Re: The Cantina - Part Deux (OOC)
All of you are in a bar tossing dwarves and drinks when in walks this tall glass of water. Said glass was in the hands of a Water Genasi who ignores you to watch the elf belting out songs in front of the fireplace. Well, belting isn't quite the word you'd use since she went from belting to beating them like a misbehaving child about three songs ago.
The songs are taking a beating, your ears are taking a belting, the liquor is watered down so much you ceased getting past buzzed about an hour ago and, just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, in walked a dame with gams that wouldn't quit and went on forever. She was so tall you couldn't see anything but gams, the hole she left in the bar as she went through one door and out the other, leaving behind her Heraldic symbol, before vanishing into the night being chased by some of the roughest, ugliest, stinkiest looking dwarves you've ever seen. Their eyes promised murder if anyone tried tossing them which was just invitation enough to Percival Mortimer Winterbottom the Third, your Barbarian, to try since he had run out of willing dwarves three rounds of drinks and tosses ago.
His eyes lit up, he got a big smile on his face, and soon a dwarf was flying through the air cursing Percival in an impressive array of languages.
And that's how the fight (and campaign) started...