Game Thread: Tavern Brawl!

[Teallaura]

[TimelessTheist]

Any restrictions? (In regards to the character)

[Irate Canadian]

[Psst! OOC things should be said in square brackets!]

[One Bad Pig]

Twig is an elf just under 5 feet tall, with dark hair and eyes, dressed in green and brown. He's carrying a bow nearly as large as he is, with a scabbarded long-sword, and a battle-axe of dwarven make thrust through his belt. As he turns from the concierge, a dwarf a good six inches shorter than he is accosts him in a rage, "Give me back my battle-axe, or I'll break ye like th' 'twig' y'are!" Twig starts guiltily. "Oh, that was your batttle-axe, Gunthor? I thought those rooms looked a little nicer than the norm. You shouldn't leave nice things like that lying about." He pulls the battle-axe free from his belt and hands it to the dwarf. You note that Twig handles the axe like it weighs almost nothing. Gunthor snatches back the axe and splutters, "Lyin' about?! It'were locked in me chest!" Twig concedes, "True, but it wasn't a very good lock. And tell your father that the easiest path shouldn't go through your rooms." Gunthor glares for a moment, then stalks off muttering. Twig sees that he's the center of attention, and says cheerfully, "Hi. Don't mind him. We go way back. He'll get over it. I go by 'Twig.' I'm just here to have a little fun. After all that time underground, it's nice to have a little room to shoot."

[TimelessTheist]

[Fine]

Shlak is a human, about five and a half feet tall, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a small scar running down his right ear. He wears a cloak, as black as the star-less sky, with a hood that obscures his face in shadows. He wears a leather chest-piece, with thick leather padding underneath. On his back, hidden by the cloak, he carries three weapons. The first two are a pair of sheathed, steel short swords, tightly fastened, as to not move around and make noise, even when sprinting. The third is a small, wooden crossbow, the bolts to which, he carries in a quiver, fastened behind him, on his belt. He walks into the tavern, barely being noticed by anyone in the tavern, and takes his seat at an unoccupied table....

[Carrikature]

Carrik gruffly thanks the concierge and removes his helmet. Closely-cropped white hair stands out in stark contrast to brown skin and black eyes. At five foot eleven, Carrik is tall for a dwarf, and his mien is all the more imposing for it. Plate armor clanks as he shifts in place, scanning the room for possible targets. Somewhere around here, he knows, are the transgressors he has been tracking. His right hand brushes gently against the heavy mace hung at his side. Across his back is strapped a heavy crossbow. His shield, for the moment, leans against his leg.

Carrik's eyes narrow as he examines the people around him. "By the Cudgel," he mutters. "It would appear I've my work cut out for me."

[Chaotic Void]

[Which route did Tavish DeGroot come from? ]

[Spartacus]

A balding dwarf with a knotted beard and a sword as tall as he is strapped to his back accosts Twig and slurs the following threat at him, "I'm only gonna warn you oncesh: if I ever catchsh you with your hands on my sword, the nexsht place it'sh gonna be is in your shkull. Korangar doeshn't threaten: he promishesh!" A second's pause, then he laughs loudly. "You sheem like fun. Let'sh go have an ale!"

[Can you tell I have a negative Charisma modifier?]

[Carrikature]

[Can you tell I have a negative Charisma modifier?]

[Don't tell me you rolled a drunken master.]

[Spartacus]

[Don't tell me you rolled a drunken master.]

[nope, just a dwarf with a drinking problem. Or is that redundant?

Drunken masters are unarmed combatants. They wouldn't have much use for a greatsword, except maybe to lean on]

[Carrikature]

[Drunken masters are unarmed combatants. They wouldn't have much use for a greatsword, except maybe to lean on]

[There's no reason that need be true. The only thing scarier than a drunken fighter is one that has a greatsword in his hands.]

[Spartacus]

[There's no reason that need be true. The only thing scarier than a drunken fighter is one that has a greatsword in his hands.]

[Is Twig gonna respond or not? ]

[Carrikature]

[Is Twig gonna respond or not? ]

[How should I know?]

[Spartacus]

[How should I know?]

[Well, I'm not gonna reveal except in-character that my dwarf is a straight-up barbarian, so you're just gonna have to wait and see what he's capable of.]

[Ben Zwycky]