It is a dark and windy night in the city of Silverymoon...
Fortunately for our adventurers, they're a good 200 miles away in the small burg of Halfriver, where it is currently sunny and a comfortable 72 degrees. Nobody is really sure why the town is called Halfriver, as it is nowhere near any bodies of water. Nevertheless, our lively band of adventurers has gathered there today to set out on what they hope will be a legendary journey of mayhem, glory, and destruction. Preferably destruction of someone else.
Halfriver is not much to speak of, being little more than a collection of hovels set up for a small mining operation in an effort to make the miners feel more at home. Its main attraction is the local tavern known as the Sultry Strumpet, so called because of the tavern's bawdy reputation for offering questionable services above and beyond that of a normal roadside inn. Beyond that, little else is available save for a small General Supply store and the Miner's Guild.
It is approximately 1:00 in the afternoon as you, our weary travelers, step into the seedy common room of the Strumpet. A plump waitress named Ezmeralda approaches you and leads you to a rather unkempt table in the back. She doesn't bother to clean the mugs or dishes of the previous patrons, and scurries off to other duties with a hasty promise of "I'll be back to take yer ordah!"
I look around the tavern, hoping to spot anything out of the ordinary as I sit down in one of the chairs.
"By Gods I hope they atleast keep the food clean"
as i sit down i make sure that my chair is still intact and wont break
"by the looks of this place i would say the food is good as the place looks"
"Hope the service is better then the last place"
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Hax plops down into his chair, grabs a leg of roast pork that a previous diner has left on your table, and begins munching away happily.
"Food good!" He announces with a loud, rumbling guffaw. "Me like 'dis place!"
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Durwix scurries up into a chair, but can still barely see over the top. After a moment of consideration, he climbs onto the tabletop itself and plants himself there, resting his feet in a plate of cold mashed potatoes. He, like Hak, pulls a leg of meat and begins gobbling it down with very audible chewing sounds.
"what do you think this is your house. Shut that up"
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It's midday, presumably around the time the mines empty out for lunch, as the Tavern is packed. There are all manner of workers here: tall, short, fat and thin. Most are human, but you can make out a few dwarves and even a few miners with some faint elven qualities to them. As it is though, you see no demihuman workers. Dur and Wix seem to be the only humanoid patrons at this time, and are drawing the occasional odd look. Most people though, are too busy talking loudly, laughing and singing crude songs to notice, as waitresses dart between tables collecting tips and delivering food. In the center of the room along the southern wall lies a large firepit, that is currently cold. Along the north wall is the bar itself, lined with a very limited selection of liquors and drinks. Like the tables, the bar seating is packed with mine workers.
Ezmeralda appears once again, finally stopping in one place long enough for you to get a good look at her: She is a slightly heavy-set woman, in her late 30s or early 40s. There are hints to her that she may once have been very beautiful, but stress and tiredness have worn her features. Not only that, but she has on far too much makeup to be complimentary to anyone.
"Can I be takin' yer ordahs, gen'tamen?" She says with a thick rural accent, looking expectantly at you each in turn.
"I would like some rum, Hame and mashed taters that dont have feet in them" Will looking at anklebiter
OI! you be leavin ol Wix alone! Mighty fine goblin 'e is
Darnek picks up a plate and throws it at Ranger's head, hoping to provide him with some manners.
If it hits: I look over to the lass and ask for whatever the finest piece of meat she has in stock
looking at the girl through my hood
"well if i order will my food be here as slow as you where or will it still be warm when it gets to me"
from the corner of my eye i see a flying object headed my way so i look over to see a plate flyin at my face i try to dodge the flying object
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Ezmeralda chuckles nervously and jots down your respective orders, and scurries off. You get the distinct feeling she wants to spend as little time at your table as possible.
As she finishes with the last order, ignoring the comments from Raistlin Jr, Darnek hefts a small dinner plate and lets fly. It sails a small distance across the table and bounces with a metallic "Doink!" off the side of Ranger's head.
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Ezmeralda chuckles nervously and jots down your respective orders, and scurries off. You get the distinct feeling she wants to spend as little time at your table as possible.
As she finishes with the last order, ignoring the comments from Raistlin Jr, Darnek hefts a small dinner plate and lets fly. It sails a small distance across the table and bounces with a metallic "Doink!" off the side of Ranger's head.
GAR HAR HAR! He gots yoo good 'dere, Ranger. Right in der noggin! GAR HAR HAR!
Hak takes another chunk of meat and stuffs it into his mouth, sucking the dripping grease and gravy from his fingers with a loud slurp.
"we will see about this later" Mumbling under his breath
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Wix looks at Hak, Ranger and Darnek, shrugs and begins licking the mashed potatoes off his feet.
Ezmeralda chuckles nervously and jots down your respective orders, and scurries off. You get the distinct feeling she wants to spend as little time at your table as possible.
As she finishes with the last order, ignoring the comments from Raistlin Jr, Darnek hefts a small dinner plate and lets fly. It sails a small distance across the table and bounces with a metallic "Doink!" off the side of Ranger's head.
"hey monk you could of delt matters in a better way then throwing a plate like a childish kid"
Oi, why dont you quiet yer yap before I make you kiss da floor ya saddle brained nancy pants!
OI WHERE'S MUH MEAL!
"wheres My food were wiery travlers and im soo hungry i could eat this place to the floor" As his stumich growled so loude that people looked to see what it was
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Hak looks at you confused. "Whut you Softies talk bout? Plenty of food right here!" He points at the half-eaten pig still on the table, before tearing off another hunk of gristly meat.
