I love bar fights in D&D. Share your fun stories. For example, here's one of mine.
My group (a dwarf wizard, dwarf rogue, halfing rogue, an elf ranger, and me, another elf ranger) arrived at a new town and we needed an inn. Of course we asked for the roughest one since we're rowdy players who love a good bar fight, so the DM told us to seek the Drunken Goose.
Arriving at the Drunken Goose, a man there walked in and ordered us all drinks, being overly friendly and talkative towards us. "Herman", as he was called, had quite a reputation. My keen elf ears picked up whispers of, "Oh, there goes Herman again," and, "Those poor fools!" I asked the bar tender what was up with Herman, and he replied, "Oh, I don't have anything against him. Just watch your pockets around him."
Returning to my table, one of my friends got up to buy a drink for Herman, trying to get him drunk so we could maybe get some information out of him. He realized all his gold was gone. Of course, we immediately suspected Herman, but since there were plenty of shady characters in the place, we didn't openly accuse him. I jumped up and yelled, "Alright, where's my friends money?!" Everyone looked at Herman and burst out laughing.
By this time, Herman was backing towards the door and making lame excuses, but since it was obvious he was the thief, I reached for my bow. The bouncers started toward me at the sight of the weapon, so instead of shooting him, I picked up a chair and pashed it over his head. One of the dwarves broke his nose, the halfing jumped on his back and the other dwarf slugged him in the nuts repeatedly.
Eventually, the bouncers dragged us of and we took back our money. Herman turned out to be just a petty thief with no real ties to the main plot, but it was very satisfying and great fun to beat the tar of him. Does anyone else have any bar fight stories?
Low intelligence Orc Barbarian. Hears a bar acts as a fighting establishment, decides to check it out. He and his party go to find some answers, after having killed a young white dragon.Now, the dragons treasure horde had some large pearls in it which come up later.
Without me realizing it, our Dm was introducing a new PC. A cleric walks into the tavern, who was designated as a healer in town and general good person by a streetwise check by another party member. Well, my Orc has no idea any of this, sees a woman wearing white and around his neck, a necklace lined with the pearls the dragon had, with the dm drawing special attention to them. (Because she would be interested in buying them from us:P)
"White +pearls = Dragon goes my barb. He runs, jumps and punches him in the face" I say to the dm, the new player looks at me stunned. Then I realize, wait, thats his pc isnt it...
Well, My Orc jumps, punches this cleric and she plays Koed to stop the attack. Well, I just punched out everybody's favorite healer. The towns roughest group is in the bar, probably the ones most often healed by her, and now they want a piece of my orc. Combat begins, with the entire NPC cast EXCEPt the barkeep attacking my orc. Be it punches, thrown bottles, whatever.
Well, I start dealing out punches, then our warforged, also slow barb, runs over to help. However, the cleric stands, throws on healing and starts Healing the other team. While, my orc won't stand for it. He pulls his weapon, flatheads it in a burst 1, dropping everyone there now (Thanks to some input from the warforged with his one charge) then charges based off dropping people to 0. Charges across the bar, takes down a beer thrower, and the whole bar becomes silent.
Stunned, and likely frightened, suddenly they cheer, and pat my orc on the back. Congratulating him on his fight, and buying him drinks.
Fun times.
LOL
This part of the campaign took place in an oppressive society, and people loved to take out their frustrations on anything nearby at the drop of a hat. The whole thing started when Beez, a fighter who doesn't speak, tried to get teh barkeep's attention to order a beer. Since he was a stranger in town, the locals had no problem jostling him aside. A calm person, Beez kept trying again and again until he finally lost his temper and threw a swing. The brawl was going fine, although Greygar, the wizard, was trying to get his backpack out of harm's way. You see, his familiar was in there and he didn't want her to get hurt. So the brawl was going thoroughy chaotic as barroom brawls are wont to do, and somebody spots this robed guy desperately clinging to his backpack and trying to leave the floor. Booze doesn't help with good decision making, so the guy grabs the backpack and a wrestling match ensues. Greygar loses grip on his backpack and it goes flying across the bar, landing in the middle of the floor and spilling the familiar, poor little Chanel, into the middle of the melee.
