After hour upon hour of filling out paperwork in the gatetown called Automata, the party was able to book passage back into Sigil via a one-way portal. Exhausted, they worked their way through Sigil proper before finally finding their way back to Sir Horatio's, where they were able to rest in preperation for another day's work.
The following morning, discussions rose about getting into the Prison, at least for a tour of the place; the Mercykillers they encountered outside of the the Prison proper hinted that passage could be bought if they rounded up some seedy characters who were avoiding much-deserved time behind bars. The Arrow (previously known as the Archer) had apparently done some footwork in that department. There was plenty of 'game' in the Hive, with one particularly boisterous individual bragging about his recent murders, and, on the other scale, there was an abnormally tall elven character, who, through the haze of bub, admitted to cleaning up, taking extra fees from the City Court.
Katerina, Durgin, Arrow, Savina, and Clease dicussed who they should go after, being joined by Haxxium, who had not graced them with his precence until this time (he had persued other avenues in interest of recovering his key, or so he claims, while most of the Wing was out chasing Duke). Some swayed in the opinion of taking down the lanky elven character, a particularly seedy lawyer-type, apparently, but after some arguements, they all agreed that the talkative murderer would be easier to push onto the Mercykillers.
The Arrow led the way to the Hive, to a little nameless hole-in-the-wall tavern on the worst side of the Hive. Having only a description of the character (save for the Arrow, who spoke to him in person), the party had a little trouble finding him through the din and smog of the joint. Katerina was the one that finally eyed him, slouched on the far end of a bar, whispering sweet nothings to his whiskey.
The party spread out around the bar, taking advantageous positions for the inevitable fight that was to come. Drunk or not, the murderer sat on his stoop next to an abnormally large and badly-kept axe; in the thick, you couldn't tell if it was rust or blood that coated most of the edge. The Arrow slid up next to him, and tried making nice for a bit, while the rest of the party settled in for a short while, even ordering some watered-down drinks.
"Quiet Leonard's the name," he drunkenly told the Arrow, lulled into a false sense of security. The Arrow pressed about his recent activities. "Yes, I'm quite proud of my most recent kills. Got me a new pair of boots out of the tussle!" Leonard glanced down to his leather stompers, which were nearly falling apart. One can only imagine what he considers an old pair of boots.
Conversation went on for a while, but it become clear that Leonard had no interest in moving from the stoop. The party grew restless, especially Durgin, who was sickened that they were trying to parlay with a known murderer. At the height of his frustration, Durgin kicked away from his stool, drawing his maul and bellowed at the man.
"I'VE HAD ENOUGH. YOU SIR ARE A MURDERER AND A THEIF, AND YOU STAND IN QUESTION! STAND DOWN AND COME WITH US!" The Arrow slinked away for a moment, over towards the furthest end of the bar.
Meeting his challenge, Quiet Leonard shouted back across the bar, "AND WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME, LONGBEARD?"
"I AM DURGIN REXHAMMER, CHAMPION OF BAHAMUT, AND YOU WILL ANSWER FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"
"THAT'S THE DUMBEST NAME I'VE EVER HEARD!" Quiet Leonard retorted, ever a quick wit, "AND I'M QUIET LEONARD! GET 'IM BOYS!"
Standing up from their stoops, a number of brutish men drew a variety of blunt instruments and set upon Durgin. Clease eagerly jumped into the fray, the literal bull in a china shop; thankfully, this cesspool of a bar didn't have any good china. Savina rolled her eyes and set into them with her spear, while Haxxium lept in to join the dwarf as well. The Arrow stood back for a moment to watch things unfold and find a solid target, while Katerina faded from view with her magics, setting up an opportunity to strike from places unseen.
The bandits proved no trouble for the party, for the most part. They certainly weren't dropping like flies, but they had trouble finding purchace with their clubs on anyone in the group. However, when Quiet Leonard joined the fray, things got a great deal more hairy. Charging towards Durgin, who had challanged him initially, he cut down an unfortunate bystander who hadn't even had time to put down his drink yet. This enraged Durgin even more, as they set towards each other to trade steel.
