DM Dave Tuesday July 20th, 1999 12:18:28 AM
The heroes from the Emerald Kingdom make their way to the Wold-famous Red Wyrm Inn. As is customary, all weapons are checked in the foyer before the group is allowed into the tavern proper. Some sort of fiesta seems to be going on over in one corner of the cavernous common room -- perhaps a birthday party? You immediately like the homey feel of the place -- for some of you, it's almost deja vu....Scanning the area, you quickly spot your adversaries, the barbarians, sitting over near the bar. And they spot you.
Sweetie Pie the Bar Maid Tuesday July 20th, 1999 12:19:31 AM
Greeting the group at the door, "Welcome to the Red Wyrm Inn! How about a round of Black Heart Stout?" Sweetie says with dazzling smile.
Xanthalos d100=64 d20=8 d12=8 d10=4 d8=5 d6=1 d4=4 d3=3 d2=1 Tuesday July 20th, 1999 11:15:31 AM
Xanthalos sits at a table alone and not caring for his present company. He orders a glass of wine, bread and cheese. While he awaits the meager human fare, Xanth says thinking to himself, "Barbarians, dirty, loudmouthed boors. How can the management allow CURS like that in this establishment. I will have to file a grievance with the owner. May Donyra rain on your little band and cleanse your uncouth souls!" Xanth looks to the heavens, arms uplifted and says aloud, "Praise be to Donyra." Xanth looks to the door as the bar maid greets some new comers into the tavern. Seeing several Elves, Xanth's mood brightens a bit.
Xanthalos Tuesday July 20th, 1999 12:52:38 PM
Sitting at the table, Xanthalos wears flowing maroon colored robes. Spell components hang from a belt with several large pouches on it. When the hood of his robes is not pulled down to hide his handsome elven features, long silver hair, shaved on the sides and the back of his head, cascades down to the middle of his back. Large almond shaped violet colored eyes enchant anyone who looks into their depths.
Figment Tuesday July 20th, 1999 12:52:39 PM
after checking into a room the sleepy mage stumbles down stairs and spies the two groups gathering. He wlks up to the bar and orders breakfast.
Flueterflam Tuesday July 20th, 1999 5:02:21 PM
"Anybody else got deja vu?" Fluet looked confused.
Shadrach Tuesday July 20th, 1999 5:10:28 PM
"Nope! Here on business..." Shad snarled in the Barbarian Punk's direction. Feeling a touch belligerent, the large human in green noble clothes stomped over to their table, and planted his fists on his hips. "Well, lookie what we got here. Bit early, aren't ya?"
DM Tuesday July 20th, 1999 6:36:30 PM
Time Note: It is early morning, as previously arranged with the Barbarians, when the group arrives in the Red Wyrm Inn.
Disgruntle the Ogre Bouncer Tuesday July 20th, 1999 6:39:13 PM
Stepping away from the wall near the entrance, Disgruntle walks up behind Shadrach. He is grinning -- this just might be fun. He waits to see if anyone is going to get rowdy.
Skinny the Barbarian (DM) Tuesday July 20th, 1999 6:47:28 PM
"I see what kind of influence the Gold Dragons have had upon your manners," Skinny states simply. Turning to the bar, he makes a quick motion to the bartender, who sends over three pitchers of some type of flaming-red beverage. Turning back to the group, Skinny continues, "As agreed, you picked the place, and we pick the poison. This, my young friend," Skinny says leaning forward, "is called Salamander's Delight, and you don't want to know what's in it." Karchek, next to Skinny, grins widely. "But, Ol' Boula and Karchek will face any three of you -- now who's it going to be?" Skinny leans back, waiting for a response.
Ingrge Tuesday July 20th, 1999 7:54:15 PM
"Salamander's Delight, Choose bearded barbarians to choose a sissy drink like that. wheres the sport or the danger. The Flaming Green Gnomish is truly a daring drink. But then again I guess you might be scared you'll burn your beards off, so Salmander's Delights it is. I will be one of our contestants unless you all think that my being an elf affects the outcome any?"
