[The Blue Norther Tavern]Booze, Barmaids and Brawls!! (open)

[Sam Blackwater]

*~15th of Melora in the Season of Winter

OOC:Tavern write-up for The Blue Norther Tavern can be found here

IC: The giant walked through the thick haze smoke that blanketed the scum called patrons. This was Sam Blackwater's kinda tavern! Every type of filth you could imagine was found in this run down muggy cess pool called The Blue Norther Tavern. Normally Sam had his crew with him to have a few pitchers of ale with, but they had other city delights to attend to before heading out to sea, so this darkening Sam was by himself.

The 10 foot giant made his way past some old drunken buddies, giving them a slap on the back and some wentches he fancied only recently, giving them a slap on the ass, all witha crooked tooth smile across his scarred face. "Smilin' Sam, Yah scurvy sea serpent! What kin I git fer yah?" Nuth, the bartender, barked with a partial smile to the smuggler.

"Har Har! Well I'm glad ta see yer walls ain't caved in yet, Nuth! I'll be havin' me a pitcher o' Krakken Slayer, if ye be so kind." The bearded giant barked back slamming 10 crowns on the heavily scarred wooden counter.

"Aye! Good choice!" The shirtless bartender complimented as he poured the swill in a dirty pitcher, just the way Sam liked it! Sam took the pitcher in one hand and have a lazy salute to Nuth, then found himself an empty table.

The tavern was pretty crowded this darkening, which wasn't that uncommon, as it was right by the eastern docks. This was Sam's usual place to come kick back and have a pitcher or three of some of Nuth's wicked ale. He placed his Krakken Slayer beer on the beat up table and pulled out his new pipe he just bought earlier in the brightening along with his tobacco and packed it tight. There was a torch on the wall near by, so he grabbed it and lit up. He watched as the thick white smoke blended seamlessly into the thick cloud that hung like a stagnant mist above everyone's head.

"Well serale, sailor!" A youthful woman batted her fake eyelashes at the giant as she ran a hand over his wide shoulders. "You look lonely, maybe we can fix that." Her voice was coarse from patterns of smoke and booze, but it sounded like an angelic chior in the midts of all the ruckiss in the tavern.

"I be alone, lass, but I'm not lonley. I got me beer an' pipe an' tis all I need. But I wouldn't mind alittle of yer company, though." Smoke shot out of Sam's nostrils like a dragon as he put his pipe down and pulled the wentch to his lap. The woman grabbed his pitcher of beer and took a deep gulp the took a puff of his pipe. "Har Har! Where have ya been all me life! He bellowed running a hand across her thigh.

THUD! Sam flew forward knocking the woman off his lap. She gave a yelp as she hit the floor, but Sam's immidiate reaction was to save his beer from falling over. He was successful as only alittle foam flicked out of the pitcher. "Oh... I'm so s-s-sorry, sir!" A drunk man pleaded as he picke dhimself off the floor. He was a short kemite man with a shaved head and long mustache, bleeding from his nose as he had been punched by a grey dorin who was built with muscular arms and wore a green sleeveless tunic.

Sam took a large gulp of his beer and slammed the pitcher down onto the table before standing up. He grabbed the kemite by the collar of his shirt with one hand and lifted him two feet off the ground. "Ye almost made me spill me drink!" He yelled in the man's face, flicking spit in his eye. The kemite raised his hands in surrender, trembling in the air. "No! I'll buy you a new one! I'll buy you three new ones! It was the dorin!" Sam raised his right arm and cocked back a masive fist. He slammed it into the poor kemite's face breaking his nose as a spray of blood ran like a river from his face. The noise in the tavern increased as men cheered and clanked mugs as they always did when a fight broke out... it was not Sam's intention to disapoint the people, so he threw the kemite back towards th dorin.

All aeternia broke loose!

[Marcelline Saint]

The Blue Norther was not typically Marcelline's premier choice in drinking establishments within the city, but as the girl's drinking grew heavier and more frequent, she cared less and less which tavern she ended up in at the brightening's end. And so, long as they had cheap booze and people who knew how to mind their own business, she did not care where she was. After all, if there was anything the Blue Norther could guarantee, it was that most of its patrons had bigger problems to deal with than you.

Thus, on this particular winter's eve, Mari had the misfortune of finding herself passing the time at this particular bar. A tankard of Sea Serpent kept her limbs warm and an old tattered copy of the Herald kept her thoughts occupied. She was not much of a conversationalist these days. So, Aelyria was a kingdom now? No kidding. She briefly considered how this publication had come to be not only in this establishment, but in Jaedaxia at all when the government seemed so keen on keeping its population deaf, dumb, and blind. These bigger issues were none of the girl's concern tonight though, and she shrugged away the thought with the assumption that someone had left it behind while passing through. She barely understood the article anyhow, through the haze of ale and smoke--all that political mumbo-jumbo was making her head hurt. She never knew much about Aelyrian politics anyway, except to say that they clearly had no idea what they were doing. "Quelqu'un devrait mettre à sortir de leur misère.." she chuckled to herself before an otherwise pleasant evening was ruined by the clamoring on by some drunken marauders. That was nothing new, of course, in a place like this. But, just as Mari was turning her attentions to the commotion, she bore witness to that brute of giant pummeling some pathetic, whimpering little man for what seemed like no good reason.

