M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse starts grabbing bottles blindly and shoving them in his sack. He does a little jig as he does this, obviously overjoyed at his apparent good luck. Astarton, I don't know if you can see the map but you are in a perfect position to interpose yourself between the enemy dude and the tank. feel free to do whatever you want though, Wuse sure is.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Without pause Wuse flings himself behind the bar and heads towards the bottle stash, or what he thought was the bottle stash when he was checking out the bar. He surges forward hands straight in front of him zombie-like. He he he, rest o the tenders gonna be blind and ole Wuse is gonna be swimming in booze tonight. Pretty boy's got this under control anyways So I can't really do this because the bar wench is in the way. Do I get an attack when I run into her? I was planning on double moving to what looks like a cabinet behind the barrels.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse has had a few drinks and has started experimenting with drinks he hasnt heard of. Usually whatever his neighbors are ordering. Upon seeing new drinkers he listens carefully to see if they order anything special. if anything strange or especially foriegn is ordered perhaps a profession(drunk) roll could help identify an enemy fellow booze hound.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Oh good just the person I was lookin for. Wuse heads to the bar ordering his favorite, stout with a shot of whiskey in it. This place is deeelightfull. Fancy Smancy aqua-ari-um you got here. How bout that eh? Sense motive to judge the gillmen's attitude towards aquariums assuming he responds. Then Wuse will just listen and drink for a bit. Sense Motive:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
i got bruises shu prove that! Wuse tumbles up to the table. His clothes are a mess, well more a mess, and hes got a black eye. He looks around dramatically for a chair, taking one from an ocupied table without bothering to ask. so vatre we don here. Drinks fur all eh! Dont look me lik that i men all my table.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse sniffs out the dirtiest, rankest, two-timingest, fine establishment where he figures he can get away with a quick tustle and starts drinking. Once he's drunk, the tustle makes itself usually. The guys who don't smell like swamp booty can buy tickets for the ferry.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse picks up his axe from the bog mothers feet and saunters over to the croc. ye may not have wanted to eat me pretty, but dont think ill be so stupid as to miss a meal such as you. He winds up and chops the crocs head off. Then shuffles to the side and takes the tail as well. He hangs the head on his pack to drain after shaking out as much gunk as possible. a trophy and a meal. Tastes like chikn! I wonder if theres a place to cook in this hovel. Wuse makes himself at home exploring the log fort.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse attempts a spinning kip up to his feet, into a forward somersault launching the axe in his hands at the bog mother. Acrobatics:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Attempted swift action stand DC 20 acrobatics. if successful Attack takes only -2 for one range increment as Wuse can move forward. If unsuccessful attack takes 2 range increments so -4.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse continues his movement forward stumbling surprised by the beast in front of him and the vines grabbing at his feet. He drops his booze and falls flat on his face. In the same motion he draws his axe and brings it towards the beasts head. Attack:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Free action drop booze and drop prone. Move action draw axe. attack. reflex:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
dunno, but hes got good taste. wuse makes a wraket getting closer to the house. oy, friend care to share the bounty of yer home with some weary travellers...weve got booze!!! he waves his skins around to make a point and prooves their potability by taking a swig from both....at the same time.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse forges ahead testing the ground for his compatriots a large smile on his face and a tight cap on his booze. Survival:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Why didn't you grab the bottle. I swore I saw a bottle of drink from down here?! Wuse seems thoroughly disappointed in the outcome and attempts to find his consolation in a swig of beer....only to be reminded of its utterly frozen status. He aggressively tugs for the mead skin instead and pulls deep and long his frown slowly turning upsidown. Well what are we standing round here for My beers not getting any wetter!! He takes off towards the front of the group rosy cheeked perhaps not just from the cold.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Upon having a good laugh at his own expense Wuse tackles the climb again Climb:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 About halfway up he realizes hed rather be sliding down right about the time he looses his grip. He dusts the snow from his garment and gives it another shot an incredibly horredous and awkward grin upon his face. Climb 2:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse squints his left eye closed contorting his face to get even uglier. He tries to determine what is making the glint from down here. Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 He scurrires up the wall making sure to slide down on purpose just fir kicks.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse snaps to attention at the mention of his name. eh ill be fine. Cant say the same for the beer tho. Froze in the night long with half my bottom. Lucky the meads still good. My whisky too dont you worry. He pats the frozen beer skin and the sloshy mead skin as he talks and upun mentioning whisky takes a swig from the flask that just shot from his wrist sheath.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse Tries burying himself in snow, something he must've heard some drunk talking about. Survival:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 If that doesn't work he will suck it up and camp outside the wagon, assuming there is no room inside. Fort1:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Plus any relevant modifiers for the survival
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
kitty ju betta run or im GONNA EAT YOU!!!! wuse hollers as he charges the thing stumbling at the last second but using the momentum of his fall to flip and bring his full weight down through his foot onto the things spine. Attack:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
charge attack followed by free action prone. Monkey style negates negatives.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
round 1 Wuse spins about suprised by the shouting and groans unhappily. This is quickly followed by a grrunt as he flings the beer skin he was cuddling with at the foul beast. Attack:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
if youve ever played franzia tag you all know a bag of booze is a legitimate weapon. He he.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse has already made himself comfortable under a tree and is gingerly sipping from a small flask. I don't know nothin bout smoke signals not I. Smoking on the other hand, well I once knew a guy had a pipe ,was a dagger, was a blowgun, ooo good times we had.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
oh shite i fergot about dinner. Wuse scrambles back across the log takes out his axe and lops off a hind quarter of the deer. He secures it to his sack and scurries back to you a smile on his face. Survival:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Happy for an excuse to get off the horse Wuse hops the the ground and refreshes himself. He makes sure to offer to others despite this being an akward time for a drink. Looks like something did the work of killing our dinner. How nice. Bet it would come out if we went for its kill. Who wants to be bait. He he.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
Wuse has spent most of his time trying to stay on his damnded horse. He hasn't had the time to take a drink in hours and you can tell it is effecting him heavily. He actually appears mildly sober. But not entirely nice at the moment. He has taken this opportunity to swig large amounts from his skin. Upon finishing he takes inventory of his surroundings. His face scrunches up as if trying to recall something. Cat, you say...I hear cat is tasty.
M Dwarf (quingong drunken master of many styles)Monk 1
I will not stay in a saddle. I'm not tryin ta be diffucult here just saying it's physically impossible. Pehaps we should grab a lounging cart if I'm going to slow us down walking. Just big enough for me so it doesn't slow down the horse. Sorta wheelbarrow type thing. I'll just layabout on it so I don't slow you down.
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