An Overture (Part 5)

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GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+8: (15)+8: 23

Having thrown Nasrin around a bit, the offended Angorite half turns and lashes out towards Klaus, grabbing him at the neck and lifting him up off the floor. Seems he intends to do the same thing here! "Angoron is mighty in ALL ways," he yells, blood streaming from his nose from the blows he has personally taken. Truth is, he's getting a bit wobbly.

GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (5)+4: 9
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (16)+4: 20
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (5)+4: 9
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (13)+4: 17
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d3+2: (1)+2: 3
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d3+2: (1)+2: 3

Sticking ineffectively to the back of the price, Tonyon is at least trying to be brave! The Oruch, himself, does not seem to care and instead continues doing what he's doing while his friends put some boots to Nasrin!

GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon21: (18)+8: 26
GAME: Skribbles rolls 1d8+4: (4)+4: 8

Skribbles raises her hammer and charges one of the creatures, swinging it and striking it hard as she screams, "Reos' hammer in your face!" It the really hits..and hits hard as her bull's strength courses through her.

GAME: Nasrin rolls weapon0+1+2-1: (1)+6+1+2+-1: 9 (EPIC FAIL)
GAME: Davienne rolls intimidate: (20)+0: 20

Davienne cringes as the hammer comes down and things turn more violent. That isn't good. Not at all. Hearing the Oroch making declarations of how mighty his god is, she can't help but quip, "AT LEAST ANGORON KEEPS HIS TEMPER!" She spits in his face. "Unlike you!" And she goes to shove the guy back towards his friend. Her own way of trying to de-escalate. "Doubt he'd be pleased with you starting a bar brawl." She continues to needle at him as she rants LOUDLY.

Auranar can hardly help in this situation with everyone all over the place, so she stays where she is behind the table and keeps an eye out for an opening to appear.

GAME: Klaus rolls cmb: (10)+6: 16
GAME: Klaus rolls 1d3+4: (1)+4: 5

The denizes are now breaking down into brawls themselves, settling scores, fighting, fleeing, throwing bottles and more. It's getting to be one of those nights.

GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+6: (14)+6: 20

Klaus gacks as he's lifted from his feet by the Angorite orcs, and with a grunt, he kicks out, since the fellow was kind enough to lift him up, aiming his boot into the fellow's gut as he kicks out. "Kor! Kor!" he chants out in counterpoint to the praise for Angoron. "Praise to Kor, and victory!"

GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d4+4: (1)+4: 5

Klaus is lifted up even higher by the staggered oruch, who whirls towards Davienne and says, "Y... you don't know Angoron!" He's a bit shaken, but then he presses Klaus above his head and THROWS HIM directly into Davienne, directly knocking both of them abck and into the floorl.

GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (2)+4: 6
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (17)+4: 21
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (15)+4: 19
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+4: (17)+4: 21
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d3+2: (2)+2: 4
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d3+2: (2)+2: 4
GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d3+2: (2)+2: 4

Meanwhile, the three Angorite allies are busy pummeling Nasrin like there's no tomorrow! There is, but they're gonna be severely hung over.

All the same, they're beating her up. She's a BLASPHEMERE.

GAME: Nasrin casts Cure Moderate Wounds. Caster Level: 5 DC: 15
GAME: Nasrin rolls 2d8+5: (8)+5: 13

For his part, Tonyon punches the Oruch ineffectively some more. "You're a jerk," he shouts.

GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon21: (9)+8: 17
GAME: Skribbles rolls 1d8+4: (2)+4: 6
GAME: Davienne rolls cmb-1: (12)+4+-1: 15

Skribbles screams at the top of her lungs as she slams her hammer into the otyugh again and again, damage. "Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!" She is breathing heavy after, looking around and asking, "What?"

