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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 5, 2015 5:56:33 GMT -5
(OOC: This is an in game event, all characters are welcome to join this thread in addition to their normally progressing storyline.
Drinking Contest!
Con saves Vs getting drunk. DC 10+2/round. 1 fail = Tipsy 2 Fails = Drunk 3 Fails = Out!
Last man standing wins.)
Old Borris stands at the front of the Wayfarer's Inn, a couple benches lined up together, Ruby and Kandise at his side holding bottles of liquor. "Take a seat one and all and join in the competition. Entry fee is five gold phoenixs, winner takes all, less my fee of course." He smiles, and many around the room laugh.
Once everyone that is wanting to join has paid their entry fee he starts the pouring...
Con save DC 10...
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Post by Kosga on Jul 5, 2015 9:17:28 GMT -5
With a resounding series of clanks, My five golden Phoenix's land upon the table. "I'm most definitely in Boris, also I would like to acquire some dinner, Thanks. You do know that this isn't really fair I don't believe there is a single or not single being here that can out drink me. The only one whom has a chance is that Dwarf over there." With that he motions to Thorin, "Aren't you going to join in on all the wonderful drinking bout to happen?"
Con save: 15+7=22 (Pass)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 10, 2015 18:34:52 GMT -5
Smith enters the Wayfarer's Rest, looks over those assembled and then goes over to talk to Old Borris. After a minute Smith pulls out his coin pouch, and carefully counts out five Gold Phoenixs. Smith moves over to take a seat at the table with the other contestants. When his first drink arrives, he smiles up at Kandise, "Thank you." He says politely. Raising his mug to the other contestants he drinks it down in carefully measured swallows. When he is finished he dabs his mouth with the back of his hand. Giving his head a shake, Smith says, "That was rather strong."
Con Save: 2+2=4 (Fail - Tipsy)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 11, 2015 7:55:59 GMT -5
Bogomil enters the Wayfarer's Rest to the shout of, "Bogomil!" from a dozen voices at once. He smiles, raising both hands in greeting to the room. He walks with a dancer's grace, and circles the room slowly stopping at each table to offer pleasantries. As he circles the room you get a chance to take a closer look at him. His clothing is finely made, and of the latest style, but the cut of the fabric is different than that of the other locals. Once, when he made a grand gesture you caught a glimpse of studded leather beneath his shirt. He openly wears a rapier on his left hip, and he carries a backpack that bulges with whatever is inside. Lastly, an amulet hangs around his neck bearing a triangle with three six-pointed stars over the corners, one orange, one yellow, and one red. "I heard there was to be a contest of drinking." He announces to the room, "By Lliira I would not miss such a spectacle." Voices call out that he should join in the contest, but Bogomil shakes his head, raising his arms in a calming motion, "I will not be joining in, but I will however sponsor an underdog. How about it Lyle? Would you like to partake?" Bogomil holds out five Golden Phoenixs toward the Halfling.
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 11, 2015 8:33:42 GMT -5
"Thank you, I'm not much of a drinker but I'm hoping to stand to the best of them" Lyle takes his seat as his drink was being poured. Lyle grips his glass as he chugs it down as quickly as he can. Lyle cringed at the bitter taste of the alcohol.
Con save 7+1 = fail (Tipsy)
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 11, 2015 9:49:48 GMT -5
Tsunami decends from her room up above, surveying the tavern as she takes the stairs one by one. Tonight she's chosen her new outfit of pants, a flowing shirt tied loosely down to her bosom, and brought tight to the waist by her colourful sash, and of course, her purple headcurchief and three pointed hat. Though she is used to getting quite drunk in her stays and petticoats, she knows that the extra room that the shirt grants her will help to ensure that copious amounts of tasty grog will be more likely to stay down.
She takes a seat on the opposite bench, and slaps her five coins on the tabletop. She addresses Boris, in reference to Knuckles, "I know yon landlubber thar be interested in seeing what crawled out o' the bung hole tonight, however, he'd be hornswaggling us all to soak up the good grog with victuals during a game of drink."
