The sun had vanished beneath the earth, the wind carried the nip of coming frost, and the rain chilled all to the bone. The rainsoaked fur and fabric of his cloak clung heavily to his stocky Dwarven frame as he made his way through the port town's streets.

After a short while, Galdur finally reached his destination, the Snake Eyes Tavern. Once he had made merry in the halls deep within the earth. Now he was consigned to bar crawls on the surface. Such was life, but inferior quality was always favorable to zero quantity. He entered the next tavern on his list with little fanfare, save the telltale shriek of wind as the door was forced open and subsequently closed.

The establishment was a far cry from the scenery outside. It was loud and warm and smelled of flame--also the way Galdur Scalehammer liked it. A mead hall with no ruckus was like steel with no forge: pointless and in desperate need of someone to bring it to life.

Galdur took the empty seat between the two belligerents at the bar, either unaware or apathetic to their conflict, and eyed up the placard on the wall. On that list of drinks, the Dwarf spotted something that he hadn't heard of before. He pointed to the strangely-named spirit-and-mixer at the bottom of the list and, in a thick Dwarven accent, told the barkeep: "I will purchase that drink."

As he waited to receive his order, Galdur idly admired the taxidermied beast heads.

 

[still watching fma]

Snake eyes tavern
month 10
day 20
time 6:34 pm

Braolio maustev

The only thing more intimidating than a blue dragon wyrmling staring down the bar's patrons, was the person manning the bar. The bar keep was respected in these neck of the woods because while he was a prominent adventurer in his youth, he was also one of the first people to make contact with the dwarves some 30 ot years ago, bringing precious iron to the capital. Though now his bones creak and his muscles show signs of atrophy and excess flab, there is still an air of strength that exudes the stalky man as he quietly observes his patrons with an air of cautious glee. It was a stormy night when a certain youth returned from his labor, his garb carried the stench of iron with each wet and sloppy step across the creaky old floors. The whole tavern was quiet, wondering what be his business if just for a brief moment in time. His laughter caused a few people to grasp this weapons for they did not know if he was here on business or pleasure. However when he slapped a gold coin at the bar, the atmosphere lightened and the rowdy debauchery continued. " Eyy fucking snake eyes, pay up bitch"!

Braulio eyed the man with his solemn tune, before he began to chuckle again with an upturned brow. " It's rude to dirty a man's bar right after he cleaned it", he said after wiping human bile off the coin and his bar once more. He bit the coin to make sure it was legit and began to pour ale from his tap. " Young man, I do believe you're wasting your time at such a place...you could make more coin adventuring and perhaps bring a friend here once in a while", he said with a familiar tone. Before he could continue a young woman and barbarian caught his attention. He signaled to his waitress, Trix, to greet the young girl while he sized up the lumbering giant approaching his bar. He sauntered forth with a weight behind his steps that interrupted folk in the bar with each step. A second one eh?

The hammer let out a harsh thud onto the bar, which signalled the man's strength and dexterity, for a lesser man would have shattered it by mishandling it. " Aye I don't 'now if you can afford it, but I would be happy to serve appropriately pal", he said with a hearty laugh.

Trix

As Trix approached the young girl with crimson hair, she noticed an oddity not too often seen in these here parts. Most of the tavern's patrons had resumed business as usual for the most part, too inebriated to notice him. Those who did take notice however, ooh'd and ahh'd like children attending a circus act. Although one might mistake it for the ale, those who noticed the dwarf were curious and his voice's unfamiliar cadence. However the half elf took note of him as he approached the bar with a slightly turned head, before stomping before the rogue. "Hey you, I wonder what brings you to these neck of the woods, hun. Can I get you a glass of milk"? Braulio eyed the dwarf whose furs were matted and water still dripping from his sightly jawline. "You're the first person to ask for somethin' other than ale in days. One moment please", he said while pouring the mug of ale for the barbarian. There was a sense of glee in Braulio's response that might be mistaken for familiarity.

The bar itself served as a microcosm of the city at large, each section with its own clique that also interweaved with one another. To the south end of the bar you could find the labors. These were the men and women who tilled your fields, hauled your horse's hey, built your house, and unloaded your cargo at the docks. To interact with these folk might bear fruits about the gossip swirling around the city. Though you may have to listen closely amidst the banter and drunken cheers(wisdom check).

