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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Burgins notices his companion's change in mood. With a strange look on his face, he says:
"I-I suppose so. She's no sweetie, mind you, our arguments can wake the neighbours, but even so, she has made me who I am and I owe her a lot. She's also made possible me lads, and they are the most important thing in the world, bratty as they are at times..."
He stares at nothing for a bit, in a contemplative mood, while he finishes his beer.
 
"Two sons? Aye, they must be proud to have you as a father" Thoruk says with a small smile coming up his face. After they ate their steaks Thoruk looks for the waitress and looks towards Daugo "so.. do you know a place in this village where I can buy myself some new equip? I really need some clothes and I need to sharpen my ax. If you have a smith or an weaver in this village I would be glad if you could lead me there.." Thoruk says as he gets interrupted by the waitress. "I'll pay for me and my friend" he says as Daugo looks at him like he didn't wanted Thoruk to pay for him.
 
Grimnir enters the Tavern, orders a warm beverage, and goes to the Tavern keeper to see if there are any beds available.
 
"No, I can--oh, all right," says Daugo, rather satisfied by the fact that he had dinner for free. "Well, Thoruk, you're in luck. My 'in-law owns a tailor shop over by the East Gate... I can get you a discount on clothes. And Old Samwald has a respectable forge over on Market Street." He takes a draught from his beer, smacking his lips. "Nobody will be open at these hours, though, and less so with this weather. You'd do better to stay the night and go shopping tomorrow."
 
"Dessie, I'm gonna head on in, try and find us some hot food and good ale. You can have your pick at this lot if you want. Could always use the gold." Dimitri says. Loudly humming an old Gondorian marching tune, he strolls into the Prancing Pony and orders some food and 6 pints of ale.
 
Margoz attempts to figure out why he is trying so hard to be funny, but quits and looks at Iver oddly, "Just a simple run away from home. Highly personal. Since you know where I am from, I assume you are from Dale? Anyways, what brings you here, or is it personal as well?"
 
"True, i am from Dale and i come here as a trader and a wanderer. I always loved the west and this area in particular.." Iver said while wondering why that guy didnt laugh about his pun, and then it hit em like an angry drunk dwarf. He probably didnt understand that earlier due to his drink but now it all comes togethe. Away from home even though easterlings hates traveling to the west, the tear, runing away from a personal reason. This man was either a traitor or a muerdurer, the two types of men Iver knew he is gotta stay away from. "Well that was fun and all but i really need to go to do something important and such" he said nervously. He stood up without even finishing his drink and start walking toward the door.
 
The inn-keep was passed out drunk on a bench next to the door that led to the inns. Grimnir could see that the keys lay on a string around his neck while his hands loosely clasped a half-empty bottle of gin. [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

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Dimitri's meal arrived, a fat pork chop with some carrots that sizzled next to the meat. His waitress poured his drinks out and left him to enjoy the meal but before he could- [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]

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A lumbering man, near seven feet tall, stumbled over an oblivious hobbit, tripping over and falling backward onto Dimitri's table. Pork chops, carrots, and cutlery went flying across the room: one chop slapping into Margoz, a carrot hitting Daugo and ricochetting off into Thoruk's beard, and a knife impaling the wall directly 2 inches from Grimnir's head. Laughter erupted throughout the Prancing Pony. One man grabbed the hobbit for causing the larger one to fall over; another punched his friend and stole one pint of Dimitri's ale that lay on the floor; a dwarf was kicked in his groin in the impending stampede as people clambered over one another and an all-out bar brawl began.
((Everyone inside the Prancing Pony is now involved whether they want to or not in this fight. Daugo-Thoruk, Margoz-Iver, Dimitri, Grimnir, Sigeric can now all interact with one another within the Prancing Pony.

Elodrin and Deslan are outside and the bar and may get involved if they rush in to see the commotion.))


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Iver decide the getting out is now a bad idea and run toward the bar itself, trying to jump over and hide behind it till the fight is over.
 
