D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[Creamsteak]

Thaliss quickly reads the note, and telepathically relays its contents to his companions. He then sighs and seems to be looking for something in his bag, as a diversion to someone observing him, while telepathically asking the elven woman, with his companion able to hear "Apologies my lady for this unconventional way of communicating, but I am unsure of the meaning your note. Please nod if this is the case, and turn your head to the left if it is not, but did your note imply that the caravanneers we thought we rescued were impostors?" Thaliss waits for the answer and if negative, he will ask "Do you then mean that some of the thugs in this hall are impostors? If so, can you, using your hand on the counter, be so king to point in their general direction" Thaliss then mumbles a few arcane words.

She confirms the latter suspicion and points towards the thugs at both corner tables.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Thaliss telepathically relays the Elven lady's response to his companions. He then addresses said lady "Thank you my lady, it seems we will be on our way", and then, telepathically, he says to his companions and the elven woman Shall we take this fight outside, as to not damage this fine hall?. He then bows to the lady, and keeping his guard up and counting the total number of potential foes, he starts heading for the door.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"See sommat you like, McSurly?" Dent had had enough of the surly man's stare. He didn't overtly finger the pommel of his longsword, but the urge to do so was strong. Instead, he continued to stare, challenge in his eyes.

[sblock=OOC]Yup, stirring the pot. If someone wants to drag Dent out of the guild hall, he'll grudgingly follow. Conversely, if we're in the mood for a bar fight, well...I'm your man. Woman. Whatevah. You know what I mean. Dent will happily beat the tar out of McSurly et al.[/sblock]

 

[Creamsteak]

McSurly grins, missing a few teeth on both the top and bottom, and then says something basically unintelligible in dwarven as he pulls the crossbow off his back and lays it on the table pointing in Dent's direction. One of his red-eyed thugs looks up with a bit of panic and says, "Sorry mister knight. Just be that you're not showing your... um... tag... damn...?"

 

[Steve Gorak]

McSurly grins, missing a few teeth on both the top and bottom, and then says something basically unintelligible in dwarven as he pulls the crossbow off his back and lays it on the table pointing in Dent's direction. One of his red-eyed thugs looks up with a bit of panic and says, "Sorry mister knight. Just be that you're not showing your... um... tag... damn...?"

From behind Dent, Thaliss babbles a few arcane words, and a spectral hands appears on top of the cross bow and rotates it by half a turn, pointing it back at McSurly.
Thaliss then picks up on the other thug's hesitation, and taunts him a bit, safely behind Dent "I see that your are prominently showing yours. It is a rather nice one. Was it expensive?".

 

[Shayuri]

The guild hall is more busy than the last time Damien, Carradoc, and Thaliss were here. There appear to be two groups sitting around tables at opposite corners of the main area, each a motley assortment of silver and gold medallion wearers. At the rear of the building is a desk with an astute high elf woman wearing a pair of strange lenses over her eyes. To your left as you enter are a large collection of the typical work orders and bounties that might be found most times of year. One surly individual with a many-times-broken nose seems to stare at Dent as he enters. The man is in trappers furs, and he seems to have a huge heavy crossbow slung over his back. His slick greasy hair seems to stick up a bit, and his face is wreathed in curly red and brown hair. He sits at a table surrounded by relatively young and inexperienced looking thugs of sorts. There also seems to be a hedge-wizard at the closer side of the building who seems to be keeping up some sort of illusionary board game of some sort with his rabbit familiar while his friends seem to be counting out coppers from a large bag... most likely a thousand coins for completing some kind of task.

Maighan enters the guild hall at a sedate, some might say cautious, pace and looks around. As expected, the place was choking in suspect characters. However, given Aridha's descriptions, she guessed that the men that seemed to be preparing to fight gathered at a table were a good place to start.

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She approached the table, keeping a wary eye on the spell-guided crossbow as she did. The dwarves at the table were not of interest except as potential threats.

