Sarasanna wrote:
Sarasanna listens with a neutral expression, not able to decipher a word until the very end, which as far as she can tell, does not seem to follow from any of the complete gibberish spoken previously.
"You are difficult to understand." Sarasanna remarks flatly to the drunk, "Could you speak more clearly?"
Correct me if I'm wrong, but all she is able to decipher is, "a surreal, out of body experiences. You know, like I was somewhere's else."
LM wrote: I'm also fine with the split personality of your character. That's part of the reason I sent you the invite; I like shaking things up in my campaigns. EDIT: Thanks! I am glad to be here! ^_^
The Linguistics check was for the mumble-speak, before Ulsted made his last post. That being said, it's a wonder that Akkramar can understand him, and the guy is draped over him!
"S'wha sat?
Perception, Ulsted, 'bombed': 1d20 - 6 ⇒ (15) - 6 = 9
He has no idea that a woman (or anyone really) just spoke to him, his head just kinda swivels around at random.
Akkramar wrote: [dice=Linguistics (no ranks)]d20+4
"I see... And why would they celebrate 'sitting on their butts' - would this be sufficient cause?" - Akkramar smiles at the man, supporting him up.
After mumbling something about love for a moment, the man picks his head back up and says, "Xas' zackly what I've been saying! Hells, whos' to know wha' they do in der spair thime." The man stops for a second, as if trying very hard to come up with logical reasoning. Then he shrugs his shoulders, firms up his weak grip around your shoulders, and starts again. "Djid you know, I was once an adventhuer? Is true. I wonnered all 'roun' the wound and shtuff. But den, I go' an arrow in my knee. Hurt like hells. Den, I got my arm chopped off (he waves his left arm for emphasis of how 'chopped off' it is) by one of dem curved swords. That's righ,' a Curved. Sword. It was one of dem whadjamacallits, a surreal, out of body experiences. You know, like I was somewhere's else." The man blinks again, and you get the impression that he was just as coherent as he is likely to be for the rest of the day.
Looking at you in a peculiar manner (almost as if he wasn't paying attention to his ratio of wine to blood), the man speaks "Is's abou' celebrayin' the way dat those lazy crudasers sid on der butts and holler at the demons an' wave der swords ad eechoder. BRRAP!" He then puts his arm around you, as if in friendship, and starts muttering incoherently.
DC 21 Linguistics check if you want to decipher Drunkenese. ;P
Alliriyallin wrote: Ally giggles, watching the drunken fellow grope in the air as if she were a normal-sized humanoid. She flutters back a bit, and laughs, "Full in your cups, aren't you? Like what you see I'm sure... I'm afraid we're not physically compatible, but there's no harm in looking!" She wiggles her hips saucily and wonders whether this fellow is too drunk for any sort of coherent conversation. [dice=Sense Motive, can he be brought to coherency or is Ally's attempt doomed?]1d20+7 Oh, it doesn't take a Tien rocket engineer to figure out this guy is done for the night.
Alliriyallin wrote:
Ally decides to strike up a conversation with one of the non-evil humans.
Pick one at random, please.
"Greetings, stranger! I suppose you don't see many of my sort around here... though it seems like you get lots of other sorts. You can call me 'Ally' and I'm part of this exploration expedition, along with those other folks who just came in. How's life out here?"
The 'gentleman' (You did say to pick one at random...) looks up from his nearly empty mug of ale and sees....a naked woman, right in front of his face!!! It might be the beer talking, but this it turning into a very fine evening, indeed, the man thinks to himself. It is the most coherent thought he has had in over an hour. Although the 'lady' is talking to him, all he hears is Wood chew ligkg to go to fed wif' me?
"Don' mindfido, me(hic) lady!" With that, the man attempts Dex check, DC 10 to stand: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 2 - 4 = 14 and tries to put his arm around the 'lady,' not even clued into how tall the 'lady' really is.
Round 2 Action, playing catch up on the final posts, then I'll move on to the Round 3 stuff.
This time, I'll step up and do my doody, *giggle* this most thick of creatures thinks to himself.
Well, Captain Blackbeard, it looks like I'll have to do my doody." The poor, drooling mass starts to giggle again.
Will vs Slumber hex: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
"Ooh sleepy time," the wizened buffoon says before slumping down in front of the captain.
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