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: 3
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.
5
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?"
Damaia says, "I've got a splitting headache and I don't remember anything that happened last night. <sarcasm> So... yeah, I'm doing just wonderful </sarcasm>."
”Yes, apparently you did not take the loss well. You were passed out on the floor of the tavern when I arrived. Kierro helped carry you up here. From what they told me you consumed an impressive amount of ale.”
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Damaia says to Corvus, "I don't know what you're talking about. I went to grab a drink because I felt like it (Deception: 20)" She responds to Kierro, "Arm wrestling isn't my strong suit. Must have been the alcohol. I do have a bad hangover. If you want, you can try to cure it, otherwise I'll just head to the general store or the potion shop to see if they have anything."
Edited because I forgot to actually roll deception.
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Corvus - Insight : 15
Holding an arm out to bar Kierro's way. "What ever your reasons were are your own." As I turn to walk away. "Let her feel the repercussions of her actions." Then I head downstairs and order breakfast to be taken to my room.
(OOC: I thought it was funny)
(OOC: I loved it.)
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: 3
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.
5
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?”
Damaia says, "I've got a splitting headache and I don't remember anything that happened last night. <sarcasm> So... yeah, I'm doing just wonderful </sarcasm>."
Kierro wakes up, feeling slightly more enlightened than the day before.
@dm:
Kierro’s Tome of Understanding activates.
He decides to investigate the crash from Damaia’s room.
Edit: (Computer why u double post?)
Corvus
”Yes, apparently you did not take the loss well. You were passed out on the floor of the tavern when I arrived. Kierro helped carry you up here. From what they told me you consumed an impressive amount of ale.”
“You also absolutely destroyed me in arm wrestling,” Kierro says, chuckling. ”I can cure that hangover of yours if you’d like.”
Damaia says to Corvus, "I don't know what you're talking about. I went to grab a drink because I felt like it (Deception: 20)" She responds to Kierro, "Arm wrestling isn't my strong suit. Must have been the alcohol. I do have a bad hangover. If you want, you can try to cure it, otherwise I'll just head to the general store or the potion shop to see if they have anything."
Edited because I forgot to actually roll deception.
Corvus - Insight : 15
Holding an arm out to bar Kierro's way. "What ever your reasons were are your own." As I turn to walk away. "Let her feel the repercussions of her actions." Then I head downstairs and order breakfast to be taken to my room.
(To no one in particular): ”I simply can’t bear to see people suffer.”
Kierro casts Lesser Restoration.
(Your headache clears instantly and you feel refreshed)
(Edited for typo)
Corvus believe Damaia when she says that she went drinking because she felt like it and that her loss had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Damaia says, "Thanks" to Kierro when she feels her headache go away. It's a short and unenthusiastic thanks but she means well.
Edited because I got Ninja'd