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Having received a drink, Eryda had brought it to her lips before realizing that this was not her usual ale. She looks around to see a familiar face raising a toast before throwing back the drink. Eryda grinned and raised the mug in acknowledgement, and followed suit.
The foreign drink barely manages to stay in Eryda as she gags slightly at the unfamiliar taste. With a wince, she turns the mug over her head to show that she too has emptied her drink. She loudly proclaims. Next round's on me, boys! Knock 'em down!
Fernus just takes sips from his drink.
"I'll just watch thank you, I'm not used to be a drinker."
He jots down a few words, murmuring them as he writes.
"And so ends an heroic day in town, celebrations all around and hardships forgotten. Everyone happy to have lived to tell the tale."
Does his best to keep up but finds himself slowing after a bit. Thank you for the drinks.
I welcome Shalelu over and smile at her, "So Zara's foresight helped ya then?" I stand as she comes over and only sit once she is sitting too. I look over to Eryda, "Won't ya join us?"
Seeing Shalelu challenge a drinking competition I look a little puzzled, "Why would ya want ta ..." I am cut off as Shalelu, Eryda, Tarinhil and Zara all down their drinks, "Oh well, here goes!"
I donw the cider that had been brought over and shudder as I empty my tankard, "That was ... different."
Tarinhil notes the wistful notes in the halfling's voice, and offers cheerfully, "I know the feeling of missing something -- though, perhaps predictably in my case, it was a girl rather than a place."
He sighs and says, "Of course, being stuck in a crate with someone does much to burn away the romanticism... and almost drowning her family -- accidentally, mind you -- doesn't do much to bring it back."
He raises his cider and offers, "To fond memories... they may be bittersweet now, but I'd rather a sad smile than no smile at all."
He puts down the empty mug and then looks at the new one that appeared before him, brought over at the elf's request. He sniffs the drink for a moment, and then nods. "You know, I wonder if Ameiko would mind if I took a small sample to analyze later? I could flavour my waterskin that way, it would sure stave off boredom with rations."
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Assuming Ameiko does send another round of drinks around, Eryda helps with carrying seven drinks to the table where the others are at. She sets them down with a thunk, pulling up a chair at the same time. Well met, human. I have yet to be acquainted with you, only your hammer. And the rest of you as well! She raises her voice, not in displeasure, but to catch the attention of the other people at the table.
Eryda then clasps Shalelu on her back and pushes a mug into her hands. Had one of yer meads, now for one of my ales!
Eryda guzzles her usual drink with no less gusto then she normally does, emptying the mug in mere seconds. She sets down the empty mug heavily on its side.
Shalelu accepts teh drink though with a bit of an argument about who is paying...
DIRNK! Shalelu downs it but makes a face as if she did not like it very much.
Tsurna climbs onto the table and uses her head to push Zara's hand away from mug, and gives a meow.
Ameiko smiles at Eryda for the help and says to Tarinhill, Sure once we tap the keg you can have the old one.
Tarinhil nods, "That would be wonderful. Also, do you have a space I could set up a few tools that's well-ventilated that I could use? I've been asked to mix up a few things, and I would hate to trap foul fumes in your lovely bedspreads..."
He turns and raises the flagon, then notices the other. "It's not quite fair that my first one didn't count, but rules are rules....", he shrugs and two-fists the cider.
After slamming down the second mug he says, "Seems wasteful to do it that way. Throwing it back doesn't give the tongue enough time to really enjoy the complex mix of tart and sweet."
Well I can move you to a room with two windows. But I would rather you not create anything poisonous if you don't mind.
Tarinhil nods, "It would be unfair of me to impose by doing that. If I'm working with anything danger.... volatile.... .. noxi..." He pauses for a moment as he considers the formulae, then smiles and declares, "If there's a chance I might blow something up or poison anybody, I'll take it outside."
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Eryda smiles as the smallish gnome manages to down both drinks back-to-back. She turns to Shalelu and chortles. That's drinking for ya, Andy! Little guy's got some pretty good guts there! She turns to the gnome and proffers her calloused hand. Amy, if you don't mind, I would like to speak with this... Gnome? That must be it... Gnome! Yes, gnome, uh... With my mug filled! Slightly intoxicated, she keeps her hand stretched out, not realizing that she had not given her name again.
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Shalelu downs her next drink with ease
Tarinhil shrugs and accepts the mug, taking it down in one long pull.
He puts down the mug and smiles, "Well, look who's coming out of her shell at last! Well met, dwarf....", he stops when he notices her seeming state of intoxication. Odd, so far the elf is putting back the drinks, and the *dwarf* is calling me small. What a peculiar evening... Let's see just how drunk she is, then...
He cocks his head for a moment, and then smiles as he reaches down and draws upon his feygift, conjuring four dancing balls of pink and green light that begin to swirl around the dwarf's head.
He winks at Shalelu and says, "I imagine if she were in a better state, she might have offered to heal your arm. I'd offer you my extract, but sadly, it loses its magic when I release it. I'm still not quite sure how to get around that."
Easily downs the second ground but chokes a bit in the third. Oh that's a rough spot.
Fernus looks on with his eyes wide open, carefully sipping from his drink.