The west end of the bar had the pirates and sleaze bags of the tavern. These folks were often as rowdy as the others, but there was always one or two people glaring daggers at anyone who came to close to them. They were comprised of pirates, theives, and mercenaries for hire. If you have to fortitude to approach these fellas, you were either a lawman or gutsy bastard with a death wish. Listening in on them might garner information on the more sleazy happenings in Anthar.

To the east side of the tavern were the misfits and outcasts. The halflings, the half elves, and the occasional orc took up refuge here. Listening in on the might garner information happenings on the non humans in the city. Though you will find humans that befriend them as well, since suffering is suffering and all peasants understand that feeling.

To the north end of the tavern is the bar and braulio. His bunch are usually the adventurers talking up fantastic tales of slaying dragons, protecting women from tarasques, and complaining about the damn kobolds to the east. Listening in on them you may hear happenings in the outside world or of the monster infestations plaguing the city.
To the right of the bar is board of requests made to the tavern that didn't go through the adventurer's guild. It was a humble board with a placard which said, " requests". Each had an address and a request attached to it written in common language. These requests were not here because the folks couldn't pay necessarily, but they were fliers braulio pinned personally because no one would take them at the adventurer's guild.

1. Bear trouble at the Silhoffer farm
2. Wolf activity in the southbend forest
3. Child thieves at malek's market
4. A government request to investigate the sewers

One thing pervades the bar, as the one constant among the drunken chatter and occasional fellow being dropped in a fight, are whispers of the phrase, " they are never alone".

 

[Ilikepie]

Charleena Duststar

The rogue watches the light skinned and light haired barmaid in a maid outfit approach towards her and decides not to pull out her dagger deciding that the barmaid isn't going to anything bad to her. She listens to the barmaid speak awkwardly moving her eyes towards the barmaid and away towards random areas of the building as the barmaid speaks. In a soft quiet voice and with her head turned away from the barmaid she says "...Milk...would.. be .....fine. I.... heard ..... rumors .....of ..... great..... wealth .... on ... the ....island .... so ....I ..... came .... here .... to ... find .... it". She pulls her hood back up feeling embarrassed from having spoken so many words to someone.

She attempts to listen in towards the conversations of the people at the north end near the bar without leaving her empty table spot but her wet hood is getting water in her ears making it a bit harder to hear the people. (Rolled a 6 which is a 7 if you wanted straight wisdom or a 9 if you want perception) She dose notice the job board in that direction. The job about dealing with child thieves is quickly ignored since as someone that stole from a young age, she doesn't want to harm young kids that are just doing what they need to in order to survive. The wild animal job seem possibly doable, but risky to handle alone. The sewer job is a huge unknown, but the possibility to get on the government's good side might be worth the stink and possible risks. But picking which job to handle is a problem for tomorrow when it's not as dark and rainy outside.

 

[still watching fma]

Trix

Trix tilted her head slightly and narrowed her gaze at the girl's broken speech. Her brows would start to furrow as other patrons in the bar were hollering for service. "One milk's a comming up little one. Be right back". As she left she heard whistles and jeers from her long term customers, " Eyy don't be like that, c'mon scold us"! The fellas slumped back into their seats momentarily before starting up some more bar games to pass the time. As they were doing so, the young rogue made her way to the request board, seemingly pondering over what job to take to any onlooker. One of which was Trix, who put her arm around the girl's shoulder and slapped her free hand on the board. With a grin she proclaimed, " Perhaps there may be some treasure for your suicidal adventurer, you're a 100 years too early for such feats. Go, start your journey with a simple job request"! She made a fist and shook it with a tear welling up in her eye, " This. Little one is how make money. Hard. Work". Satisfied with her lecture, she sat the milk on the counter and began yelling at other patrons who were begging for attention.

Wisdom check succeeded

As the rouge is left to her own devices, she accidentally over hears a conversation had by a couple of pirates near the message board. Treasure and Disappearances are all you can make out at that distance. Roll for a stealth check if you wish to get in on the conversation safely.

