[5e] Descent into Avernus (Inactive)

Game Master mishima


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AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

The priest frowns even harder at the Ghost comment... truth be told it seems frowning is his default expression... with varying degrees of 'disapproval' thrown in for good measure.

He seems to go through an internal struggle or debate before giving a slight shrug.


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Thrown out, or distracted?


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1
Donal the Seeker wrote:
Thrown out, or distracted?

"Huh? Out of the room, so someone can go into the room." The lightfoot cannot believe he has to elaborate the play.

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

Gorn suddenly realizes he doesn't know the layout well enough, but he also doesn't know what wine to pair with...whatever it turns out he'll be eating.

"Ah, does the upstairs also have a finely stocked bar? Oh my, I seem to have drained my flagon dry. Might I have more libation?"

He holds out an empty hand that hasn't held a libation yet and waits to see what get put in it.

Also, that crab-eye-stalk was salty. Like, really salty. Makes one wonder what natural flavor they were trying to cover.


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As the party chats away, a few other patrons huddle around Alan's parchment to take a look at the translated elfsong. Even at first, their interpretations are banal and lacking the slightest academic influence. But as the truly wasted join the fun, the critique completely devolves into raw and predictable jokes of bums and balls. The Companion was a giant second sun that could be seen for miles, hovering above Elturel. A great shining orb that could melt vampires faces instantly...it was ripe for comedy.

One of the servant boys quickly notices Gorn's empty hand and hustles over "What'll it be then? We have a Westgate Ruby Wine, Golden Sands Brew, Suz-ale, Old One Eye Beer, Saerloonian Topaz Wine, or maybe a Tanagyr's Stout? There's even a keg of Troll Shit if you're feeling adventurous."

Around then a completely punch-drunk 20 something man loudly clomps down the stairs, missing the very last and falling flat on his face. He picks himself up as if it was nothing and you notice he mysteriously has no eyebrows... He points directly at your servant, shouting over everyone "'Nother round of Saerloonians for the champions o' Bones!"

"You got it Fane. On the Queen's tab I imagine..."

"Yessir!" he smiles happily.

Insight 15:
This drunk from upstairs apparently called Fane is pretending to be much more drunk than he actually is.

Perception 15:
When the drunk takes his fall, you notice a split a second pause he exploits to glance under the party's table, lingering on everyones weapons at belt.

Need map details?:

You can wander around or chat someone here to learn:
1 Taproom (current location)
2 Smoking Lounge frequented by fishers
3 Green Dragon Room (private dining)
4 Storage Alcove (oils and syrups)
5 Storage Room (everything else, including cleaning and mending supplies)
6 Kitchen
7 Upstairs Dining and Gaming (Tarina's last reported location)
8 Umber Hulk Room (private dining)
9 Fancy Guest Suite (unoccupied)
10 Displacer Beast Room (private dining)
11 Master Suite (Oshalla)
12 Normal Guest Rooms (occupied)
13 Alan's Room


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Insight: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

He's clueless and out of his depth...

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

Insight!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Perception!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Why if the Champion of Bones is drinking the finest Saerloonian Topaz Wine, then I must needs have a leathern jack of it!" Gorn calls out, hot on the heals of actually-mostly-sober Fane.

"Greetings to you, good Fane, and thy sophisticated pallet. I am Gorn and I am new to this place. If you will forgive the intrusion, what exactly are you the champion of? What is this 'Bones' that I've heard so much about but that you are so clever as to be its master?"


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"Ahoy! Never seen a Fist who didn't throw Bones. You sharkin' me, eh? Or fresh recruit maybe...?" grinning. "Dice game, like Thabort or Traitor's Heads. But the target is 21 instead of 36, got it? It'll make sense if you try it, and it'll make even more sense after that wine. Fine choice, Saerloonian. Those Sembites don't mess around when it comes to the grape. Skrawldar Fane, shipwright." offering a hand to Gorn, and nodding polite greetings to others.

The servant soon produces a leather tankard as requested for Gorn, and carries a platter of 7 simpler wooden vessels upstairs.


