"If there's nothing else, let's hurry on to the next trouble spot!"
As the group travels back and forth to the well Somer takes a look at the potions to see if he can work out what effect they would have.
"Anyone want to take these acid flasks? I am not much for throwen weapons." If no one takes them Somer will stash them for later.
"I am not either, do we go to the bar next?"
The Killin’ Ground is a popular bar in Trunau known for its moonshine. The architecture of the tavern is unique—a retractable canvas roof and a 1-foot gap separating the walls from the ground allow rain to clean the establishment’s floors.
Inside, you see the barkeep on the floor, seemingly dead. A half-orc and two humans sit at the bar, drinking moonshine. They do not see you yet.
Derrik will enter the bar, holding his Morning star low but his shield at ready height.
"Good day gentlemen, are you seeking reprieve in here from the attacks out the door? Is the good owner dead when you arrived?"
Somer slips in behind him with a smile assuming that, if they are local, he will recognize them since he lives in the town. He cannot bring himself to attempt joviality but does his best to look non-threatning.
"What?!? Now who are you all?"
Tam warily keeps an eye out in case these strangers have any friends who might be lurking around for an ambush - he especially looks up at the roof outside, and the rafters inside.
Somer, sword in hand, addresses the men. They do not look familiar to him so he begins to think the worst.
"We are protecting this town. It is not safe here. Move along if you are looking for a safe spot we can help with that. Ether way last call has come and gone."
"Last call for you (hic), I think."
"Gentelmen, this is a mistake you are making. We are in a time of crisis so I am sorry if you are just drunks."
Somer takes a step forward and slashes at the pink thug with a two handed strike.
Balmir's patience is running thin so at the sign of threat he springs into action. He makes directly for the closest enemy, unslinging his waraxe as he goes, and chops at the man.
Two of the foes go down very quickly.
I posted this before, but it seems to have been eaten. You did not find any others lurking in the shadows or rafters.
You did, however, see the "dead" bar owner look up briefly as you entered the bar, and then went back to playing dead.
Derrik will move into block the Orc from leaving and allow his friends in.
"You are giving your Kin a bad name here, There are plenty of other half orcs who live here peacefully."
Remain in total defense.
"You're a mean little one, ain't ya!"
Red turns and makes a swing at Mouser, but you can see he is a bit drunk. Perhaps very drunk.
The half-orc is knocked unconscious, .
He is unconscious so I don't think you need an acrobatics roll. ;)
As soon as the half-orc drops to the ground unconscious Balmir steps up and swings his massive waraxe at the prone body. "I hate orcs! Hate orcs!"
Derrik will run over to see if the Orc is dead,
"I understand your hatred of Orcs and I can relate but maybe he has information prior to ending his life."
"I wish we could have questioned him but I am glad that is one less threat."
Derrik will check on the others in the bar despite what happens to the orc
Somer smiles at Derrik.
"Very open minded but they were looting and people are attacking. Maybe we can save you another one to speak with. Shall we head to the front?"
Tam points. "I think the bartender was just playing dead."
The half-orc is quite dead. The bartender, however, is not, and pops up when Tamxander outs him.
"Please, don't kill me!"
When he realizes who you are, though, the barkeep thanks you and offers you alchemical remedies for your trouble. In addition to free drinks for life at the Killin’ Ground, he gives you two potions of remove sickness and two vials of soothe syrup.
It is probably not safe for him to remain here.
Derrik will take 1 of each unless people want him to take both.
"will you be safe here? The Militia has set up a first aid station to the west of here." Derrik will look around the room. "Is there anyone else you have seen that needs help?"
While the others talk to the bartender and thank him for the potions Somer quickly searches the bodes of those they have just dispatched.
With the fight over, Balmir calms down a little bit. He watches the discussion between the bartender and the others. "You guys can carry the potions. They'll just get in my way." He peeks outside at the growing flames and smoke. "We need to get moving, get moving."