"Well that was fun until the vomit." Fexler crams the last cake into his mouth. Before he even begins to chew he leaps into the air and spraying crumbs down his shirt shouts, "Wets fin fum bandits!"
"Mina grabs a mug of water and splashes her arm, "I won the bet, though. May have been ugly, but he sang it!"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As this happens Cee will have been bringing a drink to a customer, she will then turn to Mina and say, "I am SO sorry about that, here this drink is on the house." The woman Cee was about to bring the drink will yell out, "Hey, that's my drink!" Cee will reply, "Suck it up, you'll get your drink!"
Mina passes the drink onto the original patron, "No need, I was just on my way out. Besides, I won my bet of getting that drunk to sing!"
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Most excellent," Fexler says, "I noticed on the board over there that this fine establishment has a fine Dwarven brown on tap." Felxer calls for drinks for the four of them and leads the party to a table.
"My new friends. Let us sit, enjoy a pint or six and discuss our best course of action. I propose we strike the bandits at noon! No one ever expects that! Everyone attacks at dawn. Plus that way," a broad grin splits his face as a tray of drinks arrives, "we have time for our headaches to subside!"
Fexler leans back in his chair. "So tell me, what do you bring to the table? I myself, am a crack shot and an expert hunter." He hefts an enormous crossbow that is almost as big as he is from his rucksack. "I prefer to lie in wait as my quarry comes to me."
The halfling lifts his mug to his face and takes a long pull. Froth sticks to his mustache and his nose. His lips flap as he belches loudly. "Now that is good stuff."
"The Goddesss of Life is on my sssside, and thuss on yoursss as well! By her blesssing our battlesss should be easssier and our woundsss heal fassster", Shressh says excited (partly because of the beer).
OOC: as soon as everybody is done here Shressh will go to sleep.
Minatarsis excitedly takes the drink and dives in while the others talk. When everyone looks to her, she catches herself mid-gulp, "Me? Oh I'm a wanderer, so I come prepared. Need someone stuck? That's what I do. Need them stuck from far away? I can do that too."
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After many drinks, a song - probably 3, another drink, a night meal and many, many hiccups, Fexler pushes back from the table.
"Well," he slurs happily, "We have a life goddessh, wander shtickung, shooting and water on our shide. Tomorrow we will shtop the Crowsh once and for all."
He glances around the bar and nearly tips over. "But for now it is time to retire. Let us convene on the morrow."
He staggers toward the stairs muttering quietly, "Convene on the morrow. That sounded pretty heroic. I am really taking this places."
He trips over the bottom stair catches himself and carefully tip toes the rest of the way.
As he rounds the corner at the top of the steps you hear, "Pretty heroic."
So you guys head to bed. Guessing you all got rooms in the inn, so unless anyone wants to add anything, you will wake up the next morning and head out. In your next post, I want each of you who drank to roll a constitution check to see how bad your hangover is.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(Constitution: 12)
Minatarsis looked worse than dragon-bait. She looked like the fate of dragon bait at the other end of the prey, "Damn dwarves and their awful drinks. This is going to be a long day..."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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"Well that was fun until the vomit." Fexler crams the last cake into his mouth. Before he even begins to chew he leaps into the air and spraying crumbs down his shirt shouts, "Wets fin fum bandits!"
"Mina grabs a mug of water and splashes her arm, "I won the bet, though. May have been ugly, but he sang it!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As this happens Cee will have been bringing a drink to a customer, she will then turn to Mina and say, "I am SO sorry about that, here this drink is on the house." The woman Cee was about to bring the drink will yell out, "Hey, that's my drink!" Cee will reply, "Suck it up, you'll get your drink!"
Mina passes the drink onto the original patron, "No need, I was just on my way out. Besides, I won my bet of getting that drunk to sing!"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Thank you, ma'am!" The woman almost shouts, enthusiastically.
OOC- Just so you know it is 6:30 at night, just be aware of that.
"So, how many of us can see in the dark?"
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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"I cannot", Shressh replies. "Ssshoulnd't we wait for morning to depart? It wouldn't be wisssse to go in the forest at night".
"Sssoo...", Shressh says after moments of silence, "are we resssting for the night, and tomorrow morning march to show the banditsss some mannersss?".
What will you do?
Mina reluctantly agrees, though excitement of adventure is pushing her out the door, "I guess we probably should wait until daybreak."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Most excellent," Fexler says, "I noticed on the board over there that this fine establishment has a fine Dwarven brown on tap." Felxer calls for drinks for the four of them and leads the party to a table.
"My new friends. Let us sit, enjoy a pint or six and discuss our best course of action. I propose we strike the bandits at noon! No one ever expects that! Everyone attacks at dawn. Plus that way," a broad grin splits his face as a tray of drinks arrives, "we have time for our headaches to subside!"
Fexler leans back in his chair. "So tell me, what do you bring to the table? I myself, am a crack shot and an expert hunter." He hefts an enormous crossbow that is almost as big as he is from his rucksack. "I prefer to lie in wait as my quarry comes to me."
The halfling lifts his mug to his face and takes a long pull. Froth sticks to his mustache and his nose. His lips flap as he belches loudly. "Now that is good stuff."
"I have some magic, mostly related to my element--Water. Speaking of water, this stuff is really good. What is it?"
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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"The Goddesss of Life is on my sssside, and thuss on yoursss as well! By her blesssing our battlesss should be easssier and our woundsss heal fassster", Shressh says excited (partly because of the beer).
OOC: as soon as everybody is done here Shressh will go to sleep.
Minatarsis excitedly takes the drink and dives in while the others talk. When everyone looks to her, she catches herself mid-gulp, "Me? Oh I'm a wanderer, so I come prepared. Need someone stuck? That's what I do. Need them stuck from far away? I can do that too."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After many drinks, a song - probably 3, another drink, a night meal and many, many hiccups, Fexler pushes back from the table.
"Well," he slurs happily, "We have a life goddessh, wander shtickung, shooting and water on our shide. Tomorrow we will shtop the Crowsh once and for all."
He glances around the bar and nearly tips over. "But for now it is time to retire. Let us convene on the morrow."
He staggers toward the stairs muttering quietly, "Convene on the morrow. That sounded pretty heroic. I am really taking this places."
He trips over the bottom stair catches himself and carefully tip toes the rest of the way.
As he rounds the corner at the top of the steps you hear, "Pretty heroic."
Then a door slams.
Fontanne just nods off in her chair.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
At some point, a tipsy Shressh says "good night all, sssse you tomorrow, yesss?", and goes to bed.
So you guys head to bed. Guessing you all got rooms in the inn, so unless anyone wants to add anything, you will wake up the next morning and head out. In your next post, I want each of you who drank to roll a constitution check to see how bad your hangover is.
Constitution hangover save: 21
OOC: I didn't get a room. I told you, I just fell asleep where I was.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
(Constitution: 12)
Minatarsis looked worse than dragon-bait. She looked like the fate of dragon bait at the other end of the prey, "Damn dwarves and their awful drinks. This is going to be a long day..."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero