Closing Time (Bar Fight Thread – Open to All!)

[Leoric]

It had been a long day or two for Leoric. He had been traveling by sea with a horribly green crew and then decided it best to leave that crew behind and head more in land to see if there was a Job or someone looking for someone to get hurt. Once he entered scara brae the first thing he did was start talking to some of the local gals. It didn't take long for one or two to get attracted to his gruff, big strong adventurer, look. So when he asked where the nearest tavern was they insisted on going with him.

It was still relatively early in the night for Leoric’s taste when it came to visiting taverns, but after the two days he felt like he needed to get right drunk and probably start a fight or two, maybe get laid in the process.upon entering the ‘Minister’s Alehouse’ the Bar brawler, with woman in tow, found a table in the corner with a messy table top and sat down at it. Snapping his fingers for a bar maid to come clean it up. It didn't take long before he had ordered a feast for himself and his companions and had by his count at least a dozen or so Ale’s and some shots of some elvish swill that made his head feel funny.

“You see, once the Demon cried out my name i made sure to rip off his lower jaw so it would be the last thing he ever said. And then i cut shoved my sword into his head and got sprayed with demon blood.” Leoric said with a joyful demeanor. His leather vest was starting to grow heavy on him and his pants just felt all kinds of bunched up on him. It wasn’t long before his body began to ache. The booze was setting in.

“But isn’t getting demon blood on you a bad thing?” One of the girls said.

“I heard it turns you into a demon yourself.” the other said.

“Nonsense! That was well over a year ago and i am no demon! I may be a demon of the bottle but i am no legitimate demon…” The drunken brawlers words seemed to trail off as a disturbance broke his concentration. Some little brat had just pushed a fully grown orc back across the tavern, and then that orc shoved a ranger, no maybe a rogue, who was laughing at him into some dwarves who were starting to get rowdy.” … Girls, leave the tavern. This is about to get messy.”

The girls were all too eager to leave as the tension in the air began to thicken. Leoric was ready to jump in the fray to take care of the orc. Cause it had been a while since he had to fist fight one. But then the Orc seemed to fall flat on his face. If Leoric had drank another mug or two of Ale he probably would've missed the little foot tripping the behemoth of an orc.

THUD!

As silence fell across the tavern everyone looked around for a moment before the raucous behavior broke out once more. Leoric spotted a seemingly Unpleased individual enter the tavern and take a few steps before turning to leave. Only to be stopped as there was now two drunken idiots blocking the way out. Leoric chuckled to himself as he spotted another orc getting increasingly angry at the person at his table. He stood up and let out his battle roar.

At this another Orc stood up and started growling. Leoric knew all too well what was to come next and quickly stood up, He was going to go after the orc duo that was about to start their fight when he noticed something quick move out of the corner of his eyes. As his eyes met the individual about to strike the body of the rogue Leoric leapt into action and let out a quaking strike towards this individual who as he spoke triggered the memories to flood back into the Brawler's mind.

“You are right in more then one way, my old friend!” Just before his punch would connect a gust of wind rushed towards Leoric from all directions, kicking up any loose dirt, dust, or detriduce on the floor before sending it up in a double helix pattern around leoric. The gust of wind then quickly poured its way down his right arm and expelled a tremendous force intended to impact his target’s cheek.