Bellinha winced as Monty struck the stranger wielding the spear...with the Falchion...wait wasn't that a spear?  She could figure that out later.  Right now she had to stop the boar from harming more innocents.

Since words, and pig jokes, weren't going to work, then they'd have to beat him down.  Bellinha swung her sword, but turned the blade so that her blow would not be lethal.

OOC:
Bellinha Grunnel rolled 22 to hit for 10 points non-lethal damage.

In reply to Breya (msg # 28):

Monty gets the one-two from the Go-Go-Gadget Spear/Falchion and Bellinha's sword/club.  He throws out both hands, one connecting with the miraculous Magi's shoulder 5 pts damage Bel

Meanwhile, on the other side of the tavern...

Flea looks a little hurt at your cruel, cruel words Kozibi.  Then he manages a bite on the bombastic Breya's forearm

8 pts damage Breya.  I do like the name by the way.  Just asking because I was trying to figure if it was a hold where he could bite you.  I decided that, yeah.  He probably could.    Will consider counter arguments if you have one though.

And yes. Geese are definitely assholes.

Your guys go.  Not much left now.

Well technically if he's pinned, it's debatable if he can do anything but I like it for something different.  Honestly if he wants to start biting... I mean he asked for this.

"Oh so we're biting now huh!?  What are you, six!?"

Since he's still Grappled and I don't have to re-Pin, I can opt to do damage. So I shall!  Good news is, no roll, bad news is no Power Attack or Bleeding Attack or anything cool like that.  Though I think Weapon Specialization still applies so I left that in.

So Breya bit him right back.  She couldn't take such a chunk out, but she could take his ear and pull hard on it.  It was savage, but he really was messing with the wrong redhead here.

22:48, Today: Breya rolled 12 using 1d3+9.  Unarmed Damage.

"I normally like my bacon cured, smoked and crispy, but I guess I can try it raw!"

Bellinha grunted as she took the blow to her shoulder.  She remained undeterred however and decided to return the favour.  "I'm trying to be nice here." she growled as she swung her blade.  "Stop fighting!  I mean it!"

OOC:
Bellinha Grunnel rolled 19 to hit for 6 damage (non-Lethal)

Watching the boar-man strike the woman, Zekk tilted his head towards her shoulder,

"Wouldn't recommend that. Moving aside is far more preferable..." he winked at her, swinging powerfully, twisting his torso at the boar-man, trying to sever his head from his shoulders. He was done with this fight... this pig was just annoying at this point.




Attack roll: 17
Damage Roll: 12

Kozibi suddenly flinched and reared back slightly as the grappled 'couple' started biting one another. "...uh, do you two need to get a room?"

It threw off his aim a little as well when he swung next at Monty. The longsword maybe caressed a few furs as it winged past. Kozibi frowned at the blade as if it had told an offensive joke.

OOC: Sorry if I wasn't clear, but last round Kozibi was hitting the Not-Flea, Monty, the guy we came in to find. He figured Breya had Flea.

19:16, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 10,4 using d20+6,d8+3.  Longsword (non-lethal) vs Monty.

Cassandre had been paralysed by either angst, saudade, or ennui — either way something very foreign and not recommended when you’re getting into a tavern brawl. You know these people who freeze and decide to have an inner dilemma or monologue while fists are flying? Well one little tiefling was being exactly that moron.

But then she snapped back into it. She wasn’t all that sure about what do, despite the copious amount of thinking she had been able to do while others were throwing axes or biting lard. Oh well, if her best friend was going to bite some bacon, she might as well sear it for her.

A hand on the cat’s head, and his eyes went red, started shooting laser beams, and focused on the fatty bit on the pinned boar’s side.
 “Next I’m whipping up a dip for you, big B.”

She hopped on a table to get a vantage point on the skirmish.

Cast Burning Gaze on Apollo - Pinned Were Boar takes 2 fire damage (and potentially catches fire)
Move: hop on table.
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In reply to Kozibi Januson (msg # 36):

Monty looks put out as he's being ganged up on.  Then he stops looking hurt as his eyes suddenly go glassy and he falls backwards, hitting the ground.

Who wants to see if he's dead or napping?

Meanwhile, the Inn fills with the smell of something cooking...