"Oi!" she called out before proper judgment could catch up to her. Yelling at a giant? Clearly someone's had one too many. Probably several one too many's. "Pourquoi ne pas vous prendre à quelqu'un votre propre taille, vous graisse bâtard!" She knew he probably did not understand Charismean, but she failed to provide a translation for him. This had bad idea written all over it, but Mari seemed to be none the wiser.

[Sam Blackwater]

OOC: Thanks for joining up! By the way nice quote in your sig, Roads is an amazing song!

The tough looking dorin stumbled back as the kemite crashed into him because his reflexes were dumbed down by the booze. The giant gave a hearty laugh, slapping his thigh then taking another refreshing sip of his ale. As noisy as the tavern had become, Sam involutarily turned his head when a high pitched yammering seemed to stand out like an alarm. That alarm was a short, thin looking human girl that seemed very pissed off at Sam, but for what he could not tell as she was speaking a language he didn't understand.

"Har Har! Ye better get yerself home, little girl! This 'ere bar is no place fer ya!" The gruff looking man said as he waved a large hand with an over exaggerated frown that still looked like he was smiling because of his scars in both sides of his mouth. He figured that if she was mad that a fight had broken out, then she was in the wrong tavern.

Just as Sam was mocking the young woman, the dorin rushed towards the giant and slammed his arms around Sam's waist, trying to tackle him down. The dog-like creature stood about 6 feet and the muscle on him added a good number to his weight, so when Sam was tackled, the two of them flew back a few feet, crashing into Sam's table. His Krakken Slayer beer went smashing onto the floor. "Noooooo!! The giant howled as he regained his balance and began pushing back towards the dorin. With the mutt's back exposed, Sam raised his elbow high in the air and crashed it down on his spine. A high pitched yelp burst from his snout as he let go of Sam and dropped to the floor.

Sam looked over at Marcelline and gave a large wink and smile as he picked the dorin off the floor. Little did Sam know that the dorin grabbed his empty pitcher off the floor so when he was brought up he cracked it into the giant's face, making him drop the dorin.

Blood ran from Sam's nose. This seemed like it was the 20th time he had broken his nose in a bar fight, but he wouldn't have it any other way! The dorin fired a fist into Sam's gut and he sure felt it! He cradled his punch with one hand and his nose with the other, blood ran between his fingers.

Just as the dorin was about to wind up for another hit, the smuggler grappled the beast and the two of them were wrestling to throw the other down. The bar was raging with commotion, ale flew everywhere, laughter and yelling almost drownd out the smoke. Sam managed to get the upper hand in the grapple. "Ya messed with the wrong giant, ya mutt! Har har har!" He said through a bloody face right before the turned his weight and crashed the dorin into another fully occupied table!

[Marcelline Saint]

oocsheesh! you don't make it easy on a girl! you trying to get her killed? haha.

The giant's comment caused a narrowing of Marcelline's hazel gaze as drunken indignation overcame her. Who was he callin' a little girl! She would very well choose where and when she spent her time and no belligerent fool, giant or otherwise, was going to ruin her night! Still, the man was ten feet tall. Fortunately enough for those assembled looking for a good bit of entertainment, Mari's better reason did not seem to mind. Besides, she could do with a little excitement for herself. She was certain she could outrun him anyhow.

So, without much further consideration on the subject, Mari downed the last of her ale and ran up to the closest table that had not yet been overturned. Hopping up onto the surface, she kicked a cup towards the bully of the tavern doing her best to aim it at his face. "I can talk a little slower if you'd like, monsieur."

[Sam Blackwater]

The dorin was finally down and covered in food and beverages, not to mention the odd piece of table. Sam gave out a hearty laugh and raised a fist in the air. He had enjoyed their little brawl, as he enjoyed every brawl he was involved in. It made the tavern feel... lived in. He stood up straight and was about to head back to his table and order another brew when a cup came slamming into his chest, splashing splots of suds on his black beard. It didn't hurt him in any way, but it did irritate him.

On a table across the room was that same young girl who was yabbering in some tongue other than common, but this time she spoke common... enough to insult the brawler. The giant glared at her as foam dripped off his beard and onto his barrel of a chest. His mouth was unexpressive, but the scars gave him a sinister grin. He wasn't to sure why she had a grudge against him... maybe he was beating the living snot out of her boyfriend.

The thought of that made Sam really smile, so he picked up the beaten dorin off the floor and held him up for her to see. "I see that I was beatin' up yer boyfriend, lass! Well, don't let me come between ya! A dog suits a bitch!" With his mighty strength the smuggler tossed the limp dorin over some fallen tables at the young girl, hoping to make her fall.

Sam normally didn't hit women, but if one were to hit him, he figured they forfeit that right and it was fair game. Really, he was an easy guy to get along with, he just liked to have a little fun in the taverns!