Female High Elf/ PP 13, AC 17, HP 22/21, Action Surge 1/1 Fighter / 2, (Saves) STR +4, DEX +1, CON +4, WIS +1, CHA +0

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20 Insight

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 Perception

Mylvani raises a delicate eyebrow and looks at the new arrival. "Well...well...well. What have we here? Have you discovered what information you were looking for in your poorly disguised stupor"?

"Perhaps we'll join you upstairs and see what the fuss is all about".

She then pulls Mal aside.

Mal

Spoiler:

While I'm not opposed to side missions when the time is right, it is I believe overly obvious if things begin to happen right after your strange communication with the proprietor. I say we continue with our original mission right now, and perhaps readdress the other situation after the clientele's memory fades a bit".


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Mylvani:
Mal whispers, "what are you talking about? Our contact still hasn't showed up. All this stuff is normal entertainment and distractions for this tavern. We're waiting as fast as we can right now. Why not make some coin?"


Female High Elf/ PP 13, AC 17, HP 22/21, Action Surge 1/1 Fighter / 2, (Saves) STR +4, DEX +1, CON +4, WIS +1, CHA +0

Mal:

Spoiler:

And have you cased the entire joint? Do you know our contact is not upstairs? Do you even know what is upstairs? Is there another entrance to the room in question? Do we storm the room or use subterfuge? A moment's thought is worth an hour's action... don't you agree? I would think the resident of that room will still be there later... and if not then that's even better... patience my friend.


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Mal replies by getting up and returning to the bar with his drink. He concludes that this squad leader wants to find excuses not to make side coin, so he'll cultivate his own opportunities.

He offers to the barkeep, "Looks like the sun might break through the clouds. How's your roof? Any leaks if it rains?"

Thieves Cant to Alan:
"My Fist leader is thinking about your opportunity."

"How long will it take Tarina to come downstairs? If she escaped out of her room window, which side of the tavern should I watch?"


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Insight: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Uncommonly fascinated by his mug, Donal misses most of the conversation...


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The jig being up, Fane tries to shrug it off "Aha...well, mayhaps not much longer I won't have to pretend?"

Later, Alan reacts to Mal "West side used to have problems, but was fixed years ago."

Thieves Cant:
Cant uses a counterclockwise cipher for cardinal directions, so he means south side.

There isn't anything blocking you guys from going/checking upstairs. I may have misunderstood that you were expecting her to come down.


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Thats how I understood it... I may have misunderstood


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Yes. I thought we were waiting for Tarina to come downstairs. Were we supposed to go upstairs?


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Na, there's no reason you'd have to. I was a little confused but its all good, one Tarina coming right up...

After an unusual amount of time, a waif-like woman saunters down the stairs with a wooden tankard in hand. She pauses a moment at the last step, her other hand inches from a scimitar at her side. She has the trademark sunburn of one constantly at sea, the light striking her from both above and below. "Well. Just what have I done to earn the attention of a small squad of Fist?"


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Grim information sought for dark days... and our inquiries are not for every open ear or rumour monger. Perhaps a private booth would be best, the priest suggests.


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She glances around at Evendur's comment, perhaps gauging how closely others are paying attention. Tossing her head to the side, the motion indicates an empty dining booth. Assuming you follow her inside, she slides the door about 3 quarters shut and lowers her voice "Information eh? Doesn't often come without a price. You sure you can afford me?" she smirks, but it fades fast as she realizes "Or what is this...blackmail? You think you have something on me?"

Tarina's black eyes narrow, expecting the worst.


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Donal notices his crew heading off to a booth, but he stays put, keeping an eye for those with uncommon interest...

Wisdom (Insight): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Not noticing anything, he scoops up his drink and heads to follow...


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AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Persausion: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

I would prefer if you saw this as help rendered for the common good... a decrease in people, in Customers, he says lingering on the word, benefits you or your business not at all. Especially if the people we seek grow too powerful and directly threaten you.

He pauses to grasp for words.

See it as... see it as weeding your garden.

His voice drops to a whisper that could only be heard within the booth.

Cults of The Dead Three are moving, growing emboldened by the chaos and the fate of Eltruel that feeds the desperate and fearful into their arms. They are worse than maggots feasting on a rotten corpse - they are a malady that if left unchecked will grow like a pus filled boil that will fester below our feet until it is too late to lance without great pain.

