It could be on fire
The night is warm and the air humid, the air held close to the skin by the dark clouds that hide the stars from view. It's the sort of night where one longs for a cool nights drink and you're not far from one of the smaller bars that is run by the docks for the workers there. A rougher sort of place like the Fireside, but with it's own salty flair; and much smaller to boot.
As you walk through the docks you can hear suddenly the sounds of shouting. A guard goes running down the boardwalk towards something and in the distance you can hear yelling. Something it seems is going on down on the docks. Near the local drinking establishment if the town guard is right about where he's headed.
Such a venue is not usually to Seldan's taste, but that evening's service and a few other things have left the Silver Guard unable to sleep just yet. So, he took a walk to clear his head, and ended up getting lost as he is wont to do. The sounds of shouting get his attention, though, and if the guard senses trouble, he'd best see if he can help. He speeds up to a run and follows the guard through the unfamiliar maze that is the dock area.
Erendriel is healthy again! And is still incredibly happy about that. She walks along after dinner, exploring a new portion of the city that she hasn't been to yet. The docks. Having grown up inland, seeing the water, even in the dark, is very interesting. She casually shoots a fire ray or two at the water, testing the limits of her range.
Toha, checking things out around town between projects, watches the guardsman run by, then tears off after him. She could ask him what's up as they run, but her tribemates always got pissed when she did that so she'll just have to wait until he slows down. That breathing thing complicates so much, some times it's maddening.
However, the docks are the kind of drinking places that Nizzi definitely likes to loiter in. While it's a bit unusual for gnomes to be down around here, Nizzi is definitely not a typical gnome. Currently she's nursing a mug of stout, spotting the guard heading towards a drinking establishment... and well, the mug //is// about empty, so the gnome changes direction and wanders after the guard.
You reach the bar about the same time that the guard does and you can see instantly why he's there. There's a row going on, and what a row it is! Guardsmen have waded into the thick of a fight between what looks like the entire crew of an ourch-crewed ship and the other members of the bar which are... now largely laid out on the ground. Which is where it seems like the guards are headed. There are far more of them down than there are of the ourch at least. The largest of the ourch roars and jumps on a table as his men push forward and take down another three guards as you watch.
"I am Yulgor Bloodbear, and I say we drink where we like - AYE BOYS!" There's an answering roar from the crew.
Erendriel decides she's thirsty, and walks into the bar as there's something going on, with guards. Seeing the guards, and feeling bad for them, she walks toward Yulgor, twirling her finger, and looks up at him intensely. "If Yulgor Bloodbear drinks where he likes, then Erendriel will set fires where she likes, at Yulgor Bloodbear!" How this is going to HELP the guards, may not be clear.
GAME: Erendriel rolls intimidate: (2)+13: 15 GAME: Nizzi rolls intimidate: (10)+8: 18
Seldan follows the guard into the bar and stares in frank disbelief. They're ... fighting the guards so they can drink where they want? Erendriel makes her threat, and he looks over at her with a grin that fades after a moment. "I'm sure the keep will not thank you to burn down his establishment, my friend." No, he definitely doesn't belong down here.
Nizzi shouts back, "Yulgor Bloodbear! What glory have you done to drink where you like? I say that I, Nizzi Clickbait, know far better places to drink than this!" The gnome is... well, a gnome, but she doesn't look at all intimidated by the yrch sailors as she hops up onto a table. <yrch-speak>
And amongst the rest of the people at the bar is Stena. She's been here and she's altready a bit bruised up and battered from the fighting.
And she seems to be having the TIME. OF. HER. LIFE.
She's in a grapple with one of the oruchs /right now/.
