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[Devastator]

Tyrant, I'm assuming you're all in the city because ER disguised all of you.  As is, I'm assuming you're going to start a brawl in the streets.

[Tyrant Leviathan]

Darnit. Well barbarbians do love a good fight. I should have reread before posting.

[Ozarck]

Sleeping it off, Beorn will miss the riot through blessed boozy unconsciousness

[Devastator]

Ramses is up to see the rising of the sun, none the worse for wear after a night's drinking.  After all, what is a little alcohol to a Barbarian?  Unfortunately, after the end of the ceremonies, he tries to return to the tavern and wake his fellows, only to get lost in a massive, multicentric brawl.  What happened?

Barbarisan is awake and sensible, and decides to gather information as to the flavor of bullshit the local mage-lieutenant has, and has barely begun before having to duck a wild blow from a milkman.  The streets here are full of rioting people, as everyone seems to be talking on everyone else, and gangs of looters are sloshing up and down the storefronts.

Rock is the cause, naturally, as the massive mountain decided to spice things up a bit, and strike a blow for whatever it is he believes in.  With a few thrown rocks, a few well-timed shrugs, a temporary roadblock caused by an overturned cart, and just a little bit of recreational arson, has caused a prosperous and orderly city streat into a scene of utter chaos.  Even as Rock watches, he sees a butcher straddling a watchman, rock in hand, a child running off with a purloined sword, and citizens boarding up their houses or happily joining in.  It is a sight to bring a tear to the heart of any proper reaver.

Beorn is safe from the chaos, being doubly protected, first by the sturdy table, and secondly by the warm haze of alcohol, and has little to fear at this moment.  The others, however, might get caught up in the riot, should they remain in this part of the city.

[Egan_BW]

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

Grumble and weave my way over to a different part of the city, and then gather information.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Go with the flow, pretend to join the riot and take in the sights and sounds... make a few barbaric yawps. Though if anyone looks at me funny, bonk them.

[syvarris]

((Shamelessly stealing this character from the GitP forums, as it's the only barbarian char I've ever found interesting.))

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Mrontosis the Magnamonious

Description: Your standard muscular barbarian, wearing a faded blue wizard hat and some equally faded ill-fitting wizard robes that look like they were torn off of their previous owner.  He has a small frightened cat chained to him to serve as his familiar, named Chompers.  He is absolutely convinced that he's a wizard.

Chosen weapon type: Improvised Weapons (He "enchants" random junk to make it effective.)

Strength: 6

Cunning: 0

Allies: 2

Mrontosis casts a chameleon spell on himself, and then sneaks into town. Nevermind, let NJW have the spot.

[NJW2000]

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Spoiler: Urs (click to show/hide)

Name: Urs the Shieldsplitter

Description: Urs is a man of middling build and great strength. Bald, his prominent forhead is misshapen and scarred. He wears only chainmail leggings and boots. When in combat, he moves with an unusual, stooped gait that is quickly explained by his fighting style.

Your chosen weapon type: Urs is unlike other men. His skull is furnshed with layers of bone thicker and stronger than steel plate, capable of smashing wood and bone with ease. He is capable of headbutting stones so hard they crack, and can bend metal with repeated blows. Urs will even parry weapons with his skull, no longer noticing the slight cuts and scratches.

Urs fights with his head.

Barbarian Strength: 5

Barbarian Cunning: 3

Barbarian Companions: are for cowards

[syvarris]

((Well, dang, Dev had asked me to fill in because nobody was joining.  You go ahead, I was mostly joining to be helpful anyway.))

[NJW2000]

...you sure? That's really nice of you, but I feel like I shouldn't just kick someone off...

[Ozarck]

Well rested, refreshed, and fully satisfied at his night of carousing, Beorn decides to watch the riot, from a relatively safe location, and to commentate on the proceedings. He will await the appearance of evil magic, and hopes to see his old friends, the "companions are for cowards" Shieldsplitter, and the affably insane Mrontosis.

[Devastator]

Can I enter/waitlist?

Spoiler: Urs (click to show/hide)

Name: Urs the Shieldsplitter

Description: Urs is a man of middling build and great strength. Bald, his prominent forhead is misshapen and scarred. He wears only chainmail leggings and boots. When in combat, he moves with an unusual, stooped gait that is quickly explained by his fighting style.

Your chosen weapon type: Urs is unlike other men. His skull is furnshed with layers of bone thicker and stronger than steel plate, capable of smashing wood and bone with ease. He is capable of headbutting stones so hard they crack, and can bend metal with repeated blows. Urs will even parry weapons with his skull, no longer noticing the slight cuts and scratches.

Urs fights with his head.

Barbarian Strength: 5

Barbarian Cunning: 3

Barbarian Companions: are for cowards

Sure!  You're in.  You start in the riot near the others.

[Tyrant Leviathan]

" Well I started this. Time to reave." As he unwraps the cloth and spun in a circular montiin. Became a mini tornado with big cleaver attached to his pole. His free hand curled as a fist to punch those of n range blade did not connect with or add a lnsult to injury.

[NJW2000]

Urs notices his former companion Beorn as he charges through the brawl, and vaults the table to grasp him in a rib-crushing bear-hug. After an exchange of barbaric pleasantries barely softer than the sounds of the fight, Urs turns to survey the commotion.

His thoughts turn to a subject common to inebriated and athletic young men worldwide.

"You know what I could really go for right now? A watchmen's helmet. How about it, eh?"

[Ozarck]

A watchman's helmet? My friend, this little get-together will draw the attention of bigger and more interesting opponents. There will be better trophies to come. But if you insist ... Beorn will follow Urs and guard his flank if he goes for a watchman's helmet. otherwise, he'll wait where he is for bigger prey.