His expression and voice shift to pained urgency.

We would like every clue or rumour you have that may lead us to them... disappearances maybe, ill omened scratchings or paintings in certain neighbourhoods, strange sightings of undead, disturbed burial grounds and the like.


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

The lightfoot gravitates to the table that Tarina is at when she shows. He listens to his squad members chat with her and adds his two coppers.

"Old one-eye says hi. We're looking for information on the three funerals to attend."

Thieves Cant:
"Captain Zodge says you owe him a favor. He wants to collect. He wants you to tell us everything you know on the Dead Three. He wants us to clean them out."


Female High Elf/ PP 13, AC 17, HP 22/21, Action Surge 1/1 Fighter / 2, (Saves) STR +4, DEX +1, CON +4, WIS +1, CHA +0

Vanni smiles to herself as the priest takes the lead on the negotiation.

Good. Good. This group shows balance which is important for full effectiveness. Let's see where this goes. She then nods again as Mal adds his comment.

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

Apologies. I think we had a ragweed outbreak here and my allergies killed me dead.

"Gorn Steelbreaker," Gorn replied to Skrawldar Fane, grasping the offered hand. Then his eyes light up in surprise and wonder as the proffered Saerloonian does indeed hold up to its reputation.

"I am intrigued by this dice game that you speak of and mayhap I could try my hand...at...." his voice trails off as the target of their purpose for being here slinks down the steps and quickly grasps most of the squad in her air of mystery and danger.

"Ah, apologies, friend Fane. Alas but work must needs intrude. Suffice one I've finally made this city safe for civilized folk like us I shall see you again for a game of Bones." Lifting his cup in salute he makes his way over to the table where Tarina is holding court.

"Aye, my brother-in-arms Grim has the right of it," he rumbles in support. "We've a job to do and its in our mutual interest to be pointed at the right ones to crush.

And my name is Gorn, at yer service." He salutes with his drink, and takes a polite sip, savoring the taste.

I'd say I'm giving Grim advantage on Persuasion, but it looks like he don't need none!


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Tarina seems skeptical at first, not especially moved by Grim's appeal to pragmatic business. "Murders are quite lucrative if you know who and when. Look, I don't have any clues or rumors..." she lets it linger a bit, popping a grape in her mouth before adding "No, I know exactly where they are hiding..."

But suddenly there's a scuffle at the entrance, and you watch the bodyguard Skoona and her leftover soup take flight across the taproom. Her landing isn't the most graceful, striking a table with her jowls and flipping its contents. She appears to be out cold on the floor.

Promptly, eight motley humans saunter into the tavern. The obvious leader is a brawny man with a cloudy right eye, a cruel sneer, and a pirate's swagger. The others are an unsavory, rowdy bunch who act as if they own the place, taking drinks and crab cakes as they please.

"We're looking for an old friend of ours," bellows out the dead-eyed man. He even sniffs the air. "Goin' by the name 'Tarina,' or so I’m told. Loves to cheat at Baldur's Bones."

The drunk on the couch bolts awake and makes for a window, but the dead-eyed man tosses a dagger, pinning his cloak to the wall. "That's fair. I didnay say don't move. But don't move."

They cant see you or Tarina at the moment because you are huddled inside the private room with the screen door mostly closed.

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

"Well that's great, so if you could just tell us every--" Gorn's equally direct embrace of the forthcoming knowledge is cut short by the part crashers.

As Skoona briefly impersonates the largest bird ever, Gorn mumbles, "It's downright scary how many times that happens to girls I like," as he rises from his seat.

"I guess it's time to go play heroes...or whatever it is we've been drafted to be," he says exiting the room and marching out.

Gorn takes up space. No one is debating that. And he knows it. It's a bit of a disadvantage when he's checking if his courant électrique saucée has enough oregano while also trying to stir his au jus in a too-small cooking space, but at times like this, he finds it sort of helpful.

"I'm Tarina," he boldly states while flexing his huge pectoral muscles. "I've been working out a bit from when we met last, and I don't like you any more since then. But if you kindly make like a tree and get outa here, I won't hafta show you my new BFF."

Shellcracker still rests easily in his off hand, like a dozing elephant that takes no notice of the naughty mice in the tall grass.