The Arrow saw this as an opportunity. He called to the barkeep, asking to have him stand witness to Quiet Leonard's act. Venomously, the barkeep called back to him, saying "And that's just the beginning of it." Raising his arm, and whispering a few arcane words, he launched bolts of force out towards the party, striking none, luckily. The Arrow dove across the bar towards him, running to tackle him before he unleashed any more arcane force.
Meanwhile, Clease and Savina merrily cleaved their way through the unfortunate bandits, trading blows with them as Haxxium and Durgin faced off against Leonard himself. Haxxium challanged Quiet Leonard to a real fight; Leonard happily accepted, nearly sundering the armor off of Haxxium's chest with a solid blow. Be that as it may, Leonard was still stuck between two holy warriors.
Over the bar, the Arrow dove to take down the barman. With a stomp of his foot, the barman sent a shockwave through the Arrow, in an attempt to get away from the unsolicited wrestling match. While momentarily dazed, Durgin quickly called upon Bahamut to allow the Arrow to shake it off. After recovering, the Arrow was more determined than ever, and with a few short knees to the barman's sensitive bits, they both tumbled to the ground, where the Arrow proceeded to perform a fairly holistic form of dentistry on the spellslinging tapper.
Showing uncharacteristic restraint, Savina and Clease did their best to simply subdue the assailants, so as to bring them in alive. Clease tossed a few bandits overhead with his horns, while Savina rapped them aside the head with the haft of her spear, instead of the business-end. One of the bandits avoided the conflict with the cow-man and the alien, through the sheer luck of drinking further away from them, and was in a prime position to help his boss. With a charge, he tried pushing Haxxium over the bar, but only managed to topple him to the ground.
Quiet Leonard, never one to give up an opportunity when it presents itself, brought his axe down on Haxxium. With a crushing noise, Haxxium's armor kept him alive, but nearly knocked the wind out of him. At this time, Katerina slipped back out from the shadows she crept into, hissing "This ends NOW," filling Quiet Leonard's mind with psychic poisons and visions of horrors undescribable. He began screaming as blood began to pour from the corners of his lips and eyes. He swung wildly at Haxxium again, wildly, not sure what he was seeing, but the blow landed, nearly putting an end to Haxxium's new career in key-hunting.
Things were going better for the Arrow, where he was demanding the barkeep submit. The barman simply kept laughing through his broken teeth, that is, until the Arrow drew a pair of his namesake, and drove them through his shoulders like pitons through a tent. More screaming now, but this time, in the forms of pleas instead of madness. Satisfied, Arrow stood just in time to catch the sight of Clease losing restraint, and filling the room with the arterial spray of a bandit with what was clearly a case of high blood-pressure.
Quiet Leonard was clearly suffering from stress of a sort as well, continuing with his screaming. A quick glance over at Katerina resulted in a shrug that seemed to say, "Hey, I'm not doing anything anymore, he's screaming all on his own now". Apparently Leonard saw something he didn't particularly care for and had flown into a rage of some sort.
With most of his cronies down, fled or submitted, the party as a whole brought their entire force to bear on Quiet Leonard, pummeling him until the screaming stopped. His wild flailing wasn't able to land too many more blows before he slipped into peaceful, if forced, unconciousness.
Brushing themselves off and tending to their wounds (and helping themselves to a few drinks), the party had a handful of captives now to bring to the Mercykillers; The Arrow tended to the barkeep, took his name (he introduced himself as Distainful James), and asked why the bar didn't have a name yet. With a shrug, Distainful James admitted to thinking the place wasn't important enough to name. The party felt it was time to change that, and dubbed it the Milking Pot, after Clease's particular rampage (while technically, he only killed one man, the regulars will tell you that he's responsible for taking down a dozen). After a few drinks to recover, they tied up their game, and made their way off to the Prison.