Flea flinches as Breya kneads and Cassandre via Apoolo cooks.  But he's not on fire...yet.

He does double down on the chomp though Breya

7 pts damage this time Breya.

Also, can everyone roll me a d20 for no specific reason?  Really.  It's not at all related to lycanthropy.

Cass and Koz, you guys can sit that roll out.

Breya was out of soft targets to bite, so she grabbed something that shouldn't be twisted and twisted it.  Hard.

19:41, Today: Breya rolled 12 using 1d3+9.  Unarmed Damage.

19:41, Today: Breya rolled 6 using 1d20.  NO REASON WHATSOEVER.

So, since I rolled low, he becomes a Were-Breya.

Following the were-boar to the ground, falchion aimed downwards in a stabbing motion, Zekk followed the body's momentum, and slammed the falchion with force into his face.

"No open casket for you, piggy." he grunted, slamming his weapon down into the creature's eye.



If possible, I'll happily coup de grace him.

Rolled a 6. Definitely not related to lycanthropy.

There was a satisfying thump of her flattened blade against Montys side followed by an even more satisfying thump from his body hitting the floor.  Taking a moment to assess the situation in the Inn, she glanced around.

"Are you alright, Sir." she asked Zekk as her attention swept the room.  Her shoulder throbbed slightly but she pushed it away.

Her eyes landed on Breya, who was still wrapped up with Flea and....biting him?  That couldn't be healthy.  Who knew where that guy had been.  Cassandre was helping her as well.  That was good.  Teamwork!  Yay!

Bellinha quickly stepped over to Flea and thwacked at him with the flat side of her blade.


OOC:
Bellinha Grunnel rolled 18 to hit causing 10 damage (non-lethal)
Bellinha Grunnel rolled 8 for no reason whatsoever

Kozibi saw Bellinha and the other man helping them had Monty under control. Or under the table. Or maybe six feet under - that new guy was BRUTAL and bloodthirsty. He and Breya would either be fast friends or just HATE each other's guts.

He hurried over to Flea and swung out, but barely managed to put any strength behind the swing. He followed the swing up with another round of painful banter. "Stop BITING or in a fit of really gross irony, I'll chop you up and feed you to pigs!"

OOC: Inspire Courage is DOWN, no more bonuses.
Move to Flea and whack him with the flat of the blade.

23:22, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 20,3 using d20+5,d8+2.  Longsword (non-lethal) vs Flea.
23:23, Today: Kozibi Januson rolled 16 using 1d20+11.  Intimidate (Demoralize) on Flea.

As Zekk stood back up, his blade was missing... or left behind in the guy's head? Nope: gone. Still, his hands were empty as he leaned forward and gently pressed on Bellinha's shoulder, testing it for pain and injury,

"I'm fine, but you've been hurt." he said, just before she turned and rushed over to help her friends.

Shrugging, more to himself than anybody else, Zekk listened as the long-haired one made a fairly hilarious comment, and he chuckled. Approaching the bar-staff, he waved a hand towards them, indicating he would like a drink as he sat down at the bar,

"Got anything strong enough to smooth all of this over?" he asked, completely uninterested in 'looting' Mr. Dead Piggy, and seemingly unperturbed by the continuing combat behind him.

In reply to Zekk (msg # 43):

Flea goes still.  Whether it's from the buxom Breya's bountiful bruisings or from all these thwackings from flats of swords, who knows?  But he is turning back into the hateful elf you've all come to know and...hate.

Lori Grats,the waitress, blinks at you Zekk and then puts her hands on her hips, scrunching up her face.  "Smooth this over?  Mister!  You just got punched up by a...whatever the hell these things are!  Freddy!  Go get Moon!  Now!"

She turns and pushes you Zekk towards a chair.  And then she strides over to Bellinha and Breya, pulling the wrestler off the floor.  "And you two too!  You're bleeding! I don't put up with my guests bleeding!  Sit!  Down!  Now!  Hey!  You Two!" she shouts at two of the bystanders.  "Well go get Oren!  What are you? Stupid!  Let's move like we gotta purpose here people!"

In short order, you all are seated at a table, tankards of ale and bowls of gombs set before you, while Moon is patching wounds and Oren is listening to one of you tell him what just happened.

