Time for a new RP. Here are the rules.

1. Try to keep things in character. Don't post something unrelated to the RP here. If you don't like this RP, don't complain about it here. Post a new thread or start your own RP thread if you don't like this one. I would actually be quite happy if someone posts a RP of their own so please feel free to do so.
2. You can control your characters actions-You can not control others. NPC's are fair game and anyone can control them, so long as its believable and in character. A guard for example shouldn't just up and decide to shoot an orphan for no reason-that is out of character. Anyone without a name will be considered a NPC, if you name a character but want it to be a NPC then just mention that said character is NPC in quotation marks after a post.
3. You are allowed to have multiple characters- but be reasonable. Don't flood the story with a bunch of your characters. 2 or 3 in one story is fine, anything past that is sort of pushing it unless you are really good at managing them.
4. Use Italics for actions, and try to separate things nice and neat. Also use paragraphs when needed.
5. The most important rule- Have fun.

This role play is going to be a 5 on the realism scale. So pretty much anything goes, just don't fill the story with any big plot points. I'm hoping this rp will be fairly simple and not plot heavy.

Next post starts the RP.

In the port of Caspian lies a rather infamous pub known as the Crazy Crone. In it some of the most rowdy, violent, aggressive and insane sailors and men gather, fights happen throughout the day, with the local guards avoiding it like the plague. In the pub at the moment a large group of men are currently all drinking when a man stands up on a table, and shouts to all the pub goers.

My name is Captain Carl. And I'm wagering that I can drink any of you pathetic worms under the table, or beat you 6 ways to sunday in a fist fight. So who here has the guts to take me on.

A few men get up to take Carl on his challenge. One man goes up to him to fight. Now Carl, despite his boasting is rather a small man, a little over 5 feet tall, wiry looking. The other man is a about 6 feet. He looks down to Carl and says hes going to stomp him into the ground. Carl quickly he knees the man into the groin, then trips him down and stomps his face. He laughs as he looks down at the man

Well turns out you got stomped.

He turns to the other men and shouts.

Who else wants to go a round, ill take on anyone in a fight or a drinking contest.

More and more men start getting up looking to shut this small man up. But he just laughs like a madman.

Haha, it warms my heart to know I strike such fear into you big tough men that you feel the need to gang up on me. Well come on lets go.

At this point its quite clear that carl is not a very sane or smart man. It looks like he is about to get beaten to a pulp, whether he knows it or not.

The well dressed man, steps forward, although he's 6 feet tall, he's not much bigger than the other man. He removes his coat,sword and pistols. Another larger man blocks his path, the large man looks down and laughs.

Some dandy aren't you?

The well dressed man smiles, his handsome but sun-beaten face twisting into a wicked grin.

Well, least I'm not a brainless fool.

The larger man swings at the well dressed man, the well dressed man, ducks and socks him in the jaw. They then fight, but despite the that he's smaller, the well dressed man fights better, and far more violently. He grabs the large man, and hits him on the face several times, breaking his jaw, he slumps over. The well dressed man steps forward towards carl.

Right lads, it's time someone shut him up.

Carl laughs as he hops over the bar, he turns to the men coming towards him as he begins grabbing glass bottles.

Drinks are on me lads.

He begins chucking bottles, the bartender tries to grab him but he slams a fist into his face knocking him down. He laughs like a maniac as he tosses bottles into the crowd and air, liquor and blood from other men end up sullying the well dressed man's clothes. Carl laughs.

Oh sorry about that ma'am, didn't mean to dirty ye'r dress.

Some men, fed up begin reaching for their pistols, Carl see's this and quickly hops onto the stairs barely dodging a few shots as he runs up to the second floor, the whole time laughing like a loon, he continues climbing the stairs as he runs all the way up to the 3rd floor, the men look furious several of them shouting how they plan to kill that maniac.

The man laughs, puts his weapons back on.

Come on you stupid son of a whore, don't be a coward, come back and face me!

Wait when you say he put his weapon back on, do you mean he has it out, or put it away?

Carl laughs as he shouts back.

Mate, I'm not the one ganging up in a big group with weapons on a single unarmed man. Also show some respect for me mother she wasn't just some whore. She was a great whore. Every man in town spent at least a night with her a week. And those other men plan to shoot me when I aint got a weapon. That's just how great and powerful I am! All you lesser men needing to use weapons and numbers just to match my strength.

A few of the men going up the stairs end up getting several pots smashed on their heads, as carl climbs up to the top floor and enters a room. Some of the men get up and start walking away deciding it ain't worth chasing this damn fool, and to let others kill him.

Jack didn't fight with the men, he's working alone.

The man laughs, puts his weapons on the table.

If it's a fight you want, then you'll have it mate, your haughtiness and stupidity will be the death of you!

The man stands in a boxing stands, his hands up, ready to fight.