[Marcelline Saint]

The truth of the matter was, Marcelline was not afraid of Sam Blackwater. She should be, for obvious reasons--he could break her in half like a twig. But after a long enough time in the gutter and enough booze in your gut, some people's lives seem so worthless that not even they seem to care what happens to them anymore. Maybe Marcelline had reached that point. Then again, maybe this chick was just bloody insane.

Either way you looked at it, that waif of a girl had started kicking things at a giant. The sight of him with foam dripping down his beard and irritation in his eyes even made her laugh--double over in delight! That was, of course, until a certain dorin came soaring through the air straight in her direction. She was a small target to hit, but the big guy apparently had good aim. Mari and the table she had been standing on all came tumbling down alongside her canine friend. She let out a screech as she fell to the floor with quiet a clatter. Now the giant was not the only one a little soggy from spilt ale. Honestly, though, the girl was a little too drunk to know whether or not she was injured. She did not seem to be bleeding and any other contusion would not hurt 'til morning. So, she sat up on her elbows to survey the rest of the damage. Somewhat concerned for that poor dorin, she gave him a good nudge and inquired, somewhat sloppily, "'ey, ami, you alive?"

Assuming she would receive some indication in the affirmative, she would sit up fully--legs sprawled out in front of her. Oooh, her head felt a little fuzzy. Hmm, why was the room spinning? Though it took a moment, Marcelline finally spotted that brute across the room--looking so very pleased with himself! With little forethought, the girl retorted, "At least 'e iz better looking zan you!" And picking up the nearest piece of debris, she hurled it at Sam before falling into another fit of giggles. Ooh yea, this one needed another drink.

[Sam Blackwater]

The roaring in the tavern climaxed when the dorin went crashing into Marcelline's table, sending them both sprawled out on the floor. Sam's voice was getting hoarser little by little from all his laughing and yelling. T'was a good darkening indeed! Even the little girl who was laid out beside the drunk and beaten dorin seemed to be laughing and enjoying the suds in her gut!

A small piece of debris slammed into the massive forehead of the giant as he was wiping the blood off his face with his sleeve. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew who threw it. The smuggler watched as the young maiden laughed and rolled around on the floor in a drunken stoop. It made him laugh even harder. To think that a small girl like Marcelline was trying to pick a fight with a giant. Noone else seemed to be involving themself in this bar scrap and the crowd's roar was settling down now.

Sam shot a whistle over to the barkeep. "Hey, Nuth! Get this lass some Krakken Slayer an' me a pitcher o' some, too!" He pointed at Marcelline, just before flipping a couple of the tables back into their normal positions... well, the ones that weren't broken. It happens and Nuth knew that Sam always paid for his damages.

[Marcelline Saint]

"Aha! 'E admits defeat! Vive la Jaedaxia!" Marcelline cheered in response, her giggling now calming into a quiet chortle. The girl then hopped up onto her feet--a maneuver which resulted in a bit of a stumbling around to steady herself. Sudden upward movement apparently made her a little light-headed. Must move more slowly, she decided. Dusting herself off, Mari took a moment to get her bearings before calling out to Nuth, "Oui, barkeep, une autre bière!" As things came into focus, Marcelline was able to determine that most everyone had seemed to return to business as usual after their tables had been righted and the dorin responsible for it all now law semi-conscious on the floor. How very unfortunate for the girl--all the excitement had just started to get fun! She wanted to throw more random objects at random strangers! She suspected, however, that instigating a skirmish could prove far more dangerous to her health than simply joining into a pre-existing altercation. And so, she resisted the urge. Just barely.

Instead, she resolved to join Sam. That ought to be interesting, at least for a little while.. she had never had a conversation with a giant before and it is always good to try new things. She decided to investigate. Making her way to his table, she grabbed a fallen chair nearby and plunked it down across from the formidable man. "You know, I zink you might 'ave killed my boyfriend a little. Zat is not very nice," she declared as she took her seat.

[Sam Blackwater]

Sam gave a hearty bellow of laughter when the the young girl came to join him and commented on the fallen dorin. He re-lit his pipe and drew in a thick cloud of smoke and exhaled it through his nostrils. "Heh heh! Aye! T'is just another darkenin' here, lass! T'be honest, I think I threw him inta a few tables just last darkenin', but I had me crew with me an' this whole place was scrappin'!" The giant said in a calm tone, as if lost in nostalgia. Sam was an easy guy to get along with. Alittle booze, some brawling, and Sam was a happy guy!

Another thick cloud exited his mouth before the serving maid came with two Krakken Slayers. Sam gave the maiden a slap on her rear and shot her a wink. "I take it this will be on your tab, Sam?" The waitress said with a smile. "Aye, ya know me too well!" The giant replied before turning back to Marcelline.

He raised his pitcher up and declared a toast. "I say these drinks be fer a damn fine darkenin'!" He tossed back his pitcher and swallowed a healthy... if you can call it that, swig of his swill. "So, what brings ya to this tavern?" He asked as he took another draw of his pipe.