Treasurefox's Rise of the Runelords (Inactive)

Game Master TreasureFox

Round 1

As the drinking gets underway Azeri wanders over to the tank. Standing there is Mr. Peg-leg himself, staring quizzically at Azeri. He takes a moment to think before allowing Azeri a drink from the tank, but in the end draws up a pitcher of the foul stuff. The drink in question may look like water, but a terrible stink fills the air, much like the smell of a dead fish. As Azeri begins to gulp down the water, he notices that it is incredibly slimy and sticks to his teeth, tongue, lips, and fur. He can feel little bits of scale and who knows what else flowing down his throat. A small group of onlookers watch in disbelief. As Azeri finishes the last gulp, they wait just a few moments to see if he can indeed keep it down. When Azeri seems to recover from the vile drink, everyone makes a huge cheer and Peg-leg offers Azeri the official dagger for carving one's name into the beam. "Damn good job there" says the owner. "I been runnin this place for 10 years, and yer the 29th person to ever carve their name into the ceiling. Congrats."

The other contestants around the table feel a little uneasy about Azeri suddenly taking a huge lead, but they take their drinks none the less.

Furnok manages to pick some watered down ale and drinks it down with ease.

The unnamed half-elf takes a sniff of each drink while muttering strange things to himself. Anyone listening can make out words like "Viscosity, coloration, aroma, delightful". After making his choice, he gulps it down and places the mug on the table.

The imposing half-orc seems lost in choosing a drink, so he picks one at random. Upon drinking it, his eyes shoot open wide and his greenish skin turns a hot red color. He does manage to gulp it down, but when he breathe out a sigh of relief an actual cloud of mist escapes his breath. He looks like he got hit pretty hard.

Savah seems content with the drink she chose and happily quaffs it down, slamming it against the table. "Another one!" She calls out.

And much like the half orc, Ven doesn't seem to have a clue which drink to pick. Although he didn't get a strong one, Ven seems to have some extra color on his face.

Cleo and Mar'a skip the first round to watch the shenanigans, they can join in late if they wish.

Current Score:
- Azeri with 10 points
- Half Orc with 2 points
- Furnok with 1 point
- Half Elf with 1 point
- Savah with 1 point
- Ven with 1 point

Furnok decides to go for the golden snitch and heads for the tank, GIMMIE ONE OF THOSE! He blusters and chugs that mother.

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

In a strange town, the first thing to do it NOT to get stinking drunk. Plus those glasses are filled with NON-Halfling portions. Clearly weighed against the small folk.
She'll get a small port and watch the fun from a stool.

apparently I have two accounts, and due to a new IE I posted wrongly, so the above is from Cleo

No worries Cleo

I was hoping for a '1' then I could link the Stand By Me pie-eating scene.

I'm honestly amazed that both of you managed to beat it. There's some serious luck going on here =D. BTW Mar'a's last post expressed interest in the drinking contest, so I'm going to wait the 24 hours or until Mar'a posts next. Whichever comes first. (20 hours remaining)

Maria is sad. I considered joining in to be the thirtieth name on the ceiling. But Furnok beat me to it. Maria hesitantly walks up to the bartender. May I try, I'd like to get my name up there. Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Mar'a takes in the raucous Hagfish tavern, smiling to see so many smiling animated faces, obviously enjoying the festival.

Sitting nervously, she survey's her array of drinks, sneaking peeks to see what methods the others were using to choose thier first drinks.

Round 1

Trusting to her guiding spirit she grabs one of her drinks at random and gulps it down.

Fort: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Hey Mar'a, good to have you here! Feel free to drink another round.

Guiding Spirit: 1d4 ⇒ 4
You're going to need a new guiding spirit...

The moment Mar'a takes her first gulp, a terrible panic sets in on her. Her mouth feels like it is literally on fire, burning her tongue to a crisp. Many of the other competitors laugh heartily as Mar'a pleads for water, which actually just makes it worse. Taking a bit more time, she eventually manages to get it down. Mar'a takes a -2 penalty on fortitude saves for drinking! Good news is, you're not alone in this.

At the same time, Furnok gets off his chair and walks over to the tank. Not to be shown up by the bearman, he hastily grabs a pint of goop and downs in as fast as humanly possible. Although it wears heavily on his face, Furnok manages to hold it down. The owner laughs heartily "Two in one day! Blimey I can't believe it. If this keeps up I'm gonna have to start making it harder. He hands you the official carving knife. 10 points to Furnok!