I wonder if every great adventure ends in a tavern and with a drinking contest like this. It seems our dwarven friend got hit by her drink already.
He looks at his half-finished first drink and peers at the bottom.
"Perhaps it would be better if I left quietly before they order me another drink when I finish this one.
He is quite fascinated by the dancing balls in the air, and looks at them like almost like a child would have.
"You seem to be a gnome of considerable talent Tarinhil. I didn't think an alchemist like yourself would be so proficient with magic. It is refreshing to see I'd say. I couldn't outdo you I think."
Tsurna scratches Zara's hand as he keeps attempting to drink...as if to say If you throw up on me you will be wearing those masks for a different reason...
Zara does feel a little bit off after that first drink...
I am distracted from drinking while I watch the strange balls of light float around the woman's head, smiling at the lights. I glance at the drunken dwarf woman and let out a quiet sigh before looking back at the lights.
As I am watching the drunken Dwarf woman I remember we are supposed to be drinking, so I take my tankard in one hand and swallow its contents in one big gulp, then place the tankard down on the table gently, but not as gently as before.
I wipe my mouth again with the back of my hand and look at Tarinhil, "How do ya do that? Ya a Shaman like Zara?"
I am not a shaman I am a Diviner. I get glimpses of the future and the past. Such as why this s@@& happened tonight. He is slurring his words a bit and listing from side to side as he sits. Thassilon that's why the Sins are awaking. And with them comes their lords.
I look to Zara, "Whats the difference? Ya both have visions about the future, ya're both respected 'n' ..." I am interrupted by the third drink being placed on the table. Seeing everyone else down theirs I have no option to follow suit.
I shudder again as I swallow the liquid then look up at Zara again, " ... 'n' what's Thassilon?"
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Bad place thas what ish was. Ruins all over da place like tha light house ladys lighting. Worshipped tha Seven Sins and arcane magic. Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Pride, Wrath, Envy, and Lusts. Ifn I remember right. Not really sure right now.... He slurs.
there wash alshow lusht amd lusht... Zara falls forward onto the table snoring. Tsurna mews unappreciatively and curls up on Zaras head while the ferret curls up around his neck.
Tarinhil shrugs, "I'm not a spellcaster like yourself, these little tricks are just part of my heritage.". To emphasize his point he twists his wrist slightly, causing the lights to reverse direction.
He shrugs, "The tricks vary from gnome to gnome, but we all grow up with some small measure of magic, these simple tricks are as natural as breathing."
He smiles and lifts the next mug, smirking at his collapsing companions.
"Bottoms up!"
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Eryda didn't think she was that drunk but when four balls of light started swirling around her head, she began to think that Shalelu's mead had a stronger kick than she expected. She gropes for her mug, distracted by the spheres, and spills a little ale bringing it to her mouth.
She gives a loud, satisfying gasp as she puts her mug down proper. She notices the Gnome smirking as the elf slumps over on the table. Tricky little fellow. Eryda attempts to dismiss the spheres with waving, as they began to irritate her. Bah! Whose magic is this?! Gnome! Send them to someone else! She catches a small snatch of the Elf's drunken mumblings and perks up. Thassilonian?
Tarinhil protests, "But the colours bring out your eyes.... and besides, you're at least 2 tankards behind. "
He shrugs, pulling the balls of light away from the dwarf, having them circle the full mugs before her for a moment, and then winking out of existence.
Shalelu downs her fourth drink with no problem.
How are you feeling there Gnome?
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Snores softly.
Tarinhil smiles and says, "I'm fine. It's only been four... not counting the one I had before the competition. Still, might be wise to actually eat something too."
Shaking his head wryly at the enthusiastic drinking of his fellow goblin slayers, Unalaq chats up Ameiko "So, what can you tell me about Shayliss? Young woman seems to have taken a liking to me."
Ameiko looks at Unalaq carefully, and he says. Come help me bring up another keg. When they are out of sight she speaks.
The ferret seems to snicker once the elf has passed out.
He then runs down the chair, to the floor, quickly to the wall. He just seems to disappear.
Tsurna chases Draken to the wall.
Meoooowww?!
"Thassilonian?"
Fernus hears the elf talk about Thassilon and quickly slams open his book and reads through the pages.
"I know I've got it in here somewhere, just a small scripture about Thassilon." He frantically searches the pages of his journal.
"How did it go again?"
Fernus is looking for the words to speak about what he has read about Thassilon, but the words he makes don't sound Common or Halfling in nature.
Tarinhil says to the dwarf, "Bright colours, of course. They provide a more striking contrast.... Perhaps we should take you out for a makeover, you could learn more about such things... Clearly you take a pragmatic, rather than aesthetic approach to your work?"
He turns to Ameiko, "I'm quite certain I heard the good half-elf say that our food was on her, as well. If I didn't know better, I'd say all this drinking was a trick to make us go to bed without supper -- and I haven't had any properly spicy food in.... well, hours.. Since lunch!"
He then looks over at Fernus, "I was thinking about going to tour the lighthouse tomorrow when there would be fewer mini-catapaults around. Who knows what mysteries might be found within?"