Ilikepie

 

[Ilikepie]

Charleena Duststar

The rogue has zero ignored the barmaid's lecture about hard work since she considers herself unsuited for that type of lifestyle and that it would be a complete waste of the skills her former mentor taught her. The rogue picked up the glass of milk and took a slip while she overheard some pirate looking people talk something about treasure and disappearances that seem interesting. She places the glass of milk back down and begins to quietly move closer to the pirates who said that but accidently bumps right into one of them knocks the glass of ale out of the pirate's hand onto the other pirate. (rolled Nat 1 on stealth roll)

 

[still watching fma]

Drunken pirate slobs

" oi boys I'm a bleed the lizard, be r---b--b-bac--aaaaah", he stammered as he began to fall flat on his back. However, he stomped his right foot back to regain his balance. His body tilted backwards before he swung forward, face still sopping wet with ale. A bit of saliva and ale would spray the young girl's face. However her troubles were not over, because now his compatriots were annoyed as well. They glared at her with dinner plates mixed with ale, that was also flowing off the table and into the tavern's main floor area. " well. Little. Squirrel. Got. Anything. to say UHHHHHHHHHHH"?

roll deception check or prepare for a brawl

Ilikepie

 

[Bloodshed]

Civility? Or blinding rage? It was a hard moment to determine until the filthy swine opened his mouth to address the monk directly. He turned to the orcish barbarian, a viocious duet of violence singing from his eyes. The laughing stopped. "Did you just speak to me pig? Oh I'm sorry, half-pig. When your father bloodied your mother to concieve your freakish nature, I would have assumed you knew your place in the world." As he ranted more and more, his tone grew louder and more sinister. While never yelling, it was an intense series of declarative sentences. It wasn't just that he had been insulted; it was that an orc had done so. Thesire to kill the pig grew stronger and stronger when he fed his own anger. "You product of infidelity, rape, and monstrous desire. You deserve nothing more than to be another stain on the barroom floor just as you should have been a stain on your mother's dress you unholy accident. I wonder if you have ever know your father? Does it hurt to know yo we're nothing but a quick an salatious response to sexual desire? How dare you speak to your better in that tone." To cap off his vehenement rant, he spit on his counterparts face. He had not cleaned in days, so he hoped that the orc could taste his filth. God knows. He deserved it. Around him, the world faded into obscurity as he grew satisfied for himself and took a sip of his ale, eyes lodged on the orc, hoping the beast knew his place.

 

[Ilikepie]

Charleena Duststar

The rogue feels disgusted by the ale and saliva that was just spit at her face and she felt fear from the creepy looks she sees in the eyes of the pirates that are staring at her. Panicked she tries to come with a decent lie to get herself out of this but is unable to come up with anything good at the moment and decides to just blame someone else for what she did. "Hmmmm.... they.... made... me.. do.. it". (rolled 8 deception) She points towards the group at the bar with the angry clown. She then tries to back up away from the pirates.

 

[still watching fma]

6:55 pm
Snake eyes tavern

​

Pirate slobs and a pirate grunt

The original belligerent slob pulled out his knife and sloppily licked the blade, almost cutting himself in the process, around 6 inches from Duststar's face. " Is --that..uhh so? Alright bois, we partying tonight"! He turned to his fellows pirates and gestured for the lot to get up by swinging his knife in the direction of the monk, dwarf, and barbarian. He was met mostly with an utter indifference. His more clean cut associates were content with rolling their eyes and counting their money. " Neutral ground is neutral ground Ed, sit yer fuccen ass down and eat yo'u fat. FUCK", one of the captain's first mates said. " oi arg--fuck you pissants, me and my mates got disssss", he said as 2 other slobs sauntered over to join his ranks. Knifes drawn, the idiots would nearly trample dustar if she didn't act. Their first mate turned to his most reliable grunt and gave him a shove. " Go on, help those idiots and bring a few back alive". The slumped over grunt looked over at the rouge and his friends with a deep scowl before sloppily unsheathing his scimitar. "Fukkk ett".

Meanwhile Braulio was sweating bullets as his newest customers were seemingly on the verge of war while his regulars were making their way toward them. " Trix...call them carpenters....".

Roll for initiative Bloodshed Ilikepie RisenFromAshes Bhmbdk

Spoiler: ooc

each square is 5 feet.
edit: Initiative was rolled on discord

1. Khe'sheir (monk)
2. grunt
3. slobs
3.Duststar (rouge)
4.Nitzan (orc)
5. Galdur Dwarf

 

[Bloodshed]