Davienne's is red faced and her lip is curling as she continues to count how inadequate the Oruch and his friends are compared to their god. And how their behaviour is the opposite of what he expects from actual faithful. It's rather bristling. And winds up with her flat on her ass on the floor, nose bleeding, with Klaus on top of her. "URK!" Unfortunately her first reaction is to shove Klaus to get him off of her. Not very nice, but that's how it is. "I'm sure your god is -really- gonna favor you now. Attacking people who were honoring Ceinara. SHAME!" She isn't letting up as she reaches out to pull the Oruch's feet out from under him. If she's gonna be on the floor, so is he! Then from her belt she draws a silver wand.

GAME: Auranar rolls cmb: (10)+2: 12
GAME: Klaus rolls 1d20+7: (8)+7: 15
GAME: Klaus rolls 1d3+4: (1)+4: 5

Klaus pulls himself to his feet, looking worse for wear, but he laughs, and says, "You Angorite pigs think you're so tough? Try some of this, then!" And he growls and punches the closest one in the gut with a fast jab. The fellow doubles over and slumps to the ground, wheezing. Good. "All right, you sissies, come get some!" he snarls.

GAME: Whirlpool rolls 1d20+8: (15)+8: 23

...he is indeed scared of Davienne. A little upset by her words. This is what makes him turn on her. After she trips someone else, he bends down and snatches her up by a leg, raising her over his head and letting her dangle there.

"SHADDAP," he yells, completely ignoring the human noble clinging to his back.

His friends have stopped for a moment. They're gesturing and pointing at NAsrin. They're punching a cleric of Kor, seems to be their general assessment.

They're less than certain about this.

Tonyton punches the orc in the back of the head ineffectively. He's even less a warrior than he is a bard.

"YOU TAKE THAT! YOU HURT A FRIEND OF MINE! YOU... YOU... SHIT GOBLIN!"

A pause.

He looks apologetically at Skribbles.

GAME: Skribbles rolls weapon21: (6)+8: 14
GAME: Skribbles rolls 1d8+4: (5)+4: 9

Skribbles looks at Tonyton as she screams 'shit goblin', blinking a few times innocently. She then spins her hammer and slams it into the Oruch she's been fighting, pointing at Tonyton as she does, "We're gonna have words..you and I...about that..." She looks down at the Oruch and says, "I know, right...rude. Oh don't you groan at me...don..don't...no.."

GAME: Davienne rolls cmd+1: (8)+cmd+1: 9
GAME: Davienne rolls cmb+1: (12)+4+1: 17

"OI! Lemme go you big lug! Wassamatter? Can't handle the truth?" Davienne asks as she writhes in the grip and kicks at the oruch's clutching hand with her free foot. "Admit it! You gave in to ANGER! Tsk! Some Angorite you are!" Another kick and she's back on the ground and sneering up at the orc.

GAME: Nasrin rolls cmb+1: (8)+6+1: 15

"Stay off of her!" Nasrin yells as she's finally recovering from being kicked and beaten from all sides. Davienne kicks free as the slender redhead leans into a long charge toward the orc who'd been hholding her. It seems the Korite can't tell he's twice her mass because she wrestles him into the nearest wall. "If you thought that song was bad just wait until you hear the next one...!" A threat or a promise? One might be afraid to find out.

GAME: Klaus rolls 1d20+9: (11)+9: 20
GAME: Klaus rolls 1d3+4: (3)+4: 7

Klaus steps up behind the orc that started the fight, the one that pitched him over, the one yelling about Angoron and other nonsense. He jabs him in the shoulder to get his attention, then throws a right cross into his jaw as he turns to look. Pow, and the oruch drops with a puppet with its strings cut. He's got to shake his hand out after that punch, he really landed it with all he had.

Klaus looks around to see if anyone's getting up, and then to see that we're all alive, because that's what you do when the dust settles. "Well, that was inspiring, eh?" he says to Tonyon with a chuckle, though he's sporting a good shiner and a couple of bruises on his ribs. "Everyone else OK?" he asks a bit more quietly, at least half his attention on the rest of the bar in case anyone else wants some.

