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Insight: 20 (rolled without disadvantage because it might not be exactly easy to convince a drunk person to not drink more. I don't know though)
Damaia chugs her 12th glass... at least some of it. She pretty much tried to drink "bottoms up" on a full mug of ale. She split most of it on herself.
9
She gets noticeably drunker. However, for some reason she manages to stand up straight this time and not sway. She glares at Kierro and says very coldly, "Mind your own damn business." She shouts, "Ale! Get me more ale." Her contented nature has been replaced by annoyance and anger. She now seems to be pissed off at everything.
OOC: Again, since I don't really know how drunk people act, I'm kinda going off on what I read in books about Birbal and Black Beauty. Both books depicted being drunk making people irrationally happy at first and then irrationally angry. Damiaia is now at the "angry for no reason" stage.
”...Damaia. You want to defeat me, the guy who hit you with the ghost sword, correct? You want to see me crash to the ground with a shocked look on my face after you knock me out. If you wake up tomorrow with a bad hangover, that’s not gonna happen.”
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Damaia gets a glass of ale from somewhere. She drinks it as Kierro speaks to her. 8
She then turns around and stomps over to Kierro. She says angrily, "A punk like you? I can beat you anytime anywhere. In fact, I am perfectly sober right now *hic*" In reality, sober is the last thing she is right now. She takes a fighting stance or a mockery of one and puts her fists up. She says, "You think you're all tough huh? You think I can't beat you? Come on, let's settle this once and for all. Right here, right now. No magic or weapons. We fight like real men: with our fists!" She seems to be doing... something that can only be described as a weird fighting dance, challenging Kierro to a fist fight.
She sways left and right and says, "Come on, I'll take you and your two twin brothers on your sides." It seems her drunkness is messing with her vision. She's probably seeing double.
"Since we're at the bar and drinking with each other, maybe any disputes we have should be settled by arm-wrestling... isn't that the custom?" Maghdim offers this solution hoping to defuse the escalating situation somewhat.
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(OOC: How the heck did you get lower than a 3? You're a Cleric.)
Damaia with immense effort manages to somehow beat Kierro in arm wrestling. Maybe he let her win? Regardless Damaia stands up and raises a fist in the air. She points a finger at Kierro's face and says, "Hah! See? I told you I can beat you at anything any time!" She walks back to the bar tenders table and grabs another mug of ale to celebrate. That makes 14 glasses. 16
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Damaia drinks another glass 2. At this point, she doesn't know how much she drank.
She ignores Kierro as he walks off. Over the next hour, Damaia gets even more drunk. She gets past the point of being angry at things and just goes... odd.
She talks to thin air and says, "Diiiiid ya know? The integral of sine x times cosine x is ass divided by time which equals vector rifle since we consider his room where occurrence equals 25,000."
Finally after a few more drinks she stands up, drunkenly says, "Eyeffff...gunnabattle somone.Doooit 4 daddd. Im dun 4da night,"And begins drunkenly walking out the door, swaying wildly like a sailor in a storm.
(ooc: wow... an arm-wrestling contest where a 3 beat a 2?!?)
"Sleep well Damaia. And dream of where all the ale went." Maghdim partakes of some of the bread and cheese he ordered, not wanting to finish his wine on an empty stomach.
"Damaia, where are you going? Don't you have a room here at the inn?" Maghdim goes to the front door and tries to corral Damaia into going up to her room.
"Perhaps tomorrow then or another time, you're always welcome."
Damaia finishes off her 11th glass and pours out her 12th glass. The pitcher is almost empty. 14
She says, leaning back on the bartender's bench, "Duh you thiink... I can go to heaven shomethime?"
Kierro looks worried. “Sooner than you’d like, assuming you keep this up. Maybe you should call it quits for today.”
Persuasion: 18
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Insight: 20 (rolled without disadvantage because it might not be exactly easy to convince a drunk person to not drink more. I don't know though)
Damaia chugs her 12th glass... at least some of it. She pretty much tried to drink "bottoms up" on a full mug of ale. She split most of it on herself.