When Maria asks the Peg-leg owner for a try, he smiles and replies. "Alright missy give it a shot. But don't be fooled, this stuff has made grown men cry."
Maria gives it her darnedest effort, but try as she might, she simply cannot hold the foul reeking slimy filth in her stomach. She vomits all over the floor as the onlookers cheer in glee. "Sorry miss, best you train yerself more an try again another day."

You may all go outside to vomit if you so desire. I know I would.

Waiting on Azeri before we go to round 3. By the way, you can't drink from the tank more than once.

Furnok hurries outside and rolfs in the alley.

Damn, I thought a 15 might do it, must be around 20 then.

Azeri watched Maria throw up and belched loudly. "Better out than in little one. Someday!"

He then turned his attention to the line of drinks, seeking out the strongest one present. Finding the one he seeks, he downed it in one, before slamming the cup down on to the table, face down.

Fort-1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"Any chance of some nuts or something? I'm hungry!"

Ali smiled and saluted the woman with his cup, before taking a sip. "Here's to us I guess. Let it never be said that we did not try anyway. I do agree with you, if it makes any difference. Even one life is too much to pay to a couple of Greenskin marauders. Lives are... precious." He nodded, staring off in to the streets, frowning.

"The walls are not undefended I would hazard to guess, we are just not part of the defense. There are people watching and waiting even now I don't doubt. Certainly the wily old Sheriff will be watching and his band. We deal with Goblins a lot, they live near our town and inhabit our trash heap, we have not had this type of trouble in years, this has just thrown us. This is a new tactic. But we will respond. I plan on going to the Mayor tomorrow and sharing with her what we heard. I would do so tonight, but I fear she may be indisposed."

No worries Ali, I misunderstood

Azeri can make perception checks to select the drink he wants, otherwise it is made at random (and the dice seem to be mean).
Random Drink: 1d4 ⇒ 3

ROUND 2 RECAP
Furnok's result was posted above, and Mar'a is behind by 1 round.
The strong drink seems to do nothing to Azeri after downing it in a single go, but it didn't seem to be the one that has already burned through two of his fellow competitors.

The half elf picks up another mug that he seems confident with, but this time he splutters half way through drinking it. As he gulps down the remainder, he seems queasier than expected. "I'm fine... really." He assures you all with his beet red face.

The half orc searches through the ales, sniffing at them like the half elf. He then drinks it down, a little slowly. After a good belch, he yells to Azeri "Tank or no tank... Ima drink you under the table, scrub!" It would sound more threatening though if he wasn't wobbling...

Savah eagerly goes for the gold as she identifies the burning drink. With determination to match a dwarf, she quaffs it down in mere seconds. A cloud of steam escapes her as she exhales in relief. She finally replies to Azeri. "Yeah I'm fine. What a dreadful invasion! And during the festival to boot. I think most of the people here are just trying to forget about it right now. I hear you helped send them packing though!"

Lastly Ven takes a drink at random. Seems it wasn't too bad, as he doesn't seem to make much of it.

Scoreboard:
- Azeri with 11 points
- Furnok with 11 points
- Savah with 3 points
- Half Orc with 3 points
- Ven with 2 points
- Mar'a with 2 points (need another round)

BEGIN ROUND 3!!!

Ah, I think I'll be a good sport and let you folks catch up! What do you say Azeri? Furnok passes on his drink.

Ali laughed at the Half Orc before shaking his head. "Little loose in the shoulders there friend? Filling your pants anyway. I am sure you will. Now get up and do the tank, try not to fall in, or piss yourself."

Azeri turned to Savah and nodded. "Aye it was pretty ill timed sadly. And I had a hand in it Aye, if only a small one!"

He turned to the drinks lay put before him and frowned, staring at them, looking for the perfect one, the strongest one.

Perception-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

He zoned in on one of the drinks, frowning, before picking it up slowly and slamming it back.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"I don't think we can. Sitting out makes it easier on us, not harder."

Oh there are more rounds, but after the 3rd I make it more difficult. Sorry about this Azeri, but I did say Perception, so I'll be using your perception score.

I assumed when you said Craft Alchemy too there were other ways but I will change it. Sorry DM.

Ali smiled and saluted the woman with his cup, before taking a sip. "Here's to us I guess. Let it never be said that we did not try anyway. I do agree with you, if it makes any difference. Even one life is too much to pay to a couple of Greenskin marauders. Lives are... precious." He nodded, staring off in to the streets, frowning.

"The walls are not undefended I would hazard to guess, we are just not part of the defense. There are people watching and waiting even now I don't doubt. Certainly the wily old Sheriff will be watching and his band. We deal with Goblins a lot, they live near our town and inhabit our trash heap, we have not had this type of trouble in years, this has just thrown us. This is a new tactic. But we will respond. I plan on going to the Mayor tomorrow and sharing with her what we heard. I would do so tonight, but I fear she may be indisposed."

