Chapter 1: A Friend in Need
Expersprobi
One Thousand Club
It is early Spring and within the City of Splendors, tensions are mounting between the Xanathar Guild and the Zhentarim. Rumor has it that each of these two organizations are becoming increasingly hostile, the city whispers with concern of open fighting in the streets, but no one seems to know just what set the two at odds. Though the City Watch has kept the streets relatively safe, the evidence of the conflict can be seen in broken store fronts and tagged buildings throughout the city.
After working a few odd jobs in the Undercliff together, you'd finally settled on seeking some more adventurous work in Waterdeep proper. Inside the city walls, at the famed Yawning Portal Inn and Tavern, 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.
Then, all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: "Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"
Looking around, you see a seven foot tall half-orc hit by a wild swinging punch from a human man 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?
After working a few odd jobs in the Undercliff together, you'd finally settled on seeking some more adventurous work in Waterdeep proper. Inside the city walls, at the famed Yawning Portal Inn and Tavern, 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.
Then, all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: "Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"
Looking around, you see a seven foot tall half-orc hit by a wild swinging punch from a human man 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?