A drink is set before her, and she lifts it in a toast to the other contenders. "Alright me lubbers, let's hoist a blackjack and see who's to be high as a sail, or low as a bilge rat! Good luck be unto ye all, but best to me!" With that, she drains her mug in a single daught, and replaces the mug on the wooden table with a clunk and a flourish.
(Drunk roll: 14 + 2 = 16 Good to Go!)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 11, 2015 14:55:51 GMT -5
"Bahah!" Comes a booming laughter as a pot bellied dwarf with a balding head and a long braided beard bursts through the door. He lumbers over and takes a seat a barrel under his arm which he sets down. "Evenin' Boris!" He booms. He grabs a glass and gulps it down. "Buncha' new faces, eh? Well, I'm Bragah!" He thumps his chest with pride.
(19 + 5 + 2 = 26)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 11, 2015 18:11:58 GMT -5
Mac slips quietly into a seat beside Tsunami, counts out five gold phoenixs onto the table and waits for his mug. When it arrives he winks at Tsunami, raises his glass to Bogomil, "Lliira help me, this is going to be a long night." Then drinks it down in one long pull.
13 + 3 = 16 (Pass)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 13, 2015 14:33:15 GMT -5
DM: Old Borris holds up his hands, "I think we have enough contestants for this event." Let the second round commence! Ruby and Kandise work the line from opposite ends filling tankards with a new stronger ale. Old Borris pours Smith's ale himself since Smith is sitting in the middle.
Round 2: Con save DC 12 please... Knuckles (Fine), Smith (Tipsy), Lyle (Tipsy), Tsunami (Fine), Bragah (Fine), and Mac (Fine)
Smith: Smith eyes the new mug with a wary eye, then smiles holds up the tankard, and says, "May Waukeen guide me to victory, and all it's winnings." Then he finishes the tankard in several short drinks, burping between sips twice before he sets the tankard down.
Con save 10+2=12 (Pass - Barely)
Mac: Looking at Smith, Mac raises his second tankard toward the man, "Waukeen help me too. I can use all the help I can get." He looks at the three Dwarves, "Why in the hells did I enter a drinking contest with three Dwarves?" He smiles at the Dwarves, "No offence."
Con save 13+3=16 (Pass)
Bogomil: Bogomil laughs, "This is going to be an entertaining evening, Lliira be praised!"
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 13, 2015 14:41:23 GMT -5
Lyle reaches for his second drink with shakey hands and a few uncontrollable giggle fits "Bottoms up" Lyle says slurring his words.
Con save: 18+1=19 (pass)
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Post by Kosga on Jul 13, 2015 14:45:49 GMT -5
"Greetings everyone, a fine evening it is for a drink or five! Keep them coming Boris, the night is young. Hey Mac, I thought you entered to have a good time while losing your hard earned coin. What in the heck are you blabbering about pirate? can't you speak in plain drunk for a couple of minutes, so we can at least understand you?"
"What are you going to sniff it like a dog or drink it Smith? Here I will show you how." Picks up my tankard and drops it back. "That is how you properly consume a tankard of ale."
1d20+7 9+7 = 16 (pass)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 13, 2015 15:43:18 GMT -5
"None taken!" Bragah's hand gives Mac a hardy slap on the back. "Bahah! Waukeen be praised! Lliira be praised! Ale and all be praised!" He booms, his pot belly jiggling as he laughs and downs his second drink.
(14 + 7 = 21, pass)
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 13, 2015 22:03:20 GMT -5
Tsunami reiterates for the obnoxious one.
"If ye be eatin', ye be cheatin'!"
She waits for her second drink and gulps it back with a swig. She slams the mug down on the table a sight more forcefully than she meant to. Then she unsteadily leers at Mac in a decidedly unladylike manner."
