Hey there guys
i know there is much conflict in Iw over petty crap so i thought Hey if anyone has problems wit anyone else let them settl it with a good old fashioned game of fisticuffs! any takers ( the bar was quiet and the fighting circle was bare)
Oh sorry almost forgot there arent any rules except for these two

RULE 1 . Dont talk about madmans bar room brawls
RUle 2 . see above
Rule 3 . lets kee this clean

now all i need is a few fighters...... and fel free to issue challenges to anyone you 'd like yo take on and if they dont fight ya then cissies they be

Hey, I kinda like this idea! The 'Fight Club" of IW. I think I'll hang out for a while!

::looks around for someone to spar with::

I'd like to fight Madman to see who is better! I remember starting a fight with him ages ago but he sisseyed out!

**chuckles** like this time?

Yez! Me brother 'n I iz ready ta kill yuz all!
Meet me twin axez!

**grins with a handsome and attractive (rightly so) smile** mez hammar iz for da taking! (dont know what it means, but oh well)

The giant man waved his 300 pound hammar above his head, wind wooshed loudly. Then he dropped the hammer's head on the ground, and brought up one of his arms, showing the metalic design

"Thiz me new arms!!" Then he sighed pitifully "me no eat thiz time, arrrrggghhhh"

Then he looked to his brother "did yez bring da watermelon?"

Da exzdra zquizzy wat'rmelon? Dat one'z in me uvva pantz. But I got der drow'z 'ead ta take it's place.

*hands over a slightly pale and rotting drow head*

"Arggghh!!! yaz gota eat it fast, mom sayz no good to wait" the giant man says "good snackz fer wating da fight." the giant man sits down and crosses his hammer on his laps. He takes a piece of Drizzt and...

[the following scene is censored due to intense violence and grusome interactions]

Agh! 'Urry up yez pansies! We'z almost out o' brainz 'n da fight haven't ev'n start'd yet!

Where'z them days you'd step inta a bar 'n they all waz fightin' wot wiv dem chairs an' all? An' where'z me ale? Ahg!

<font color="red">Lance Dragonhart(i changed his name to lance)

Lance strides into the room and to his surprise he see's Leo and his brother standing there and begins to laugh hysterically, "LEO! You mayhave eaten my uh... Drizzt but you wont TAKE ME THIS TIME!!! MWAHAHAHAH!!!" he says as he pulls several small vials, including but not limited to... Potion of frost fiants strength, several potions of defense and such. Than he throws down his bow and chainmail. "C'mon LEO! Lets fight... 'Hand ter Hand'" He says as he laughs diabolically, while drinking his last potion. He then enters the ring.</font>

Legolas stood waving his axes

"Yer on illegul stuff ye are! Wot's that? Yer such a coward ya can't even keep yer bladder in check wivout dem drinkz! Real men fight wiv 'ands 'n twin axez 'n heavy hammers, an' on empty stomachs! 'fter we beats ya we coulds get poisoned from eating ya, yer chick'n!"

<font color="red">"Aye? a proper fighter should fight on an empty stomach, you say, though your threatening to eat my flesh? HaHaHa! Your a walking contradiction!" He laughs as he loosed an extremely large brick and hurled it at the man holding the twin axes...</font>

He stands still as the brick flies past his face and crashes through a window. Only a man flying through would have made a better start of the fight...

"Agh! I eatz you after der fightz not befoor! 'N ya can't ev'n throw der brikz right!"

Legolas strides over to the nearest table and picks up a man, only to send him flying through the air and crashing down on the table of two mean looking dwarfs. He picks up the other drinker and throws him out the window, after the brick.

"'F it'z fight ya wantz, it's a kickin' ya getz!"

Mowing about with his axes, he charges forward...

this be a no magic zone so hands only lads.....

picks up stool and seeing the aggression in the others beginning to dwindle smashes the bar stool over barb's face 'WHO DAReD YE CALL A SISSEY??' and awaited reply

<font color="lightblue">Larry walks up to the check in counter, and speaks to the office clerk.

"Is there anyone in this place to give me a challenge? It would certainly be cool if another moderator were here to fight with, but if not...I guess I will have to deal with whatever peon you can scrounge up..."

The office clerk looks at the modding mage with eyes of unconcerned boredom. </font> <font color="silver">"Take a number, sit your ass down and wait your turn...punk boy."</font>

OOC: There's nothing magical about an axe... ;)
And every bar room brawl involves crude weapons, swearing, cursing and tearing the bar apart [img]smile.gif[/img]
What better way to do so than with a fireball? [img]tongue.gif[/img]

IC: He'd have liked it his my brother got up and started swinging his hammer, or maybe if the sissy came to and actually started fighting back. The muscular madman with his axes must have looked rather foolish standing there all by himself with his axes raised. People were already recovering from the initial shock, it seemed.

Having nothing better to do, he pulled a knife free from an upturned table and leered at the crowd. Deciding he had a deathwish, he quickly turned 180 degrees and threw the knife.

The blade sailed through the air and came to a rest less than a hair above the moderator's head.

"Darn! 'E'z sittin' now!"