Female High Elf/ PP 13, AC 17, HP 22/21, Action Surge 1/1 Fighter / 2, (Saves) STR +4, DEX +1, CON +4, WIS +1, CHA +0

Mylvani eyes her beverage a bit dismayed that it will warm up while she takes care of things, but rises with a sigh to see what the hubbub is all about.

She plainly displays her Flaming Fist insignia.

"Well...well...well... what have we here. This seems to be a matter of disturbing the peace and general rabble rousing. I'm afraid I'm going to have to agree with... Tarina here and ask you to depart... either with all your teeth, and functioning body parts, or without".

She then twirls and spins her double-bladed Scimitar in a flourish. "Your Choice".

1d20 ⇒ 1 Intimidate.

Dang. Should have put something into Intimidate as a Flaming Fister.


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Remember we do this for you and repay us in return appropriately, the priest says to Tarina before backing up Gorn.

Trouble Tarina?, he says to the huge Barbarian.

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

"Nah, no trouble, Grim," Gorn says, acknowledging the WarCleric with a nod. "Just some posers that can't take 'I'm just not that in to you' as an answer.

You know how men are," he rumbles, following it with a deep baritone chuckle.


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Mal moves close to Tarina letting the big Fists handle the interruption. ”Please continue.”


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Tarina nods at Grim in the dining room, sliding her scimitar slowly from its exotic sheathe.

1d100 ⇒ 92

One of the goonies backing up Dead-eye actually believes the barbarian chef "Holy shit, Lekard! She's quaffed one of them-there gender bendin' potions!"

Dead-eye simply facepalms as visibly as a hardened pirate can facepalm at his dumb mate's inference.

But as Mylvanni's threat falls flat, the intruders don't even wait for the elven flourish to finish before a full blown melee erupts in the taproom.

Init Rolls:

Donal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Evendur: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Gorn: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Malaric: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Mylivanni: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Tiberius: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Dead-eye: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Goons: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Round 1:
Gorn, Mylivanni, Donal, Tiberius, Malaric <--UP
Dead-eye, Goons
Evandur

Initiative order matters to me, its something I track. But most of the time (when there's not really any spell effects) it doesn't make a difference. For all intents and purposes, you guys can post in any order when on the same 'line'.


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You guys are all within 30ft of each other and the bad guys. Malaric and Tarina (real one) are farthest, being still in the dining room. Cover exists in the form of numerous tables/chairs and other bar room stuff you might expect. There are crowds of people you might have to wriggle through at times.

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

Inwardly Gorn sighs. He actually doesn't want to fight. He wanted to just be left alone, baking pastries, and maybe, sometimes, a nice quiche. But, thus is the times we live in. One can not look like him and -not- spend much of his time bashing in those that really, really need to be bashed. Is this how beautiful girls feel when they are constantly beseiged by men's attentions? He'll have to ask Skoona later.

Okay, well, maybe he likes bashing people a little bit.

"I'm gonna crack you open and see if your inside is as dumb as your outside," Gorn says, feeling his battleheart rise within him. "Someone try and take someone alive. I'm...not very good at that."

And then he surrenders to the BERSEKER RAGE.

Shellcracker Attack!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Shellcracker Damage!: 2d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3, 3) + 3 + 2 = 11

Unfortunately he hasn't actually done much fighting, and his exuberance causes him to overextend the swing.

Rage rounds: 1/10


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Donal sighs, looking at his drink. It does not even look like he has noticed his friends have left, but he stands up and slides his shield off his back and unhooks his hammer.

Ready my shield, as an action.


Female High Elf/ PP 13, AC 17, HP 22/21, Action Surge 1/1 Fighter / 2, (Saves) STR +4, DEX +1, CON +4, WIS +1, CHA +0

"You have made your choice...now you bleed".

The graceful elf now resolved to end this combat as quickly and with as little loss to her new crew as possible, steps into the combat her face grim, and her blades whirring about.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Blade 1
2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4 Slice 1

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14 Blade 2
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 Slice 2

But finds the crowded bar is not the easiest place to wield her large, but graceful blade.

If she can move and make room without causing an AoO she will, if not she'll try to position herself without leaving the threatened zone to give others more room.


