The first fight began after a Draugluin Hatti absconded with aforementioned stake. It was then that Oberon, still bloody and beaten from his glorious victory over Sartori in their race to zero, asked him to “Give me my stake back, please,” to which Hatti responded, “I'm not done with it yet, and if you keep asking me about it, you won't get it back.”
Barbs flew! Seyda joined in! Liander came in at some point! So did Pea! I even got involved a couple of times! Reyna and Melody threw barbs of their own. A lot of people were there. Community references were made. Seyda, I'm pretty sure, called me a lapdog. There was mediocre to decent banter!
At some point in the evening, Sartori came in, and Liander drew his sword. (Scwhing!) They had a stand-off! I wasn't listening. Something something Codex, something something Splinters?
Before we knew it, an actual fight erupted around the bitchfest. Liander hopped across the bar to smash Sartori in the face with a vial. Sartori retaliated! This was where I started to pay attention, folks. Not long after, Draugluin came and brought the fury of his fists down upon Oberon, who, as it turns out, does have quite a soft skull.
The duel between Sartori and Liander ended with 5-6 on vials and 2 successful UV Grenades each, with one unlucky bystander caught in the crossfire of one such grenade. Sorry, Grin.
Oberon died, staked twice in a night. Deserved it, the cunt. Draugluin has a codpiece. More on that later.
The moral of this story is that boredom is a curable disease and you can have a good time with a little elbow grease and gore.
There you have it, folks! Brought to you by the troublemakers, miscreants, and bloodthirsty barbarians from The Hellfire Club. This is Mag, signing off.
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