”...Damaia. You want to defeat me, the guy who hit you with the ghost sword, correct? You want to see me crash to the ground with a shocked look on my face after you knock me out. If you wake up tomorrow with a bad hangover, that’s not gonna happen.”
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Damaia gets a glass of ale from somewhere. She drinks it as Kierro speaks to her. 8
She then turns around and stomps over to Kierro. She says angrily, "A punk like you? I can beat you anytime anywhere. In fact, I am perfectly sober right now *hic*" In reality, sober is the last thing she is right now. She takes a fighting stance or a mockery of one and puts her fists up. She says, "You think you're all tough huh? You think I can't beat you? Come on, let's settle this once and for all. Right here, right now. No magic or weapons. We fight like real men: with our fists!" She seems to be doing... something that can only be described as a weird fighting dance, challenging Kierro to a fist fight.
She sways left and right and says, "Come on, I'll take you and your two twin brothers on your sides." It seems her drunkness is messing with her vision. She's probably seeing double.
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(OOC: How the heck did you get lower than a 3? You're a Cleric.)
Damaia with immense effort manages to somehow beat Kierro in arm wrestling. Maybe he let her win? Regardless Damaia stands up and raises a fist in the air. She points a finger at Kierro's face and says, "Hah! See? I told you I can beat you at anything any time!" She walks back to the bar tenders table and grabs another mug of ale to celebrate. That makes 14 glasses. 16
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Damaia drinks another glass 14. At this point, she doesn't know how much she drank.
She ignores Kierro as he walks off. Over the next hour, Damaia gets even more drunk. She gets past the point of being angry at things and just goes... odd.
She talks to thin air and says, "Diiiiid ya know? The integral of sine x times cosine x is ass divided by time which equals vector rifle since we consider his room where occurrence equals 25,000."
Finally after a few more drinks she stands up, drunkenly says, "Eyeffff...gunnabattle somone.Doooit 4 daddd. Im dun 4da night,"And begins drunkenly walking out the door, swaying wildly like a sailor in a storm.
Damaia walks or rather, shambles around near the door and says, "B b buut the rat king's gooot a giiiiiant robot. IIII have to killll it. Or weeeeel turn into rats.... tooooo inifinity anddd..." Damaia then falls face first on to the floor and stops moving. Some people at the bar who watched the whole thing starting from her first glass to her falling over wonder if she died of alcohol poisoning. But then you hear loud snoring coming from her.
A woman goes into the back and brings out a sack with vials, the kid, and a wooden bound book. "That'll be 25 gold for the vials, 50 gold for the kit, and we have one book on that worth 25 gold. That's....100 gold in total."
”I will take the kit for now. If you could set the rest aside for now I would appreciate it.” He takes the 50 gold out of his pouch and hands it over. Taking the kit he heads back to the inn stoping to ask that a meal be brought to his room. Seeing the tiefling passed out on the floor he goes over and rolls her on to her side. “How much did this one drink?”
"Far too much." a familiar voice says. "Before I went upstairs, fourteen glasses. I tried reading for a bit, but I couldn't stop worrying about her health. Help me get her upstairs. She'll have a massive hangover in the morning; I'll have Lesser Restoration prepared by then." says Kierro. "How's it going, Corvus?"
(Kierro silently curses at himself for having neither Lesser Restoration nor Calm Emotions prepared at the moment.)
(Then he gets an idea)
”...Damaia. You want to defeat me, the guy who hit you with the ghost sword, correct? You want to see me crash to the ground with a shocked look on my face after you knock me out. If you wake up tomorrow with a bad hangover, that’s not gonna happen.”
Damaia gets a glass of ale from somewhere. She drinks it as Kierro speaks to her. 8
She then turns around and stomps over to Kierro. She says angrily, "A punk like you? I can beat you anytime anywhere. In fact, I am perfectly sober right now *hic*" In reality, sober is the last thing she is right now. She takes a fighting stance or a mockery of one and puts her fists up. She says, "You think you're all tough huh? You think I can't beat you? Come on, let's settle this once and for all. Right here, right now. No magic or weapons. We fight like real men: with our fists!" She seems to be doing... something that can only be described as a weird fighting dance, challenging Kierro to a fist fight.