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Mal mirrors the spy and slides his better shortsword from its shabby sheath. He then pulls the other shortsword its worse sheath and gets on the balls of this feet like his mentor taught him.

Use object to unsheath one & Move action to unsheath two

Action to ready an attack if threatened in melee: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d6 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7


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Round 1:
Gorn, Mylivanni, Donal, Tiberius, Malaric <--UP
Dead-eye, Goons
Evandur

Not sure Tiberius is around, but will give a little more time for him to make a first post.


dragonborn(red) Sorcerer 3 (storm) HP: 21/21| AC: 13 | Saves: Str: +1, Dex: +2, Con: +4, Int: +1, Wis: +0, Cha:+5| Resist (fire)

Apologies, I made a post the other day, but it seems the boards ate it. Ah well.

Tibs was on his way to try and quell the rising confrontation when he himself had to deal with an unruly and very drunk patron. sufficiently dealing with the interruption, he returns his attention to the mess at hand, which seems to have scaled into an all out brawl.

Well, seems people just can't rest easy without injuring themselves.

He moves around the edge of the brawl, trying to find a good line up for his breath weapon. Once in a spot he deems adequate he says,

Scuse me, pardon me, ah, yes good sir, if you'd be so kind. Yes, stand just there. Then lets out a gout of purple flame from his maw, rolling over them and the building.

He is hoping to try and get about 4 or more, its a 15ft cone.

fire breath: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9 9 fire damage, DC 13 reflex for half.


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As Gorn surrenders to his berserk fury, Chenna Fatrabbit (the halfling executive chef) raises more than one eyebrow at the sight of his oversized crab mallet being improvised as a modern anti-piracy tool. But when the attack appears to be more reminisent of 'flounder' than crab, she promptly opens an empty storage cabinet and shuts herself cozily inside for safety.

Donal dons his fighting gear, watching the level of his half-quaffed drink sway with the weight of the salty corsairs.

Mylivanni bravely steps forward to challenge Dead-eye, but as the elven flourish explodes directly in his ugly face, she realizes this sea captain might be a bit more than she bargained for. He dodges the first strike completely, and the second is easily parried with the slightest scuff on his leather bracer. The ease with which he defeated these attacks gives him a slight grin, and he prods "Who ye think ye be, ol' Timoth Eyebright? Not fancy enough fer me, elf."

History 12 (Timoth Eyebright):
Timoth Eyebright was a centaur hero from Tethyr known for his double-bladed sword about 100 years ago. Most notably, he repelled the assault of gargoyles and kenkus spewing out of an interdimensional wormhole above Waterdeep during the Year of Shadows. There's a song about him, and some notable horse jokes.

DBS is new to me, and I wasn't sure if ability mod applied on bonus attack. After a bit of research, I'm going to say yes indeed it does. If anyone has something to add, please use the discussion thread. :)

Mal and real-Tarina hunker down in the private dining nook, blades at the ready. Tarina seems a bit nervous but is trying to present a tough visage, whispering "Captain Cadavrus is no joke...I wouldn't stand a chance against him in a fair fight. His is the Uncivil Serpent, dread of the naval siege with its Mangonel..."

Tiberius pushes himself through the patrons as far and as quickly as he can, his draconic instincts subconsciously calculating the perfect source to unleash his hellish heritage...

How many: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

...ultimately catching the captain and 5 of his crew in a deadly burst of superheated plasma.

Dead-eye reflex: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Pirate reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Pirate reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Pirate reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Pirate reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Pirate reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

"Aieeeeeeee!!! shrieks of primal terror deafen you as 3 of the goons are burnt incredibly badly, their faces now sloughing off their heads disgustingly as the fluids that regulate any normal physiological function have reached exiting new temperatures their Creator never thought of.

The only 2 spared of the flame seem to be standing guard out at the entrance, blocking anyone from leaving...

Wha..? Outside? Perception 12, or PP 12:
The other bouncer was a suit of animated armor roughly resembling an ogre. It seems the pirates have it disarmed and bound with crusty ropes just outside the front windows.

