"The city has people to do that. You need to get some rest before your next fight in the arena." Maghdim wonders why Damaia is so interested in killing rats but just chalks it up to the fact that she is probably really drunk.
Damaia walks or rather, shambles around near the door and says, "B b buut the rat king's gooot a giiiiiant robot. IIII have to killll it. Or weeeeel turn into rats.... tooooo inifinity anddd..." Damaia then falls face first on to the floor and stops moving. Some people at the bar who watched the whole thing starting from her first glass to her falling over wonder if she died of alcohol poisoning. But then you hear loud snoring coming from her.
A woman goes into the back and brings out a sack with vials, the kid, and a wooden bound book. "That'll be 25 gold for the vials, 50 gold for the kit, and we have one book on that worth 25 gold. That's....100 gold in total."
”I will take the kit for now. If you could set the rest aside for now I would appreciate it.” He takes the 50 gold out of his pouch and hands it over. Taking the kit he heads back to the inn stoping to ask that a meal be brought to his room. Seeing the tiefling passed out on the floor he goes over and rolls her on to her side. “How much did this one drink?”
"Far too much." a familiar voice says. "Before I went upstairs, fourteen glasses. I tried reading for a bit, but I couldn't stop worrying about her health. Help me get her upstairs. She'll have a massive hangover in the morning; I'll have Lesser Restoration prepared by then." says Kierro. "How's it going, Corvus?"
Corvus - ( Thanks for the correction about Damaia’s race. The post has been corrected.)
Moving to take the tiefling’s feet “Impressive that she is still breathing. I would suggest holding off on clearing up her hangover. It may serve as a lesson to not resort to the same vice with her next loss.” Once they have got the inebriated tiefling up to her room Corvus again props her on her side tucking a pillow in front of and behind her that try to keep her from rolling in her sleep. ”Hmm, I wonder if tieflings are less susceptible to alcohol.” Turning he walks to his room. Eating and turning in for the evening.
When Corvus and Kierro enter Damaia's room, they see everything arranged quite neatly in places. There's parchment, ink pen and bottles on the table. The backpack with all travel supplies kept neatly in one corner of the room. On the table is Damaia's "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS". It seems when she is not drunk off her mind, she's the type of person to keep everything neat and organized.
Long after everyone went to bed, Damaia wakes up in the middle of the night, still a bit under the influence of alcohol, and walks to the table. She scribbles something down in the "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" and then goes back to bed.
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As morning rolls around, there's a slight breeze and the birds chirp. One can almost hear peaceful music as the camera pans around the trees. The music is brought to screeching halt as the sound, "GHHHHAAAAKH... GHHAAAAAAAKKKH..." is heard.
Damaia is lying unflatteringly sprawled out on her bed as she sleep. She is snoring through a wide open mouth. "GGHHHHAAAAKKKH.... GGGHHHHAAAAAKKH..." Damaia abruptly stops snoring but she still lies mostly asleep. She rolls over and... *CRASH!*
Damaia slowly opens her eyes and groans, her head hurts. She wakes up and her senses return to her. She finds herself stuck in some kind of dark and cramped place. Her eyes quickly widen as the realization hits her. Where is she and why does she feel like she's been stuffed into a coffin that's two sizes too small for her. She soon realizes however, that she has somehow managed to wedge herself in the space between the bed and the wall. Feeling extremely stupid and embarrassed, she tries to squeeze herself out of this place. DEX: 9
Zanyeras is almost finishing shaving his head when he hears a loud *CRASH* and pauses his razor mid-stroke to listen for the sounds of fighting or struggle...
Does Zanyeras hear struggling? Does clawing at bed sheets count as struggling?
After a bit of squirming, Damaia manages to free one of her hands. She reaches up and grabs the bed. She then claws at the bed sheets until she pulls herself out of the space. After getting herself out of that embarrassing situation, she sits up on the bed and rubs her forehead. "Ah... my head's killing me. Why... do I smell like alcohol? I... What happened last night? I remember being stabbed by the Cleric's Spiritual Weapon and then... I woke up here and decided to get a few drinks... I can't remember anything after that."
She seems to have an idea and rushes over to her table. She opens up her "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" and checks the last entry. Maybe she wrote something down. What greets her is a page of gibberish and bad hand writing. Damaia stands there, staring at the page with a face of utter defeat that says, "Of course. WHY did I think that would work?"
Having finished his morning prayers and hearing a ruckus down the hall Corvus heads to Damaia’s room and knocks on the door. Not overly hard but also not sparing what he is sure is one killer of a headache. If she opens the door she will be hit with a heavy smell of incense and formaldehyde.
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Hearing only silence, Zanyeras returns to his morning ablutions and finishes shaving. Remembering the shenanigans of the night before, he searches through his pack and pulls out his herbalism kit, then selects a few leaves of mint, a pinch of chalk, and spends a few minutes grinding them together with his small granite mortar & pestle.
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He puts the resulting powder into a small paper envelope and takes it to the bar. "This is for Damaia, please mix it with a little water and give it to her when she comes down for breakfast."
As you knock on the door, you hear Damaia hiss in pain from the other side. Damaia was staring at her "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" when Corvus' knock sent a pang of pain due to her hangover. She closes the tome and opens the door. Immediately she reels back a bit with the smell and says, "What is it?"
"The city has people to do that. You need to get some rest before your next fight in the arena." Maghdim wonders why Damaia is so interested in killing rats but just chalks it up to the fact that she is probably really drunk.
