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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 1:09:47 GMT
"Oh, hideous little bastards; they'll bite your foot right off if you're not careful. If you'd like to aid me in saving the helpless young folk of this town, then I'd be happy to have a pretty young lady like you along. Anyone else? We could make this a grand little adventure."
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 1:09:54 GMT
I point to Cantillia. "She is very pretty, isn't she?" Whether or not I believe that is irrelevant. I need to deflect the half-elf's advances before he feels he can get underneath my rather fabulous armour.
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Post by anoroath on May 5, 2014 1:10:04 GMT
"As long as you keep those half-elf eyes to yourself, you can do whatever you want for all I care" I mutter beneath my breath.
"I still want to know if anyone is paying to get rid of those beasties, if not, you can count me out..." I say out loud, if not actually yelling.
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 1:21:11 GMT
<Did you say your name was Norril, or Norris, yourcomputer?>
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Post by brownbear96 on May 5, 2014 1:21:42 GMT
As the group was acquainting themselves with each other, the sound of broken glass could be heard the thr reverie of the inn. That followed by angry shouting, swears, and punches being thrown, it was a bar fight! The bar maid stood calmly behind her bar, and would effortlessly knock out anyone who tried to climb over the bar. It would only be a matter of time before the chaos reached the group in the corner, it was their choice, however, whether to get involved, or to ignore the fray.
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 1:22:51 GMT
I turn around to glance at the bar fight. It isn't my business to get involved unless someone attacks me first, so I stand aside and prepare to administer medical aid to anyone who gets hurt.
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Post by yourcomputer on May 5, 2014 1:23:09 GMT
i awkwardly ask for a drink (im probably just drunk and thats what made me go for guy) to drown my sorrows
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 1:23:20 GMT
I dive into the brawl and start throwing punches with gleeful abandon.
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Post by anoroath on May 5, 2014 1:24:19 GMT
I would glance around the Inn, trying to look for somewhere I could slip into the shadows and await the end of this stupid ordeal. If I had to throw a punch or an elbow here and there, I should not be stopped from reaching my sanctuary.
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Post by yourcomputer on May 5, 2014 1:27:06 GMT
i begin to pull a lute (its a lute not a flute) and begin to play as i try to calm everyone the fuck down
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 1:30:07 GMT
<I'm loving this mental picture of a full-on brawl breaking out and the Half-Elf just anxiously trying to play a lute to try and keep the fight at bay.>
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Post by brownbear96 on May 5, 2014 1:32:16 GMT
Norril's music goes unheard, as the violence escalates. Sure enough, for every patron avoiding violence, there's a drunk looking for it. Three such drunks find themselves charging The cleric, elf, and bard.
As for Valerius, he finds himself sewing through the chaos rather neatly, easily flooring plenty of drunks before they knew he was aiming for them. Eventually, however, a few managed to organize well enough to group up on him, as three approached them from the front.
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Post by yourcomputer on May 5, 2014 1:32:39 GMT
<HEY, gotta try something>
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Post by DerpWolf on May 5, 2014 1:34:05 GMT
I unloop my mace from my belt and make it very clear that I will smash anyone who tries to punch me. I don't follow 'brawl rules.' Plus I suck at fist-fighting.
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Post by BrotherDeath on May 5, 2014 1:34:39 GMT
Do I see the drunks engaging the other three?
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