The furniture isn't spared the heat and combusts instantly, with 2 tables and a few chairs in a full-on blaze. Untempered glasses shatter instantly and belch their booze over the flames with a *hisss* as smoke starts to snake its way towards the ceiling. "F$+&, a fire!" they shout uselessly looking for alternative escape routes, with only a few diehards taking the time to finish their drink.

Foe hp tracker:

Dead-eye -4
Pirate1 -4
P2 -9
P3 -9
P4 -9
P5 -4
P6 not wounded
P7 not wounded

Round 1:
Gorn, Mylivanni, Donal, Tiberius, Malaric
Dead-eye, Goons <--UP
Evandur


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Intelligence (History): 1d20 ⇒ 9

Wisdom (Perception): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Welp, if this isn't an ominous start, I don't know what is...


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Surveying the carnage from the dragonborn's flame, Dead-eye intones "Now look what ye did. Those men'll have to pay port whores triple with mugs like that. *tch* LISTEN UP! You scallywags still have a chance...we just want Tarina not this soon-to-be-gutted Fist trash, whoever gives her up will have some new friends..." he points to the bar where the bartender used to be standing but has since mysteriously disappeared "...and we'll toast with a round o' Suz-ales, ye have me word."

Insight 12:
A quick survey of the frightened tavern goers (the ones you can see anyways) reveals a spectacled gnome (eating a breakfast of coffee and waffles of all things with absurdly exaggerated manners) who strokes his beard and furrows his brows in such a way that indicates he is seriously considering taking up the pirate on his offer. Luckily he still has a mouthful to work through before he can politely say anything.

The merely smoking pirates start making their way around the taproom (one going north, one going east), it looks like they will be opening up the private rooms and checking various knooks and crannies. "Come out come out wherever you are..."

At their current speed the one going east (P1) might reach real-Tarina in a round or 2.

The face-melted pirates on the other hand seem to make killing Tiberius their new goal in life (what short bit they have left, that is). Only 2 can reach him quickly though, the third slipping on Skoona's spilled soup embarrassingly. *Someone's day just went from bad to worse.* he thought to himself as he lay on the floor.

P2 scimitar vs Tib: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7 miss
P3 scimitar vs Tib: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 miss

As they feared, their skin simply doesn't have the elasticity for a proper diagonal rising cut, with one of their scimitars flying across the room taking the scorched hand skin with it. A middle-aged woman hunkering nearby obviously not accustomed to the myriad of gores of fighting men loses her lunch, spewing forth soggy chunks of crab cake. "Hold it together, Myrtle!" she tells herself.

In the center of the action is Dead-eye, engaged with Gorn and Mylivanni...and by the looks of it soon to be Donal. The captain drops a no-longer-concealed dagger into his other hand and moves in to quickly slit both their throats...

Multiatk1(Scimitar) vs Myl: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Multiatk2(Scimitar) vs Myl: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Multiatk3(Dagger) vs Gorn: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

...somehow catching the elven bodyguard with a unrefined, yet effective slash.

Dmg to Myl: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

But she seems to be a quick learner, and easily deflects the followup counterswing with an ancient elven technique. Meanwhile, Gorn is behaving so irrationally (in his berserk fury) that he tries to bite the blade of the dagger as it nears his throat (subconsciously taste testing) completely foiling the attempt.

Party hp will be tracked in my tracker, but of course feel free to track it yourselves as well. I make mistakes a lot.

Mylivanni 8/12

Round 1:
Gorn, Mylivanni, Donal, Tiberius, Malaric
Dead-eye, Goons
Evandur <--UP

Evandur is up, but all others can also post for round 2. Everyone is still within 30 ft of each other, the only exception being Mal and Tarina being more like 45 ft to the pirate who went north to search.
Myl and Gorn are in melee with Dead-eye (Donal and Evandur could easily engage as well if they wished). 2 of the lesser and quite wounded goons are engaged with Tiberius. Foes in melee would have half-cover from any would be ranged attacks (without repositioning). Also, one pirate is laying prone on the floor near a puddle of vomit.


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Wisdom (Insight): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Wow, this is the worst slump of rolling for a long time... Hopefully, it won't last though...

Donal follows one of the singed ones, passing by the prone one, and swings at his head! Warmace (Warhammer): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8Advantage: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14If 14 hits...: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

EDIT: Going for K.O., if it takes him down.