Did I mention Chanel is a skunk?
What followed was right out of Bugs Bunny. The whole fight stopped in a heartbeat as everyone stared at this lethal little stink-bomb about to go off. Then came Chuck Jones-esque cries of "Un skunk le pew!!!" from all over the place and the bar cleared out. The party then got their drinks and enjoyed a quiet evening.
Running a 4e conversion of Shadows of the Last War, my PCs got into that fight where the bugbears want to kill Fahlen or whatever his name is. The part I liked the best is how the dwarf wizard thunderwaved two of the bugbears out the window (one of the PCs who was walking back to the tavern first realized a fight was going on when the two bugbears flew out the windows), and then a few rounds later, thunderwave-ed them out again, where this time they didn't get back up.
Well, not exactly bar fights, but they were fights in bars, so I suppose they count, lol.
The original 2nd Ed. adventure in which I first played my iconic character Ripper the insane halfling thief had us being attacked by bad guys as we were leaving a tavern - they crowded inside, at least a dozen of them in each of three waves, and started trying to pull us down with sheer numbers.
Ripper, who has a ring of jumping and two +3 daggers, dives under a table, hops up on the other side, and then takes a running leap off the table - literally halfway across the room - and lands on the back of an opponent. He wraps his legs around the guy from behind in order to hold on, then uses both of his daggers to do a double throat-slash. He spends the next eight or ten rounds pretending to be a Lucha Libre chainsaw, repeating his flying-halfling-death move to great effect.
We were basically wiping the floor with the hordes of arrow-catchers until they got the bright idea to back off, block the doors and windows, and start tossing lit torches through the windows in an attempt to burn the building down around us. It might have been the beginning of the end for us, but Ripper killed the guy he was fighting at the window and let out a huge Wolverine-style roar before using his ring to take a head-first leap over the next opponent, out the window, and into the street. Where he takes on six bad guys by himself long enough to let the dwarf fighter climb out after him to "rescue" him. Once we cleared our window, the rest of the party was outdoors within three rounds.
The fight ended with us tossing them back into the burning tavern. 
Another party Ripper was in was supposed to capture a wizard who was spotted eating in a tavern. Nobody in town likes this guy, but they're not powerful enough to get rid of him. We easily convince an npc to go in and scope out the layout of the tavern and the people in it. The wizard's in there eating a bowl of soup, same as he is every day at that time. So we decided to ambush him right there at his table.
Ripper wanders in first, and gets lost in the crowd. Eventually, he crawls under the wiz's table unnoticed. The dwarven fighter comes in, and eventually wanders over to the table of dwarves sitting behind the wiz, buying drinks for all of them and getting them all rowdy to annoy him.
Then the rest of the party comes in and sets up in front of the wizard.
By the time the main party came in and called out the wiz, the dwarf was standing on the table behind him, belting out some dwarven marching song at the top of his lungs, and Ripper was under the mage's table with both of his daggers out.
The party's ranger walks up to the wizard and begins to make the standard, "By the order of..." speech.
The mage's mouth opens to speak, and his hands fly up to cast.
At which point the halfling under the table stabs the wizard in both feet, causing him to lose the spell he was trying to cast, the dwarf jumps onto the guy's back and slams his face down into his bowl of soup so he can't speak, and the ranger grabs both of his wrists so the rest of the party can slap the shackles on him. We then proceeded to thump the holy hell out of him.
By the time we dragged his busted ass out of the tavern, the poor guy had a whole turkey leg jammed into his mouth as a ball gag, his fingers were strapped together with over ten feet of string, his wrists and ankles were shackled, and his entire head was wrapped up in bandages so he couldn't see or barely even breathe...
And that, friends, is how you take down a badass wizard in one round, lol. 