"Good food! FREE food! Eat up!"
"ya, food that could be poisened. Never Mind that"
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Minutes pass, and you see Ezmeralda approaching your table, loaded down with a huge tray of food. As she passes another table, one of the patrons bumps her and sends her flying. Your food crashes down onto a group of rowdy looking men sitting at the table to your right, who leap to their feet.
"Stupid woman!" A tall, muscular human barks. "Learn how to use those feet of yours you fat cow!"
As Ezmeralda attempts to return to her feet, the man gives her a swift kick to the stomach, sending her back to the floor. All conversation suddenly stops, and all eyes turn towards the man.
However, nobody seems to be attempting to stop him.
gets up walks towards the waitress helps her up
"she feel because of that guy who triped her"points to the man that bumped her
OI THAT WAS MUH FOOD
Darnek's eyes burn with the sight of the lost food as he stands and charges the oaf attempting to pummel he who kicked the waitress.
gets up walks towards the waitress helps her up
"she feel because of that guy who triped her"points to the man that bumped her
"you really cant just pin point the falt on her you big oafs always thing with your muscles rather than the muscle in your head "
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The man turns to Raistlin with a scowl.
"Hey pal! I wasn't done teaching that clumsy oaf a lesson! Maybe you want some of this too?"
He gives you a hard shove, sending you stumbling back a foot or two, but before he can react further, Darnek clotheslines him with a shout of OI!
Caught off guard, the man does a half-flip backwards and crashes into a table which collapses beneath his weight. Three other men that were sitting with him leap to their feet and start grabbing for nearby objects: Bottles, chairs, mugs, forks, anything that might be used as a weapon.
Jumps up will drawing bow.Aiming for the closest guy that just got up
Acting initiative order is:
Ranger
Raistlin & Hak
Darnek
Dur
Thugs
Ranger, you're up first. Name your actions. You may take 1 Standard Action & 1 Move Action per turn, or 1 Full Round Action.
notched arrow and aim for the torso of the nearest guy and let loose. Moved to the closeest table to my right
after regaining my balance
"so you think you can just push me around" i start to chant something and point my finger towards the guy closes to me
Hak leaps to his feet and cracks his knuckles, before grabbing a metal beer stein off a nearby table. "It's CLOBBERIN' TIME!"
He rushes forward and lays a wicked right cross into the nearest miner.
Darnek prepares his stunning blow to the thug closest to him and swings forward putting the momentum of his training into the attack!
TAKE THAT YA ROCK POUNDING WANKS!
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Dur leaps from the table chittering loudly, and reaches into a rucksack for his trusted weapon. After a moment, he pulls out an impossibly large looking treebranch-- one that is even bigger than he himself is. Taking it in both hands, he lets out a shrill goblinoid war cry.
"SMASHEM DA TOESES!"
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The first thug groans loudly from the pile of rubble that once was a table.
His friends advance forward looking for a little payback, when suddenly Ranger leaps to his feet. His bow flies to his hands, and an arrow rockets from it with a satisfying "Twang!" He strikes one of the muscular man's associates in the stomach, doubling him over with a cry of pain, right before a bolt of magical energy smashes him in the face, sending him backwards.
At almost the same time, Hak leaps to his feet and cracks a random taverngoer across the face with a beer stein, not seeming to care that this person is a simple observer, and not part of the original group.
Chaos erupts in the tavern as the second thug's life bleeds out of him through the arrow wound in his stomach. He lets out a sickly gurgle and stops moving, making it painfully obvious to onlookers that he is very, very dead.
Screams erupt from the waitresses, and in the blink of an eye taverngoers begin stampeding for the door. Even the two remaining thugs have given a second thought to dying over a stupid bar brawl, and have fled.
Darnek pounces on one of the thugs as he flees, striking him hard in the back of the skull, which drops him to his knees, dazed.
Next round actions now.
noticing the other two running
"hey where you going you are the ones that started it all"
Darnek picks the stunned man up by the collar. "I think dis one said he's gonna pay for all da repairs 'ere. And I think he's gonna buy every one 'ere a drink! and women for Hak!
Stops to look at what the damage is and to see if enyone is hurt. Will making sure the thug hit with the missile isnt coming to stabb enyone
shakes head back and forth
"man i hate people who start stuff and then run"
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Ranger:
Darnek: The man groans but does not respond to you in any way. He is half unconscious from your strike and seems very disoriented.
Ezmeralda runs up and hugs you each in turn, thanking you all profusely for saving her.
The combat has now ended.
sits down
"well take the guys pouch and then we can use that money to get us our food"
"well we should get some now Im even hungrer. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh man"
Darnek places the man down on the bar.
"Dis bloke here said ale for all, sorry bout the mess and give us blokes some women and food. Well Women for Hak. Dese other guys wouldn't know wot to do with a woman if it touched them crossways.
walks to the guy that darnek just laied on the bar
"lets see how much money you have on you"
"I think im going to die from starvation. ahhhhhhhhhhhh" Stomch gave out the ludest growl that could have been heard around the world.
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The bartender looks at you in a mix of shock and confusion. "L..l..Listen fellers, I don't want nos touble, 'hear? I'll take yer word this man'll pay for the damages, but I'd like y'all to leave my establishment now."
Darnek's thug has a small pouch worth 15 silver.
Everyone make listen check, DC 10.
"what the heck is going on outsude?" As im heading toward the door ijnoring the bartender
Darnek heads outside to look.
WOTS ALL DIS DEN!?