(Fort Save: 10+2=12 still good to go)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 14, 2015 13:45:26 GMT -5
DM: Old Borris laughs, "Well done all, let round three commence." Ruby and Kandise work the line again, starting from their new side. Once more they fill tankards with a new slightly stronger ale. Old Borris pours Smith's ale himself again.
Round 3: Con save DC 14 please... Knuckles (Fine), Smith (Tipsy), Lyle (Tipsy), Tsunami (Fine), Bragah (Fine), and Mac (Fine)
Smith: Smith keeps quiet this time, maintaining his focus on the drinking.
Con save 12+2=14 (Pass - Barely Again)
Mac: Mac ignores the rest of the world, his focus almost entirely on Tsunami. He drinks his next drink without really realizing that he had done so.
Con save 13+3=16 (Pass - That's three thirteens in a row people.)
Bogomil: Bogomil works the room, offering benedictions to those gathered.
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 14, 2015 14:06:24 GMT -5
Now Tsunami is engaged in the third round, and this is almost personal. She turns to Mac, who is smiling at her. Without taking her eyes off his, she feels the fine sloshing in her black jack as it is filled, and lifts it toward him. Then, without blinking or pulling a face, she downs the tankard, puts it slightly too close to the edge of the table and it falls as she lets go.
She doesn't know why this seems so funny, she might have dented her perfectly good best (and only) mug, but it is at this point that another traitorous giggle escapes her lips. She immediately tries to retrieve her blackjack, hoping that no one has noticed. This has been a rather enjoyable evening so far, she would hate for the booze to have to stop in light of some unfortunate bloodshed.
(2+2=4, now tipsy)
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 14, 2015 14:34:13 GMT -5
Lyle grabs his hand at another glass and takes the whole drink in once mouthful, the bitter taste is stronger this time as he cringes and places the glass back on the table.
Con save 13+1=14(pass)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 14, 2015 16:04:49 GMT -5
Bragah quickly snags another drink and downs it with ease. "Another!" he booms happily, slamming his cup down to be refilled.
(14 + 7 = 21, pass)
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Post by Kosga on Jul 15, 2015 6:17:00 GMT -5
"Well then if I be a eating... Does pirate count?" Winks at Tsunami then chuggs back my own drink.
1d20+7 15+7 = 22(pass)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 15, 2015 9:43:52 GMT -5
DM: Old Borris seems surprised that everybody is doing as well as they are, "Round four, this one is a the last ale we will be doing today. This one is a Dwarven brew." He says as he fills Smith's tankard. Ruby and Kandise work the line again filling tankards as they pass.
Round 4: Con save DC 16 please... Knuckles (Fine), Smith (Tipsy), Lyle (Tipsy), Tsunami (Tipsy), Bragah (Fine), and Mac (Fine)
Smith: Smith burps, not feeling the drink, just... full. So much liquid in such a short time. Then he turns his head to see how his competitors are fairing. Bad idea. The room swims for a moment and Smith grips the table edge with both hands, hoping that the world stops spinning. "By Waukeen, how do Dwarves drink that stuff."
Con save 2+2=4 (Fail - Drunk)
Mac: Mac's hand drifts to the hilt of his sword, his eyes hard with a hint of murder in them. He knocks back the strong Dwarven brew like it were cool refreshing water, all the while staring daggers at Knuckles.
Con save 13+3=16 (Pass, barely - That would be four in a row.)
Bogomil: Bogomil takes a seat at one of the booths in the back, taking the confession of a man in a gray hooded cloak.
(Next round begins on Friday morning, failure to post is a fail in game as well.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 15, 2015 10:58:28 GMT -5
"Ahh, Finally the good stuff" Bragah smacks his lips and grins as his cup his filled and he scoops it up and downs it in a second. He stops and frowns at what hes done. "Ahhh, Drank it too quick!" he then shrugs, scoops up his barrel and pulls off the cork. "Well, I've still got me own brew" he grins and begins drinking from it.
(20+7=27/16+7=23)
(DM-Delfon - I love that you were not getting drunk fast enough so you added your own. Please add +1 to future DC's to account for the added booze in your system.)