"I will accompany you, if it is ok friend Alandrian - I too wish to know more of the defenses set in place if you so wish" - Helgarr replied - "Feel free to return inside and appreciate the drinking contest" - she smiles - "I will stay out here a little longer, maybe even circulate around the streets for a while, and leave the boys to their thing"

Cleo alternates between cheering you all on, wincing in sympathy and laughing her little ass off.

in no particular order.

Mar'a cheers with the rest of the crowd when Azeri and Furnok manage to down the Hag Stew from the aquarium, but shudders a the smell that managed to float down to her own table.

Her nose wrinkling with distaste, she quickly grabs one of her drinks and downs it....

Fort: 1d20 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 1 - 2 = 9

Maria sits down holding her stomach. Why did I do that?

Ali smiled and nodded at the woman, before taking the last sip of wine from the goblet. "Of course. You are more than welcome to join me, all of you are. It would be good actually, as I am sure you all took different things from the situation than I did. Besides, here I am just young, so it will be good to have some older voices backing me up!" He shrugged before turning and walking back to the door of the Tavern.

"Don't wander too far though, stay within shouting distance. This is a dark night." He bowed to the woman with a practiced ease, before pushing his way in to the interior. He glanced up at the beam by the tank and laughed, before moving through the tables to pat Azeri on the shoulder.

"Good job old man!" He leaned down closer to the Eidolon, whispering softly for only him to hear. "Helgarr has me worried about the state of the town. I think I will go have a look at the walls one more time. If I don't return well..."

"If you don't return I disappear. And you do remember we can speak mind to mind right? Look I won't stop you and I won't tale you but don't go far and call for me if you need me. I will be there in a minute!"

Ali nodded before standing and moving to his table. He grabbed his pack and his crossbow before slipping out the door silently. When outside, he crept away from the Tavern, hoping not to disturb Helgarr.

Stealthy Stealthy Summoner-1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Furnok intends go all the way and purposely chugs a strong drink

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Mar'a's Drink: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Azeri's Drink: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Furnok's Drink: 1d4 ⇒ 2

ROUND 3 RECAP!

This time it was Azeri who got to taste the feared burning liquor! With almost no reaction to it whatsoever, he downs it without any problems. The table is astounded to see how long Azeri can keep going!

Mar'a however is having a hard time. She's beginning to hiccup, and seems nearly out of it. It would seem her guiding spirit is guiding her right to the dream world. Mar'a now takes a -3 to her fort saves for drinking!

Furnok tries for a strong drink, but it wasn't the burning one he was hopping for. Still, he knocks it back without issue.

"Oh yeah?? Well listen here you... you. I betcha I'm gonna drink the tank!" Slurs the half orc as he gets up and slowly walks over to the tank. The rest of the table can see him get his pint of the goop and downs it quickly. For a moment it seemed like he actually made it, but then at the last second he splurts it all out onto the floor. With the most disgusting belch that had ever been heard, he falls ass over teakettle into the muck. The owner yells "And.... HE'S OUT!!"

Most of the competitors are starting to pass out or even just give up. Ven Vinder is one of such people. "Well, I'm not going to be drinking from the tank, so I think I'm going to drop out of this one. Good luck boys and Savah." And so he promptly leaves.

All whom remain at this table are Azeri, Furnok, the half elf, and Savah. There are still roughly a dozen contestants overall. The half elf and Savah seem to take their drinks without much difficulty, although Savah is starting to show signs of the drink getting to her. "More like a claw in it! Haha, I didn't know you could do that... Was it frightening for you?"

Scoreboard:
- Azeri with 13 points!
- Furnok with 12 points
- Savah with 4 points
- Half elf with 3 points
- Ven has left
- Half Orc is snoozing

Round 4 begins, and the owner yells out "Alright! Let's get rid of the little drinks. Bring in the hard stuff!!" With that, two kegs are rolled away to make room for a new one. A total of 3 drinks stand before you now.

It is a quiet and spooky night for Ali as he sneaks around Sandpoint. Fortunately for him, there are a few street lamps lit so that he can see. At the wall, he notices two guards standing on the paramount where Furnok and Azeri fought the goblin slingers. The front gate is shut and locked.

Azeri arched an eyebrow before barking a short laugh. "The Claws? Oh yes I tend to keep them sheathed around polite company. It is the same as a cocksure young man with his first Sword, no one likes the guy because he walks around flashing his hardware and thinking he is tough. I feel the same about the claws. They serve me well but I never bring them out unless I need to!" He thought for a moment about the question before frowning and shaking his head.

