”That sounds fair to me thank you. Now about that little project I mentioned last time.” Corvus pulls a.dart out. “In my work with the dead we have sometimes used devices similar to these darts but that were hollow inside the tip also being a hollow tube to remove or inject fluids in to the cadavers. Do you think you’d be able to make a dart with similar attributes? The tip having a narrow tube that connects to a hollow reservoir in the body?”
Damaia wakes up in the inn. She is a bit upset at both Kierro and herself at getting taken out so easily. She decides she needs a drink... or few. She goes downstairs and sits at the bar. She orders, "Ale. And keep it coming."
By this point, Damaia is on her fourth glass of ale. She's starting to get a bit tipsy. Anyone who walks past the bar will see her sitting at the front, tail swaying playfully from side to side as she continues to drink.
@DM: How do you handle drinking in the RP thread? Is there a specialized rule for it or do we just do whatever when it comes to RPing drinking/getting drunk?
Maghdim orders himself a glass of wine and an ale for Damaia, "That floating weapon gave you quite a smack, clerics have some powerful magic, that's for sure."
Okay, while I wait for the DM to tell me if there is a specific rule in place for this campaign for drinking, I am going to roll DC10 CON for every glass of ale Damaia drunk. The more rolls obviously equals more failures and more failures equal more drunkness.
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Damaia had just finished her 4th glass and accepts the 5th which Maghdim is buying her. She is now noticeably getting drunk.
She responds, not slurring her words yet but definitely acting a bit off, "Yeah. Screw that sword and those dang cleric spells!"
"I have to admit that so far I prefer the fights where we band together to face some monsters. Not that I like facing monsters mind you, it's just that I like working within a group to overcome a common adversary." Maghdim takes another sip of his wine and licks his lips, savoring the taste of the vintage.
"You certainly like your ale don't you? If you're looking to get drunk it might be cheaper to order it by the pitcher." Maghdim takes another sip of wine, feeling a little self conscious that he is not keeping up with Damaia.
Zanyeras returns from the smithy, still wearing his vestments. His armor is carefully bundled and tied to the back of his shield, along with his warhammer, which is currently being used as a handle. He bows to the room as he enters, then approaches the bar.
"Congratulations, all, it was quite an interesting battle today, I saw some innovative tactics." He passes a few gold across to the bartender. "Please allow me to buy you all a round!"
"I am sure Damaia will appreciate that, she is in rare form tonight." Maghdim will gesture for Zanyeras to join them at the bar, "You look rather pleased with yourself. I take it things are going your way."
”Think over what you would charge for such a piece. I have some other supplies to procure that I think will be helpful.” Corvus leaves the smithy and makes his way to the general store. Finding the shop keep. “I would like 25 vials, the supplies for crafting poisons, and any books you might have on the subject.”
Zanyeras smiles at Maghdim and takes a seat, tucking his equipment in under his feet. "I find pleasure in my service to Tyr, and the company I've found." He nods at the bartender "Something stronger than ale, please?" he passes a few more gold across the bar. "I didn't expect to stay this long here, I was just passing through seeking to be of service."
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He looks it over for a couple minutes and then speaks up, "How's 35 gold sound?"
”That sounds fair to me thank you. Now about that little project I mentioned last time.” Corvus pulls a.dart out. “In my work with the dead we have sometimes used devices similar to these darts but that were hollow inside the tip also being a hollow tube to remove or inject fluids in to the cadavers. Do you think you’d be able to make a dart with similar attributes? The tip having a narrow tube that connects to a hollow reservoir in the body?”
Damaia wakes up in the inn. She is a bit upset at both Kierro and herself at getting taken out so easily. She decides she needs a drink... or few. She goes downstairs and sits at the bar. She orders, "Ale. And keep it coming."
Kierro bolts upright in his bed.
“...What is IN that gun?”
He decides to see if Melody’s shop has anything new.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
By this point, Damaia is on her fourth glass of ale. She's starting to get a bit tipsy. Anyone who walks past the bar will see her sitting at the front, tail swaying playfully from side to side as she continues to drink.
@DM: How do you handle drinking in the RP thread? Is there a specialized rule for it or do we just do whatever when it comes to RPing drinking/getting drunk?
Maghdim returns to the inn to get some wine as a way to celebrate his most recent victory.
As he passes by Maghdim sees Damaia enjoying her drink, "Could I buy you another, when you finish that one?"
Damaia says words slowed a bit but not too much, "Yeah sure. I'm not going to say no to free drinks"
Maghdim orders himself a glass of wine and an ale for Damaia, "That floating weapon gave you quite a smack, clerics have some powerful magic, that's for sure."
Okay, while I wait for the DM to tell me if there is a specific rule in place for this campaign for drinking, I am going to roll DC10 CON for every glass of ale Damaia drunk. The more rolls obviously equals more failures and more failures equal more drunkness.
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Damaia had just finished her 4th glass and accepts the 5th which Maghdim is buying her. She is now noticeably getting drunk.
She responds, not slurring her words yet but definitely acting a bit off, "Yeah. Screw that sword and those dang cleric spells!"
Maghdim clinks glasses as a way of making a little toast, "You 'll get em' next time."
"You're damn right I will! I won't be done in by some dumb ghost weapon!"
Damaia clinks her glass, spilling a few drops in the process and drinks the rest of it. 19
"I have to admit that so far I prefer the fights where we band together to face some monsters. Not that I like facing monsters mind you, it's just that I like working within a group to overcome a common adversary." Maghdim takes another sip of his wine and licks his lips, savoring the taste of the vintage.
"You won't see me complaining. Teaming up makes things easier. Muscle in more people and all that." Damaia says as her 6th glass of ale arrives.
"You certainly like your ale don't you? If you're looking to get drunk it might be cheaper to order it by the pitcher." Maghdim takes another sip of wine, feeling a little self conscious that he is not keeping up with Damaia.
Damaia takes another drink from her glass and says, "That's a good idea!" She turns to the bartender and says, "A pitcher of ale."
"Yes, and perhaps some bread and cheese also." Maghdim decides to sate his hunger as well as his thirst.
Zanyeras returns from the smithy, still wearing his vestments. His armor is carefully bundled and tied to the back of his shield, along with his warhammer, which is currently being used as a handle. He bows to the room as he enters, then approaches the bar.
"Congratulations, all, it was quite an interesting battle today, I saw some innovative tactics." He passes a few gold across to the bartender. "Please allow me to buy you all a round!"
"I am sure Damaia will appreciate that, she is in rare form tonight." Maghdim will gesture for Zanyeras to join them at the bar, "You look rather pleased with yourself. I take it things are going your way."
Corvus
”Think over what you would charge for such a piece. I have some other supplies to procure that I think will be helpful.” Corvus leaves the smithy and makes his way to the general store. Finding the shop keep. “I would like 25 vials, the supplies for crafting poisons, and any books you might have on the subject.”
Zanyeras smiles at Maghdim and takes a seat, tucking his equipment in under his feet. "I find pleasure in my service to Tyr, and the company I've found." He nods at the bartender "Something stronger than ale, please?" he passes a few more gold across the bar. "I didn't expect to stay this long here, I was just passing through seeking to be of service."