Salonius slips and finding himself on the table pushes himself up careful to avoid the presumably greasey floor, "I am truly sorry gentlemen, I am afraid I seem to have slipped in something. I am very sorry to have disturbed your leisure please accept my sincerest apologies."
Saul hears nothing in the full and loud bar. And even if he did - simply following Salonius' gaze, who seems to know what to look for - tells him that whatever it is, is out of range.
The gentlemen at the table don't take well Salonius' clumsy spilling of some drinks. And they don't care about apologies. The first fist hits him as soon as he pushes himself up from the table again, sending him into the lap of the next guy. Who is also not pleased.
Fhingle ducks under a table hoping to stay out of the brawl of the long legs
Everyone is staring at the fight to break out. On the neighbouring table a mug falls over and the beer wets a guys pant, who gets up and pushes the one sitting besides him for doing so. The other one refuses the accusation and pushes back.
Salonius faces another punch.
The guy behind Logan breaks a chair on his back. Another one joins the fight with the neighbouring table.
Realizing things have gone badly wrong and having no desire to prove his "worth" in a fist fight Salonius dodges between the two men to one side spins and casts charm person on the nearest of his assailants.
Logan takes grabs the arm of one in a tight grip and Saul makes good use of that.
The other guy suddenly asks himself why again he was so upset at Salonius and decides to swing his fist at Saul instead, but misses.
One goes for Logan to help his drinking buddy.
The last one goes after Salonius but can't get through. The brawl spreads over all the bar, with half the patrons in an uproar already. With Clenchjaw sleeping through it at the bar.
Fhingle allows his divine power to flow through him, channeling it into a blessing.
Logan knocks the guy out.
Logan gets a hit in the kidneys from behind.
While Saul manages to evade the blow coming at him.
Sauls punches are off, as his memories are, as he can't concentrate in this environment.
"Stop your friends hurting my friends, this was just a misunderstanding!" Salonius calls to the charmed man.
He then dodges back further around the table and scatters colored sand which turns into a cone of scintillatinly brilliant colors which assault the two men in front of Logan.
Salonious knocks out two of the patrons, but draws the attention on himself from those hit with the color spray, but not affected.
Also Logan catches another punch.
Fhingle unleashes a bout of holy energy healing everyone in the bar.
The guy is not hard to hit, so Saul adds a solid blow. While Fhingle helps prolong the fight.
Logan takes out the guy in one go.
Noticing that this black haired (or blond?) guy looks a bit too close at him Vendaflek casts sleep on Salonius.
The two patron left from that table keep attacking Logan and Saul.
Saul is again lucky, while Logan is hit hard again.
Clenchjaw wakes up from the turmoil and cries out "NOT AGAIN!"
Logan takes another one out. While Saul does only half the job.
Fhingle sprints forward, the tall chairs he ducks and weaves around, heading straight for Logan.
The remaining patron throws another fist at Saul.
And this time he isn't lucky and gets dealt the pain.
With the last patron involved with with the group down the fight ends in this part of the tavern. But also around some people went down and those who didn't got tired. But here and there fists and mugs are still thrown around.
playful pranksters that spend most of their time either
relaxing in cool forest glades or engaged in some sort of
prank. Although such mischief is usually spontaneous,
some faerie dragons have been known to spend months
or even years in preparation of one truly spectacular joke.
Travelers making their way through lands known to
be inhabited by these good-natured—but sometimes
annoying—tricksters are advised to keep up their guard lest
they face all manner of creative annoyances (horses painted
with berry juice, squirrels placed inside bedrolls, and
clothing decorating high branches being a few examples).
Unlike true dragons, faerie dragons do not grow larger
with age, but their scales do change color, starting with
red and moving through the rainbow to reach dark violet
at old age.
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"Your dodging skills have gone down in prison, Hawkes. We are going to have to find you some better armor, looks like. Fhingle! You got any healing left?"
Saul glances over at Salonius. The young mage was pretty beat up too, and quieter than normal.
I wonder what we can do to lure the dragon out into the open. A gift? Set him up for a big practical joke?
"Clenchjaw, sir... You notice any booze going missing recently? Like disappeared over night? Wondering if our invisible little friend has a preference."
Fhingle touches Logan with his hand, the holy energy wavers brightly as Fhingle channels his powers.
Fhingle then moves to Salonius, touching him in turn
"Who else boss?' Fhingle says with a smirk
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Recovering a bit, thanks to Fhingle's magic, Logan takes a pull from his hip flask. Seeing Clenchjaw noticing this move and giving him a dirty look, Logan says, "Sorry. Reflex action. I'll have another beer. Thanks."
Note: don't drink my own stuff in front of the proprietor.
Then he turns to Fhingle. "I could use another hit of that, if you've got one left."
Fhingle looks at the large human strangely a bit but draws his hands in and releases a large bust of healing energy.
"Where is this dragon? Salonius can you see it?" Fhingle says
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After a bit of recover (and not a few mouthfuls of beer), Logan begins to feel better. It's then that he realizes his friends are talking about some sort of invisible dragon.
How much have I had to drink?
"Dragon? If there was a dragon in here, there'd be no room for us. Maybe you guys have had a few too many tonight."
However, he doesn't remember Saul talking about seeing dragons, drunk or sober. Something fishy is going on here. Logan looks around the room to see if he can spot anything.
Now that everything is over the dragon disappears from the lamp. A faint flapping noise is heard and then it is gone. Hiding somewhere else in the bar.
Fhingle spins in circles trying to find the dragon, "What about throwing flour in the air? Wouldn't it cling to it?" Fhingle asks
[b]"Are you trying to make even more of a mess?"[/] Clenchjaw inquires angrily at Fhingle's sugguestion.
"Flour I said, no I am not trying to make a mess but if you cannot see it it might work, or start throwing some towels around high spots?"