"Not frightening in the way you might think. See... I am not... Well that is to say that, if you were to take your weapon right now, and for whatever reason, carve out my heart, I would disappear and die, but tomorrow morning, when Ali called on me, I would just materialize again and become real and whole. Was it frightening? No. Was I afraid? Yes. Not for myself, but for the kid. If he died, that would kill me. Now I don't mean that I would never materialize ever again, I wouldn't, but losing the kid, I wouldn't want to, not without him around. You know?" He laughed softly and glanced at the mug in his hand.

"Guess the booze is making me a little sappy huh?"

Azeri focuses in on the drinks before him, frowning, trying to garner any hint of what they might be.

Perception-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

He threw his hands up in the air before shrugging and grabbing one of the drinks at random.

Fortitude-1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

He downed the drink, belched loudly and turned the mug over on the table, along with the other tankards. "Delicious!"

I imagine it isn't but he won't let up.

EDIT: Not 1 Fort under 20. Azeri sure as hell can drink!

Ali whistles softly, before calling out. "Friendly coming up!" When he was sure the Guards had heard him, he moved up the steps to the landing and stood there for a moment, staring out in to the darkness.

"Anything I can get you men? I could run to the Rusty Dragon if you need some food. I'm sure Ameiko can have something fixed up for you!" He leaned casually against the wall, keeping his eyes on the expanse outside of the town.

The two guards, whom Ali does not recognize, greet Ali with a nod. "Ah did the Sheriff send you? Yeah I'd really like something. Hmm maybe some soup? Oh! Or if there's any of the mead that she had this afternoon. That would be great." Said one of the guards.

The other guard quickly corrects him. "Hey, no eating or drinking on watch, Bellek. Have you forgotten your training already?"

Furnok suddenly realizes he is in the same room with an electric bear.

Hey now! How do we know that booze can affect you like us? I don't know if this is proper.

Azeri frowns before holding out a palm towards Furnok. He extends a single claw on the other hand and slashes his palm shallowly so he begins to bleed. "I have a circulatory system, I have all of the organs you possess... I might not be human but then again neither is our friend here," he nodded to the Half Elf. "Nor was the other one," He nodded at the Half-Orc. "Say young Cleo wished to enter too, would it be improper for her also?"

You said you could just come back if killed and all, I mean none of us can do that unless some high priest does prayers to the gods. I just dunno, this is beyond goblins and stuff.. Furnok looks like he is getting weirded out, maybe it is the booze.

I'm waiting for the magical crit fail from either of you =P

ROUND 4

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Furnok wobbles as the drink hits his gut and he feels kinda mean. Who is the bear-man to come in and start guzzling? The others are normal folk and might fail or win because of strong guts, but this bear is all magic! Grrrrrrr!

Ahahaha! The crit fail right on cue!

'Locals are getting testy about my ability to drink!' Ali heard Azeri speak through his mind and he grinned.

"No the Mayor didn't send me. I was one of the people who fought the Goblins here, I just came to have a look."

'Might wanna get back here!' Ali sensed the unease through the connection and turned, frowning towards the Tavern, streets away.

"But now I must return to whence I came. Adieu gentlemen!" He bowed, before dashing away in to the dark.

"Just keep it together big man!"

The two guards look to each other as Ali dashes off into the distance.

"Bellek, check your pockets. You got everything?"

I protest! Ali is a delightful young man... Who just ran off rather shiftily. I retract my protest.

Hey leave him alone! Maria yells.

Azeri shakes his head, frowning. "Aye I can. And Mar'a can create magic. And Cleo can heal. And Savah creates the finest weaponry. It is just an ability. It does not make me any less mortal than you. I am just mortal in a different manner."

He smiled over his shoulder at Maria. "Thank you for the support little one!"

We all fought for the town. We shouldn't be having our integrity challenged. Besides it's not against the rules if you can't.

Urghh..Wanzzan Bears drinken ale.. To Bigg..Urz....Bars dun drink ale. Furnok seems to be waving his fists in front of him like some fantasy boxer. He looks rather mean.

Just rolling Furnok's random drink to see just how hammered he really is from that crit fail.
Furnok's Drink of Idiocy: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Oh jeez, yup he's hammered alright. That's a -6 to fort saves right there.

Azeri pushed back from the table but remained seated, extending a hand to Furnok, palm out, in a placating manner. "Maybe you oughta sit out the rest hey? Go find yourself a room to dry out in?"

BAR ATTACK!

Furnok initiates a bar-room blitz