The Blood-hungry chair weilder Rogovich felt something bounce of his head and then realised it was a skinny scrap of a goblin.. looking to see how the creature was proppelled he spied a brawny half orc grinning back .....an angered madman picked up the goblin by the scruf of his neck and threw it above his head before hitting the poor thing like a baseball with his chair at full speed towards the bardic orcs groin. STEEEEEEEEERIIIIIKKKKKEEEEEE 1!

J'aran quickly leapt aside, causing the airborne Goblin to smack right into the face of a Dwarf, who was just picking himself up after a short period of blissful unconsciousness.

"Hah! So you think you can defeat me by using my own weapons against me? Think again!"

And with this, J'aran runs forward, only to stuble and fall over yet another unconscious local. Making a flawless roll however he lands on his feet, right before the Madman. In one sudden movement, he thrusts his whole body against his opponent, sending him flying backwards into the wall.

The very pissed off Goblin picks up his poisened dagger and runs at the idoit with the chair.

<font color="silver"> Entering the bar, the Mysterious Elf notices his "friend" (OOC: note the inverted commas) the Modding mage amongst the brawlers. " Well if hes here, this will be easy " speaking to the crowd, his voice magically amplified and as Creepy as ever he says "Right, now Im going to teach you lot how to fight. Larry- if i could borrow Brightblade " he flings his staff in the air and raises one hand, deftly catching the Katana which had just flown at him. Utteromg a few strange words, he throws it straight back at the modding mage, with a look of disgust on his face. "looks like ill have to use my own arsonal- KURRA MITOS PELRIMO" suddenly his Staff stops spinning, and remains suspended in the air, now the only source of light in the bar room. With a flick of his wrist, an enchanted Quarterstaff appears in his hand.
<center>"Now whos gonna fight me ??" </center></font>

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Stepping up behind the Mysterous Elf Dagorion kicks him in the back of the knee making his legs go from under him. The man then grabs both of the mages arms and ties them behind him, wispers into his ear "remember mage, you cant use magic here" and hits him on the head with a bottle of Moonshine; knocking him out. seeing a rather pissed off looking goblin named Shadowhound he grabs an orange out of his pack and throws it at him, hitting the theif right between the eyes.

<font color="gold"> Feeling VERY glad to know how to fake being uncontious, the mysterious Elf stands back up and slips the ties off his hands. Staggering slightly from the Bladesingers attack on his knees, he attacks his assailents knees by sliding along the floor with his Quarterstaff out to the appropriate side. When the Bladesinger is Down, The mysterious Elf picks him up like a piece of rubbish a slings him out the window.
<center>"Now who else is gonna fight me ??"</center></font>

Not realy surprised by the Mages action he lets out an insane giggle and enters the bar once again. Unsheathing Sorrow he lifts it up and throws it at the back of the mage. Moving to the Bar he sits down and orders something to eat.

<font color="silver"> Quickly turning around and Catching the Katana, the Mysterious Elf places it into his armour. "Youl get it back in the Palace". Deciding that the bar is currently a dead zone, he disapears his Quarterstaff with a flick of his wrist, and shouts "ALYE MELLESER TOLRE" suddenly, all of the lighting comes back on, and his staff falls into his awaiting hand.
"I will return. Be ready, I want a real challenge" and with that he turns back toward the door, strides out and mounts his awaiting Griffin. </font>

OOC: Now, now, this is a bar room brawl in which magic is disallowed [img]smile.gif[/img]

IC: After wrestling the potion-enhanced man a littel while longer, he started losing interest. As he flew backwards through teh bar again, he decided not to rush back for once. Pounding and eating others was good fun too.

Especially dwarves. Dwarfs were small, but they were nice and fat, and put up a good fight before they lost. Dwarf throwing was an art which ran deeply in his blood too, though it didn't surface as strongly in him as it did in others.

He leapt to his feet and bounded towards the nearest cluster of them, hammering his axes against theirs. At least axes left scars

seein two oponents runing at him madman lited the goblin rolledhim into a ball and hurled him into the nearest spitoon.. now battling ferociously with the half orc and losing due to the orcs immense strength madman reached for the nearest bottleand hence christened the orcs face wth it like a newly built ship.