Milo Tuesday July 20th, 1999 8:15:12 PM
"I'm in." Comes a shout from a nearby table. A slim halfling about four feet tall moves quickly torwards the barbarian challenger. The halfling has light brown hair and blue eyes that shimmer with the anticipation of a challenge. He is garbed in tan breeches and a bright blue tunic that complements his eyes very well. As he approaches, he stares up at the barbarian icily... "Think ya can handle me BIG GUY?!"
Figment Tuesday July 20th, 1999 8:15:13 PM
smiles at Skinny as he eats. "A sophisticated barbarian - now that's an unusual site. Perhaps in this setting we could have a more amicable discussion - that is, after our compadres drink themselves nto a stupor..."
Shadrach Wednesday July 21st, 1999 2:39:17 PM
"They're good enough for you." Shad sits, not noticing the shadow looming over him. "Boy." Startled by the piping of a vicious halfling, the ugly man looks over and down. "Uuh, friend, this is sorta a private--uh, argument. You don't wanna get involved."
Flueterflam (Kris) Wednesday July 21st, 1999 2:43:49 PM
Fluet looks around for their third, seeing Figment the dandy wizard and Olana and K'Nara, both girls. Looking for a way of getting out of getting hammered, he asked without much hope, "So who wants to be the third?"
K'nara Wednesday July 21st, 1999 4:51:32 PM
The tall, auburn-haired warrior woman looks at Shadrach and Fluet obliquely--she still doesn't know ALL the details, but obviously this was a challenge between the barbarian group of fighters and her own troupe. Being that she was the bouncer for her family's own inn & tavern, K'nara quickly concludes that someone of her great stamina and experience at drinking would be needed for a drinking contest. "*I* shall be the third, Fluet...unless either you or Shad have any objections..?"
Xanthalos Wednesday July 21st, 1999 4:51:33 PM
With his food and wine set out before him, Xanth begins his meal and sits alone with his thoughts. "Perhaps the barbarians will be entertaining after all." Looking to their challengers, Xanth smirks a bit. "Let's see a drunkard priest by the looks of him and a wood elf. What did they call them in the academy? Let's see.......Oh I remember now. Tree Trash. That's what they called the wood elves. No wonder. How an elf can drink that Horse pi$@ is totally beyond me. I guess the name holds true for wood elves. Tree Trash!" Xanth sips his wine and chuckles aloud. Going back to his thoughts, "Ah but he is a cousin. Hopefully a very distant cousin at that!" Xanth slices the bread and cheese watching the events unfold before him. He sees the haffling get brushed off. "Now that would have been a sight. A person of his size in a drinking contest with barbarians. He may have won if it were pastries." Xanth laughs aloud to himself. He quickly recovers and composes himself. He ends his thoughts abrubtly and looks to the haffling. "Come over here my friend, if your company is not good enough for them perhaps we should have a contest of our own! Choose your PASTRY!"
Milo Wednesday July 21st, 1999 6:35:59 PM
"Oh... but you don't understand ma'am I want to get involved indeed. Any opportunity I get to put down a bully is something I'd get involved in. Besides... its better that I do this, rather than you good ladies. Milo's the name, Milo Thistledown, and I'd consider it an honor if I could... ehem be your champion so to speak... ya know in this drinkin' contest. Besides, I think you'll be surprised how much drink, someone of my size can consume without even battin' an eye." And with that, Milo turns a hard eye on the mangy barbarian.
Skinny the Barbarian (DM) Wednesday July 21st, 1999 8:05:32 PM
Eyeing Milo with what just might be respect, Skinny says, "Son, perhaps that pastry contest wouldn't be such a bad suggestion for you. Turning to face Ingrge, his face hardens, Skinny says, "Enough talk."
Barbarian (DM) Wednesday July 21st, 1999 8:07:13 PM
Immediately, disdaining the cups on the table, both Ol' Boula and Karchek each grab a pitcher and down them, leaving one pitcher untouched on the table...the bartender already has more pitchers on the way.
Shadrach Wednesday July 21st, 1999 10:15:14 PM
Not wasting any time, Shad grabbed a pitcher and sucked it down.