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Post by Kosga on Jul 15, 2015 17:57:46 GMT -5
"What with stare that could cause a Dwarf serious injury Mac? Are you scared that you haven't got the intestinal fortitude to go on much longer? Hey smith you aren't looking so good over there sure you don't need another drink? We drink that stuff cause it is a real mans brew! Now now Bragah we don't want to get ahead of ourselves do we? I thought that cask was for after the contest? If you drink all you personal supplies now where will you get anything that isn't too weak to care about for the victory celebration?" Wipes the head from my mouth and gently puts the tankard down. "Now that's a mighty darn good drink!"
Con Save: 9+7 = 16 (Pass - Fine)
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 16, 2015 9:28:01 GMT -5
Tsunami glares at knuckles. "You'd be not that lucky, Scallywag." Then she turns back to Mac and tries to calm him. "Ye have naught to worry about, me hearty." She lifts his hand from his sword hilt, and taking his chin, she turns his head so he has to look at her. "Thar be more interesting things to be starin' at over here," she winks at him.
Then she takes her newest drink and begins to drink it down. Once it's down, (she pauses once to burp impressively in the middle), she sways noticeably. She plants a finger on Mac's chest and confides in him way too loudly and in quite a slurred manner: "Me thinks before too long, you'll be needin' to tuck me into me bed." She finishes this off with a very over exaggerated wink and a crafty grin.
Then she lifts her mug into the air and begins a loud and rousing song of All For Me Grog:
"And it's all for me grog, Me noggin' noggin' grog, It's all gone for beer and tobacco, And I spent all me tin On the Lassies drinkin' gin Now across the western ocean I must wander."
(Fort: 5+2=7 Fail=drunk) (Perform: 11+1= 12)
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 18, 2015 11:47:56 GMT -5
Lyle grabs another drink and sloshed some on the table and gulps it down quickly and slams the cup against the table.
Con save: 5+1=6 (fail-drunk)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 18, 2015 13:25:26 GMT -5
DM: Old Borris pulls out a jug marked with a single X, "The warmup is now over, let the real contest begin." Shot glasses are set out and the staff fill them with strong smelling liquid.
Round 5: Con save DC 18 please... Knuckles (Fine), Smith (Drunk), Lyle (Drunk), Tsunami (Drunk), Bragah (Fine), and Mac (Fine)
Smith: knocks his back, coughs, and looks and Old Borris with regret in his eyes. Old Borris shrugs, and goes behind the bar to get the next round prepared.
Con save 8+2=10 (Pass - Drunk, That's not a mistake folks)
Mac: Mac tosses back the shot, and sputters, not quite prepared for the burn of the strong liquor.
Con save 13+3=16 (Fail - Tipsy - That would be five in a row.)
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Post by Kosga on Jul 18, 2015 19:02:12 GMT -5
Knuckles leans back so he can see Smith, "Shut your face and grow a pair would you Smith? Come on be a Dwarf. You're letting a pirate of all things beat you in a drinking contest! Quit your blubbering and drink. I will even demonstrate how to consume an entire tankard quickly." Knuckles then does has he said he would, downing the tankard in a single continuous swallow.
Knuckles then turns towards Tsunami, "Chug chug chug! Go go go! You can do it. This worm has no chance against your superior drinking skill." Knuckles says, looking over at Smith the whole time he cheers on Tsunami. Glancing over at Mac, Knuckles says, "Hey Mac, relax have some fun..." He trails off for a moment, then adds, "...and a drink."