Maighan was a bit tall for an elf, though still shorter in stature than human men, and had the slim, willowy build common to her people. She was clad in garments made of cloth in rich earth tones of green and brown, with dapples of grey and yellow to suggest sunlight shining through a leafy canopy. Into the cloth was worked carefully shaped leather panels, sewn with beaded stones and sculpted ivory that was intricately shaped to both bolster it's protection as well as add to the aesthetics. It was the sort of armor that could easily take a year or more to perfect; an elf armor. Lacking the bulk of human-made pieces, it was clearly designed to fit her rather specifically.

A curved, wide scabbard hung from her belt on her left hip, a quiver from her right. Over her back was a case with a longbow carved from some dark-hued wood poking out. In contrast to her armor, the bow was well-made and well-used, but not exceptionally ornate.

Her face had all the ageless youth of an elf, with brilliant red hair curled into a bun behind her head, and ethereally fair skin. Her eyes were striking, a shade of blue and green that almost seemed to shimmer like pools of water in sunlight.

"Please excuse my interruption of your brawl," she said pleasantly. "Do any of you know an elf named Aridha?"

 

[Creamsteak]

The sudden intrusion of an unknown catches the thugs off-guard. McSurly tries to grab for his spinning weapon. Purple tries to draw his shortsword. The elven woman behind the bar ducks behind. The wizard playing his game looks up quite confused... his mouth stretching and his hair bristling as he shape-shifts into something not unlike a hedgehog. Most of the rest of the various thugs are too slow to get up from the table in time.

Initiatives
Party
McSurly Squad

 

[Steve Gorak]

Seizing the opportunity to incapacitate a few of the thugs, Thaliss begins to chant arcane words while waving staff.

OOC: Action: cast sleep centered on E5. The entire room is within the spell's 20 radius range. HP of creatures affected: [roll0] If D5 and E5 enemies fall asleep or are otherwise unable to use their reactions because they are still seated, Thaliss will move to D2 bu going over the bar; otherwise, he will stay put. EDIT: Please note my comment in the ooc thread. If Thaliss can see outside, he'll Misty Step to C9 as a bonus action

 

[Shayuri]

Maighan rolls her eyes at the display. "Oh honestly. Must we?"

There's a crack as she takes up a staff capped with some kind of animal skull and bumps it against the floor. Vines twine up along the length of the weapon and burst into wicked, scything thorns.

She calls out in the old tongue of the druids, nonsense syllables too harsh-seeming to emerge from an elven throat, and silvery haze rises in the room. From the mist emerge four hunched shapes. The concealing cloud fades as fast as it rose, revealing four black bears, now interspersed throughout the room.

"Everyone remain calm," the druid instructs, "there's no reason this has to become ugly." Her eyes rove over the prospective combatants and she adds with some distaste, "Well. Uglier."

(Casting Shillelghgldgh as a bonus action, and Conjure Animals as an action. Bringing in four CR 1/4 black bears, positioned at B6, D4, E9, and G7; I'll assume they arrive after the Sleep goes off. )

[sblock=Combat stats]HP 39
AC 18

Bears
HP 19
AC 11[/sblock]

 

[Forged Fury]

Finally, some violence! Archandros boomed.

Damien saw that they were quite outnumbered, but hoped that their opponents were unskilled. In any event, it would get the blood pumping. He mumbled a quick spell, sheathing himself in Stygian cold. At the same time, Thaliss, coward at heart that he was, disappeared in a puff of smoke and the new elf... Why are there so many damn elves here? The new elf produced no less than four black bears.

Nice trick!

Drawing his pact blade and dagger, the warlock tipped over one of the chairs from the table next to him. As the chair fell, Damien stepped on the chair just as it was vertically balanced and climbed atop the table.

OOC: Damien Move: C5 If a roll is needed: [roll0] (+1 Athletics, +5 Acrobatics) Action: Cast Armor of Agathys (3rd Level) - 15 THP/15 cold damage if hit in melee Item Interaction: Draw Pact Blade and Dagger

[sblock=Combat Stats]HP: 48/48 (15 THPs)
AC: 18
Spell Slots: X/X/1/-/-

Notes
Armor of Agathys[/sblock]