From the diaries of Cherrick Redspire (Era 201 – SunShock)…
The ‘bridled hippogriff’ was the last inn on the edge of the village before the long road up to the moors. I supped from my mug of ale, contemplating the long walk to the next village, retiscent to continue. The place is quite busy by all counts, probably the weather putting people off from heading home. I look up as the rain lashes against the window. Water drizzles onto the frame through the hole where one pane of glass should have been. I scowl at the downpour; nothing worse than a long muddy walk in a deluge.That was my mistake… Shorty stumps over in the corner by the window decides I am looking at him funny. I manage to put down my mug, but no time to even draw a dagger before the wee little guy is leaping at me, fists afore. I manage to dodge the flying attack by pushing hard against the bar, toppling myself over barstool and all. The little one’s glee turns to shock as he now engages his fists with the rib-cage of the unfortunate fellow to my right; well it’s stumpy who’s actually the unfortunate one, since the ‘fellow’ turns out to be an oversized man-ogre who’s just had his pint spilled.
My smugness at his fate is short lived as my trajectory (still clinging to said barstool) takes me over the table behind me, sending three mugs flying. Dazed by the impact I drag myself off the table. As luck would have it the fine fellows whose table I’d upset are now pre-occupied with some other gents who received said flying mugs in their laps. The whole of the inn erupts in a melee of flying chairs, bottle projectiles and thrown bodies breaking tables; no one has drawn any weapons so I guess people air their greviances here on a regular basis. I notice that my mug of ale is still resting undisturbed on the bar table, that can’t possibly last. I better get back to it before…
…The Bar Room Brawl. It’s that scenario that every D&D player has encountered at sometime in their character’s “career”. So how is a DM to stage such a fight on the game table. Well first we’ll need a bar:
Then we need a bartender and barmaids:
Can’t have a bar without beer, so we need barrels…
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Can’t drink beer without mugs, and we might be eating (though I don’t like the look of the meat in the “bridled hippogriff”, it ain’t chicken that’s for sure, hey maybe it’s griff?). There’s also tables, chairs, and other inn paraphernalia to consider; In the heat of the moment the fight might spill into the backrooms, try not to upset the chef!
And then of course we need to populate the place with the various scum and low-lifes.
Any other suggestions of miniatures for a bar room brawl?