Priyya smiles broadly at Nadya going for it without hesitation... personally she was going to pass on the 'honor'. However, since she can't leave her sword-sisters... and surreptitiously masks casting Guidance on her first save as a prayer.
Despite the godawful drink Priyya watches Gilbere... but clearly the disgusting drink is having an effect. :)
Trying anything to distract herself from watching Norah at the bottom of the tank or thinking about what she just drank, Priyya responds to Gilbere's sullen mood. "What's eating you, Gilbere?" Thinking back on his smitten reaction at lunch and assuming that is the cause of his mood, she adds quietly, "The thing about women, Gilbere... sometimes they require persistence."
Paehz has no idea what is bugging the dwarf.
harrel
Logda
Morg
The room explodes as the rest of the challengers drain their cups, the shouts and cheers slowly dying off as people glance from face to face to see who will pop. Priyya locks eyes with Morg, the biggest of the three brothers, just in time to see his face pale. He dives for a bucket just in time, and he empties his stomach noisily.
The crowd noise is deafening.
He is whisked away and chairs are brought for all the challengers. Everyone dunks their glasses, and Harrel raises a toast. "TO NORAH!" You are surprised as both Paehz and the young Logda both lose their glass contents onto the floor. Nadya laughs musically, but the effect is ruined by a monstrous belch.
The young lord mulls over your words, absently rubbing his long beak-like nose with a finger.
Anneke cheers all the more loudly at Nadya's belch!
The remaining challengers dunk their glasses one more time, raising their glasses. As you all slam back the contents, Nadya holding her nose the whole time, the crowd begins to drum their palms on tables, a chorus of "POP! POP! POP!" going around.
After a full two minutes of everyone looking around and no one losing their stomachs, the one-legged proprietor chirps out, "ROUND 4, THEN!"
Priyya looks to the proprieter, "What is the record on the most number of glasses drunk ever?"
Anneke leans over to Priyya and comments, "Southern women stronger than their men!"
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Gilbere regards the tall Ulfen holy warrior of Torag, "Naw notta this time, something's got me o'bit perplexed." Looking down at his finely groomed beard smirking a little, "Besides, curlz not really somethin a dwarf be wantin in his beard." he finishes brightened by the thot, as if he seems to recall a funny story related to a dwarf who had that problem.
Unless Priyya is mistaken... only women remain. She smiles at Anneke, "Looks like ALL women are stronger than the men!" Priyya salutes her and downs the next shot... instantly hating herself for drinking the vile liquid.
Anneke nods approvingly at Gilbere's thoughts on curly beards and gives him a pat on the shoulder before clanking her mug against Priyya and Nadya's for the next round.
The four remaining challengers eye each other - the thick-bodied Harrell looking quite the odd-man-out next to the three beautiful (if green) women. They woozily stand once more, glasses going in empty and coming back full. Norah looks up with annoyance at her lowering water levels.
As the heads tilt back to down the horrid liquid once more, Nadya - still holding her nose in a white-knuckled grip - spews the contents across the table. Though she is able to keep the contents of her stomach. The crowd roars again, and Harrell, still swallowing his glass-full, hikes his thumb merrily towards the crowd, giving her the ole, "yer out!"
As his glass comes back down, he belches and laughs out, "I din't 'spect such a slip of a girl to last so long! HA! Brrrreeeeeeep!"
Someone offers Nadya a chair back in the crowd, and her own bucket.
Priyya looks to the proprieter, "What is the record on the most number of glasses drunk ever?"
The Hagfish owner clomps over to Priyya, slapping her heartily on the back. "Harrell here is our recent record-holder at seven cups total, though it's been a few winters since he's accomplished that feat!"
His brother Morg raises his head from his bucket long enough to mutter, "I'm thinkin' that was a rigged setup.. he ain't made it to seven since." Then he resumes empting his stomach into the nearly-full bucket.
Anneke scowls at Harrell for teasing Nadya, "No worry, Na-dya, Surya-ka-Vahaak and Anneke avenge you!"
Hearing the slight condescension from Harrel towards her sword sister, Priyya thinks Oh, this bastard is going down... then she says sweetly, "And we were expecting a bit more from your big, strong men." indicating his brothers at their buckets.
"nuuuuuummmbbeeeerrrrr fiiiiiiiiiiive!" someone in the crowd yells, to a renewed uproar from their compatriots in the room.
Harrell stands to fill his cup, flashing Priyya a winning smile and flexing his meaty arm at the same time.
An ominous groan fills the room. The crowd's roaring cuts off and everyone looks around. The groan comes again, this time louder and longer and definitely from the large man's belly. Harrell's eyes struggle for focus in his round face and he staggers to the side.
After a second he rights himself and goes to fill his glass again, "Oi, had to clear some space for anoth-aaaaaAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHGHGHGH!"
A ridiculous amount of brown liquid roars from his mouth onto the floor.
Priyya and Anneke don't waste a second before dipping their glasses, clinking them together, and downing another round.
The crowd goes wild, cheers of "Priyya!" and "Anneke!" rounding the room.
"Tank not empty yet..." Anneke shrugs her shoulder and dunks her mug in again.
"I'd like to state, for the record, I concede defeat to Anneke and think this is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done..." She toasts the bar.
Priyya gives a quick prayer to Sarenrae (and surreptitiously casts guidance one last time) before drinking...
She politely excuses herself and goes outside to throw up.
When Priyya re-enters the bar, Anneke leads her over to Nadya and raises both their arms up into the air in victory, "Give cheer for Anneke's sword sisters! They make any Ulfen proud!"
With that, she splits the winnings with her sword sisters and enjoys the revelry.
The crowd roars once again as the mighty Anneke finishes off her sixth cup. Harrell groans from his kneeling position, but smiles weakly up at the three women as they raise their hands in celebration.
"Ya can't stop without even tryin' the seventh, right?" questions the Haffish owner. "Ya'd be the only person to tie this lout's feat!"
The roar of the crowd indicates how much they'd like to see Anneke go for the tie.
Anneke debates seriously whether to go for a seventh drink. She does have that 'date' with Aldern later.... Still another glass might 'fortify' her.
In the general revelry, Priyya casts guidance and passes it along to Anneke with a touch as she says, "For Ulfen honor, perhaps one more?"
Anneke nods, and upends the Hagfish tank taking a LONG pull...
Anneke sets the tank down gently so as not to disturb Norah. "That good. No longer thirsty now." BOOYAH!
Kord gives Lord Foxglove a slight bow, and takes his leave. Heading back down to the dining room, he is surprised to find that his companions have gone elsewhere.
Shrugging, he moves back into the common room, finds an empty stool at the bar, and orders an ale.
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Jes' another bump... I have faith.
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