Auranar pokes her head up from behind a table and peers out. "Sorry I was not of more assistance, I was afraid of making things worse." All of her spells would only have actually injured people. Taking the fight to the next level and that's not what she wanted at least. "Is everyone alright?"

There are a lot of people on the ground, groaning, others covering their ears from the gunshot, and oth3ers still hiding behind tables trying to stay out of trouble. "You," he points at the friends to the ourch, "take your friends and get out. I don't care if she insulted a God or two, you threw the first punch."

The oruch's angorite companions give all of you a dirty look and go to drag their friend out the door.

Davienne gets up off the floor, still clutching her wand in one hand, and sneers down at the oruch. The big one. "Idiots," She mutters, reaching up to pinch her nose and turn to Nasrin. Nasally she says, "That was both awesome and awful. Never helped start a brawl before."

"We should practice," the redhead suggests, breathing heavily as straightens. She reaches up to brush perspiration away from her eyes, red hair plastered against her neck. "You did great, though. Nice work."

Klaus ehs to Auranar, and says, "Well, yeah, if I'd used my axe, it would have ended with me in jail. I'm gonna be sore in the morning, but I'm okay for the moment." Not that a bit of healing would be declined. "We probably ought to make ourselves scarce, too. I'm sure we didn't make any friends here," he adds to his companions, looking around at the post-brawl scene. He doesn't seem particularly upset by it - to him it was a nice way to spend an evening. Dranei, go figure.

Davienne smiles lopsidedly as she fetches a kerchief from her hip pouch. It goes to staunch the bloody nose after she spits a bloody gob into it. Ew. "Yeah, maybe. I do enjoy singing and that, well, it was enjoyable. I meant it when it was honoring Ceinara."

"I am afraid I can not offer you healing, that is not the sort of magic I practice." She smiles softly mostly to herself and moves toward Toyon. "Are you ready to go sir?"

Tonyton squints at Nasrin now that the ourch has been pulled off him. HE was after all clinging to his back once he went down.

"...ow," he wheezes.

His gnomish friend sticks his head out from under the table.

"...I think perhaps we ought to call it a night and see how things are in the morning?" 5r

"...yeah," winces Tonyton, "tomorrow, I have a NEW PLAN for my epic bard-proofing."

Davienne turns to Tonyton and then the gnome. "I think I want a hot bath too. Think they got those here?" She glances thoughtfully towards the barkeep. "I don't think I can sleep just yet after that...also, I need more cider." And she heads towards the bar to see to those two needs.

"Baths are going to cost extra. In fact, EVERYTHING is gonna cost you extra,' says the bartender, "Don't think I forgot who started this little mess, NASRIN," he clearly knows who she is. A DIRTY LOOK IS GIVEN TO HER.

"...also, that was a good song, even if it was blasphemous. Be careful, though, Caracothians tend to hbe particular when someone says their god lacks testicles." The innkeeper puts a few keys down oi nthe bar for you.

"Also, you're all going to help clean up." He then proceeds to see about getting everyone else settled for the night.

Klaus chuckles about the extra gold, and grins as the bartender admits the song was good. The gold is Tonyon's problem, he's assuming, and he won't even complain about helping to clean up. That -was- a really good fight. Not every day you get to punch out an Angorite. He's definitely in high spirits.

Auranar doesn't comment aside from to pick up her key. She'll help clean up using a few spells that are good for the purpose. Then she'll make sure that Tonyton gets to his room. That's what's important.

Davienne nods her head to the barkeeper. "Give me a mop and I will do so. I had not intended to start a fight," She says with a shrug. Good thing the rag on her nose is hiding her smile. After a moment the bleeding stops in her nose and she tucks the rag away. And maybe she whistles as she helps tidy up. Before toddling off for her bath.

-TBC