Thread: Sexy d&d IC Thread

Bottles were flying left and right, table legs and broken chairs were being used as makeshift weapons as the Hogshead Tavern erupted into a fully blown brawl. Echoes of wood smashing against flesh rung across the tavern as even those who had wanted to stay out of it, was being dragged in. And what had started as a friendly brawl between two groups, had quickly turned into a free-for-all as the effects of the alcohol consumed was taking over most people's senses. Once friends were fighting each other while enemies sided together. It was chaos, in it's purest form. Chaos Jack had managed to start, which suited his luck just fine. This was typically what happened whenever Jack begun spinning his grand tales. The kiss had caught Jack by surprise. And as the young halfling disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, Jack was dumbfounded for a second as his inebriated mind was processing what had just happened. Something that costed Jack the pain of having a bottle smashed into the back of his head. Something that quickly broke him from his reverie just in time to knock the assailant out with a solid punch to the groin. Dodging left, then right. Jack was gracefully avoiding most of the uncoordinated hits. He was an experienced duelist, able to stand his own against any single opponent. Though in this environment, well, there were enemies everywhere and very little room to move around in. Of course, such an environment was perfect for those with little experience themselves, as all they had to do was swing a table leg and someone would go down, it required very little finesse. Jack was right at home. Reaching for a half-broken bottle, he looked out across the crowd of drunk adventures and mercenaries all wailing at each other like their life depended on it. Seeing the largest of the mercenaries from before looking his way, Jack steeled himself. He had planned to just distract and run, well, it would be more of a tactical retreat if you ask him. But he changed his mind, someone, anyone, had to teach this brute a lesson of humility and respect. And sure, Jack would be worse for wear once it was all over, but he had to do it. Plus, the ladies love tough guys, so he'd wear the bruises proudly and home it paid off later. Moving through the crowd, Jack eventually reached the broad shouldered, bald mercenary. Who in the meantime had reached for a dagger... Talk about fair play. Though Jack did not allow that to get to his head, it would only distract him and most likely cause further injury. Testing the weight of his beer, old habit from his dueling days, Jack eventually charged forward. Ducking low, then rolling left he managed to dodge out of the way of first a powerful swing, then a reckless stab. The attacking leaving the larger mercenary wide open for Jack to rake the sharp edge of the broken bottle down the man's face, leaving a permanent reminder to not mess with Jack or his Crew, before Jack decided enough was enough. It was time to get out of here. Running as fast as he could, almost running into the newly arrived whip wielding woman, Jack scurried past. That fight had long ago turned into more than what Jack could handle without killing anyone, something he wasn't ready to do. Taking the young halfling up on her offer, or had it been an order? He couldn't tell, regardless, he took her up on it and ran to where she was standing. Anywhere would be better than The Hogshead Tavern right about now.