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(Flashback RP because I was offline)
When Zanyeras arrives, Damaia had just finished the last gulp of her 6th glass of ale. CON: 11 She gladly accepts Zanyeras' offer and gets her 7th glass. Responding to Maghdim's comment about her being in form, she says, "Eh? And what's that supposed to mean?"
When Kierro arrives, she will have started on her 8th glass: 7 Her drunkness is now very obvious, even from a distance. Her pale purple skin is now a lot redder thanks to all the alcohol in her system. She spots Kierro and quickly tries to stand up, almost ending up falling over. She slumps backwards on to the bartender's table to regain balance and prevent the fall. Holding on to the chair she was sitting on for support, she says, "Hey... I know you. Your that dick with the ghost sword!". She points accusatory at Kierro while swaying from side to side, or at least she tries to. She ends up pointing over Kierro's shoulder to the wall.
"I KNEW IT!" Damaia says drunkenly. She swipes the 8th glass of ale off the bartenders table, spilling a litte bit on the floor in front of her, and downs it in one long gulp. 12
She says, "Who do you think you are anyway? Stabbin people with the floaty ghost sword... that's rude ya know."
She half spins around on her right heel and pours ale from a pitcher to her now empty glass.
"Listen, we shouldn't carry grudges outside the arena." Maghdim holds up his hand in a gesture meant to slow down or stop, "Sometimes we fight each other but other times we fight monsters, and afterwards we are usually assisted out of the arena if we happen to fall. None the worse for wear in most cases."
After a moment to give people time to pause and reflect on what he said, or even comment if they wish to, "Now is the time to unwind and have a few drinks among fellow compatriots."
"Well it is! Stabbing people is rude. It's two times rude if you stab from 500ft away. Real men stab people from up close. You a real man?" She suddenly seems to look quizzically at Kierro. Without continuing what she was saying, she drunkenly stumbles over to him. She says with a comparatively lower, inquisitive tone, as she leans forward to inspects Kierro closely, "Wait... you can fly right? With big flappy wings? Then you're a bird man." You can tell by the tone of her voice that when she called Kierro a "bird man" she didn't do it as an insult. In her drunk state, she actually thinks Kierro is some kind of bird man. Her voice regains it's alcohol induced volume as she shoves her 9th glass of ale in front of Kierro's face. It has already had a sip taken from it. "Prove your manhood! Drink this ale in one gulp and prove your a real man!"
“Drinking doesn’t prove anything. I’ve met several people who can down an entire glass of ale at once; Almost none of them could be considered ‘brave’ or ‘honorable’.” (He turns and looks away) “If being able to do that actually does make you a real man...” (he turns back) “...then I’m the biggest coward you’ll ever meet.”
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Damaia says, "Ah you coward, watch as I prove my manhood!" She downs the 9th glass as well and... 2
Damaia's loud attitude is gone and she has a very contented face after the 9th glass. You can tell by her face that her contentedness isn't coming from drinking the ale when Kierro refused. Rather she seems to be contented with... everything; life; the world; herself; she even seems to be contented with Kierro's answer. She just stands motionless for a few seconds with a very stupid smile on her face. She then seems to have an epiphany and says, "Hey wait... Im a woman. I didn't need tuh proove my manhood. Ah well... ale is ale. All rayshesh and gendarsh should come together and drink ale. Ale bringsh peesh and togethernesh and pro-por-pur... fullnesh." She spins around and stumbles back over to Maghdim, who tried to stop... whatever is happening here. She pours two glasses of ale, spilling a bit in the act and passes one to Maghdim. She takes a small sip from her 10th glass and says to the wizard, "Try shum ale. Itsh really good." It is kinda surprising that she went through 9 glasses and only now is slurring her words.
(OOC: Let me know if Damaia's antics get to be too much. This is the first time I'm RPing being drunk. Also, I don't really know how drunk people actually behave because I've never been to a bar or any place that has alcohol IRL. I haven't really seen/interacted with a drunk person in real life. Also, I'm having too much fun with this lol.)