Moon looks grim. "I patched up their wounds.  But..."

Oren raises an eyebrow.  "But..."

She wrings her hands.  "They got bit or scratched by a lycanthrope Oren.  Whaddya think I'm saying?"

He sighs.  Then looks at Breya, Bellinha, and Zekk.  "Any of you feel...ticklish?"

You all three feel...ticklish.

Moon grimaces.  "That's one of the signs.  What about turtles?  What do you guys think of when I mention turtles?"

Breya, Bellinha, and Zekk...the moment you hear the word TURTLE  your vision seems to go red.  Your teeth start to grind.  You just...hate...turtles.

Moon shakes her head.  "Ticklish.  And an unexplainable and pathological hatred of turtles.  It's an almost textbook case of early onset lycanthoposus."
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Kozibi had sat down once the fight is over. There was a half-finished mug on the table recently vacated. After a moment's hesitation, and a glance around, he shrugged and quaffed it. There was a bit of yelling and commotion, but he stayed quiet and just rested a bit.

Then the talk of lycanthropy came up. His brow furrowed and he got a strange scrunched up look on his face. Finally, he called out "Wait, wait, wait! Feeling TICKLISH? Hatred of TURTLES?? You can't be serious. That sounds ridiculous." He frowned more. "...and how do you know about this?"
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"But I hated turtles before."  Breya pointed out.  "Smelly little slow ass bastards carrying shacks around.  Right, so all we have to do is kill the one that bit us right?"   She cracked her knuckles.

In reply to Kozibi Januson (msg # 45):

Oren and Moon look at you like you've said something strange Kozibi.

Oren cocks his head.  "Have you ever met a werewolf who didn't hate a turtle?"

One of the bystanders nods his head vigirously.  "Oh yeah.  When I was a wererat, I just really hated turtles.  I'm better now.  But turtles still kinda piss me off."

"Oh don't get me started," says Lori, plunking down a platter of sausages.  "When my Dudley got turned inta a werebear, he'd look under all the furniture. Just swearin' he could smell a turtle somewhere in the inn.  I was like "You gone daft as well as hairy?  There ain't no turtles in my inn!".  But he was like, "Nah. Nah.  I can smell that stinky bastard!  He's here somewhere!".  And all the polka dancing.  Don't get me started on the polka dancing."

Moon shakes her head.  "Hey.  Don't any of you worry,"  She pats your hand comfortingly Breya.  "We'll get this cured before the spontaneous polka dancing starts up."

Oren coughs.  "Well.  Lycanthropy isn't all that uncommon in this area.  Probably about...I dunno...half the village has been a lycanthrope at one point or another.  That's why the night before a full moon we make everyone touch some silver.  Just to be sure.  And why we don't allow anyone with an accordion into the village.

"At any rate.  No.  Killin' tha elf guy isn't gonna fix ya up Breya.  We gotta get you folks to a cleric.  Unfortuntely the druids are outta town.  So you'll have ta go somewhere else.  Father Henrik isn't strong enough to remove this curse."

He considers.  "You got about three days.  So you could trek up to Coinhaven if you had ta.  And didn't stop for any breaks.  But that might be tight.

"Should also be a ship comin' in today.  Captain Eddels boat.  She should be headin' to Smythers.  And I think there's a ship pullin' out in the morning to Roundsburg.  All three of those places should have a cleric who can fix ya up.

"I'll pay your passage if you wanna take one of the boats."
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Bellinha was resisting Lori at first.  There was still stuff to do and she didn't feel too bad so her injury could wait.  She made some apologies to Lori as she wriggled away.  Flea and Monty had to be restrained so that they didn't just pop up and start making nonsense again.  And any valuables that they had on them would be given to Lori in restitution, and buying a round for the others that had been in here before the fracas had started.  That was only fair.

Eventually her skills at evasion, her respect for Lori, and a strong desire to not anger either the Innkeeper or Moon, made Bellinha cease her work and have her injury tended to.

Then she received the bad news.

Bells eyes went wide as she heard Moon talking about early onset of Lycanthropy.  From the injury that she sustained from the were boar.  "....no...." she said quietly to no one in particular.  It felt like her whole world was falling apart with that diagnosis.  She looked back to the prone and bound forms of Monty and Flea.  She was going to become like them?!