[Move: 3 down, 1 left, 1 left diagonal. Now adjacent to pirates. Action: attack with short sword. Bonus action: martial arts attack. Both are 14 to hit, 6 damage and 5 damage to hit. Pirate that is directly in front of me is killed.]
Upon being pointed at, a natural rush injected into the Monk's veins and his head turned to meet the gaze of the drunken slobs pacing in the corner with the young rogue. Before they could properly draw their blades and prepare, Khe'sheir blitzed the group, ale splattering across the room as he did so. In the blink of an eye, he stood a mere few feet away from the nearest pirate. He threw up hit right foot into the pirate's face in the form of a front kick. The man's few remaining teeth flew out of his mouth to random corners of the bar with a spew of blood painting the walls around him. Following his kick, he drew his shortsword and slashed from the pirate's groin to his throat, slicing open his ribcage and sternum with a single blow. His viscera began to spurt from his chest and upon Khe'sheir's priestly outfit. Khe'sheir drove the blade further and further upward, sawing through the drunken slob's jaw to unveil more and more of his innards. In the Monk's eyes was a look of deadness, a man doing what he must to survive while his lips parted to unveil a hideous laughter. The chuckles did not match the look on his face, creating an obscure juxtaposition between performer and man. The pirate fell to the ground, his blood staining the floor beneath, pooling as his intestines dropped onto the ground into the shape of a warped and painful smile.

 

[still watching fma]

6:55(+6 seconds)
Snake Eyes Tavern
​

The grunt who was nearly passed out, back against the wall was stirred by the wailing of his subordinate. His blood shot eyes narrowed in on the scene in front of him as his three other subordinates just sort of gawked at the scene, mouths agape and eyes full of drunken tears. The man who was kicked fell like a shotput against the creeky ground with a heavy thump. The sound of cracking bone was audible just before the sound of tearing flesh filled the roomed with a macabre chorus of death. The grunt was shocked, so much so that he pinched himself. Yet no matter how hard he did, his friend lied on the floor a bloodied mess. A fountain of blood decorated the area as his entrails were strewn about like confetti. "ARRRrr... I'll give ya something to laugh about, fella", the grunt said while he approached the blood soaked man. " Well what the fuck you twats waiting for? Fucken get em", he said gesturing to the Charlene and her apparent crew of misfits.

The grunt within the blink of an eye stood before the monk, swinging his scimitar in a diagonal at the Khe'sheir. His blade drew blood, but the real pain came from Khe'sheir stumbling back and falling flat on his back, 6 feet away. His remaining subordinates also attacked the duo. The original belligerent sloppily swung(5) his knife at duststar, while his compatriot dove at her with a grin full of lust(0). His third surviving grunt tried his best to tackle the Khe'sheir(7), drunkly shambling toward the bloodied man with a scowl befitting a hungry wolf. The man in his false bravado roared at the monk, grasping at him in an exercise of futility. " Y're mine S'iligrrrr"!

Spoiler: ooc

only the grunt succeeded to beat the monk's AC.
Khe'sheir is prone, needs to expend 15 feet of movement to stand back up
initiative
1. Khe'sheir (monk)
2. grunt
3. slobs
3.Duststar (rouge)
4.Nitzan (orc)
or
Ma Brownie
5. Galdur Dwarf

 

[Ilikepie]

Charleena Duststar

Annoyed that these pirates attacked her the rogue quickly draws her strongest melee weapon, her rapier. With a quick thrust of her weapon she stabs (17+5 attack roll) into the original belligerent's stomach for 4 damage (1+3) and then pulls it out of the pirate's now injured stomach. Her target unfortunately survived her attack and she has a slightly annoyed look on her face. "Tell... me... about... that... treasure... and... I might... let... you.. live". She stays in place since moving from this spot is too dangerous at the moment.

 

[Felix]

Ma was almost done cleaning the kitchen when she heard a glass of beer fall on the ground. She grumbled, but continued mobbing the floor. Why didn't people respect the hard work of cleaners? Snake Eyes and Trix clearly did. They were hard workers, like Ma. She was very grateful that they had let her help out for lodging and a bit of pocket money. She couldn't sit still before the opportunities of lucrative adventures would cross her path. There was always work to be done. There was man shouting angrily in the bar. Ma sighed. In her own inn this would have been too early for this, but here the scum began drinking at noon until Ma could sweep them out on the street at midnight. The shouting evolved into a lot of people stumbling and then a loud shriek of someone loud enough to be a death cry. That. Was. It. She put her mob in the basket and grabbed her rolling pin from the counter top. She walked over to the big kitchen doors, ready to take out the trash.