Can't argur with that logic, honestly. Toha takes in the scene and shakes her head a little at the Oruch's declaration. People do get a little stupid around that stuff, don't they? It's a bar brawl, can't use weapons, have to keep it friendly, but if she goes into her non-lethal options it's gonna get expensive fast. Decisions, decisions.... She stows her Earthbreaker in the rings lining her Greatsword scabbard before pulling a small bag of flash powder from one of her pouches, "How does battering weaklings over beer honor Adom's code?" she hollars into the mix. <yrch-speak>
'COME THEN LITTLE WOMAN!' Yulgor beats his chest at Erendriel and then grins at Nizzi. "The fool 'keep said that we could not drink here, but I say we can! We bring the glory of battle to this /peaceful/ place!" He laughs and says peaceful as though it's an insult. "WE are not bound by Adom! We are from Bludgun come to find our brothers! And BATTLE!" <yrch-speak>
Toha considers his answer for a moment and returns the flash powder to it's pouch before she begins to approach the fray. She peels the spiked plates from her hands and puts them into some of her other pouches, still vacant after months of Guild work, then slams one fist into the other palm. Now, she's gonna beat his ass.
"There was a Goblin from Goblintown, whose pants were always falling down..." Another swig of beer, and the top of the Goblin's head can be seen. She continues to sing after she lets out a cute burp, "He tripped on a stick...but it wasn't a stick...it..was...just his really big...di.. HEY, A FIGHT!" Skribbles runs towards the row, wondering what's going on.
GAME: Erendriel casts Flare. Caster Level: 5 DC: 15
Erendriel looks up at the big guy, and giggles. "If you say so..." she then waves her hand and grins something magical, causing a bright burst of light in the middle of the fight!
"YOUR EYEBALLS STINK LIKE PISS. DID SOMEONE PISS ON YOUR FACE," yells Stena as headbutts the oruch she's fighting.
This is her idea of an insult.
Sighing, Seldan gestures, holding up a finger as if it was a candle, then blows it out and points at the large oruch with a spoken word, focusing on the tip of his nose.
GAME: Seldan casts Light. Caster Level: 1 DC: 13 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+1: (2)+1: 3 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+1: (10)+1: 11 GAME: Erendriel casts Burning Hands. Caster Level: 5 DC: 16 GAME: Erendriel rolls 5d4: (13): 13 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+1: (15)+1: 16 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+1: (6)+1: 7 GAME: Skribbles rolls reflex: (1)+4: 5 (EPIC FAIL) GAME: Stena rolls ref: (8)+3: 11
Erendriel does not feel like being fought with. So the intent it looks like the fight is going to turn her way, she brings her wrists together, opens up her hands, and shouts a magic word, blasting a cone of flames filling a good chunk of the brawl. And at that, she starts scooting toward the exit.
Skribbles tosses her mug of beer aside and grabs her warhammer. She shouts as she charges in, "SKRIBBLES....SMASH!" However, before she gets there, a cone of flames spreads out and she has to dive for cover before she's burned to a crisp. Even then she feels the flames brush over her hair. "Skribbles down!"
In spite of being stunned by the sudden light the Yulgor manages to duck under the table and evade the fire. In fact most of the oruch manage the same feat, ducking to avoid the light while the guardsmen.... There's a lot of screaming from them as their talbards are set on fire. Three more go down and the most of the oruch roar as if they did this magical feat.
"What are you doing?!" Seldan goes from confused to angry in the blink of an eye. Scrambling among tables and fallen chairs, he races to put himself between the oruchs under the table and the screaming, burnt guards. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"
GAME: Nizzi rolls 1d20+5: (10)+5: 15 GAME: Nizzi rolls 1d3+2: (1)+2: 3
Nizzi shouts, "MAGIC IS FOR CHEATERS! BAH, THIS IS A BAR BRAWL!" She looks rather offended at the flaming hands from the wizardly type, and takes her anger out on the nearest oruch, punching him clear in the face. Mainly because she was already on a table, and the oruch... well...
Look, she's a gnome, so he thought he'd be tough and take it. Not expecting her to actually be able /to/ punch. And DOWN goes the oruch, as Nizzi howls in triumph, "WHO'S NEXT!" <yrch-speak>
GAME: Toha rolls weapon0: (16)+6: 22 GAME: Toha rolls 1d3+3: (3)+3: 6
Well, that escalated quickly. She moves in to support the others as flashes and firestreams take things to the next level, but doesn't reach for a weapon yet, as the Oruchs haven't yet. May as well get into the swing of things, right? Toha's left fist jerks forward slightly to prompt a flinch, while the other comes around and from the sound, may have just loosened the schmuck's tusk, then shifts her footing to get herself between him and the others who've come to try and 'calm' this down.