Seeing chaos brimming in his bar . he let out a blood curdling scream LETS RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE seeing barb reeling he turned his attentions to the others as he waded into the fray

<font color="red">Running towards the man with the twin axes who was nearly twice as tall as him(and no im not a dwarf,gnome, hobbit,etc.) and delivered a blow of 25 strength the the ogreis mans gut. and watched him sailing of into the distance, on a collision course with larry the moderator. ~Oh Jeez... Please don't hit Larry... IM TO YOUNG TO DIE!~ He thought looking on with intense worry about the moderaters power.</font>

<font color="lightblue">
While reading the bar rules given him on a flyer by the desk clerk, Larry barely notices a knife a few inches above his head that was not there a minute ago.

"Oh... no magic it says here...well, I guess I will have to adapt if I wanna join in the fun. Well, let's see...what could I be?..."

Larry began to ponder on what he could do to enter the fray. He was thus in thought when he looked up to see a bundle of flesh come sailing towards him. Spotting a bench on the other side of the arena, Larry was instantly there, looking in the distance at a large giant-kin slamming into the wall...and crashing into the floor where he had just been sitting. He looks around to see who had hurled this beast at him, contemptuously.</font>

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The wall smacked the air out of his lungs as he crashed into it. Splinters thrust themselves into his thick skin, but he did not feel them. The knifehandle, however, was uncomfortable. Too bad he had not gotten any scars yet. But the night was still long.

A bit shaky, he rose to his feet. No need to pick up his axes, this man he could take with his bare hands. And without cheesy potions of Titan Strength.

Rolling his muscles once, showing off to noone in particular, he locked eyes with the pipsqueek. His feet were moving, and the distance closed fast. He returned the pleasure with a blow to the chin, crashing into a chair because he could not halt soon enough after striking the blow.

"Dere ya wuss! Thinks yer can jus' t'row me 'round like a dwarf? Eat bar!"

And the poor man was, indeed, flying straight toward the bar. It's nasty edge would certainly provide some friendly bruises.

Turning his back on him, he walked back to his brother.

"Now don't go eatin' all da breenz! I likes them too. Tell yer what, yer goin' ta kick someone an' this time I'z lookin'. Right after I getz me axez."

<font color="red">Flying through the air he smashes into the bar and breaks straight through it crashing into a giant shelf of ails and beers. "You'll pay for that!" shouted the bartender. After half'a'minute Lance stood up, wiped some blood off his chin and picked up the bartender.

He then threw the Bartender at the Giant, and though all he did was bounce off him. The Gigantic man turned and shouted, "You want s'more aye?" They both approached eachother and locked in arms, their strengths were matched, as they raged on in their hand-lock...</font>

<font color="lightblue">Watching the brutal show, Larry decided that maybe he did not want to get involved in this melee. After all, the rules specifically said "By appointment"...and, well, he was not appointed to this skirmish. He would definately be next in line for either whoever won this battle or whatever newcomer strolled in as stupidly as he had...</font>

While he was wrestling the man with the potion imbued strength he was already looking around for the next target. The mage would have been a fne challenge, normally, but the owner specifically disallowed the use of magic. Food always tasted better when it had tried to fight back.
Having nothing better to do, he spit in the little man's face. His axes were tugged into his belt, but he didn't want to end the fun just yet.

<font color="lightblue">
Having the innate ability to discern the thoughts of all those around him as though reading it from a page...Larry decided that his "Mage appearance" had to go. Deciding on a particular form, Larry's robes suddenly changed into black Studded Leather armor and instead of a staff, he held two Katanas. They were named the Brightblade and the Nightblade, respectively. He had used the both of them in other battles across the Ironworks realm and he intended to put them to use here. All magic that the swords wielded in another part of the Internet world were disabled here, in this arena. Larry smirked and looked around, waiting for a challenger. </font>

<font color="red">Lance Dragonhart

Noticing that the giant was paying as much attention to the fight he went to aim a kick at the mans knee. It hit and he watched as the giants knees buckled and he lost his balance. Now dropping back and aiming a punch for his face he let it sail...</font>

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A long-haired black-clad Half-Orc entered the tavern, heavy iron-plated boots thudding on the floorboards, drawn in by the noises of the continued fighting inside. He tossed his lute into a corner and unhooked his nasty-looking morningstar, called Mayhem, from his belt. Gripping it menacingly, he adressed the man dual-wielding the katanae, who seemed to be standing about aimlessly, a bit bored. Speaking in a low, throaty whisper, he said,

"Is this a private brawl, or can anyone join in?"

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the deranged one himself approached the halforc acknowledging teir similar blood-lines he spoke surprisingly softly this is my freind a free-for-all weilding a seemingly unbreakable steel chair he invited the newcomer to join i a he waded bck into the fray swinging his mighty chair wildly

He took the blow straight in his face, not even trying to get out of the way. It was a shame the man did not carry a knife, for that would have left a lovely scar. As it was, though, the blow dazed him for a second or two.
When his vision cleared, he saw the head of his brawl pal hanging low over his. Tizk, tizk. He headbutted him, then rolled over and pushed himself up. A shame his axes were on the ground again.

A shame his brother was eating all the brains.
A shame his brother wasn't enjoying the fighting first hand.

As soon as he was up, he charged into the rising figure of his 'friend' and drove him into a table. As he backed off, he grabbed one of the dwarfs sitting by it by the neck and tossed him to the other side of the room. This was not single combat, this was brawl. This was fun.

A goblin quietly slips into the room through a broken window and looks around in surprise as a dwarf goes flying past his head.

he quickly dived under a table.

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.