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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 1:53:47 GMT
I'll go low as well with my Intimidate check if you don't mind, Bear. I'm not changing any action, I imagine I'm a pretty frightening sight; you can decide any negative modifiers based on that as you wish.
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Post by yourcomputer on May 5, 2014 2:07:29 GMT
I take a fist to the nose immediately knocking me unconscious.
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Post by brownbear96 on May 5, 2014 2:11:12 GMT
I'll go low as well with my Intimidate check if you don't mind, Bear. I'm not changing any action, I imagine I'm a pretty frightening sight; you can decide any negative modifiers based on that as you wish. You got a 3, so, as you charge with your chair of +1 bludgeoning, many of the drunks with poorer constitutions flee, leaving the tougher ones to get walloped by the chair. Thankfully, not many of the drunks were tough, so Valerius pretty much knocked out anybody with the gall to fight him.
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 2:13:17 GMT
In an attempt to make sure none of the drunks beat this poor bard to death while he's already KO'd, I wave my mace threateningly towards any that come near. I make it very, very clear that this mace will go right up their ass if they aren't careful.
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 2:14:15 GMT
Ok, now describe the scene to me if you would be so kind, Bear. How many people are still fighting?
<Oh, and that chair was at least +3, are you kidding? The finest chair in all of Tamriel.> <And let me know how much XP those drunks were worth. I'm expecting at least four levels from that brawl.>
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Post by anoroath on May 5, 2014 2:15:35 GMT
While Valarius manages to go on a rampage, I silently sneak out the door, to avoid having to mingle anymore than nessesary with these... people.
<Really g2g now, should have 2 hours ago xP>
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Post by brownbear96 on May 5, 2014 2:24:21 GMT
<Nigga, I don't know what Tamriel standards are, but they must be pretty damn low.>
Anyways, With Valerius' outburst of... shall we say manliness? The only fights left are one on one, between men too drunk to properly throw a punch. The bar maid can be seen dragging anyone unfortunate enough to be knocked out (Thanks to Valerius, that was a lot of people) out the door. The exception was the poor sod Cantilla got her hands on, him she laid on a table, and tried her best to seal his wounds so he wouldn't bleed to death in her bar.
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 2:26:58 GMT
<The Elder Scrolls, mang! Get it together!>
I attempt to help heal the man with a heal check. (High) I then look around to take stock of who is still around. Valerius, and Norill. One of whom is unconscious. Great, really.
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 2:27:02 GMT
I'll just help drag out the rest of the bodies, chuckling contentedly as I do. Oh, except for Norril; I'll pay for some rooms and dump him in one, making sure he isn't too badly hurt as I do. If he's hurt, I'll let Naeris know.
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Post by brownbear96 on May 5, 2014 2:36:14 GMT
<Perfect 6 bruh!> With the knife out, the man's wounds stitch nicely, as well as much internal damage that had been done to him. The drunk, however remains blissfully unconscious, as such, the bar maid drags him out with the rest.
Norril doesn't have any injuries, other than a nasty shiner on his left eye.
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 2:37:39 GMT
Now that this ridiculous fighting is over with, I order another (non-alcoholic) drink from the bartender. "Valerius, that was some... interesting show of skill. Where'd you learn that?"
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 2:38:59 GMT
In that case, I assume that all is well, give my thanks to the innkeeper for an enjoyable evening, tip her a silver piece and hit the sack in my own room.
<You'll have to tell me how much I ended up spending; two rooms, three pints of Fine Mead, and two tankards of Beer. Plus damages, I suppose.>
Before I do, I respond to Naeris; "My dear old Dad wanted to make sure I could look out for myself. Saw that I got a few good life lessons first-hand."
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 2:43:43 GMT
I quietly finish my drink and wonder how long I can get away with napping in the corner before the barmaid will kick me out. I don't really want to have to pay for a room for the night.
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 2:46:25 GMT
I see Naeris move to huddle up in the corner and call to the innkeeper before I retire, asking for a third room for the good Cleric and throwing whatever it costs to her.
<Again, I'm going to need numbers for all of this, Bear, if we're going to bother counting it against our characters (in which case I also want XP).>
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Post by brownbear96 on May 5, 2014 2:49:05 GMT
<I more so intended this to be for developing personalities and backgrounds, I'm a little disappointed nobody went through the trouble of telling their life story.>
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