9
She gets noticeably drunker. However, for some reason she manages to stand up straight this time and not sway. She glares at Kierro and says very coldly, "Mind your own damn business." She shouts, "Ale! Get me more ale." Her contented nature has been replaced by annoyance and anger. She now seems to be pissed off at everything.
OOC: Again, since I don't really know how drunk people act, I'm kinda going off on what I read in books about Birbal and Black Beauty. Both books depicted being drunk making people irrationally happy at first and then irrationally angry. Damiaia is now at the "angry for no reason" stage.
(Kierro silently curses at himself for having neither Lesser Restoration nor Calm Emotions prepared at the moment.)
(Then he gets an idea)
”...Damaia. You want to defeat me, the guy who hit you with the ghost sword, correct? You want to see me crash to the ground with a shocked look on my face after you knock me out. If you wake up tomorrow with a bad hangover, that’s not gonna happen.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Damaia gets a glass of ale from somewhere. She drinks it as Kierro speaks to her. 8
She then turns around and stomps over to Kierro. She says angrily, "A punk like you? I can beat you anytime anywhere. In fact, I am perfectly sober right now *hic*" In reality, sober is the last thing she is right now. She takes a fighting stance or a mockery of one and puts her fists up. She says, "You think you're all tough huh? You think I can't beat you? Come on, let's settle this once and for all. Right here, right now. No magic or weapons. We fight like real men: with our fists!" She seems to be doing... something that can only be described as a weird fighting dance, challenging Kierro to a fist fight.
She sways left and right and says, "Come on, I'll take you and your two twin brothers on your sides." It seems her drunkness is messing with her vision. She's probably seeing double.
"Since we're at the bar and drinking with each other, maybe any disputes we have should be settled by arm-wrestling... isn't that the custom?" Maghdim offers this solution hoping to defuse the escalating situation somewhat.
Damaia pulls up a chair and promptly sits down at the suggestion. She props her arm up on the table next to Kierro and says, "Come on!"
Kierro shrugs. “If you insist.” He props his arm up on the table as well.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Damaia grabs Kierros arm and tries to arm wrestle him. STR: 3 (Dis: 15)
Rolling disadvantage due to drunkenness.
Str: 7
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
(OOC: How the heck did you get lower than a 3? You're a Cleric.)
Damaia with immense effort manages to somehow beat Kierro in arm wrestling. Maybe he let her win? Regardless Damaia stands up and raises a fist in the air. She points a finger at Kierro's face and says, "Hah! See? I told you I can beat you at anything any time!" She walks back to the bar tenders table and grabs another mug of ale to celebrate. That makes 14 glasses. 16
She says, "Come on! Who else wants to try me?"
(Kierro’s a spellcasting cleric who has never swung a weapon in his life)
”Congrats.” says Kierro, extending a handshake.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Damaia is still in her "Angry phase" so she reject Kierro's handshake. She drinks more ale. 1
”Suit yourself. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” He walks up to his room and cracks his book open.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Damaia drinks another glass 2. At this point, she doesn't know how much she drank.
She ignores Kierro as he walks off. Over the next hour, Damaia gets even more drunk. She gets past the point of being angry at things and just goes... odd.
She talks to thin air and says, "Diiiiid ya know? The integral of sine x times cosine x is ass divided by time which equals vector rifle since we consider his room where occurrence equals 25,000."
Finally after a few more drinks she stands up, drunkenly says, "Eyeffff...gunnabattle somone.Doooit 4 daddd. Im dun 4da night," And begins drunkenly walking out the door, swaying wildly like a sailor in a storm.
(ooc: wow... an arm-wrestling contest where a 3 beat a 2?!?)
"Sleep well Damaia. And dream of where all the ale went." Maghdim partakes of some of the bread and cheese he ordered, not wanting to finish his wine on an empty stomach.
Damaia fumbles with the front door of the inn a bit before managing to open it and stumble out in to the night.
"Damaia, where are you going? Don't you have a room here at the inn?" Maghdim goes to the front door and tries to corral Damaia into going up to her room.
Damaia turns around at the half opened door and says, "Buttt thersssh no tiiiime to resst. There'sss rats to killl"