As she looked over the saloon doors, the chaos of the scene before her washed over her. The pirate crew were part of the skirmish, as was expected since they were so huffy all the time. They were probably the ones who started a fight with the weird clown and small girl. They were way to busy with each other to notice Ma. It was hard to see between the fighting people, but it appeared that one of the pirates was on the floor. As she got a better look she could see that the shriek was probably followed by death indeed. A very violent and bloody one. Ma was furious. She slammed open the doors.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The towering old lady boomed as she stood firmly in the door way, slowly lifting and dropping the rolling pin in her other hand. "I just cleaned that floor!"

In other situations this might have been funny, but not when it was said by a huge angry woman with a rolling pin. The fighters immediately paused and it was so silent, you could here a pin drop. Ma sensed it too and tried to make use of the situation.

"Drop your weapons. There will be no more fighting in this pub. If you filth insist on bashing each others heads in, you can do so outside!"

The pirates immediately obeyed and lowered their weapons. They stammered some apologies and sorry Ma. Then one of them snapped out of it. "but what about our friend?"
"Yeah!" The others shouted as they raised their weapons.

Ma only had to glare intensely to have them lower them again. "He's dead already, nothing I can do for you. I can heal the others, but it will cost you extra. And again, if you want revenge, go for it, but Not. In. This. Pub. Understood?!"

They all nodded in unison.

 

[Bhmbdk]

Garirook sighed. It has been pretty long since his last bar fight. If you considered about two hours long. But this one was different. While other fights usually ended with a few bruises, this one seemed to be going in a different direction. He was just about to insult the clown back when noise erupted from the back of the room. He turned his head to watch as a small looking human was being berated by a couple of pirates. They seemed to be ready to attack which was a regular occurrence at bars, so he was just about to turn his head back when she pointed in his general direction. The pirates began yelling at him and the clown, plus a strange small man that sat down between them. Before the half-orc could respond to the drunk men the strange clown stood up and proceeded to rush and absolutely slaughter one of the drunken pirate grunts. The barbarian was still reluctant to get up, but he did so. He lifted his heavy weapon of choice as he slowly made his way towards the group of pirate scum. The cook popped out when he was about half way to the men, trying her damndest to stop the battle, although she only succeeded in getting the men to promise to move the fight outside. He continued, not especially moved by her words, dragging his weapon across the floor as he approached one of the men...

With one fell swoop he lifted his warhammer and brought it up, holding it with both hands. "Sorry for the mess," he mumbled out before smashing the hammer against one of the pirates' head. The hammer collided with the poor man's skull, killing him instantly. The bloody body slumping over to the side. Garirook wiped his bloodied hammer on the dead man's clothing. He looked to the clown, who was now covered in internal organs. The half-orc himself was clean, save to a couple of drops of blood on his pants, and the blood covering his hammer.

 

[RisenFromAshes]

"Hm, hm!" Galdur sounded, peacefully drinking his beverage as if everything wasn't going completely wrong around him, "Today is a good day."

Unfortunately that did not mean tonight was going to be a good night. The Dwarf didn’t understand the drunken ramblings of the grunts, but he knew a challenge when he saw it. He quickly downed the rest of his drink, looked at his tankard, and then at the barkeep and the barmaid, “I am sorry for dirtying your tools, but a challenge demands an answer.”

He then proceeded to lob the empty tankard at the Pirate Grunt.

It missed.

Oh well. Throwing was never his forte anyway.

“The challenge has been answered,” Galdur shrugged. He turned back to the barkeep and pointed at a different drink on the list. “I would like one of those now, please.”

 

[still watching fma]

6:55(+30 seconds)
Snake Eyes Tavern​

Amidst the chaos the three remaining drunks looked about, trying to find a way out desperately. They were boxed in by a towering half orc, a menacing clown, and a slippery rouge. Strong with the stench of urine and human bile, the remaining belligerent pirates looked back at their section with tears in their eyes, before facing their blood thirsty enemies. "p-pplease- don't we're s-sa--sowery".

Spoiler: ooc

Just an update of the map.

