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6/27/2025, 12:06:44 AM
Leaping to your feet just in time to avoid being stomped on by a pair of brawlers, you duck, weave, and LIMBOOOOO through the fray in a mad dash for a vantage point! If you can just get a leg up…
A glassware and furniture blizzard rages around you as you try to avoid getting crushed! Skidding to a halt in front of a suitable table, you quickly reconsider when a Molegg borrows it to swing around like a club! Plan B! Ducking under the table thrown by a patron who had a similar idea, you eventually find a table next to a pack of Durhers biting and wrestling each other on the floor. This one oughta’ be safe!
Hopping onto the table and clearing it of mugs and other obstructions, you reach into your robes and grab-
“Anton~”
Whoops, wrong thing! Fishing around some more, you retrieve one of the WANDS you ‘borrowed’ from the Spice Cartel during your casino escape! Great timing, too–even with the darkness you can tell the whole bar’s in on the action by now! Whipping out your… heheh… wand, you prepare to shut the party down… by any means necessary!
Taking aim at your co-owned ceiling, you grit your teeth and try not to imagine how much repairs are gonna cost before letting ‘er RIP!
To say your plan works would be an understatement! Sending a thundercrack tearing through the smackdown symphony around you, the wand’s magical payload blasts through the roof and showers you in charred roof debris!
Frozen in utter shock, the bar’s patrons, you friends included, all turn to face you! Okay, you sigh, you know everyone’s got a lot of pent-up energy-
“EEEEEY!” Shouts a Chytree currently wringing a Gnok’s neck, “HE’S GOT A WAND!”
“HE DONE BE TRYIN’ TA’ TURN THIS HERE TAVERN BRAWL ALL VIOLENT-LIKE!” Adds a Skog pinned down by a pack of Durhers!
“GET DA’ WAAAAAAND!” Snarls one of the Durhers!
“AND GIT IM!” Shouts a One-Eyed Mox! “’E WANTS TA’ BLAST US, DUZEE!? WELL I SAYS WE BLAST ‘IM!”
The crowd erupts in murmurs of assent as they come together in a beautiful display of community and brotherly love!
The Good News: You stopped the brawl!
The Bad News: You’ve unified the brawlers against a common enemy: YOU.
https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3Fc
Still standing on the table, you feel your favorite fuzzball stir in your robe!
“MmmMmMm…” Tzah-Tzie purrs as she pokes her head out of your collar and rubs her eyes, “That nap really hit the spot… whad’ I miss, Ant?”
>Roll 1d100+3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +4 Friend Backup, -2 TT GET OUT OF MY DAMN ROBES, -5 A BUTTLOAD OF AGGRO) to not immediately get clobbered! Best of 3!
A glassware and furniture blizzard rages around you as you try to avoid getting crushed! Skidding to a halt in front of a suitable table, you quickly reconsider when a Molegg borrows it to swing around like a club! Plan B! Ducking under the table thrown by a patron who had a similar idea, you eventually find a table next to a pack of Durhers biting and wrestling each other on the floor. This one oughta’ be safe!
Hopping onto the table and clearing it of mugs and other obstructions, you reach into your robes and grab-
“Anton~”
Whoops, wrong thing! Fishing around some more, you retrieve one of the WANDS you ‘borrowed’ from the Spice Cartel during your casino escape! Great timing, too–even with the darkness you can tell the whole bar’s in on the action by now! Whipping out your… heheh… wand, you prepare to shut the party down… by any means necessary!
Taking aim at your co-owned ceiling, you grit your teeth and try not to imagine how much repairs are gonna cost before letting ‘er RIP!
To say your plan works would be an understatement! Sending a thundercrack tearing through the smackdown symphony around you, the wand’s magical payload blasts through the roof and showers you in charred roof debris!
Frozen in utter shock, the bar’s patrons, you friends included, all turn to face you! Okay, you sigh, you know everyone’s got a lot of pent-up energy-
“EEEEEY!” Shouts a Chytree currently wringing a Gnok’s neck, “HE’S GOT A WAND!”
“HE DONE BE TRYIN’ TA’ TURN THIS HERE TAVERN BRAWL ALL VIOLENT-LIKE!” Adds a Skog pinned down by a pack of Durhers!
“GET DA’ WAAAAAAND!” Snarls one of the Durhers!
“AND GIT IM!” Shouts a One-Eyed Mox! “’E WANTS TA’ BLAST US, DUZEE!? WELL I SAYS WE BLAST ‘IM!”
The crowd erupts in murmurs of assent as they come together in a beautiful display of community and brotherly love!
The Good News: You stopped the brawl!
The Bad News: You’ve unified the brawlers against a common enemy: YOU.
https://youtu.be/wiX8CJqt3Fc
Still standing on the table, you feel your favorite fuzzball stir in your robe!
“MmmMmMm…” Tzah-Tzie purrs as she pokes her head out of your collar and rubs her eyes, “That nap really hit the spot… whad’ I miss, Ant?”
>Roll 1d100+3 (+2 Loose Footwork, +2 LIMBOOO, +2 Illusionist Initiate, +4 Friend Backup, -2 TT GET OUT OF MY DAMN ROBES, -5 A BUTTLOAD OF AGGRO) to not immediately get clobbered! Best of 3!
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