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AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Evendur moves to intercept pirate 1, drawing his sword as he goes... then attacks with a cold lack of emotion, like a lumberjack hacking wood.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Bonus action: Warpriest attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 crit 1d8 ⇒ 5... 16 total... guessing that will do it.

His first cut across the mans torso doubles him up... leaving him open for the next strike , which takes his head from his shoulders.

I apologise my Friend. Bid greetings to Kelemvor for me, he intones making a reverent gesture over the corpse.

Silver Crusade

Init:+3 | Perc: +5| Insp = | +5/d8+3|Shillelagh| Berries: | Shape: 2/2|W:+6 D:+4 C:+4 Druid 3 {Circle of the M00n}| AC 16 | HP 27/27 | 1st: 3/4 2nd: 2/2

'I once drank a Steel margarita. It tasted much the same way,' Gorn thinks, the inner critic in him giving it 2 stars out of five. Would not lick dagger again.

"Fish trash am I?!" Gorn bellows, his great maul swinging about him, weaving a web of STEEL. "You're more pathetic than a toothless watchdog! You're as ugly a maggot as any I've laid eyes upon! I hear tell yer mother were naught but a drunken harlot!"

'I always knew all those nights staying up late with dad's friends would pay off some day,' he thinks as his great hammer comes down on the crazed interloper.

Attack!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Damage!: 2d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 3 + 2 = 7


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 2/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

History: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Insight: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Mal sees the waffle-eating, spectacled gnome. The mean-looking halfling just stares and points his second shortsword at him.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

From his position next to Tarina, he whispers, "Is Captain Cadavrus connected to the Dead Three?"

Ready an Attack if threatened in melee: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8


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Female High Elf/ PP 13, AC 17, HP 22/21, Action Surge 1/1 Fighter / 2, (Saves) STR +4, DEX +1, CON +4, WIS +1, CHA +0

"Ouch!" Myl shouts looking down at the cut on her shoulder.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 History...

"Less talk... more fighting... and I have no idea who you're talking about.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 Insight

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16 Leading Blade
2d4 + 2 ⇒ (4, 1) + 2 = 7 Edge of death

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Follow up blade
1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Faith sealer

That 12 is the highest I've rolled for any character in the past few days. Who broke the Dice roller :-)


dragonborn(red) Sorcerer 3 (storm) HP: 21/21| AC: 13 | Saves: Str: +1, Dex: +2, Con: +4, Int: +1, Wis: +0, Cha:+5| Resist (fire)

Tiberius clears his throat as he parries the two mens strikes with his staff.

Ah, terribly sorry, seems I've lost my touch... Hadn't intended you to suffer.

He says as he lashes out at one of them with his staff. Aiming for the side of their head.

attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6


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Evandur astonishingly decapitates the searcher in a swift and effortless motion. From the rolling head's point of view, it at last catches the slightest glimpse of Tarina's boot through the screen...but as consciousness departed the head, the black heel of the boot slowly morphed into the black eye of a Zakharan hama, the spectral bird of the pirate's homeland that would guide him to the Fugue Plane. P1 quite dead "Cripes cap'n, they took the bosun's head!" his mate exclaimed.

Gorn meanwhile traded insults with the captain fueled by pure berserk fury, the efficacy of which was clear in his followup strike with the great crab mallet. If the pirate had a exoskeletal shell (and some butter dipping sauce), he would be probably be ready to eat. But the churners hadn't made their delivery this tenday, so a swelling purplish green bruise was instead the result. "*grunt huff*...the hell you protecting that cheating b~$%! for. She'll screw you over in the end, mark my words...cold as winter's shadow."

Mylivanni's leading blade was sure to be a slice of law, but the hardened captain suddenly shifted the grip on his scimitar, turning his entire body into a masterful parry...almost as if his previous movements had intentionally brought her blade to this point. She wouldn't fall for that again.