"The way they're going, I may need to help you with kegs all night." Unulaq grins loudly and then listens to the innkeep's advice nodding. "I thought she was a little...forward. Her father owns a business in town?"
Having yet another tankard placed in front of me, I reach down and pick it up, then empty the entire contents into my mouth and swallow it all with a couple of large gulps.
I look to Tarinhil, "Hmmm, food would be nice. I lost ma pie in the fire." I look a little upset about losing my dinner and turn to speak to Ameiko, before realising that she has disappeared. "When she returns, we'll get some food. I might have ta go ta the White Stag again, I liked that Venison earlier."
I listen about the talk of Thassilon, "I think I suffer both Pride 'n' Wrath. Ma people are a proud people 'n' I can get angry easily, use that anger in combat to defeat ma foes quicker 'n' ..."
I am cut off again although this time I am not annoyed by the fact, more entertained as I burst out laughing as Zara collapses onto the table and begins to snore, I then look to everyone else with a wicked grin, "Who wants ta see whats under the mask? I've been curious, I wonder how he drinks and eats through the mask?"
Food arrives almost by magic, as well as more drinks.
Shalelu starts to down hers then decides that it is time for ehr to slow down.
Tarinhil hops to a standing position on his chair, and then smiles at the big man, "No worries about that, Aéron, this friendly lady has said she would buy our dinner -- it would be rude of us to not accept so generous an offer -- and I'm quite sure that I smell *something* roasting back there. It may not be venison, but it certainly smells divine.... and I would imagine our new friend here would think it rude if you didn't at least have seconds.... and dessert, as well."
He throws a wink at Shalelu as he says the last bit.
He sits back down in the chair and giggles, "Though after all that, you may have to add Gluttony to the list as well."
He takes a slower pull of his newly arrived drink and a spoonful of the spicy stew, savouring it, and then starts motionning with his empty spoon, "The problem with a philosophical discussion about these sins is, of course, that it misses the positive that comes from them as well. For example, pride in one's self and one's actions is not harmful -- and it can lead someone to strive toward greater and better things. For example, I'm sure that Eryda here takes pride in what she crafts, which leads her to strive to craft better items than someone without that same drive. What is important is the need to maintain balance. That same pride, left unchecked and taken to the extreme, turns to hubris, and self-entitlement, and generally becomes a negative force.... just as a complete lack of pride leads to helplessness and is also negative."
He shrugs, "I dare say each and every one of us has been guilty of all of these so-called sins to some degree at some time or another."
Tarinhil smirks as Aéron suggests unmasking the elf, Too bad he's passed out, it would be useful if we could learn what that potion is... If only we had another spellcaster.... Wait!
He jumps back up on the chair and calls out, "Say, Ameiko, was cleaning our large friend here the extent of your abilities? We're carrying a potion here that we're not sure what it is... and since you so clearly overserved our elf-friend, we were wondering if maybe you could tell us?"
I sit back quickly as Tarinil jumps up expecting him to shout at me, but when no raised voice comes my way I return to my usual relaxed position. Although I am pleased about the result and the offer of free food I look to Shalelu and nod, "I'll pay for some of it though. It'll be a large bill from the sounds of it."
With that I look at the food that has been placed in front of me, it is red, a fiery red and still bubbling slightly, everything about it looks hot. There is also some white long grained rice on the side, with a slice of bread too. I take my fork and begin to eat, making sure to get the rice and the spicy meat on the fork at the same time. I leave the bread for now, focusing on my meal. After about 10 mouthful's I stop for a about a minute as I let my mouth cool down before digging in again.
It takes me about 10 minutes to eat the whole thing and once it is all gone, I take the slice of bread and rip a small piece off, then suing that to wipe the plate clean, I then eat the bread until the plate has not even a grain of rice nor a sign of sauce on it.
I then look back to Tarinhil, "Well ma Wrath helps me ta protect people as it helps me kill ma enemies quicker." I take the tankard in hand and get ready to down it with everybody else who is still in the drinking competition.
Ameikp looks at the potion smells it...You know I am not sure. You will have to ask Pillbug or Nick I suppose.
Shalelu scoots her chair closer to Aeron...
Fernus lost in thought and his book suddenly calls up.
"Aha found it!"
He begins to say the text out loud with a hint of singing to it.
A powerful man in ancient time
Had envisioned an utopia
For no reason or rhyme
Ancient magic all around
His dreams were found
To great for his life
His successors of late
Were seven not eight
And would cause the world much strife.
In the end, their final doom
Was fate and by magic
To be consumed
For every great rise
There will be a fall
No matter how big or how small.
Yes the runelord cycle. Legend. Bunk. Good stories though. Ameiko says as she delivers seconds and preemptive thirds to Aeron.
The rulers of ancient Tassilon Dangerous and powerful, and gone for thousands of years. Why are we talking about them?
I thank Ameiko for the food after listening to Fernus' poetry and begin to slowly eat again, this time taking my time, "They think I can eat all of this?! What am I, fat?" "We're talking about them because Zara mentioned them in his cards."
I glance over at Shalelu; who has gotten a little closer to me for some reason, and smile at her, "How's ya arm now?"