Slob 1, injured
slob 2, alive
slob 3, alive
slob 4 dead
grunt, dead

1. Khe'sheir (monk)
2. grunt
3. slobs
3.Duststar (rouge)
4.Nitzan (orc)
or
Ma Brownie
5. Galdur Dwarf

 

[Bloodshed]

Khe'sheir felt blood drip from the pirate's slash and glared at his opposition with violent delight. The Orc's smashing of the Warhammer against the beastly one who had harmed him brought the monk great displeasure. He must display the anger necessary to push off his potential attacker in the barbarian. From his analysis, this is not a fight he particularly desired at this moment, not with an open wound. The pirate's groveling angered him deeply. How dare they slash and claw at him with such anger and then attempt to refute the violence? He charged the one pirate already injured, leaping threw the air with a grand punch that slid off to the left side of the pirate's head. The scallywag let out an intense sigh of relief only for the other hand of the monk to slide a shortsword through his belly with anger. He looked the man in the eyes as he drove it in quickly and painlessly, a perfect strike. As the man began to drop to the ground, Khe'sheir caught him while the life left his eyes. He whispered "May the goddess bring you to the hell you deserve child." The man fell and Khe'sheir lit up a falsified smile on his lips with a trickle of blood sliding from the sides of his mouth in a singular stream. The display was unsettling and served to bring great anxiety to those around him. "Beg me lads. Beg for life." The pirate's blood began to flow, a river from the dead man's chest. It soaked the shoes of the monk who seemed to be unbothered by the violence of the scene. Inside though, the man felt a grandiose remorse for his violent delights.

 

[still watching fma]

6:55(+30 seconds)
Snake Eyes Tavern

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With the exception of the party, the tavern would fall deathly silent upon the fat slob's carved up corpse slamming against the weathered creaky floor. He gurgled and coughed up blood while trying to use his unsteady hands to push down on his wound, in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood. A fresh coat of crimson stained the tavern floor and began to flow down into the middle of the joint. The people around them were especially incensed at Khe'shier's actions. They boo'd and threw food at him saying, " Go on git you dog"! Others joined in, the sound of glass shattering could be heard from certain parts of the room. " yea, what if we beg, will you kill us when we can't fight anymore"? There a total of 3 hostile fellows and four others who were stunned as they stood outside the tavern's double door entrance.

Braulio and Trix looked to eachother with concerned expressions, but they were unsure of what to do as well. A man would would defend himself was one thing, but a man who slaughtered in cold blood was another story. Braulio had spent years creating an atmosphere of neutrality and if he stepped in, it would potentially destroy all he worked to cultivate. " And get those bastards out of here too! They're his fucking henchmen afterall, working with the idiot to instigate the fight"!

Meanwhile the two remaining slobs looked at eachother with a hint of glee. They turned back to their compatriots who were still indifferent, but looked to the other patrons with a sense of hope. " ahhh we might make it", one whispered to the other. However, lurking in the shadows, was something shifty and creaky. With each move its bones crunched and crackled, as it stalked the shadows surrounding the joint. The only evidence that could be gleaned from the inside of that rowdy tavern at this point in time was the blood smeared handprint against the glass window behind Braulio.

Spoiler: ooc

Khe'shier rolls an honor check. The rest of you may choose how to proceed at this point in time. While the fighting doesnt have to end at this point in time, new developments have popped up.

Slob 1, dead
slob 2, alive
slob 3, alive
slob 4 dead
grunt, dead

1. Khe'sheir (monk)
2. grunt
3. slobs
3.Duststar (rouge)
4.Nitzan (orc)
or
Ma Brownie
5. Galdur Dwarf

 

[Ilikepie]

Charleena Duststar

She is surprised on how easily the random people she blamed for her mistake took care of the other pirates, but stayed focused on the remaining pirates. The mood in the room has shifted and it would be foolish to continue fighting, but the rogue still hasn't gotten any information about the treasure. "Tell.... us.... everything.... you.. about... the... treasure... now... and... the... two... of... you... make.. it... out.. of.. this... with.. your … lives, but... if.. you... don't". She points towards the dead body next to the crazy clown that's killed two of the pirates already. "You... better.. be.. quick.. about... it... he.. doesn't... like... waiting". (Intimidation 12-2 =10)

 

[still watching fma]

The two frantic men gawked at their friend bog who lied on the floor like a slab of meat. Their eyes moved to the young rouge whose innocent exterior betrayed her savagery and to their fellow pirates watching the show. " If--if you--can save us, we will--take the blame", the first one said. The other looked at him with sunken tear filled eyes and nodded at the rogue. " We -donno what ch'a want with such info but...we will talk", he whispered with cupped hands away from the rest of the group.

Spoiler: ooc

intimidation succeeded, now it depends on what the rest of the party does