Another DND Campaign: Heroes of Eskovia!! (DM for Entry!)

[Superpegasusgirl]

Hey huns! checking in, we doing alright?

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Hey huns! checking in, we doing alright?

(I am here. was waiting for someone else to post first since I couldn't think of anything)

[Superpegasusgirl]

(Valid! If we're ever stuck like this I'll just check in before moving along

[Loadingconstella]

(OH SHIVERS hi i am sorry, this seemed to have gotten buried, i'll make a post today!!)

[InfectedHau]

Velathraxia Meran||Dragonborn Fighter||Inn|| Tagged: Inn occupants


Well, things looked like they were escalating. Time to make herself known. "Hey, now," Meran said, sliding her chair back, "that's not a very nice way to talk to someone. Manners cost you nothing, y'know." As she spoke, her eyes flicked between the three soldiers, sizing them up. Longswords and shields, standardized armor. Definitely guards, then, and if the way the one was talking was any indication, probably not fighting at their best. Only three, which wouldn't be a problem assuming the other two helped out as well. "Why don't you put that away," she continued, addressing the one apparently named Stephen, "and use your words instead? We're all friends here, no need to start a fight before you've even had breakfast."

[Superpegasusgirl]

*Intimidation Roll: 5. Intimidation attempt failed*

The drunken goof is surprised enough by your input as to draw his dagger and his attention away from India. "HAHAHAHAHHAHA", he hollers, apparently amused by you. When he turns and notices you- you and your shimmering red scales he laughs even harder. "HAHAHAHA AHAH AHAHA- You- You're one of the dragon scum!" His bald headed companion turns to look at you and chuckle along, too drunk to notice how stupidly loud they are. The brown haired man, however, stares you down with hatred. "idiots. Look at the freak. Captain Owen is bound to give us a promotion for bringing him one of the dragons putting us in ruins." He draws his sword and approaches you. "You're ours now, cursed lizard."

[InfectedHau]

Velathraxia Meran||Dragonborn Fighter||Inn|| Tagged: Inn occupants


"Oh, good," Meran said, jumping to her feet, "For a second there I thought I was gonna feel bad about this." She held out her hand, and her glaive leapt into it, a shimmering halo blossoming around her head as she tapped into her powers. It was something she'd kept secret while she still resided in House Keren, even from her friends, but there was no need to hide it now. All the years of training in secret were about to pay off.

Whirling the weapon above her head, the Dragonborn dropped low, aiming a wide sweeping blow at the guard's legs. She didn't actually want to kill them (yet), it would make things a lot easier if they backed off on their own.

[Loadingconstella]

Whist | 26 | they/them
Tiefling | Totem Warrior Barbarian | Info

AC - 17
HP - 57

20ft Movement

Danger Sense
Rage

Greataxe - 1d8+7/+9
Unarmed strike - 1D4+7

STATS
STR ;; 7
DEX ;; 3
CON ;; 5
INT ;; 2
WIS ;; -1
CHA ;; -1

SKILL PROF
Athletics
Acrobatics
Sleight of Hand
Stealth
Intimidation
Survival

INVENTORY
Great Axe
Rations
5 Gold Pieces

Whist scrunched up their nose at the interaction, grumbling slightly to themselves as the drunkards laughed away, tail unfurling from their leg to lash out akin to an irritated cat, they vault over the counter, using one hand to grab their great axe from where it is situated on their back and the other to purposefully push India away from the small, shiny dagger; directing her gently towards where Sabrina went, "They don't care about you, they don't care about your lives, your homes, your stock, if you go hungry, nothing, you know this," they said to India, at first just completely ignoring the men trying to interact with her, "But she doesn't, and if they - or someone else - gets her, then she will, and I need you to make sure that doesn't happen - if they have gotten through a back entrance, or past us..."
Whist trailed off slightly, before shaking their head, "Just go, we've got this."

Not entirely waiting for an answer, Whist looks back to Stephen and the other guy at the counter, their grip tightening upon their greataxe, "Your sin of avarice will be your ruin," they turn their back fully to India, lifting the axe up so that she grips it in both hands, staring at the young men who entered the bar immediately to cause a ruckus, "You are not soldiers, you are not men, you are little boys with toys trying to act like you're bigger than you actually are,"
"You can fight, find out just how small you are in the grand scheme of things, or you can keep your delusions and dignity and get OUT."

[SaphiraBrightscales]

Ilyrana Amastacia | 107 | Female | Wood Elf | Drakewarden Ranger

A soft sigh comes from the small elf as she watches the men ignore them and starts to sit back down while keeping a close eye on the soldiers. A small frown forms on her face and shakes her head slightly at the mention of 100 gold from every family. If anyone had that kind of money, she doubt they would still be in this town or kingdom. As the situation starts to escalate in the common room, Ilyrana gets back up and eyes her strung bow before summoning her green drake to her side, where it flies in a circle around her.

Her green eyes flick towards India and the others as she makes her way around the edge of the common room, bow in one hand and staff in the other. The small female racks though the magic she knows and dismisses most of them since they aren't particularly useful in a fight. She could possibly use her thaumaturgy to make it sound like the roar of a dragon but waits on using it since it may end up distracting the others. Once at a new spot on the wall to where India is now off to the side instead of facing towards, Ilyrana nocks an arrow to her bow and aims it at the man with black hair but doesn't release the arrow. She doesn't want to accidentally hit the other two since they are also close to the intoxicated men. Though, she would fire her bow at them if needed though and use her thaumaturgy if the three insisted on fighting after the other two gave them warnings.

[Superpegasusgirl]

Velathraxia, your athletic prowess shines as you knock the black haired soldier to the ground. Without even waiting for him to regain his composure, his companions aim to attack you. Although drunk, their sharp swords flash as they're unsheathed. With each swing of their sword, you dodge their first attempts at attacks. However, two versus one is hardly fair. One hit above your shoulder manages to cut under your scales and expose the flesh underneath, drawing heavy bleeding. Another cut at your thick pierces your trousers and stabs you in the leg- now stained with blood as well. (Take 14 damage)

As the fallen soldier stands back up to attack, he notices something strange about the fellow who's now standing between them and India (Who has refused to leave her post in front of the kitchen door). "The horns on this one! I'd know him anywhere- Captain seeks his head!" Having bloodied up the dragon scum they hated so, the men turn their attention to Whit- his Tiefling tail attempting to hide under his cloak.


[Combat setting- look at your character description for possible attacks and movements. You get three per post to keep the sides even. No specific turn order, just when you can add to the forum]