This is the story of why it doesn't work to fight inside the Inn, and how it got that way. Anyone who tries to fight is encapsulated in a bubble...they can't hurt anyone or anything else. Notice that immunity to magic doesn't help, since the bubble isn't in or on the attacker, it just surrounds him (or her...or it). And, what with the magic being part of other wards, no, it can't be disspelled, either!

To summarize the following, there are three ways to escape the bubble:

1) A s incere apology by the perpetrator to the victim(s).

2) The bubble gets bounced to one special place on the ceiling where an invisible needle punctures (and hence destroys) the bubble.

3) The victim knowingly punctures the bubble with a finger.

And, here's the story, courtesy of Nezyl Wizmast:

Slag somehow found himself standing on top of a ladder with Sera holding the bottom steady and following Nezyl's direction on how to install the needle into the ceiling. It had taken a few hours for the wizard to perpare this spell that he kept calling 'fun' but finally it was finished. After a few minutes of fine adjusting the needle faded
out of existence, signifying that the spell was compete. Nezyl then drew Sera and Hugh over to the bar, ready to demonstrate the spell while Slag put the equipment away.

"Okay, I hope this works... Hey Slag didn't I tell you what King Duart tole me at council about the Quin Dynasty. He said they were a bunch of inbred savages that were defects from ancient pig stocks, and personally I think he's right. <whispering to Hugh and Sera> by the gods I hope this works".

Slag casually walked over to the trio and smiled at them gently with a toothy almost aggressive grin. Hugh saw the blue webbing in the roof start to go off as Slag commenced to reach for Pinzyl and throw him out the door. However, he never got hold of the black clad wizard and instead found himself suspended in a rubbery bubble
floating a inch off of the floor (much to Nezyl's releif).

"You see Hugh there are only three ways now that our leathery friend can now get out of his shell, so to speak. First he could APOLOGIZE to me for his assault."

"Never you Ugly hUman."

"OR, we can let him float around the room until he bumps into or is thrown up to the needle in the ceiling... see, its back whenever the spell goes off. Of course that means he falls flat onto his back and probably bruises his dignity in the process."

"HUgh make him stop this... it is too small in here for me."

"Nonsense you big baby. It fits everyone accordingly. It can't
get too small because your too fat."

Nezyl then received a quick nod from Hugh to let him out so he continued with his narration. "The third way is simply for the victim... in this case ME, to walk up and jab the bubble with his or her finger." With that he stepped forward and poked a hole into the bubble producing a loud *POP*. Slag just stepped up and smiled again as if he knew this would have happened the whole time.

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