[center][h2]Keregar[/h2][sub]Warlord of Kereg-Kor
Interacting with: Several NPC Drakkan and an NPC Gem[/sub][/center]
It didn’t take long before Keregar found his choice bar. One could simply follow the commotion coming from it and sooner or later you’d find it. In Keregar’s case, the sun was already setting as he found the place. Which was, for some reason, avoided like the plague by many other of his kind. Happy, he marched up to the place. Outside there was little that marked the place. No chairs or tables outside, nor a plaque to mark it. The only special thing was the lack of windows and doors. Though it soon became obvious as to why. As a Drakkan fell screaming from the second floor. Only to get up again, look sad at the broken bottle he still in his hand. After which he just stumbled back in.

Keregar grinned. The place hadn’t changed a bit. He walked inside as well. Two hearths were warming the place as stone tables and chairs literally nailed to the floor were filled with Drakkan young and old. All drinking. Some to drown their misery.  Others would just laugh and toast. Most were far down the rabbit hole. A few old friends of Keregar yelled a greeting at him. Which prompted several drunk strangers to also raise their tankard, yelling a half-understood greeting. The Warlord knew he’d have some catching up to do. Behind the big, granite bar an older Drakkan stood cleaning a tankard. His white beard and curling horns a testament to his age. [b]“A tankard of Northern Diver!”[/b] he yelled and The bartender dutifully filled a tankard. After the first one, Keregar began to drink the various kinds of mead and beer like it was water.

People next to him were taking on entire bottles. [b]“Hey you! Yeah you”[/b] One yelled, getting Keregar’s attention. [b]“You’re… you’re that one guy!”[/b] Keregar just raised an eyebrow. [b]“I think you’re mistaking me for someone.”[/b] But the strange Drakkan was adamant as he walked towards the Warlord. [b]“No! No I know ya! You’re from that ‘euhm. Circus! Yeah!”[/b] Keregar did not take the offense lightly as he slammed his tankard on the counter. [b]“No! No not the circus. The ‘auhm-“[/b] a friend of the stranger, equally if not drunker, joined in. Throwing himself over the shoulders of his mate as he yelled: [b]“The blood games!”[/b] The first stranger shot up as he heard it.[b] “Yeah! Like, a hundred years back! I had good coin on ya!”[/b] And Keregar had won.[b] “Here, lemme pay for your drunk. Horrac! The strongest, most expensive drink ya got for me friend here!”[/b] The drunk stranger yelled. Though the bartender did not move until he saw a very full coin purse. Soon after he took it, he placed an expensive looking bottle before Keregar’s nose. [b]“Enjoy it mate!”[/b] the stranger once more said, and Keregar raised the bottle in a toast and gave the Drakkan a curt nod. It tasted absolutely delicious. A vicious burning taste ignited Keregar’s throat like never before. He took a second gulp from the bottle, when a stone whistled before his face. Destroying the glass and spilling all booze on the ground. Keregar looked up from where it came. Some idiot from outside threw it in. Thinking he’d hit some random Drakkan he was arguing with now. Inside the bar. Keregar, angered by the loss, threw the rest of the bottle onto the ground. The band that was playing, fronted by Drakkan playing an exceptionally small piano with a particular talent for cheery tunes accompanied by flutes, drums and even a violin, stopped mid-play as the glass shattered.

[b]“You broke my bottle!”[/b] Keregar roared. The thrower, clearly as intoxicated as Keregar was, just turned to the Warlord and yelled: [b]“What you gon do about it, eh!?”[/b] Keregar already felt the influence of the alcohol taking a hold. He loved it. Not knowing better he just broke into a charge. He pushed a chair away, breaking the legs off the nails. Soon enough he had slammed the thrower against the thick, stone wall as Keregar roared straight in his face. Behind him, pandemonium erupted as the band began to play their [url=https://youtu.be/YPaz0p2dpEk?t=17s]tune[/url] again. Soon enough some fool tried to throw a chair on Keregar’s back. The wood shattered, but the Warlord barely felt anything. In anger he just turned around, seeing the chaos unleashed. People everywhere were fighting, slamming each other’s head against the stone tables or throwing fists. The nailed down chairs were quickly ripped off. Sometimes a piece of the floor came with it. Some Drakkan, in flames, screamed passed Keregar, trying to get outside. All the while the band restarted their cheery tune. Glass shattered against the ceiling as a Drakkan was flung from the second floor’s balcony into the mayhem below. Even two female Drakkan in the corner joined the wrestle. Keregar, rather annoyed by losing his drink tried to get back to the bar. He had to push away several idiots. One almost flew against Keregar, though he quickly got up and jumped back into the fray. Not even caring he nearly hit the larger Drakkan. Suddenly a greased, filthy pig ran before his feet. Chased by two other Drakkan trying to capture it.

