A most magnificent barfight TURN 1

[Overlord Thraka]

Alrighty, let's get this thing going!


THE BAR EMPLOYEES

The bouncer fires his shotgun into the air to try and stop the incoming fight (Spoiler: It doesn't work)



The Bartender ducks down
BT: Not again...



THE MERCS

Two Mercs head out



The other Mercs head out too



The final Merc turns anger mode
Takayo: FETHIN' KILLL. RAAAGH



Takayo: STAB STAB STAB!
Takayo stabs a blue man but fails to do any damage



The mysterious figure walks off



CIVVIES
A civvie goes to help up the server
Server: Oh thank you!
Fireman: Of course! I am a Civil Servant!



Fireman2: Look out! He's got a drumstick!
He points to a Ork



Police Captain: A drumstick!? OPEN FIRE!
He draws his gun and shoots a ork along with the Police Officer



They hit two Orkz



Killing two (Crit successes out the wahzoo)

[Overlord Thraka]

MERRY Manly Santa Day AND I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!


The Blue Man Group attack the Orkz with some chairs, but fail to do any damage



The Cowboys take a defensive position



Boldus: An' then, if you wouldn't believe it, I was hog tied while they took turns!
Doctor Experimentus ignores the sexually boastful explorer and eyes the situation around them



Mgawr has had enough of this and gets up



Then starts towards the bar for another drink



A Ork attacks back with his own chair, killing the blue man



A second ork tries to bash this blue man in the face with a pizza, but the cheese is too cold to cause any burns



Ork1: Oi! Wee needz moar choppas!
Ork2: Dey took alla ours and put 'em in da barrel over dere!
Ork1: Well den lez go gettum!



Another ork does a double shove, sending the fireman and the server back to the floor with much swearing



Ork: EAT CHIKKEN HUMIE!



The passed out nite slowly gets up
Nite: Urghg....
The nite with the wider helm gets a idea



Nite: GIDDYAP!



Othernites: GENIUS! JOUSTING TIME!



A second nite climbs onto one of his pals
othernites: JOUST! JOUST! JOUST! JOUST!



They charge at each other, using cups as crude lances



The wide helm nite knocks out the black nite to a storm of cheers and plastic clapping



NOW ACCEPTING ORDERS FOR TURN 2