The Prancing Pony

[Elven Star]

Elv had remained quite and unmoved though the whole conversation and through the people of the Inn becoming upset with Grubby. But when Grubby jumped the man she was on her feet in seconds. She didn't intend to actually fight any one unless she had to but there was no way she was going to allow Grubby to get injured too bad or maybe even killed if she could help prevent it.

[The Witch King]

The heavy oak door of the Prancing Pony gave a mournful creak as it was pushed alightly ajar. A gauntleted hand gripped the rough wood, the metal gleaming as it caught the candle light.
It had been a while since the Witch King had visited the inn and he feared it may have changed in that time. He would never forget one of his old haunts, The Putrid Head, a dark, dank pit of debauchery and drunkeness, being transformed into a watering hole for elves, complete with pale lilac walls, floaty curtains and piped music. He shuddered at the thought, pushing the door open, as he tried to forget his hasty exit from that place.

What greeted him in the Prancing Pony was a scene of carnage and chaos. A fight had broken out amongst villagers and orcs and fists and insults were flying freely through the air. In the thick of it was his fair elf, Elvenstar, attempting to defend the wayward orc, Grubby.

A slow grin spread across the Witch Kings face as he watched the fight unfold with relish. With a contented sigh he made his way to the bar for some Morgul brandy. It seemed that little had changed whilst he had been away and it was good to be home.

[Imrel]

Seeing as she hadn't had as much to drink as Grubby, Imrel would have thought she would have more sense than to join in a bar fight. Apparently the lure of trouble just couldn't be avoided. Even ElvenStar looked like she was steeling herself to join in the fray.

Grappling with one of the locals, who was inevitably taller than her, Im suddenly found herself being flung painfully into the bar counter. She man she was fighting lunged after her, she aimed a punch, he ducked, and she caught sight of a familiar figure in black robes.

"Your Evilness!" she exclaimed, quite surprised. The man blanched midway through twisting her arm behind her back, promptly let go and sidled away, clearing not wishing to disturb the Lord of the Nazgul. "How nice to see our best customer still about."

[Elven Star]

Elv had manged to get involved in the fight by just getting to her feet. A man who was about to jump in to Grubby's fight saw her and quickly tried to pin her to the bar. She slid just to the right and in his drunken state he hit his head on the bar and fell to the floor. Elv was pleased with her self but it was short lived as another man grabbed her from behind and twisted her arms behind her in a rather painful manor. As the other man got to his feet Elv looked around for a little help. She spotted Wk but he didn't look like he was getting involved any time soon. She couldn't get her arms loose but she wasn't completely helpless. She was fighting the other man, who was off the floor and ready for a cheap shot on her, off with her feet and legs.

[Grubhosh]

Grubby was gleefully bashing her blokes' head on the floor when the witch king entered. She loosened her grip on the mans collar and looked up guiltily. Thankfully the Nazgul went over to the bar not taking much notice of her, unfortunately not all the customers were happy spectating. Someone hit her. Ow now that had been painful, she dragged herself to her feet swaying slightly and wiped the blood from her nose.

son of a - 'bloody nose, I'll skin yer alive!

She addressed her aggressor another Breeman who was trying to help his friend to his feet. He dropped him when grubby kneed him in the groin and nutted him.

aww look at that! took a little knock to the nose eh? f***ing hurts don't it?

[Imrel]

"Bloody hell, this is getting out of hand!" Imrel cried, though the situation seemed to amuse her slightly. She was getting the stuffing knocked out of her by folks she'd generally known for most of her life, and would probably go back to being on friendly terms with the next day.

A worried expression crossed her face, however, when she saw Elv being held, though still fighting back valiantly. "Maybe we can catch up later, eh Witchy?" Giving the bloke who was currently throwing punched at her (and painfully hitting the bar whenever she dodged out of the way) an almighty shove, and darted off to help her friend.

Of course, no good deed goes unpunished, and she got tackled along the way.