Grimnir sees the brawl occur, but does not draw his axe, he had fought in many brawls before, a good laugh it sure is. But he wishes not to stand out, and deal nigh deadly blows. After all, the fools are drunk, and there is no need to kill for the Crimson Dwarf. He instead takes this opportunity to take the keys from the passed out innkeeper.
 
Daugo yelps in confused fear, slithering down his stool and below the table before anyone was the wiser. Down there, he sees a bottle of wine drizzled in grease, and grabs ahold of it by the nose. A sober Daugo would stay away from the fight, but that bit of beer he drank was enough to make him poke out from his hiding place and see what he could.
((I am slightly confused, am I the hobbit that was in the way, or was that another one?))
 
Sigeric had little interest in the drunken brawls of commoners. There was no glory to be gained in such disorder. When one of these events occurred, however, it was difficult for a bystander to avoid being caught in the midst, willing or otherwise. The northman reluctantly took a final sip of wine as one of the Bree-folk was launched into his table, knocking it over. Sigeric decided that he must make the best of the situation, picking up his halberd. He didn't intend to use it, though he hoped that not even these drunkards would be fool enough to attack a mail-clad man with a polearm. He saw the hobbit and his friend who had unwittingly instigated the fight being grabbed and beaten, and felt compelled by honor to intervene and protect the little folk.
 
Thoruk just wanted to thank Daugo and appreciate his help as he sees the carrots flying towards them. He picks the stuff out of his beard and looks at the chaos in the tavern. "What in Durins name just happend here?" Thoruk says and takes a look under the table where Daugo was hiding. He looks around and sees the family he saw before cowering in a corner, a guy jumping behind the bar and another guy who gets throwen out of the window. "I fought a few battles and brawls, but this is none of my business" he says to himself and starts to grin. "Ey lad, we better get out of here, don't you think? but first, let me take a last sip of that mug" he says as he grabbes a mug filled with beer from the table next to them and as the hobbit looks towards him, he points towards the big guy who's raging around in the middle of the chaos. "Do ya have an idea how we can avoid that giant, Daugo?" he asks the hobbit while laughing.
 
((@king You're committing borderline powergaming by RPing other characters. Don't RP those drunk men. As the DM I'll do that. Alright? Please edit your post to exclude those parts and delete the previous OOC (()) posts.))
 
Daugo shakes his head. "Nope. I'm not even trying. I have no intention of getting my innards mashed into pulp by drunken savages, and that giant is several times my size. I'll--I'll wait right here. You go ahead if you like," he says, extracting his right hand from a previously fetal position, "been a pleasure knowing you, be sure to pass by my stand on the morrow."
 
Thoruk looks at the hobbit who seems to fear the chaos in here and stops laughing. "Aye, sure I'll take a stop by your stand, but I won't leave ya alone here lad. So if ya have no problem with that I'll stay right here and give ya a bit of backup if someone goes to crazy" he says as the hobbit looks at him and grabbes his ax with the pure intention of protecting Daugo and him. He takes another sip of his beer before talking on "I have no where to stay anyway, so I need to wait untill I can ask for a room here i gues." he says as he has one eye on the brawl going on and the other eye towards his friend.
 
Dimitri watched as his precious ale was grabbed by some drunk fool and spilled all over the ground. This was an outrage. No, this was HERESY. Dimitri rose from his seat, and grabbed the bugger that spilled his version of holy water. "You spill my ale; I spill your teeth." Dimitri said, right before slamming his fist into the man's face. Right after that, he threw the man into the crowd and charged in, steel fist and iron gauntlet slamming into men, hopefully wounding, but not killing. "You spill my ale, you spill my food. I spill your blood." Dimitri roared.
 
Grimnir looks at the fools all competing against each other, and notices someone with an iron arm, though, not impressed. He uses the keys to see what doors open whilst the others brawl on.
 
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