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Setting: The Ugly Lemming - a moderately sized tavern in a hamlet village on the coast. The tavern is known for attracting the homeliest and most vile of peoples. As the ale flows throughout the place tempers rise and arguments flourish. It is not unlikely for the night to end with a great brawl.

Important Characters:
Telkir - The bar owner is a great brute of a man. Often called "The Ogre" for his semblance to those kind, though he is a human. A great axe is fastened to the underside of the bar in the event that the fight brings itself to him he is quick to dismember his adversary, though he tries to avoid confrontations.

Lio and Grent - The bodyguards of Telkir, who are Ogres. They watch the entrances to the bar (main entrance and cellar exit that is behind the counter). Alike Telkir they only get involved in battles if it threatens them or their master. They fight with brutish strength, often flinging foes into the fray - or each other.

Rules: Introduce your character but entering the bar, feel free to have a drink and chat. Give yourself any race you can imagine - the only rules here are no extreme magics (the battle must always be containable inside the bar and not destroy the exterior of the building - contents are fair game) and no guns. Allow this to progress like a normal role play but be sure to be controversial (racial slurs against other players characters - such as a jibe at Goblins if a hobgoblin walks in). And don't be afraid to throw the first punch. Above all, have fun and remember - even if you first character dies - it's a bar so more people are libel to come!

Layout:

|------------/-------------|
|X.....[]...............X..........|
/....T..[]...........................|
|.......[]...........................|
|[.......]...........................|
|==================^=|
|....................................|
|--------------------------|

Legend:
/ = door
= = seperation to upper level (there is a second floor that fills half the room - like an upper balcony)
^ = stair case
[] = bar counter
| or - = wall
... = floor (except the ones inside the [] which are just more counter)
X = Lio and Grent
T = Telkir

Note: Circular tables are spaced out around the room.

A fat man walked into the bar, took a whiff and smiled - satisfied that it had a sufficiently musty smell. He wobbled his way to the bar and stared down the barkeep for a moment or two - "Not too busy here is it?"

The bar keep grunted and slammed a pint of ale on the counter, "four silver"

The fat man paid his due and began sipping the ale - it tasted awful.

(( I know you wanted to introduce the char by entering the bar, but you knwo me I don't do well with rules, they are more guide lines :P ))

Looking at the man that just walked through the door, she sighs. Pulling her cloak over her face more so that only her lips can been seen, she looks out to the window and thinks to herself, why is she in such a place?

This was of the few taverns in town that looked half decent and it to had many problems. This was only one short stop that she would make but, something told her that this night would end in and unpleasant manner. Raising her glass to her blood red lips and slowly drinking back the liquid, she surveys the building looking for and advantage.

Wade walked up to the tavern, staring at the door before walking in and catching the eye of a rough looking man. He was about 6'4", fairly muscular. His black slacks swished lightly as he walked to the counter. He at a stool, calling the barkeep over as he pulled off the crimson sun glasses that were covering his eyes.

"Give me something hard..." A tough and fluent voice came from his mouth.

"Are you even of age son...?" The rough looking barkeep asked, looking him up and down.

"I'm sorry sir but I am twenty five..." He blinked a few times, his fiery eyes seemed slightly irritated.

"Ok..." He grunted, looking him over one more time, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, setting in on the counter along with a shot glass. "10 silver please..."

Wade pulled a bag from his waist, the silver chain around it clattered lightly as he counted out 10 pieces of silver, tossing it on the counter.

The fat man fired back his third pint and slammed the misty mug onto the counter - shattering the glass.

"Pardon my accident" He spoked between hiccups. "Hey son, you look outta place." He jibbed at the new comer. "How about you buy the next round or I'll tell everyone what I did with you're mother this night past"

The man smiled profusely, his belly jiggling with every word.

He raised an eyebrow as the fat man spoke to him

"How about you buy the next round or I'll tell everyone what I did with you're mother this night past" The glutenous smile on his face made him sick to his stomach.

"How about you shut your mouth before I make you swallow your own teeth...?" He pulled his sunglasses back to his face, putting them back on.

He downed another shot, popping his neck as he set the glass down, squeezing is so hard that it shattered in his hand. "Pardon my accident..." He mocked the fat man, giving him a short glance.

The fat man's pompous form shuddered for a moment, and his large arm heaved back and sung at the young man - aiming for his face in a feeble attempt to knock the man out of his seat.

"Pardon my accident." He said as his arm sailed through the air.