Cromlin perhaps?

[Attilius]

Jan 16, 2024 15:28:46 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

Attilius has to stoop and squeeze in last and that's when it quiets.

One of the roughs with the mul nods in your direction and the game stops. The scarred half dwur (mul) sneers and barks, "Tight nuff in here without ya, tubs. Why don' ya share a drink wit the crodlu instead?"
The rest of the bar erupts in laughter and jeers.

Attilius eyes narrow as he turns and opens his mouth to speak...

Jan 16, 2024 15:28:46 GMT -12 DM Bob said:

The Son of Kri-kcht taps Attilius on the leg. And points.
"'At's 'ait." [That's bait.]

One breath... two breath. The giant smiles under his silt mask then softly chuckles. The brute then turns to walk out. As he passes the kreen he whispers
"Wiser than me bug, wiser than me. It's too cramped in 'ere to kill them all anyway." He pats the kreen thoughtfully on his back thorax.

Attilius looks for some shaded area within eye shot of the bars entrance, perhaps a wall or structure that is offering shaded space and moves to sit within it...

[Niachi]

Niachi joins in on the laughter as Attilius resists baiting and exits. He points out a table and finds the barkeep to set up 2 rounds of broy, openly palming over enough ceramic and bits, then sheepishly digging for a decent tip.

"Nah want trouble. Any rule against drinking outdoors? Gonna run the 2nd round out to Tubs if nobody mind. Is the bug gonna be a problem?"

He takes a seat with an easy sprawl, with the mul's table in eyesight. Quickly sizes up the red-haired Stalker's crew. 

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye keeps a low profile but she looks to the provoking bravado of the locals inside the tavern, an eye to the elven woman with spiked red hair, briefly, before going to the same place as Attilius is. After paying attention to Niachi getting closer to those of his race, she looks at Attilius without saying anything for what is happening, taking the opportunity to see the towering humanoid much closer - "Interesting place, nevertheless"

[DM Bob]

The one eyed man shakes his head at Niachi and rolls his eyes.

"We don't have bladders like the babes drink from large 'enuff for your friend ta drink from, Mister No Trouble."

The crowd guffaws and the spiky haired red headed elf woman looks at you with slight confusion.

The mul stands up and grins at the one-eyed barkeep as he cracks his neck and shoulder.

"Good one, Jak."

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Quila stands up, dances around the mul's table making sure to look him in the eye as she walks by, and goes up to the bar.
She leans over to whisper but then says just loud enough so the clientele can hear it too, "Do I hear you say you are not interested in paying all possible taxes to Master Trader Crost? It would be a shame if he found out. I hear the auditing can take weeks. I think you'll see my friend here," and Quila nods to Niachi, "is perfectly willing to pay some extra tax money for dispensing a drink in several containers that do not inconvenience anyone."

(OOC: Quila uses her Local History from her Spymaster training for some regional knowledge and names, and her Bureaucracy NWP--rolling a 9 on 15--to influence, by charisma, the situation by being knowledgeable about established routines. Let me know if I also need to roll for the Local History.)

[DM Bob]

He shakes his head.

"If I still owned the place, that might be true. Sold it to Nendo there [nods to the mul, standing close enough to reach], just this last month - jus' not the booze. Lookin' out for my investment if you know what I mean. Look."

He gestures to the busy crowd.

"The mul likes a fight. As long as there ain't any killing blows, the Nibs don't care this way or that... and the regulars enjoy it too."

[DM Bob]

Nendo the mul stands about as tan, tall and muscled as they get. He wears what looks to be a mix of loose Nibenese & Tyrian garb, well worn. There is a light paunch to his belly and heavy crow's feet about the eyes that betray a love of the fermented drink.

But he looks far from soft, just possibly getting older as we all do. About his thick fingers are a series of thick metal rings, much like real world brass knuckles without the connecting bar. His sneer is reminiscent of an older Billy Idol, with scarring that upon closer examination covers older, faded slave tats.

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

Coden slides out of the booth and removes his sand mask, puts it on the table with his helm, and lets out a breath while pushing downward with his hands, palms facing down. (Activate Combat Mind, roll 3.)

"I'll be your huckleberry."

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Looking to the mul, then the bartender, then the mul again, Quila acts as if she's struggling to come up with words, blabbing a bit "Uh ... oh.... Uhhhhh. I see.", while in the meantime she's mainly stalling for a couple of extra seconds in which she mentally reaches out at the mul.

(OOC: she tries 'Contact' to see whether he can be contacted and/or has any psionic defenses. Rolled a 14 on 15-20, succeeded. Let me first see if this works before stating next intents.)

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye just observes the local style - 'The law of the wastes at either side of the silt sea, the tougher the party they are with, the cockier they'll behave..' - as she thinks of an appropriate tune, like if nothing but the sound of their heartbeats could be heard over the whistling wind outside the tavern

[Niachi]

Niachi watches events unfold, taking careful note of how the ginger elf looks at him in confusion. Is it recognition?

Also checking on her companions numbers and positions in the bar.

Somatic Concealment to cast Cat's Grace on Coden: He claps Coden on the shoulder in boisterous support and tries to stall a bit for the Balican to power up. DM rolls: need 15 (Dex-1)

Cat's Grace effects don't have psionicist: adnd2e.fandom.com/wiki/Cat%27s_Grace_(Wizard_Spell)

Class Dexterity Gain
Rogues 1d8 points
Wizards 1d6 points
Warriors 1d6 points
Priests 1d4 points

Duration: 8 hours.


"OK Nendo if it's a bar fight to get some drink on our table, here's our man..."

[Coden Rokos (Jesse H.)]

(Coden has a Dexterity of 9, so even cat's grace won't be able to push him into bonus territory. I appreciate the thought though!)

[DM Bob]

The mul does indeed have psionic defenses.

The elven woman does not appear to recognize Niachi, but is perhaps mystified at his appearance from the same cardinal direction... as she likely has not seen you on the trail or road along the silt coast in her recent travel.

[Niachi]

OOC: Cat's Grace rolled 5.

Coden's Dex: 14 for next 8 hours.

Niachi winks at the redhead and sits in his easy unconcerned slouch that disguises his legs ready to spring into action.

His forearm axe hand is down at his side, under the table for minimal exposure.

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Once Coden and the mul are engaging Quila will cheer Coden on and starts chanting "Bulisberry bulisberry, no ordinary military pensionary ossuary, bulisberry bulisberry, in his face too stationary, statuary, bulisberry bulisberry, quite extraordinary", while at the same time engaging the mul psionically.

She attacks him using Ego Whip and in his mindscape personifies the mul's image but now again with his slave tattoos, in full toil with a harsh taskmaster whipping him during his menial slave tasks. The mul might be physically strong but let's see what happens when his mind is on his past slave status.

(OOC: 1-2 punch rolls for the Ego Whip powercheck are 8 and 19 respectively, both are successful. My powerscore for Ego Whip is 18-20. PsP used 4, now at 142/146.)