Con Save: 11+7 = 18 (Pass - Fine)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 18, 2015 20:54:21 GMT -5
Bragah looks wide eyed at the bottle and licks his lips. "Now, that looks like some tasty stuff!" He exclaims and grabs his glass and downs his drinks and shivers. His mass jiggling obscenely as he does. "Ooooohh, That IS some good stuff" He sways and hiccups
Con Save: 5+7=12/5+7=12 Fail - Tipsy)
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Post by Sugarphix on Jul 19, 2015 18:49:47 GMT -5
Tsunami eyes the shot that has been put in front of her. She's wondering why they've poured her two, when up until this point there has only been one drink per round. Never one to balk at having twice as much to drink, she reaches out unsteadily to take the shot glass and grabs at it. Her hand comes away empty. She stares at it for a moment as if the traitorous digits have missed the cup on purpose. She pouts. She is really quite pretty when she does so, however, a great deal of charm is lost on her as she is beginning to reel slightly. She looks to Mac for any help he might be able to give her. Funny, he never told her he had a twin, and when did that bloke join them on the bench anyway. And more importantly, why is he swaying so? "Mac?" she asks, "Which one of ye be mine?" She reaches out a hand, which lands squarely on his chest. Her fingers trail down his pecs and then over his abs as a rather roguish look of hungry playfullness dances across her completely intoxicated face. Her hand drops away as she gives Mac a sageful look of understanding (with only a trifle of dissapointment), at the realization that she was simply seeing double. She turns her fleeting attention back to the game and finally finds her shot and squints at it, willing it to stop moving. She takes the shot.
She returns the vessel to the table and holds onto the edge to steady herself. She begins to look slightly ashen, then belches loudly. The colour returns to her face, which is sporting an expression of relief. She also takes off her three pointed hat and begins fanning herself with it. "Do it just be me, or be it hot in here?" she asks. She further loosens her shirt at her throat and down a ways to her chest to help cool her. Then, slightly more comfortable, she begins another rousing song, this time with her words slightly slurred. (Any who know the song, and many would, would use thier knuckles to rap on the table top, or more than likely would use the butt of their mug to do so after the first line of the chorus.)
"Oh I've been a wild rover for many a year, And I spent all me money on whiskey and beer, But now I'm returning with gold in great store, And I never will play the wild rover no more,
And it's No, Nay, never, (clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk) No, nay never no more Will I play the wild rover, No never no more..."
(Fort: 16+2=18, pass - still drunk) (perform: 17+1=18)
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 21, 2015 17:30:35 GMT -5
Lyle grabs at another cup nearly dropping the entire contents to the floor downing the little amount at the bottom of the glass. "I...i....i'll take another" Lyles slurs.
13+1=14 (fail - out)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 22, 2015 19:25:24 GMT -5
DM: Old Borris pulls out another jug, this one is marked with a XX, "We have our first drop out. Congratulations to you Lyle, you're half the size of most of the other contestants, but you still lasted until round five. Round six is dedicated to Lyle." Shot glasses are set out and the staff fill them with strong smelling liquid.
Round 6: Con save DC 20 please... Knuckles (Fine), Bragah (Tipsy), and Mac (Tipsy), Smith (Drunk), Tsunami (Drunk), Lyle (Out)
Smith: Smith makes the mistake of smelling the shot before him. He makes a face and holds the shot at arms length, tears welling in his eyes. It takes him a full minute to bring the shot glass to his lips, and three tries to knock it back. He coughs, and sputters, but manages to hold the bar to keep from falling over.
Con save 12+2=14 (Pass - Drunk, Still not a mistake)
Mac: Mac tosses back the shot, and holds back a single cough, "I do be guessss da first shot burndid out my throat, or I'm drunkeryer than I thinked, maybe both. I do barely felt that one."
Con save 16+3=19 (Fail - Drunk - The streak is broken!)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 22, 2015 19:41:10 GMT -5
Bragah takes a deep whiff of the brew and smiles. "Ahhhhh! Just like Mama used ta make" He says and downs his shot. He then smacks his lips and stops as a loud growl is heard. He looks at his pot belly as it visibly rumbles. The rumbling seems to move up from his belly to hist chest and up his throat, his cheeks swell and he opens his mouth letting out a long and loud burp.. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He laughs and pats his belly. "Yeah, dat hit de spot!" He grins swaying in his seat.
(19+7=26, pass, still tipsy)
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