Re: The Bearded Siren
Posted: April 21st, 2020, 8:16 am
"Ironview huh, I recall a very old dwarf by the name of Khull from that family. No Khulgrim, though the way dwarves are about their clans hard to say how near in blood. They do tend to have similar names with close family relations." Vent somehow felt the atmosphere in the bar change, but couldn't place it so he continued talking. "Well if you're looking for a job I have one that I could use help with." Unfortunately, before the elemental could elaborate the brawl started.
"Misanyt's gaze trouble is upon us. Trevor guard the bar would you." The minature dragon turtle nodded and reluctantly stopped eating. Then his companion started glaring around the bar looking fierce. One dwarf a little smaller than Vent tried to use the fight to get free booze. Trevor coughed lightly giving the attempted thief a first degree burn for their trouble. The dwarf screamed in pain and fled away from the bar.
With that Vent hopped down from his bar stool. He flipped a nearby table for two and used it as a rolling bludgeon. At least until it broke apart then the ranger took two table legs and started laying about with his makeshift clubs. He kept dropping brawlers, but more came at him.
Meanwhile, the young server who was part of the argument that started the whole thing was knocked out. The old bartender laughed and took a mug from the boys tray and hurled it at Tazroth. "I did you snake come an get me. If you can get off your fat duff long enough to fight a real dwarf!" The old bartender was drunk and overconfident. However, he had some grounds for it. Since he had fought off many orc and goblin raids in his life. He even beat a giant once with his trusty warhammer. He did always forget he was part of a scouting party at the time. When he was deep in his cups anyway.
"Misanyt's gaze trouble is upon us. Trevor guard the bar would you." The minature dragon turtle nodded and reluctantly stopped eating. Then his companion started glaring around the bar looking fierce. One dwarf a little smaller than Vent tried to use the fight to get free booze. Trevor coughed lightly giving the attempted thief a first degree burn for their trouble. The dwarf screamed in pain and fled away from the bar.
With that Vent hopped down from his bar stool. He flipped a nearby table for two and used it as a rolling bludgeon. At least until it broke apart then the ranger took two table legs and started laying about with his makeshift clubs. He kept dropping brawlers, but more came at him.
Meanwhile, the young server who was part of the argument that started the whole thing was knocked out. The old bartender laughed and took a mug from the boys tray and hurled it at Tazroth. "I did you snake come an get me. If you can get off your fat duff long enough to fight a real dwarf!" The old bartender was drunk and overconfident. However, he had some grounds for it. Since he had fought off many orc and goblin raids in his life. He even beat a giant once with his trusty warhammer. He did always forget he was part of a scouting party at the time. When he was deep in his cups anyway.