Eventually, he reached the bar again. The chair he wanted to sit on was ripped off the ground by some angry Drakkan who threw it towards a corner. So Keregar just decided to stand in its place, ordering another tankard. The bartender was seemingly not even aware of any brawl. Even though a glass bottle was flung at him just as he ducked behind the bar to grab a tankard. After he filled it from, the barrel he filled it from collapsed as someone fell on top of it. Some guy was thrown from the floor up. A scream came from an unusual place. One heard above all the mayhem around. It came from above. Keregar looked up and saw someone handing on the chandelier.

In between the chaos was one person who did not belong. She was dressed nicer, was smaller and looked infinitely more frightened than everyone else. Above all else, she was also soberer than any of the gods could want. She panicking as she crawled over tabled, under chairs and through a fight. But she wasn’t scared of the many Drakkan in the place. She just kept looking at the door. She reached the bar and pulled herself up on it. [b]“Hands up.”[/b] The barman could barely be heard. But she still did it. Everyone else just raised their glass, tankard or bottle. Half a second later someone was sliding across the smooth, polished stone and everyone set their containers back down. [b]“A drink. Something, anything!”[/b] the Gem yelled. The barman gave her tankard of mead and she took one giant gulp from it. [b]“Eh missy!”[/b] Some drunk Drakkan yelled as blood dripping from his knuckles. [b]“Give me that mead! I need it more.”[/b] Though the Gem had none of it. Rather aggressively she turned around right when he tried to grab her arm and slammed the tankard into his face. Sending him towards the ground. In instant, every fight and tune stopped. People were halfway into landing their firsts but just stood, look stunned towards the Gem. Who raised her tankard yelling: [b]“I’ve always wanted to do that!”[/b] A cheer broke the silence as everyone carried on with their brawl.

The brawl carried on still. Neither Keregar, the Gem or anyone standing (the chairs were now all very much reduced to splinters) cared much for it. They just kept drinking. The Gem clearly drank a lot harder, as if she was drowning something. Though eventually a big, though but young Drakkan busted in with such bravado that the fights once again all stopped to stare. [b]“I’m looking for my mother!”[/b] The Gem beside Keregar suddenly jumped over the bar. Still, the bartender did not appear to care much as he continued cleaning the same tankard he was cleaning when Keregar came in. [b]“Need some mommy's milk, Oepikan!?”[/b] The entire room broke into a laugh, as the insulted Drakkan grew red-faced. Even the guy hanging on the chandelier laughed. Though it made him lose his grip and fall down on a stone table.

From behind the bar, one could very easily hear the Gem yell though: [b]“I want one night, ONE NIGHT to enjoy myself!”[/b] Soon she appeared again from behind the bar, crawling on it. [b]“I have been cleaning, washing, cooking and picking your warts- “[/b] everyone, even Keregar, cringed at that. [b]“-for years now! It’s so bad that I now literally [i]dream[/i] of having a night out! Is that so much to ask!?”[/b] But her apparent son would not have it. He marched himself through the stopped fights and grabbed her by the arm. “You’re coming home, now!” But the Gem protested. [b]“Let me go!”[/b] Soon Keregar intervened, grabbing the younger Drakkan’s arm. [b]“Let the lady stay for a night.”[/b] He said rather menacingly. [b]“Oh yeah, what are you going to do if I don’t?”[/b] he hadn’t finished his last word or already a hundred blades were pointed inches away from his face. Keregar never knew where all that metal came from. It was as if it all came from thin air. [b]“Okay…those are some… excellent points you raise.”[/b] The Drakkan said, releasing his grip on the Gem. [b]“You-“[/b] he then turned to the Gem, trying to sound threatening but his body language failed him. [b]“I will expect you to come home tonight-“[/b] the blades were pushed a little closer. [b]“-next morning!”[/b]

[hider=Summary]
Keregar found his favorite bar and proceeds to experience every single bar fight trope I could find short of a musical number.
[/hider][center][sub][i]Disclaimer:[/i] The provided link is only for the reader's mood when enjoying this post and is not reflective of the music being played.[/sub][/center]