(starter for @foxfictioncentral)
The smell of saltwater was strong in the noisy establishment known as the Salty Sailor Tavern. Of course such a place was tucked inside Booty Bay, operated and frequented by the myriad of sailors and assorted ne’er do wells what sailed and traveled the seas and coasts. And appropriate to the setting, the tavern floor was far from quiet. In fact, this afternoon which was fading into evening found a particularly noteworthy commotion.
A number of chairs had been tossed aside, as a green-skinned woman stood surrounded by a male and female human, a male Troll, and a particularly rabid-looking Gnome. Long, black hair hung around the Orc’s shoulders, while light, red armor-plates protected the most vital of arteries and organs, leaving almost all of the rest of her skin exposed. She flexed her arms and tensed her legs, as she sent physical gestures of threat to the surrounding opponents.
Rather than lifting her axe, however, she help a barstool as an impromptu bludgeon. The Troll and human male standing in stances expressing hand-to-hand combat, with the human woman holding a bottle by the neck. Every now and then, the Gnome would inch forward frantically, before being waved off by a casual swing of the stool towards the small and spasmatic figure. It would seem that the commotion had been initiated after the drunken sailors took particular offense to an offhanded comment by Graunka, regarding their inebriation.
“Nobody said you shouldn’t get drunk, you dumb bastards!” The orc woman barked at the trio of taller assailants. “I said that doing it that often makes you vulnerable. That’s just a fact. It’s your own fault you, stupid sh*ts! Hell, that’s probably why you’re all so f***ing dumb.” Graunka raged at the gathered pirates. She was certain that she could handle them, though admittedly the odds were a bit tilted, especially with the Troll on their side.