Malthas,
As the man wrestles you toward the bar, you see your chance, and wriggle free from his grasp.
However, notwithstanding your opponent's curses at finding himself empty-handed, his four fellows move to surround you.
Two of the clamdiggers throw wild punches at you, one so wild that he sprains his wrist on the bar behind you, but two of clamdiggers score hits, bringing bruises on your face and shoulder.
(OOC: You took 11 subdual damage total. Because one of the Standishtowners scored a critical miss, you gain an AoO on him.
As to the Fort. save, that was because the attack you made was actually a regular attack - I ruled that the grappler caught you flat-footed because you were distracted with the mug-wielder at the time combat actually began, and he was behind you, thus no AoO. But I wanted to give you a fair chance at disrupting the grapple, thus I thought the Fort save was fair enough. In hindsight, I probably should have given you the AoO.
Sorry...
But it doesn't really make a difference - you would have been pounded anyways by the grappler's friends, even you did disrupt the grapple.)
Malachi,
The Standishtowner reels under your blow, but doesn't fall.
"Look what we have here!" he shouts to his comrades. "Feeling uppity, are ya, ya filthy bastard of a Porc? We'll cure ya of that soon enough..."
(OOC: In the future, please roll your own checks, saves, rolls, etc. I will occassionally roll them for you for the sake of expedience, but overall I prefer you to roll your own dice...)
Nicodemus,
You and Orleau toss down your final shots. The whisky burns in your throat, and the tavern blurs and wobbles before your eyes. None the less, you manage to slur out the incantation for a magic missile. The two men struck look at you with pained outrage. Then, seeing your state, they laugh.
"Look at that," one says loudly and derisively. "Damned dwarvy charlatan can't hold his liquor, eh?"
One of them strides towards you confidently.
Antheos,
The captain, who had been napping with a pipe in his mouth, sits up.
"If it's thet stealthy, I'd probably be elves - grugach, most likely. Well, there ain't much we can do, 'cept hope we're out of arrow range. Here - " he hands you a loaded pistol. "Don't shoot unless they shoot first, though."