"....no..." Bellinha moaned, dropping her face into her hands.  How was she going to explain this to her family?  What would they think of her, as a were boar?  There was no way that she could ever show her face in Coinhaven again.

All because of those two.

Bellinha stood up slowly, very slowly.  Dangerously slowly.  Whatever conversation came after Moons diagnosis, Bellinha did not hear.  She was tied up with her own thoughts, and a rising rage.  She had tried to be nice, she was holding back on trying to kill them, and this is what happens?  Her gaze swept back to where Flea and Monty were.  "YOU SON OF A GRAAAAA" she snarled before proceeding to kick seven shades of holy hell into Monty with a furious purpose.
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Breya watched that appreciatively.  "Oh that's hot."

She figured it was best for Bellinha to work that out a little bit.  She would get back to the problem of furry disease momentarily.  "Hey, is there any reason to leave them alive, even if killing them won't cure us?"

In reply to Breya (msg # 49):

Orus scratches his chin, apparently coming to the same conclusion as Breya.  About letting Bellinha work it out of her system that is.  Him finding it "hot" would be kind of awkward.

He shrugs at the latest question.  "Well...if you want to interrogate 'em or somethin'. Then yeah.  You could keep 'em alive.  But I think Monty's already dead. Shame really.  He played a good game of gin rummy.  But if you wanna execute 'em..."

Another shrug.  "They're both probably pirates.  And...I'm kinda curious what they were doing at the Brangham's place.  Now that I think about it, I don't think we've seen the Branghams in a week or so.  I'm gonna go up there and take a look around.  I have a feelin' I'm not gonna like what I find."

He shakes his head when he looks at Flea/Alfie.  "Lanna Brnagham is only 15 years old.  I hope she'll get a chance to turn 16."

Leaning back in his chair, Zekk took a deep gulp of his offered drink. It'd been too long for him, so he took full advantage. Listening to the others talk this all through, he swirled his straw around with his mouth, somewhat bored. New disease? He'd seen half of 'em. It was free transport offered, so not a big deal. Cleric would probably need a favor or two, but that was small peas.

Watching the pretty girl beat up the body, he raised an eyebrow, but didn't flip out like she did. Maybe the thought of becoming a hog was troublesome to her. Not to him. Hell, he'd been called a hog in the past, and he hadn't even had lycanthropy at the time.

"When's the ship leave? And how often are the shifts? I mean if you can just throw me in a basement before the moon shows it's face, I can wait it out, and then be on my way, no harm done." he shrugged, seemingly unperturbed by the whole thing.

Breya sighed.  "About that.  See, what I wanted to do today was collar the idiots still in town so they couldn't hurt anybody, then get whatever passes for the law here to lock up the idiots and help us round up a few bully boys to go back to their headquarters.

"I... uh... there's no good way to say this.  There's bodies there.  I pulled one girl out of a barrel.   She was dead, broken neck.  I laid her down on the floor in a corner, did the whole arms crossed across the chest, coins on the eyes thing.  It's more dignified to be dead on the floor than being dead stuffed in a barrel, so I guess that's better, but she's still dead.  That, uh, well it could be this Lanna person.  I don't know.  Anyway I figured some people probably want to get those bodies because we did not have time to open literally every barrel and check every corner for all the victims.  But I'm telling you that place is dangerous.  We left Little Stitches behind.  But he asked to stay behind.  I figure if there's anything dangerous in there, he's scouted it out.  I was hoping to go back and help today, but... well looks like that's not happening.  I'm telling you people though.  I'd say we at least go back for Little Stitches, but... well three days means three days.

"Right then, I have to sort something else out.  Two things actually."  Breya sighed, got up and clapped her arms onto Bellinha's shoulders.  "Hey gorgeous, you're radiant when you're pissed off like that and I hate to stop you when you're making me aroused, but... gonna need you to come back to the present.  Kick him one more time huh?"

She didn't linger there, as much as she might prefer to.  There was something else to do and only Breya could do it.  Well that was a lie but she could probably do it faster.

The World's Most Annoying Elf Who Bites People was hoisted up by one arm, then grabbed in both and shook most non-gently.