Damaia walks or rather, shambles around near the door and says, "B b buut the rat king's gooot a giiiiiant robot. IIII have to killll it. Or weeeeel turn into rats.... tooooo inifinity anddd..." Damaia then falls face first on to the floor and stops moving. Some people at the bar who watched the whole thing starting from her first glass to her falling over wonder if she died of alcohol poisoning. But then you hear loud snoring coming from her.
(OOC *snickers*)
Corvus
A woman goes into the back and brings out a sack with vials, the kid, and a wooden bound book. "That'll be 25 gold for the vials, 50 gold for the kit, and we have one book on that worth 25 gold. That's....100 gold in total."
(OOC: I'm cry laughing at Damaia)
Corvus
”I will take the kit for now. If you could set the rest aside for now I would appreciate it.” He takes the 50 gold out of his pouch and hands it over. Taking the kit he heads back to the inn stoping to ask that a meal be brought to his room. Seeing the tiefling passed out on the floor he goes over and rolls her on to her side. “How much did this one drink?”
(OOC: Damaia is a tiefling)
"Far too much." a familiar voice says. "Before I went upstairs, fourteen glasses. I tried reading for a bit, but I couldn't stop worrying about her health. Help me get her upstairs. She'll have a massive hangover in the morning; I'll have Lesser Restoration prepared by then." says Kierro. "How's it going, Corvus?"
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
(OOC: I'm glad drunk RP wasn't annoying and I wasn't being "That guy". I've kinda been hogging the RP thread for the past 2 IRL days.)
(RPing being drunk and getting drunker was really fun though. Probably will get old if I do it again but it was a really fun one-time thing.)
(OOC: I thought it was funny)
(OOC: I loved it.)
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Corvus - ( Thanks for the correction about Damaia’s race. The post has been corrected.)
Moving to take the tiefling’s feet “Impressive that she is still breathing. I would suggest holding off on clearing up her hangover. It may serve as a lesson to not resort to the same vice with her next loss.” Once they have got the inebriated tiefling up to her room Corvus again props her on her side tucking a pillow in front of and behind her that try to keep her from rolling in her sleep. ”Hmm, I wonder if tieflings are less susceptible to alcohol.” Turning he walks to his room. Eating and turning in for the evening.
When Corvus and Kierro enter Damaia's room, they see everything arranged quite neatly in places. There's parchment, ink pen and bottles on the table. The backpack with all travel supplies kept neatly in one corner of the room. On the table is Damaia's "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS". It seems when she is not drunk off her mind, she's the type of person to keep everything neat and organized.
Long after everyone went to bed, Damaia wakes up in the middle of the night, still a bit under the influence of alcohol, and walks to the table. She scribbles something down in the "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" and then goes back to bed.
HAPPY PRIDE!!
As morning rolls around, there's a slight breeze and the birds chirp. One can almost hear peaceful music as the camera pans around the trees. The music is brought to screeching halt as the sound, "GHHHHAAAAKH... GHHAAAAAAAKKKH..." is heard.
Damaia is lying unflatteringly sprawled out on her bed as she sleep. She is snoring through a wide open mouth. "GGHHHHAAAAKKKH.... GGGHHHHAAAAAKKH..." Damaia abruptly stops snoring but she still lies mostly asleep. She rolls over and... *CRASH!*
Damaia slowly opens her eyes and groans, her head hurts. She wakes up and her senses return to her. She finds herself stuck in some kind of dark and cramped place. Her eyes quickly widen as the realization hits her. Where is she and why does she feel like she's been stuffed into a coffin that's two sizes too small for her. She soon realizes however, that she has somehow managed to wedge herself in the space between the bed and the wall. Feeling extremely stupid and embarrassed, she tries to squeeze herself out of this place.
DEX: 9
Zanyeras is almost finishing shaving his head when he hears a loud *CRASH* and pauses his razor mid-stroke to listen for the sounds of fighting or struggle...
Does Zanyeras hear struggling? Does clawing at bed sheets count as struggling?
After a bit of squirming, Damaia manages to free one of her hands. She reaches up and grabs the bed. She then claws at the bed sheets until she pulls herself out of the space. After getting herself out of that embarrassing situation, she sits up on the bed and rubs her forehead. "Ah... my head's killing me. Why... do I smell like alcohol? I... What happened last night? I remember being stabbed by the Cleric's Spiritual Weapon and then... I woke up here and decided to get a few drinks... I can't remember anything after that."
She seems to have an idea and rushes over to her table. She opens up her "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" and checks the last entry. Maybe she wrote something down. What greets her is a page of gibberish and bad hand writing. Damaia stands there, staring at the page with a face of utter defeat that says, "Of course. WHY did I think that would work?"
Corvus
Having finished his morning prayers and hearing a ruckus down the hall Corvus heads to Damaia’s room and knocks on the door. Not overly hard but also not sparing what he is sure is one killer of a headache. If she opens the door she will be hit with a heavy smell of incense and formaldehyde.
Hearing only silence, Zanyeras returns to his morning ablutions and finishes shaving. Remembering the shenanigans of the night before, he searches through his pack and pulls out his herbalism kit, then selects a few leaves of mint, a pinch of chalk, and spends a few minutes grinding them together with his small granite mortar & pestle.
21
He puts the resulting powder into a small paper envelope and takes it to the bar. "This is for Damaia, please mix it with a little water and give it to her when she comes down for breakfast."
As you knock on the door, you hear Damaia hiss in pain from the other side. Damaia was staring at her "TOME OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" when Corvus' knock sent a pang of pain due to her hangover. She closes the tome and opens the door. Immediately she reels back a bit with the smell and says, "What is it?"
Corvus
”Wanted to check in on you and make sure you were not to poor off this morning. Do you remember much from last night?”