Ylis looks at the next pie askance, even the most delicious things can be overdone.

CON check 5

She takes a nibble then waves her hands in front of the pie. She's has quite enough.

DM: I never cared for the forum roller, but will try it out for giggles here. 3

Quote from Erik_Soong >>

DM: I never cared for the forum roller, but will try it out for giggles here. 3

Works perfectly! :)

DM: Ylis, please make a Constitution Saving Throw, DC 15.

The halfling sees Ylis give up and smiles from ear to hear, taking a few large bites. Before she is able to finish the pie however, she sits up straight with a doomed expression of terror on her face, then covers her mouth to hold in what she can. Pressure finds a release however, and it sprays out her nose into the pie. She quints her eyes in pain as the burning sensation is quite significant, but remains seated. The gambling goblin looks on from the crowd in dismay. 

The orc woman rushes up with a bucket, but the damage has been done and she shrugs her shoulders. "Well... as neither participant could finish their fourth pie, we have a tie. Let's have it for the winners, everyone."

Everyone cheers, though some can't help but point and laugh at the extremes people went to just to win. "Don't let the weak constitutions fool you! I, Agathe Silverspoon, make the best meat pies in the Wastes. Come buy some throughout the festival and after, you can find me here until the first frozen morning dew, then to Urzin for a short stop before I head south to Asarius, where I'll be all through the winter before coming back fer the next festival!"

She turns to Ylis and the halfling with a chuckle. "Here. Ties both get a prize. I think I will be running a steep net loss this festival between the few contestants, having to give out two expensive prizes, and some of you not being able to hold onto your lunch, but... you earned it."

She hands both of you a medal, which is shaped like her meat pies, is curiously warm to the touch, and smells of pie crust.

DM: Ylis, you have a Medal of the Meat Pie in your inventory. 

Riven watches it all unfold, he does not wince when the halfling detonates into her pie, nor when the goblin in the crowd slaps his own forehead in despair.

Only when the orc, calls the tie and begins her booming pitch to the crowd does a look of amusement pass over his features briefly.

He steps forward just enough to catch Ylis’s eye and offers her a small nod. “You did well,” he says to her, before his gaze flicks to the halfling, covered in... regret. “And with more dignity.”

While the crowd’s attention lingers on the medals and Agathe’s sales pitch, Riven paces slowly along the edge of the stage. As he passes the orc woman, he lets one hand brush casually along the side of her table, palming a single gold piece and sliding it beneath a stack of hand towels with a practiced motion.

Just a silent token left behind for someone who worked hard and fed people well.

Ylis CON save vs pies 9

Ylis turns from her normal white color to a literal green color. 

OOC: I'm guessing there is some bad effect from eating too much

OOC: Have you used the Bardic Inspiration (D6) yet? If you roll max on it, it'll be just enough.

Randa is watching the whole thing with a pained expression.....she is extremely glad that they have no similar competitions back home....though the Eldest would likely get out her punishment spear if anyone wasted food in such a way regardless.

Quote from wyntarvox_ >>

OOC: Have you used the Bardic Inspiration (D6) yet? If you roll max on it, it'll be just enough.

 We'll give it a try!

Bardical Inspirations! 3

Noticing the shift in Ylis' coloration, Joy hurries up behind her and pats her back with a glowing hand tentatively. "There, there." If she can heal poison, hopefully she can dispel a bit of tummy trouble as well...Just in case, she prepares to cast expeditious retreat to get out of the danger zone.

Lay on hands: Purify Poison 

"Well done, Ylis," Vazo'yn says as the tie is declared.

"You officially have the one of the largest stomachs in Jigow with the medal to show for it."

He moves through the crowd to the goblin who had taken his bet and so loudly decried him and little Ylis.

"A tied bet, also. Neither of us need be parted from our gold and we both can enjoy a victory. Congratulations, friend," he says as he offers a hand to accompany his olive branch.

DM: Ylis, you are momentarily suffering the mechanical effect of poison until Joy rushes to your aid. Narratively though, you were only queasy from overeating. 

DM: Riven, please give me a Sleight of Hand Check to beat Agathe's Passive Perception of 10. You also gain Heroic Inspiration. 

The goblin has a wry smile cross his face, one of countless competitions successfully navigated. A tie is a win in his mind and the surrounding crowd seems to agree. He energetically clasps Vazo'yn's outstretched arm and gives it a hearty shake. "You're alright, Kryn... friend. See you around."

The young man with the mop of hair also approaches the group, specifically directing his attention at Ylis. "You were incredible. How can one so small put away so much food? My name is Irvan Waste...walker." He stumbles over the last word, then quickly continues, poorly disguising it. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

DM: Vazo'yn, you know the name Wastewalker not as a last name, but the name of an infamous clan of Xhorhasian nomads, known for their brutality and bloodlust. They reap violence and sow fear across all the Wastes. Even the Kryn Dynasty itself, which represents the law across most of Xhorhas, has trouble pinning them down and dealing with them. The name sparks terror at any unprotected town or village, even those with Kryn soldiers. It is understandable that someone with such a last name would be hesitant to share it.

Wastewalker...

The name saps Vazo'yn of his budding levity as the terror that name inspires in the folk of Xhorhas cuts through it. His golden eyes narrow ever so slightly at the young man bearing such an infamous moniker. He regards Irvan closely, wondering why, if he bore the weight of the name so poorly, that he would offer it so readily. He stands quietly at the edge of their group, happy to let Ylis command the man's attentions while he simply watches and listens.

OOC: Insight 18 to try to understand why he's sharing the name if he knows the implications it has.

[OOC: Sleight of Hand: (17+3)=20]

Irvan is hard to read at the moment. Before he was rather open, but since the name has been dropped, he has a bit of a wall up. He does meet Vazo'yn's eyes and, noticing the drow looking at him intently, avoids looking in his direction while he interacts with others. 

"Aw thanks Joy, you always know how to make me feel better!" She pats Joy on the knee, and beams a smile at the group. "Well lunch is done, where to next?"

When Irvan steps up and introduces himself, she smiles at him, burps into her hand, wipes it on her tunic and holds it out for a shake, "I'm Ylis! Yeah like lots of forest creatures, I can sometimes pack it away," She burps again this time a little sheepishly. "You were great too! and you didn't get any on yourself like everybody else. We're gonna do some other games and stuff, you wanna join us?"

"I would love to, but I am meeting someone shortly." He responds with a gentle smile. He begins to look around the crowd, scanning for the person in question. "However, I would love for you to join me, Ylis, at the closing ceremony tonight at sunset. This is my first festival, and I would love to enjoy it with a friendly face. Do you plan to be there?"

Joy gives Irvan a friendly, if tentative smile, glad to see that Ylis is making fast friends as always. Still, recent events have left their mark on the paladin. He wants to meet with just the harengon, alone? Or with this person he claims to be looking for? She sighs internally, upset that she can't let go of these cynical thoughts and be free like the endless waters.

Insight on Irvan for deception: nat 20 + 3