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(ooc: don't worry, most people who get really drunk irl don't remember most of what they did the night before lol)
Maghdim puts down his glass of wine and tries the ale. (this is my CON check/save if needed): 21
"Ugh! How do you drink so much of this, it tastes absolutely awful. I think I will stick to wine, thank you." Maghdim only manages to drink somewhere about half to two thirds of the ale.
Damaia takes her ale back and says, "Thatsh fine. Wine ish ale too." She raises her glass in the air to a toast, spilling all of it on herself in the process. She says, "All hail the ale!" and then puts the empty glass to her lips. She realizes that it's empty and looks into it with a puzzled look. "Where did muh ale go?"
"That's the question a good many have wondered, if you find the answer be sure to let me know." Maghdim takes a couple sips of his wine to banish the taste of ale lingering in his mouth. Turning his head to look at Kierro, "You don't drink? Any alcohol, I mean?"
“It’s not like I’m not allowed to or that I‘m against it for personal reasons. I just can’t handle alcohol. One drink and I’m out like a light. I’m more of a tea person, to be honest.”
Toward Kierro, "I too, enjoy a good cup of tea from time to time." turning back to Damaia and attempting a joke, "Perhaps all good ales, do indeed, go to heaven." while offering half a smile.
Zanyeras retrieves his bundle of gear and heads towards his room... He stops at the foot of the stairs, turns to the room and silently bows, then climbs up and goes to sleep.
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Damaia gets her 11th glass and says as she drinks it slowly. "Heavensh ale... ale of godss... Do the godsss drink normal ale? Or do dey have sum kinda god ale?"
Kierro, on second thought, decides against a shopping trip today, and comes back to the inn.
“Hey, everyone. How’s it going?” he says, finding an empty seat at the bar and asking for some water.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"Hello Kierro." Zanyeras bows respectfully. "Today was a good day for me, how go things for you?"
(Flashback RP because I was offline)
When Zanyeras arrives, Damaia had just finished the last gulp of her 6th glass of ale. CON: 11 She gladly accepts Zanyeras' offer and gets her 7th glass. Responding to Maghdim's comment about her being in form, she says, "Eh? And what's that supposed to mean?"
When Kierro arrives, she will have started on her 8th glass: 7 Her drunkness is now very obvious, even from a distance. Her pale purple skin is now a lot redder thanks to all the alcohol in her system. She spots Kierro and quickly tries to stand up, almost ending up falling over. She slumps backwards on to the bartender's table to regain balance and prevent the fall. Holding on to the chair she was sitting on for support, she says, "Hey... I know you. Your that dick with the ghost sword!". She points accusatory at Kierro while swaying from side to side, or at least she tries to. She ends up pointing over Kierro's shoulder to the wall.
”Not bad. Had a good fight today. Got a bit overzealous toward the end.”
Kierro flinches. He’s had plenty of people attempt to kill him, but never in his life has he been called names or yelled at.
”...er...um...I guess so. That’s me.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"I KNEW IT!" Damaia says drunkenly. She swipes the 8th glass of ale off the bartenders table, spilling a litte bit on the floor in front of her, and downs it in one long gulp. 12
She says, "Who do you think you are anyway? Stabbin people with the floaty ghost sword... that's rude ya know."
She half spins around on her right heel and pours ale from a pitcher to her now empty glass.
“I... I just... It’s just a thing I can do. Just like healing people or shooting flames. It never occurred to me that it was rude...”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"Listen, we shouldn't carry grudges outside the arena." Maghdim holds up his hand in a gesture meant to slow down or stop, "Sometimes we fight each other but other times we fight monsters, and afterwards we are usually assisted out of the arena if we happen to fall. None the worse for wear in most cases."
After a moment to give people time to pause and reflect on what he said, or even comment if they wish to, "Now is the time to unwind and have a few drinks among fellow compatriots."
"Well it is! Stabbing people is rude. It's two times rude if you stab from 500ft away. Real men stab people from up close. You a real man?" She suddenly seems to look quizzically at Kierro. Without continuing what she was saying, she drunkenly stumbles over to him. She says with a comparatively lower, inquisitive tone, as she leans forward to inspects Kierro closely, "Wait... you can fly right? With big flappy wings? Then you're a bird man." You can tell by the tone of her voice that when she called Kierro a "bird man" she didn't do it as an insult. In her drunk state, she actually thinks Kierro is some kind of bird man. Her voice regains it's alcohol induced volume as she shoves her 9th glass of ale in front of Kierro's face. It has already had a sip taken from it. "Prove your manhood! Drink this ale in one gulp and prove your a real man!"
“Drinking doesn’t prove anything. I’ve met several people who can down an entire glass of ale at once; Almost none of them could be considered ‘brave’ or ‘honorable’.” (He turns and looks away) “If being able to do that actually does make you a real man...” (he turns back) “...then I’m the biggest coward you’ll ever meet.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Damaia says, "Ah you coward, watch as I prove my manhood!" She downs the 9th glass as well and... 2
Damaia's loud attitude is gone and she has a very contented face after the 9th glass. You can tell by her face that her contentedness isn't coming from drinking the ale when Kierro refused. Rather she seems to be contented with... everything; life; the world; herself; she even seems to be contented with Kierro's answer. She just stands motionless for a few seconds with a very stupid smile on her face. She then seems to have an epiphany and says, "Hey wait... Im a woman. I didn't need tuh proove my manhood. Ah well... ale is ale. All rayshesh and gendarsh should come together and drink ale. Ale bringsh peesh and togethernesh and pro-por-pur... fullnesh." She spins around and stumbles back over to Maghdim, who tried to stop... whatever is happening here. She pours two glasses of ale, spilling a bit in the act and passes one to Maghdim. She takes a small sip from her 10th glass and says to the wizard, "Try shum ale. Itsh really good." It is kinda surprising that she went through 9 glasses and only now is slurring her words.
(OOC: Let me know if Damaia's antics get to be too much. This is the first time I'm RPing being drunk. Also, I don't really know how drunk people actually behave because I've never been to a bar or any place that has alcohol IRL. I haven't really seen/interacted with a drunk person in real life. Also, I'm having too much fun with this lol.)
(ooc: don't worry, most people who get really drunk irl don't remember most of what they did the night before lol)
Maghdim puts down his glass of wine and tries the ale. (this is my CON check/save if needed): 21
"Ugh! How do you drink so much of this, it tastes absolutely awful. I think I will stick to wine, thank you." Maghdim only manages to drink somewhere about half to two thirds of the ale.
(Lol, I really wouldn't know. I don't drink.)
Damaia takes her ale back and says, "Thatsh fine. Wine ish ale too." She raises her glass in the air to a toast, spilling all of it on herself in the process. She says, "All hail the ale!" and then puts the empty glass to her lips. She realizes that it's empty and looks into it with a puzzled look. "Where did muh ale go?"
"That's the question a good many have wondered, if you find the answer be sure to let me know." Maghdim takes a couple sips of his wine to banish the taste of ale lingering in his mouth. Turning his head to look at Kierro, "You don't drink? Any alcohol, I mean?"
“It’s not like I’m not allowed to or that I‘m against it for personal reasons. I just can’t handle alcohol. One drink and I’m out like a light. I’m more of a tea person, to be honest.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Damaia shrugs. She pours out and drinks her 10th glass properly this time. 15
Damaia responds, "Do you think... the ale could have gone to the heavens?"
Toward Kierro, "I too, enjoy a good cup of tea from time to time." turning back to Damaia and attempting a joke, "Perhaps all good ales, do indeed, go to heaven." while offering half a smile.
Zanyeras retrieves his bundle of gear and heads towards his room... He stops at the foot of the stairs, turns to the room and silently bows, then climbs up and goes to sleep.
Damaia gets her 11th glass and says as she drinks it slowly. "Heavensh ale... ale of godss... Do the godsss drink normal ale? Or do dey have sum kinda god ale?"
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"After you store your stuff upstairs, come back down and join us, if you have time that is." Maghdim sips his wine and gives a wave to Zanyeras.
"Thank you, Maghdim, but I must pray before I rest." He bows once more and continues up the stairs.