Okay I want Jon Heron to have the feat Tavern Brawler (as it fits the character), but no one has it. So, here is Jon's path to acquiring this feat. Obviously it's up to Steve if this works. (if it does; Jon spends 900 EXP (lvl. 3)). Feel free to tell me The Company of the Black Lion wouldn't behave like this. Fucking Adolfo. So I got a bit excited and got in a punch up with that cunt Kaar. Fucking lizardface wouldn't stop showing off how he cooks his food. Yes, we fucking get it, fire comes spewing forth from your fat fucking face. Anyway, Adolfo kicked me out. There's a first for everything I guess. Anyway, I went looking for some other place for drink, and I stumbled upon the Black Lion Inn. I thought it best to take off my Blue Sash as the Lions aren't particularly fond of 'em. I went in and was recognized as a Sash anyway. It was alright though, cause I just started to call each member of the Sashes a cunt, in turn, one after another. Still a performer at heart I guess. I then proclaimed I was thinking of joining them, to which one of their Lieutenants came forth and said he didn't think I were a strong enough warrior to join. So I punched him the face. Called him a cunt. Y'know, the usual. He immediately fell to the floor like a little bitch, and everyone just laughed at him. I ordered a large one. As Rufus Red-beard wasn't there at the time, they haven't made me an associate. I'm not sure if I'll actually join 'em, I was really just looking for somewhere to drink till Adolfo lets me back in. Anyway, while I was drinking my drink, talking to some boring wanker from I-don't-fucking-care, the Bitch Lieutenant I smacked earlier approached me, and asked me if I wanted to join this club he was in. "Muscles need practice" he said, "even ones like yours." I asked him what they did in this club, and he said "Well, basically we beat the shit out of each other. Adrenaline rush is great, you'd enjoy it, and like I said, muscles need practice." I told him it sounded like fun and agreed to meet in the basement that evening. I ordered another drink. A large one. In hindsight, it's a surprise I wasn't jumped when I went to the basement, but the bitch Lieutenant was true to his word. There were seven of us, most of 'em were Lions, though there was a Sash and some other random half-orc. The bitch went through the rules of the club, I forget what they are. We fought one on one, no one said their name, I think that was one of the rules. In our fights, we used whatever we could get our hands on as long as it wasn't sharp. My first match was a rematch against the bitch. I bitched 'im. In my second match I got to fight the other Sash, I hadn't seen him before, but I doubt anyone will recognize him after what I did. My third match however, was against the random half-orc. Looking at the fellow I thought it would be my easiest fight yet, but was I wrong. Barehanded he fought better than most with swords, fast, fierce, fucking maniac. A kindred spirit, perhaps? He battered the shit out of me, though I did get a few hits in, unlike the bitch. He said I was his toughest opponent yet, I told him likewise. I swear, I'll never stop coming back till I beat him. So now, once a week, instead of drinking in the Tipsy Mermaid, I drink in the Black Lion Inn, and in the evening, I go down to the basement, and beat the shit out of everyone, except that scrawny fellow. I haven't been this determined in years. Even if it takes years, I'll beat him. I just need to learn to smash a chair over his head faster than him. Oh yeah, apparently, everyone calls that Lieutenant 'The Bitch' now. My influence is growing stronger.
