.::The Underdark::. OPEN! Welcome Drows and all races!

[CalderThePirate]

As all of the ruckus was happening, Hagar flipped the table nearest too him. This provided both him and Vonyxia cover. "Aye!" The dragonborn yelled. "This is the problem with coming to Inns!" He said getting frustrated by all the commotion. "I just wanted some Ale, maybe some honey..." he said twitching. A goblet dropped from the bar, the drink inside almost poured out. It would of if it wasn't for Hagars reflexes. "Hmm..." he took a sip as a body flew across the Inn. " Too sweet." he said tossing the goblet aside like the body that had just followed.

Hagar pulled his hand repeater from his side belt, loading a strip of bolts into the barrels. He shot a clean shot at a chandelier hovering over a group of thugs. With a loud clank, the bodies of the crooks fell to the ground, crushed by the weight of the huge chandelier. "Vony, we should get our hides out of this battlegr-" before the Dragonborn could finish, the thug that had been staring at him from across the inn was standing right over him with his dagger. Ready to lunge and prepared to kill, the thug leaped at Hagar. Hagar knelt on a knee and grabbed the thugs collar and headbutted the thug, knocking the thug out.

Hagar sat back against the table once more and tried to think of his way out now. The bartender had been hiding under a bar when a crook popped out and raised his sword, ready to lob the bartenders head off. Hagar reacted quickly and lifted his arm quick enough to put a bolt between the eyes of the crook. The crook dropped to the floor, face plunging into the ground. The bolts were made of iron, unlike most wooden ones. The crook that Hagar knocked out was regaining consciousness. Hagar took his scimitar, slamming it into the crooks skull. The scimitar crushed through the cranium like it was creamed butter.

[Bramfatura]

In two shits of a second the bar was orchestrated cacophony, sounds of blades sliding from out their sheathes and crashing into another man's weapon or armour, one unlucky man only got up long enough to take a throwing axe to the back; it was the barroom brawl aria and all the fighters danced to its destructive song. Skryns caught the forearm of a thrusting short sword like a matador ushering a bull through a red curtain, only after he tensed the thief's arm dropped to the ground, a clean cut straight through the bone. The man screamed as he was thrown by his other arm across the room. Near there he saw the dragonborn pull out a repeater. A chandelier hung above the group of thugs Skryns had just recently put back into the field of unemployment. With a smile, like one from someone who gets some kind of off from starting fights in unfamiliar bars, Skryns grabbed the man closest to him and kicked him into the arms of the group of thugs. They only heard for a second the crescendo as they looked up just soon enough to watch the chandelier come crashing down.

"How d'ya like that," Skryns said, laughing like a rambunctious teen at the end of a break s**t party. "Didn't even have to go outside!"

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