[Elven Star]

Elv was still giving her all trying to get lose from the man holding her arms and fighting off the guy trying to attack her. With one last effort she kicked off the guy who was attacking her and manged to ram the other guy back against the table which he then fell back over, taking Elv with him but releasing her arms in the process. Elv hit the floor with such force that for a moment the wind was knocked out of her and she sat in the floor trying to collect her self.

[Imrel]

"Ah. Well, I guess I'm not needed here." Im had emerged from the fray with a bloodied lip, and no found her friend no longer required rescuing. She settled for giving the elf a hand and pulling her to her feet instead. "For a genteel elf, you certainly know how to rough-house it," she said with a grin.

[Elven Star]

Elv laughed and smiled as she got to her feet. She shook off her dizziness and turned to look at Im.

Well Im, when you travel alone you cant depend on any one but your self you learn real quick how to not get knocked around. Thanks any way.

Elv was rubbing her left wrist as she made her way to Witchy. Leaning on the bar next to him she looked at him gave a innocent smile and tried to fix her hair which was now quite a mess.

I know what you are thinking and I swear I didnt cause it this time!

The two men who had at this point noticed she seemed rather friendly with the Lord of the Nazgul rethought trying to attack her again and took a seat to nurse their wounded egos.

[Grubhosh]

The Breelander dealt with Grubby risked a glance around her. The elf and Im were hanging around the Witch king this seemed to be a good idea the Breelanders had more sense than to annoy the Nazgul. She had turned so join them when one man thought it would be a good idea to try and smash a chair over her head, had she been sober she would have ducked. The blow sent her skidding across the floor. She tried to raise her head but couldn't. The last thought that passed through her head before she passed out was she hoped the witch king didn't nick her boots..

(ooc and with that i must leave you .. see you it three weeks )

[Imrel]

The battle- er, barfight- had been going on a while and was losing some of its edge. This may have had something to do with the participants having taken in a little more ale than was good for them. Though at first it had fueled their incense, it was now, coupled with weariness, slowing their reflexes.

This meant not only that few were able to duck in time to dodge a blow, but also that even fewer were able to throw a punch to where they were aiming it. A couple of scufflers had given up the ghost and now stood leaning against the bar, propping each other up and singing a slow, slurred battle lament. Imrel, stepping gingerly over an inn patron taking a nap on the floor, found Grubby, relatively unscathed after she had passed out (except for being tripped over once or twice).

Nursing a twisted arm in her other hand, Imrel instead nudged Grubby's shoulder with her boot tip. "Hey, Grubs." The orc seemed to stir a little; perhaps she was coming around. Imrel went to fetch a glass of water from the bar, then came back and splashed a little on her face. "Oi. Wake up."

[Grubhosh]

Cold, wet, water? Grubby stirred slightly

Oi wake up

A voice, Im? She half opened one eye to see the ranger looking down at her. Why was she on the floor? Grubby could tell it had something to do with the pain in the side of her head. She remembered being in a fight, not unusual. Grubby groaned and tried to sit up before the ranger upended more water over her, still had her boots that was good.

awh what hit me?

[Imrel]

(*Frowns* Darn, I thought I'd posted here already.)

'I'm not sure; my attention was elsewhere,' the Ranger replied, holding out her arm to show the splotchy crimson bruise showing through her ripped sleeve. 'Judging by the looks of you, though, about a dozen angry Breemen.'

Crouching down, she held out the glass with the rest of the water to Grubby. 'You sure know how to pick your fights, Grubby,' she remarked with a lopsided smile.

[Grubhosh]

She took the cup with both hands and sipped it.

garn I just hope the lads don't hear of this, I can see sarge now tears running down his face, probaly going a funny colour from not breathing proper.

She paused to have some more water

that I do Im, still alive though not many Orcs can say that eh?

[Imrel]

'Indeed,' agreed Imrel, allowing herself a small chuckle. 'You've probably outlived the life expectancy tenfold by now.'

She sat down on the floor, grimacing a little as she adjusted her bad arm on her lap. 'You don't get into scuffles like these back in Mordor, do you?' Thinking about it, Im realized she probably did.