Bea frowns a bit at the two girls. “I’m sorry to hear that, darlin’s. I heard a few little things in the vine about the Mournin’, never thought the mists would have done this to you two... Y’all trying to find a way to revert the change?”

Athela shrugs. "It's a side project. But the changes are...well, pretty bone-deep. I doubt anyone other than the archmages at Arcanix or someone with similar power even has the slightest idea how to begin going about that kind of thing." She smiles sadly. "And we got off relatively light, as well."

Cora finishes her mug of ale and lets out a loud burp, satisfied. As she wiped her mouth, she was overcome with a moment of grief and sadness because she remembered a chubby stout anciently old dwarf companion she used to adventure with an eternity ago. She leaned on the deckrail and had trouble holding her head up, as if the weight of memories drained her strength. She was angry back then, hurt, and spiritually broken. She lashed out often and hurtfully, and spent many restless nights without sleep because of her Father. Now that he was gone, so was everyone else, including all of her old friends, their bones dust in the wind. She looked down at her empty mug and smiled softly, remembering the dwarf.

"I miss you, old friend." she whispered.

The Celeste Noir has just suffered a disastrous crisis, incited by a stowaway saboteur. Now crashed in Lake Cyre, a massive lake on the edge of the Mournland, the Celeste Noir and her crew have struggled across the lake to reach the closest city to undergo repairs. Captain Angelica d’Sivis looks grimly toward the horizon as she sails towards the Gatherhold.

The ship comes to a halt when it digs into the sandy eastern shore of Lake Cyre. A piece of charred wood falls from the still-smoldering strut of the Celeste Noir, and splashes loudly in the shallow water. Just beyond the shore is the city of Gatherhold, an inviting sprawl of squat buildings, bustling streets, and colorful markets.

Captain Angelica d’Sivis stands grimly at the prow of her damaged ship, and her crew gathers around her. “You have a day’s shore leave,” she says, scowling. “I have friends in the city who can repair the Celeste. Don’t mention the ship to anyone, for we have enemies here. Those halflings that attacked us a few weeks ago… I have not forgotten that they came from the plains to the east of this city.”

She strides through the crew towards her cabin, and gestures for you to leave the ship. You can enter the city in search of relaxation.

Gatherhold, described in brief in Wayfinder’s Guide to Eberron (and in Eberron: Rising from the Last War after its release on November 19th), is the only sizeable city in the Talenta Plains. The many tribes that live upon the plains use it as a gathering place, and many people—both local and foreign—have set up permanent residence here. The city is rife with halflings and dinosaurs, both of which are native to the plains.

You can either explore the marketplace, or one of the many pubs.

Athela wheels herself off the gangway, a smile playing around her features as she looks around. "The Plains! The Plains are incredible. Everyone make sure you don't get run over by a dinosaur!"

CRISPY'S DRINKING GAME

FAIL: If at any time you fail the CON save, you're out of the game, and you lose.

THE ROUNDS: The opponents each start by making a DC5 CON saving throw - this is round one. If you pass, you move on to the next round. Each new round adds 2 to the DC CON save. The DC keeps increasing by 2 for each round you pass. The last opponent standing wins!

“Well nows a good time as any to see if I still got it in me!” Bea laughs as she readies herself for the drinking competition. “Just in case I don’t make it, one of you girls please hold back my hair.”

Big Nat 1 Con save: 16

”Hooo! That went down easier than I thought it would!”

Willow follows after Athela, deciding to be the sober one of the group and watches the game with amusement. "This wont end well. But go ahead." 

Athela shakes her head at her sister. "Even if you don't participate in the game, at least get something tasty. It doesn't have to be alcoholic." Without further ado, the half-orc downs a drink with a smile.

Con ST: 17

Willow nods with an amused smile, getting herself whatever is the closest to a coconut (or something like it) smoothie that is non alcoholic before returning to the table, pulling out a notebook that she pulls close to her and seems to be drawing in, watching everyone else get drunk with amusement.

"What the ****?" Cora says to Willow, sitting next to Bea. "Why aren't you participating. What are you, some kinda prude? Cmon." she laugh, and chugs the first mug of ale.

Down the hatch: 7

Oh ****. Mid swallow, she gagged, but finished the mug.

"****." she spits. "That was close."

THE DC IS NOW 7

“Don’t throw up, sugar cube!” Bea calls out to Cora seeing her gag. With a giggle, she continues...

She’s gonna throw up roll: 12

Not as smooth as the one before but she’s doin’ good!

 Willow sips her drink with an amused smile. "Call me whatever you like. I wont be ending up getting mugged or with a hangover tomorrow." She returns to her sketching happily, keeping an eye on Athela.

"Here, lets go see if the tavernkeeps has some coloring books and crayons for you too." she stink eyes you and grabs another mug.

Here comes the vomit: 20

Chug. Chug. Chug. Chug. She slams down the glass, and erupts a mighty burp right in your face. "BuUruPoorriinnnggg!"

Willow glances up from her sketchbook, mildly unamused. "It's impolite to burp in someone's face Cora. Just because I am choosing not to drink doesn't mean you should be rude to me." After a second Willow smiles slightly and rolls her eyes. After a moment she sips her smoothie and speaks calmly without looking up from her notebook. "And whether you choose to believe me or not, I'm not coloring like a toddler. That is demeaning."

Athela takes another mug and downs it. "Willow doesn't drink," Athela explains to Cora with a shrug. "There's a variety of reasons. Normally I don't either, but...special circumstances." She glances in the direction of the lake and the Mournland, now hidden by walls and buildings.

Con ST: 21

"Did I hurt your feeweengs? I didn't say you were coloring like a toddler. Gods, lighten up. How's that smoothie?" Cora says, not taking you seriously at all. She grabs another mug and downs it.

THE DC IS NOW 9

"Here goes!" she says.

DC9 CON save: 10

Whew...

Willow glances up to her smoothie for a minute before shrugging. "Personally not bad. Better than alcohol." Her smile is coy as she hums in thought, drawing calmly, seeing Athela managing herself well.

“Stop pickin’ on her, Cora.” Bea reprimands with a frown as she picks up the next pint, mentally preparing herself for this to be her last. 

Bleugah: 16

Athela gives her sister a reassuring smile and takes another mug.

Con ST: 8

She channels her experience drinking wine at banquets and looks absolutely none the worse for wear.