"Good, very good. This is excellent drink. So good, I think I'll have another," he says with a slightly arrogant tone. He then grabs his next cup and tosses it down his gullet. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lets out a boisterous howl.
The spirit seems to burn less this time as Vaylyn takes another drink. She smiles as she sets the mug down, stealing a glance towards her allies. "This isn't so bad now is it? I think the Dwarves might want to rethink what they consider a strong drink."
"This isn't so bad now is it? I think the Dwarves might want to rethink what they consider a strong drink."
"Uh, I think that one burnt Ontharr more than the drink..."Hansi lifts the second mug and tries to pace himself this time, stretching his neck forward a little and pressing on his shirt with his free hand.
Con save: 6
1 life left :(
He struggles to finish the drink and his sweating now, but at least his clothes survived this round.
A little too quick on the draw this time, Laucian's arrow misses the much smaller target completely, arcing towards the ground instead. The half elf's arrow strikes the target's outer ring. As he makes his way across the balance beams he nearly falls, having to stop to rebalance himself. In this moment, the half-elf takes a lead on him for the first time, shuffling across the opposite beam.
Laucian reaches the next platform just as his opponent is firing off another shot. Before them, the next obstacle awaits: a series of smaller platforms separated by about eight feet, all at varying heights of 3 to 5 feet relative to one another. Laucian's opponent leaps off towards the first one.
Ranged attack, and this one will be athletics.
"Lass I don't know what kind of spirits your people drink, but if you think this is a light drink, I think I might be actually be terrified of a night of drinking with them." He refills his men's and his own mug. The man on his right and Ontharr take a drink at the same time. While the paladin seems to handle it better the same time, his friend chokes a bit, erupting in a coughing fit as he sets the empty mug down. As the third man lifts his mug to drink, Hansi would notice that he's starting to look a little unwell.
Hansi: The man rolled a 13, it is possible for your cutting words to cause a fail on his part if you wish to try.
The rest of you: Next round! We'll move the DC up one this time, so it is now a 13. We'll continue after Hansi makes his decision and the fate of the third man is resolved.
Bree: If there is anything else you want to try and do right now, just let me know!
Nothing comes to mind at the moment, I am just enjoying the shows. Well, OK, what I REALLY want to do is go back to that Half-Elf and attempt to steal the black egg out of his pocket but I am SO not equipped for that. And unfortunately I have not witnessed Hansi "working". :)
"We don't drink as often, but when we do..." Vaylyn trailed off with a shrug, grabbing her refilled mug. She watched her companions take their drinks, "seems like we're well on our way to victory here as well. Stay steady friends." With a smile, she took her next drink.
Both arrows fly wide of their targets, and the contestants move forward. The exertion required for this course seems to be getting to the pair, as both sluggishly make their way across the platforms, reaching the final one at the same time. A selection of ropes lead down to the ground, with the final target and finish line marked in the distance by two small red flags.
One last ranged attack, and two athletics checks!
Ontharr's eyes go a little wide as Hansi is assisted by a spectral hand, he slaps the chest of the man next to him with the back of his hand and points. "See now Elran, why can't you do something like that!?" He refills his mug and his men's, "I'll say, you three have lasted longer than most do. I'm impresshed." His words begin to slur towards the end. The paladin lifts his mug for a cheers, and all three down their drinks at once.
“Pfff… you call that drinking? You look as if someone filled your mug at the privy.”
Hansi pours his next drink while the opponents are still drinking and are distracted. Then he turns his face towards Bree for a few seconds saying something in a low voice.
Cutting words 2
Hansi will use the distraction and noise in the tavern, his face away from Ontharr and his friends, to make his next drink taste like apple juice (or equivalent common fruit drink) using Prestidigitation, hoping this will make the drink easier to handle.
Ormir felt the familiar warth of a friendly buzz starting to course through his body. A pleasant feeling at the moment but one he knew could turn quickly if he pushed well beyond his limits. However, how does one improve without testing ones limits? He pours his next glass and holds it up, a silent cheer and the downs it.
Bree smiles noticing that Hansi is casting something, "Whoa Hansi!" Grabbing Hansi's shoulder to steady him and potentially block what he is doing, "You alright it looks like you are about to puke, it's OK if you have to, though I am impressed you are still standing, if I had as many drinks as you did I would be on the floor. OH wait, it looks like you might be getting your feet back under you, you got this!.
Both men flanking Ontharr dropped their mugs on the table after finishing their drinks, clamping their mouths closed with their hands. Sweat dripped down their forehead, and they started looking a little green...The Paladin himself was halfway through his drink when Hansi's words cut through the air, making him sputter into his drink and be taken by a coughing fit. "That was a low blow friend!" He was starting to sway on his feet, and he didn't seem to be able to actually focus his eyes on anyone.
Between the distraction and Bree's small body blocking the hand waving, no one seemed to notice Hansi's spell casting.
Getting close to the end here, suspect two rounds max.
(Were you trying to block everyone from seeing what Hansi was doing? Or?)
In any case, Bree is definitely able to tell that Hansi cast something. Probably a simple spell, but she isn't able to quite pin down what it was or what it did.
Once again, the arrows fly clear of the target, landing in the grass behind it. While the half-elf is able to climb down at a reasonable pace using the rope, Laucian more or less falls a quarter of the way down. It takes him a moment to pick himself up, and his opponent is already racing towards the finish. He hurries to catch the half-elf, and is just barely able to overtake him at the very end. The half-elf immediately hits the ground and rolls onto his back, laying a hand on his chest and breathing heavily. He has clearly hit the limit of his physical abilities. Peren and a small group of similarly dressed individuals approach the pair, with the wood-elf clapping as he nears. "That was exciting! And very well done both of you. I believe this one took a slight edge in the contest however." He says, dipping his head towards Laucian. "Not a bad for your first time. Those final targets a bit difficult to hit though eh?"
"Now. Drinks? Back into the shaded room of the tavern?"
Seeing the others struggle, Hansi grows confident. He downs the next drink without flourish.
Con save 3
Halfway through the mug, Hansi spays a mouthful onto the table, and makes a run towards the loo, saying "Oh, gods, pardon me!". Realizing he wasn't going to make it in time, Hansi leans against the nearest wall and pukes his guts out.
Hansi is out of the game. Don't forget to use your Inspiration for Ormir and Vaylyn :)