Meanwhile the Tormtar, perhaps remembering Ilmater's spiritual guidance as it were in that holy alliance known as The Triad, avoided the skillful melee instead providing a quick path to rest for the suffering, prone pirate. At least one arrest seemed assured. P2 unconscious

Tiberius nearby quite politely denied the corsair's lust for vengeance, a quick jab of his hickory stick fatally cracking the skull open like a waterlogged treasure chest. The other goon harrying the dragonborn winced (which must be a painful procedure considering the state of his face flesh) and a sort of boyish sorrow emanated from his eyes as his shipmate falls.P3 dead

Malaric revealed his location by sticking a sword out the nearly closed screen, but its unclear if anyone noticed the blade at such an atypical height with all the commotion. The gnome meanwhile blew on his coffee, as it was a little too hot to drink quickly (despite its most delightful mind enhancing properties), unsure what to make of the curious pointy steel directed at him. He always had a hard time making friends, perhaps the pirates offer was a chance to turn things around and prove his mother wrong.

Real-Tarina gave a hushed response "Him? Na...its just personal." her eyes glued to the captain through the sliding door. "He thinks I cheated him out of a season's take. And he's right." she snickers "...dont know why hes being such a sissy though, that ring and those necklaces? Looks like he's doing alright."

Foe hps:

Dead-eye -4-7
P1 (dead)
P2 (KOd)
P3 (dead)
P4 -9
P5 -4
P6 not wounded
P7 not wounded

Round 2:
Gorn, Mylivanni, Donal, Tiberius, Malaric
Dead-eye, Goons <--UP
Evandur


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Evendur sighs, disappointment evident they hadn't broken and fled yet...

Why are we doing this the hard way... a waste.

He strides forward towards the nearest foe.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 for 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

His swing is half hearted, almost theatrically wide over the top of his opponent's head.

1 to hit... but max damage... figures :D


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"I got her, I got her!" exclaimed the other searching pirate (P5), dragging some random woman by the hair from a private stall to the north and holding a blade to her neck. In his defense, it was a pretty close match to the real Tarina. But as he pulled her face up for display, the green eyes gave it away. "Argh! Keep looking!" the captain ordered dismissively.

The fires continue to burn and smoke is starting to quite noticeably fill the room. The rope holding the chandelier aloft is also now on fire, threatening to drop its weight near the melee soon.Taproom is lightly obscured, disadvantage on sight perception rolls.

The commoners closest to the stairs, led by the not-so-drunk Fane, make a bolt for it, maybe thinking to use a window on the second level. One of them trips around the banister though, spilling the tavern's game-chest and little bone dice and cards go flying everywhere. At about the same time Elfsong's namesake ghost returns for another verse. I'm imagining something like Sound of Music...in elvish. The hillllls are aliiiive...

"What the hell?" a confused goon guarding the entrance exclaims (P6). "Dunno..." his mate answers (P7) "...but cap'n wont like them escapin'. Take the stable roof, I'll stay here with clunk nuts." referring to the bound animated armor.

Meanwhile, singed and alone, Tiberius' assailant makes another press...on the high seas, it was blood for blood.

P4 scimitar vs Tib: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

But the lad seems too emotionally and physically distraught to be any real threat.

Dead-eye is more than eager to return Gorn's blow. The fires dance on the mirror sheen of his blade as he employs an exotic overhand swing, an import of Kara-Tur perhaps, while keeping his dagger trained on the dual blades of Mylivanni.

Multi1 scim vs Gorn: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Multi2 scim vs Gorn: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
Multi3 dagger vs Myl: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Dmg to Gorn: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 slashing, halved from rage resistance for 4

The first slash is a feint that helps the second slip a gash down the chef's bulging tricep "Yar. You'll be flapping that tongue all ye choose as ye hang flayed off me bow." the captain promises.

Gorn 11/15
Myl 8/12

Round 3:
Gorn, Mylivanni, Donal, Tiberius, Malaric <--UP
Dead-eye, Goons
Evandur

Again, smoke and fires making it slightly harder to see. P4 is still engaged with Tiberius and badly wounded. P5 is within a move from Tiberius, Donal, Gorn and Myl with a blade to a commoners neck. P6 remains sentinel at the entrance but P7 has gone elsewhere. Dead-eye still engaged with Gorn and Myl roughly in the middle of the taproom. Some of the commoners have escaped upstairs, but 10 or so still remain here. Alan the bartender is not in sight, but he maybe ducked behind the bar. The gnome continues his meal, tapping his foot to the ghost song.

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