Burning Skies Saloon

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Zill goes over to Yiski and Qwerty*

Ill tie em down. I have a knack for it you might say.

*He ties down one intruder to a chair, and another to a table.*

The rest are not among the living anymore. May want to figure out a place for them soon. Your newest brews smell bad enough as it is. *Smirks*

[Qwerty Kun]

I don't think the others need to see this. Mind if I use the back room

OOC MOMENT

Using this as an excuse to disappear for a bit, got to stream Guns soon

END OOC

[Yiski]

Sure thing doc. I'll leave two of them with you. Roland, help the doc get set up.

*Qwerty and Roland take two of the men into the back along with the Wild Wind Ale. Soon the intruders will have wished they died by the hands of raiders.*

*Yiski turns to Zill. The remaining intruders are bound and gagged.*

So... drop them in raider territory or hand them to the militia?

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Zill motions to Yiski.*

The raiders will appreciate 'em so much more. Plus I have enough eyes on me to be turning in seven bodies with the excuse of a bar fight. Council would have a ball with that one.

*Hails a messenger and sends him off with a letter.*

I have just the people for things like this. It happens more than you think, though it has been awhile.

*A short time later, eight men appear in front of the Burning Skies. A few short words and coin later, Zill sends the bodies off with them bound for the Burren.*

Now lets clean this place up so we can enjoy some civil company, shall we? *He wraps his hand in some intruder's shirt to slow his small bleeding problem.*

[BdrLineAzn]

*BdrLine gets up from the couch after the small skirmish, still holding his head*

Well that was a quite a sight, but I think I might just home, this headache is killing me.

 *to Ny*

Just dont get into too much trouble, after all this. You know your way back anyways.

*leaves and walks back to his docks

(Ny-Lee) Sure thing brother.

*walks up to the bar*

Roland, I don't think I drank the ale you gave me. You think you can mix me one?

[Yiski]

"Sure thing, give a moment please."

*Roland fixes up another Frost Fire Ale and hands it to Ny-Lee*

*A few hours pass and the saloon is tidy once more. Fortunately no other minor annoyances popped up*

*Yiski wipes his forehead*
There everything is back as it was. *Sees the usual patrons coming in since the work day is over* And not a moment too soon either.

*Yiski heads behind the bar and starts serving*

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Zill takes his seat at the bar and orders a mug of No.3*

Time to settle down for the night. I feel sorry for those poor saps eating sand right about now.

*Gives a small thought.*

Not really if Im honest. *Laughs*

[Yiski]

*Yiski turns to Zill*
Yeah, I can only imagine how much they've gotta be screamin' like lil' girls.

*Yiski gives a hard laugh, but it's cut short by some pain in his sides reminding him he's not fully recovered yet*

*He gives a grunt*
Anyways Zill, since the Port is up and running at full again, when do you suspect you'll be heading out because I've got a list of things you could get me... assuming it's along the way.

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Zill stares off into the crowd of patrons, still talking to Yiski*

Im sure it will be. Port is still only capable of trade with small ships. Regardless, itll be soon. You know me though...

*He turns around*

Ill do it when im damn well ready. *Cheers*

[Sgt. Spoon]

*as the alcohol takes it's due toll, spoon proceeds, after a bit of rambling around in the bar, to fall down in a faraway booth*

[Papa Paradox]

*Papa P walks to the bar, pats Zill on the back, and orders a drink*

"Wow, your hands lookin' rough there, boy. Did I miss anything?"

[RearAdmiralZill]

*Papa P walks to the bar, pats Zill on the back, and orders a drink*

"Wow, your hands lookin' rough there, boy. Did I miss anything?"

*Smirks and nods to PapaP*

Yea had a few low-lifes comin' in here trying to make demands. A few mugs to the face later they weren't demanding much of anything.

[BdrLineAzn]

*as the alcohol takes it's due toll, spoon proceeds, after a bit of rambling around in the bar, to fall down in a faraway booth*

*Ny-Lee sees Spoon knocked out in the booth and a little childish idea came into her mind*

Yiski you don't have a marker or some duck tape on you hmm.

[Papa Paradox]

*A look of annoyance comes over Papa Ps face*

"Well shit, it seems like I miss everything around here: Docks exploding, you exploding, warehouses getting shot up, and now the bar getting assaulted... Looks like I need to leave the office more."

*Looking at Yiski*

"How are those brews comin'?"

[Yiski]

*Yiski turns to Ny*
I can't in good conscious let you do that to a man... however... Roland, get Ny a marker and duct tape. I'm gonna go serve Paradox.

"Wait, surely you are kidding. You know I cannot do that to a fellow patron."

Roland. You know the rule.

*Sigh* "I know. Ny-Lee, I'll be right back.

*Roland hands Ny the materials.*
*Yiski chuckles and goes fixes Paradox a White Steam Whiskey*

Careful now. This stuff apparently more potent than the Hellfire.