"Hey dungbreath!  Our deal, such as it was, didn't say anything about you biting me.  So here's the new deal.  I do not like hurting people, as off brand as that is, but I will do horrible things to you if it means someone who isn't a stain on this planet is safe as a result of my hurting you in horrible ways, capiche?  So the deal is you tell me every single stinking mudchewer who is part of your little operation here in town right the hell now.  You do that, and I don't mutilate you.  You say one smartass thing, or don't cooperate, I'm going to break both of your legs.  I'm not an asshole so I'll do it clean, there's a right way to break legs so that they'll heal, but I'll do it so the local sheriff won't have any problems collecting you and you won't pose a threat to nobody.  You have to the count of five and yes that's because I don't know how to count any higher than that so there, I made the joke for you.

"Now tell me what I want.  One.  Two -"  She was already winding up.

Bellinhas mastery of salty language was on full display as her boot crunched into Montys side again and again.  It was as if she was determined to show off her vocabulary to the dead lycanthrope, using words that any sailors close by would recognize.  She did not notice, or did not care, when her kicks stopped making crunching sounds and were making wet sticky sounds instead.

She did stop when Breya put her hands on her shoulders.  Bellinha cuffed at her eyes.  She wasn't wiping away tears, she just had something in her eye from the fight.  At her friends suggestion, she gave Monty one more good kick.  Then one final kick to get the rage out of her system.  She turned away from the body and took one step towards the table where her friends were sitting, before turning back and giving Monty one final kick.  She missed a little bit that remained.

Regaining her composure, Bellinha returned to the table, taking the time to fix a few loose strands of hair that had decided to rebel in the last few minutes.  "My apologies.  Uhm....you were saying?" she said calmly to the assembled table as if she had not just flown off of the handle and cursed her way into a fit of rage and violence.

"Coinhaven is out.  It's too far." she said after getting caught up on their options.  She did not mention that her family were in Coinhaven and she could not face them with this news.  She could just imagine what her cousin Tomana would say?  "We need to have this taken care of this quickly.  We'll try Smythers and then Roundsburg.  If neither of those places has a skilled Cleric, how far is it from Roundsburg to Coinhaven?"

In reply to Bellinha Grunnel (msg # 53):

Orus watches Breya and then scratches his chin, looking back at you first Zekk.  "Yeah.  Sorry Stranger.  That don't quite work for us.  We'd have ta kill ya ta make sure it don't spread.  Not anything against ya mind. But lycanthropes can get a tad bit ornery an' outta control."

"Not to mention that the final stages of the disease force you to become an asshole. Like this guy," the halfling healer named Moon jerks a thumb at the elf Breya is shaking.  "Do you really wanna act like him?"

"Anyway.  In answer to the rest a' the questions, we'll get you guys to Smythers.  Even if I gotta charter one a' the fishing trawlers to get ya there.  If we can get you out by night tide, you should get to Smythers in the morning.  The cleric there is a fellow named Tottenhat.  He's a decent sort.  And I know he can do it.  He's un-cursed some of my people before.

"And as for the bodies up at the manor...Bell told me about 'em.  I'm puttin' together some folks to go get 'em.  We'll make sure everyone gets a decent burial.  It's the least we can do for 'em."

"See?  Stop shaking me." Alfie says at the end of Breya's enraged arms.  "It's just me an' Monty.  Jeez.  How many spies do you think we need in a little speck a' map like this place?

"We just keep a log of all the merchant vessels coming and going.  The Captain would send someone to collect the logs from the scarecrow, just like I told you.  We were gonna bug out with 'em when they next came.  But they're not due until the end of the week.  So lighten up, alright?  You'll live longer. And maybe not be as ugly."

End of the week would be in five days.  So it sounds like you would have time to get to Smythers, get healed, hop a boat back to Salt Lick, and ambush whoever it is from the pirate ship all within five days.

Easy peasy.  Right?

Of course...if you guys want to split up into two parties, I'm not gonna stop you.

Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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"We're no good cursed like this."  Bellinha said.  She looked over at Zekk.  "A danger to Salt Lick as Orus said.  We cannot just sit this out.  We have to get rid of the curse."  She gave him a apologetic smile.  "I'm sorry but it looks like you are going to be travelling with us."