She sways left and right and says, "Come on, I'll take you and your two twin brothers on your sides." It seems her drunkness is messing with her vision. She's probably seeing double.
Damaia pulls up a chair and promptly sits down at the suggestion. She props her arm up on the table next to Kierro and says, "Come on!"
Kierro shrugs. “If you insist.” He props his arm up on the table as well.
Damaia grabs Kierros arm and tries to arm wrestle him. STR: 3 (Dis: 15)
Rolling disadvantage due to drunkenness.
Str: 7
(OOC: How the heck did you get lower than a 3? You're a Cleric.)
Damaia with immense effort manages to somehow beat Kierro in arm wrestling. Maybe he let her win? Regardless Damaia stands up and raises a fist in the air. She points a finger at Kierro's face and says, "Hah! See? I told you I can beat you at anything any time!" She walks back to the bar tenders table and grabs another mug of ale to celebrate. That makes 14 glasses. 16
She says, "Come on! Who else wants to try me?"
(Kierro’s a spellcasting cleric who has never swung a weapon in his life)
”Congrats.” says Kierro, extending a handshake.
Damaia is still in her "Angry phase" so she reject Kierro's handshake. She drinks more ale. 15
”Suit yourself. I’ll be upstairs if you need me.” He walks up to his room and cracks his book open.
Damaia drinks another glass 14. At this point, she doesn't know how much she drank.
She ignores Kierro as he walks off. Over the next hour, Damaia gets even more drunk. She gets past the point of being angry at things and just goes... odd.
She talks to thin air and says, "Diiiiid ya know? The integral of sine x times cosine x is ass divided by time which equals vector rifle since we consider his room where occurrence equals 25,000."
Finally after a few more drinks she stands up, drunkenly says, "Eyeffff...gunnabattle somone.Doooit 4 daddd. Im dun 4da night," And begins drunkenly walking out the door, swaying wildly like a sailor in a storm.
Damaia fumbles with the front door of the inn a bit before managing to open it and stumble out in to the night.
Damaia turns around at the half opened door and says, "Buttt thersssh no tiiiime to resst. There'sss rats to killl"
Damaia walks or rather, shambles around near the door and says, "B b buut the rat king's gooot a giiiiiant robot. IIII have to killll it. Or weeeeel turn into rats.... tooooo inifinity anddd..." Damaia then falls face first on to the floor and stops moving. Some people at the bar who watched the whole thing starting from her first glass to her falling over wonder if she died of alcohol poisoning. But then you hear loud snoring coming from her.
(OOC *snickers*)
Corvus
A woman goes into the back and brings out a sack with vials, the kid, and a wooden bound book. "That'll be 25 gold for the vials, 50 gold for the kit, and we have one book on that worth 25 gold. That's....100 gold in total."
(OOC: I'm cry laughing at Damaia)
Corvus
”I will take the kit for now. If you could set the rest aside for now I would appreciate it.” He takes the 50 gold out of his pouch and hands it over. Taking the kit he heads back to the inn stoping to ask that a meal be brought to his room. Seeing the tiefling passed out on the floor he goes over and rolls her on to her side. “How much did this one drink?”
(OOC: Damaia is a tiefling)
"Far too much." a familiar voice says. "Before I went upstairs, fourteen glasses. I tried reading for a bit, but I couldn't stop worrying about her health. Help me get her upstairs. She'll have a massive hangover in the morning; I'll have Lesser Restoration prepared by then." says Kierro. "How's it going, Corvus?"
(OOC: I'm glad drunk RP wasn't annoying and I wasn't being "That guy". I've kinda been hogging the RP thread for the past 2 IRL days.)
(RPing being drunk and getting drunker was really fun though. Probably will get old if I do it again but it was a really fun one-time thing.)