Zee DnD Game Thread

[feuer_faust]

As this is the DnD game thread, please don't post in here unless you're in the game. For my players: once you've got at least a character conept down (I think you all do), you may post... most stats and stuff won't matter just yet (not until the first fight kinda thing).

It's Friday afternoon, and the Galloping Peacock's happy hour is in full swing! There's people single, dancing, and generally making fools of themselves with drunken glee. You are all here, conveniently, sitting at the same table you've sat at since you first met the mysteirous old man that pointed you at a dungeon full of riches a year ago.

Since then you've been on a few quests, rescued some maidens, slewn bandits, and made a name for yourselves as The Brikwarrriors (although nobody seems to get it). It's been dull lately, however, and you're starting to wonder when the Plot will come back and put your group in the spotlight again...

[IVhorseman]

I roll for perception. 26.

[feuer_faust]

You fail. And die.

Next!

EDIT: Also, You folks may begin posting.

[Erasmas]

*Dagen Stonesong sat quietly at the party's table, leaning with his back against the wall, his butt on his stool, and his feet on a nearby chair. As a halfling, he couldn't reach the height of the table, so it would have to do. His greataxe rested against the wall beside him, never more than a short leap away from his calloused hands. He looked down at them now, observing the dirt and the blood that had hidden itself in the recesses and creases in his palms. He sighed deeply. We need to return to the wilds. This city... disgusts me. The small barbarian swilled another gulp from the over-sized tankard that sat before him and slammed it back onto the table. He climbed onto his stool and then onto the table itself. He belched loudly, and then followed it with as booming a voice as he could muster. Perhaps he was bored, perhaps it was the dwarven ale he had ordered. It didn't matter... he needed the rush.*

"I'll take any man here! Five gold to any bastard who can best me in an honest fight!"

[IVhorseman]

Kika placed her hand on her face, once again embarrassed of Dagen's behavior. she wasn't quite sure why he'd do things like this, but it at least offered a decent distraction. while burly goons and hairy men turned their eyes towards the midget of a brawler, kika combed her hair to cover her eye-socket, and kept her good eye on the lookout for something more... profitable.

I make a perception check to see if there's anyone who looks like they'd be reaaaaally easy to steal stuff from, or just someone who looks loaded and happens to just waltz around with astral diamonds. I rolled a 14 (actually, can i just use the 26 from earlier ?).

[Gorchek]

Cyo looks up from his card game at Dagen's outburst. Of all the halflings in the world, why did he have to end up with one as boring as a dwarf? Trying his best to ignore him, he returns to his cards, wispering "For once that things are calm, why can't he just enjoys himself instead of looking for trouble".

[IVhorseman]

out of character stuff is in italics. Dagen, what class are you? i'm getting the impression of fighter, which coming froma halfling is... unusual...

[feuer_faust]

For a few moments there was a stunned silence. At length, a burly man swaggers up, hamf fists resting on his hips, sharp eyes peeking out under a jutting brow covered with greasy black hair. "Eh, what? The little child thinks he can best a fully-grown man? I could use the fiver, so you're on!"

Roll initiative... I assume you're all just rolling at your computers and being honest.

Bar Goon
Initiative Roll: 16
AC: 12 Fort: 16 Ref: 12 Will: 14

Kika, you don't notice any one that particularly stands out, but nobody looks particularly gaurded either.

[Erasmas]

*Dagen looks the man eye to eye, since he's standing on the table already.*

"Pick yer battlefield, ox... cause ya be callin it a night; and ya might as well be comfortable where you fall!"

*The halfling cracks his knuckles and cranes his neck from side to side, widening his stance.*


{OOC: Yes, Dagen is a fighter (I was informed that barbarians don't exist), though he's pretty much barbaric in nature. And yeah, halflings make great fighters in 3.0 (+1 to hit and to AC), but not sure how it'll translate to 4th.

Initiative Roll: 19 (I'm pretty sure you said 4th level.)}

[feuer_faust]

ooc: Initiative = D20+Dex Mod+1/2 Level rounding down+misc

[Erasmas]

{OOC: Fixed... I hope. LOL}

[feuer_faust]

Yep, so that'll add +2 to initiative. Your action... I assume the other are simply watching. If you wish to join in we'll need initiatives.

[IVhorseman]

hell yes, a 27!

Kika decides not to bother with looting anyone right now - it looks like dagen might actually put up a good fight. Not one to take action unless needed, she waits with her crossbow oh god, crit fail on that stealth check for concealed weapon, still got 14 though, and lets the fight commence. she'll help when she's needed

basically, i'm deferring this round. Dagen can make the first move, and if he needs it, i'll help

[Gorchek]

Init: 8

Looking up, Cyo sees the challenger (a farmer, perhaps?). Shaking his head in resignation, he picks his cards back up, making no move to interfere.

I take a good look around the bar, trying to see if anyone else is planning on joining in uninvited. Insight roll is... 12. Ouch.

[feuer_faust]

Initiatives:

Kika - 27
Dagen - 19
Bar Goon - 16 | AC: 12 Fort: 16 Ref: 12 Will: 14
Cyo - 8

"Right here and now seems as good as any, unless you're afraid of being emabrassed in front of the town!" The man cracked a toothy, crook-toothed grin, rearin' to go.

OK, start of a new round now that we have inititiatives. Since Kika is forgoing the round (I assume) that makes Dagen's post.