...well that puts an end to Stena's fighting! For the moment! She is going to be having words with whoever just LIT HER ON FIRE. She jumps through the window -- crash! -- and into the trough.
SSSSSssssss…
Erendriel keeps on backing up, backing up, making her way to the door, getting out of here as that fire blast did not exactly go as she hoped.
GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon1: (18)+3: 21 GAME: Skribbles rolls 1d6: (5): 5
Skribbles narrows her eyes and growls as she hears the Oruchs roar in approval of the fire. "Oh...no...uh-uh. Skribbles ain't goin' down like that." Her gloved hand grasps the handle of her warhammer and she looks up to spy a chin, ripe for the plucking. She jumps up and swings upwards, landing her hammer square on it's chin. "SKRIBBLES SMASH!"
GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+6: (18)+6: 24 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d20+4: (14)+4: 18 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d3+5: (2)+5: 7 GAME: Aftershock rolls 1d4+1: (1)+1: 2 GAME: Seldan rolls melee: (5)+5: 10
The ourch have their blood up now as the bar begins to burn. They attack en masse and take down a few more guards in the mix. Yulgor grabs Nizzi and smashes a fist down. The blow hits and Nizzi feels the pain of it for sure. Likewise Toha takes a hit from the oruch that they'd hit.
As Erendriel tries to make good her escape the guard grabs her by the arm. "And where do you think /you're/ going? Nowhere, that's where. You're under arrest for aggravated assault on officers of the law!"
GAME: Nizzi RAGES!, gaining +2 to melee attack/damage/Will saves and 4 temporary HP GAME: Nizzi rolls 1d20+3: (13)+3: 16 GAME: Nizzi rolls 1d20+3: (8)+3: 11
This is getting very ugly, very quickly. Seeing the bar catching fire, Seldan frantically looks around, then dashes out to where the trough is. There's someone in it. "Help me get this in there, before the whole place goes up!" he shouts at the person in the trough.
GAME: Toha rolls weapon0: (7)+6: 13
Nizzi takes the hit from Yulgor, and grins, her eyes glowing black, "Alright... you want to play... we can PLAY!" Claws slowly extend from her fingers, as shadows dance around her. She swings out twice with her hands, missing as she looks to be trying to pull her punches a little bit at least. Or claws, in this case.
Toha's whips lash about as the Golem's head is rocked to one side by the Oruch's return blow. As her head swivels back toward her opponent, she exults, "THAT's the SPIRIT!" whilst hooking a fist around for the side of his head, though the haymaker is evaded deftly enough. <yrch-speak>
GAME: Stena rolls intimidate: (17)+11: 28
Now no longer on fire, Stena storms back towards the smoldering, on fire locale and roars, "ALL RIGHT! WHO BROUGHT THE FIRE?! I AM GOING TO PUT THEM IN THE SEA. PUNT THEM INTO THE SEA."
She is /super/ angry. Then she realizes there is more fire. And it is growing.
"Aw," she says, "Fuck."
Erendriel looks up at the guard who catches her, sighs, and says "Well FINE," completely giving herself up. Then as Stena comes in, she hides behind the guard.
GAME: Skribbles casts Calm Emotions. Caster Level: 3 DC: 15
Skribbles lands from her hit and looks around, the burning fever most Goblins feel getting into a fight. She blinks and realizes that things are getting a bit out of control. The place is on fire and it's no longer a simple bar fight. She raises her hammer and says, "Reos, release the anger from this place. I ask this, in your name." She then brings the hammer to the ground, releasing the spell.
Yulgor is not to be dissuaded from his fight. He picks up a table, his muscles bulging and his green skin turning molted. The table is on fire but he doesn't seem to notice. Rather than hitting Nizzi with it though, he slams the table into the floor over, and over, and over again. Clearly too enraged to even think properly. Then he falls to his knees and starts to cry like the open-hearted warrior that he is. "Our brothers! All we wanted was to drink to our brothers!"
Slowly the other ourch stop fighting also, and the few guardsmen left back up as the ourch howl in response to Yulgor's tears. They beat their chests and kneel in the fire-storm that the bar has become. Thankfully one brave soul is bringing a tough in to quell the flames.
Almost everyone goes to jail.
-End