Flueterflam (Kris) Wednesday July 21st, 1999 10:16:50 PM
"Um, but you're a LADY," Fluet looked uncomfortable.
Ingrge Wednesday July 21st, 1999 11:17:09 PM
Looking at his group, the little halfling and the barbarians. Ingrge says, "your right it is time. Shad, K'nara and Mr. Milo here will be our three contestants."
Olanna Wold20Character=Dm; Wold20TurnEntered=932613238390; Wold20DieRolls=; Wold30Character=Ingrge; Wold30TurnEntered=932613429970; Wold30DieRolls= Wednesday July 21st, 1999 11:19:00 PM
Grinning at the halfling, Milo, Olanna Looks up at Ingrge's decision with a raised eyebrow and then just shrugs.
Xanthalos Wednesday July 21st, 1999 11:35:11 PM
Taking an interest in the contest now that the haffling has joined, Xanth stands and walks over to the contestants. He looks directly at the haffling and says, "May Wardd smile upon you this day and grant you victory." Xanthalos turns to the wood elf. "It was good of you to let the Haffling be your champion, Cousin." Xanth says with a smirk. "All hail Milo the brave!May he win this contest of swills!"
Milo Thursday July 22nd, 1999 12:21:55 AM
As the next pitchers are set up on the counter, Milo steps up to the bar, and with a wink and a nod he hefts one, feeling its weight. Then, quick as you will, he drains the contents, drinking as fast as he can. Quietly, Milo he burps under one hand as he sets down the empty pitcher.
K'nara Thursday July 22nd, 1999 2:20:34 AM
Smiling at Fluet, the filet-ensconced chestnut head of K'nara nods. "Thanks for noticing!" she says cheerily. "But ladies can drink, too!" So saying, the female fighter sits at the contest site and, grabbing one of the drinking vessels, nods acknowledgement to the barbarians they are competing with, then downs a drink at the proper time.
Figment Thursday July 22nd, 1999 2:20:35 AM
eyes the barbarians and watches the results of the challenge. "This is going to be interesting. ". When Skinny gets serious he chuckles "Since when is drinking serious? Isn't it suppoesed to be fun? Smile, you'll be able to drink more that way!"
Red Wrym Drinking Contest!!! Thursday July 22nd, 1999 9:49:16 PM
You all quickly realize that only half the contest is seeing who can down the most, the other half is controlling your stomachs, and not immediately disgorging the powerful elixir. Even the barbarians look a little green, but each manages to grab the next pitcher and begin guzzling, although not quite so quickly. You must each roll vs. Constitution at --2 to avoid making an unpleasant mess and having to bow out of the contest. Any stamina/racial bonuses apply. If you decide to imbibe again, go ahead and roll another Con check, this time at --4, as the fluid continues to churn your insides.
Sweetie Pie the barmaid (DM) Thursday July 22nd, 1999 10:01:35 PM
Hearing Xanthalos' comment, Sweetie rolls her eyes, then heads back behind the bar to retrieve the mop and bucket.
Ingrge Thursday July 22nd, 1999 11:08:39 PM
Hey, Xanthalos. My name is Ingrge Nightseer. It wasn't so much me letting him by my/our champion. as it was, I know what that stuff does to ones insides. and as Warrd would say It was luck that brought him to us all eager to drink. And after having traveled with a priest of waard for a while I have learned to trust in ones luck.
Olanna Thursday July 22nd, 1999 11:21:53 PM
Looking at Xanthalos, She curls her lip and snidely says well cousin, Ingrge here needs no one as HIS champion. Ive seen him drink an ogre under the table and stare down a green dragon, so I'd show a bit more respect or he is likely to turn you into to something.
K'nara d20-2=4 d20-2=11 d20-4=9 Friday July 23rd, 1999 1:15:22 AM
(OOC Note: sorry--I pressed "Roll" too hard and got the first one twice...but both of those mean that K'nara made her roll) Eyeing the barbarian drinkers, the veteran tavern-bouncer calmly downs the first Salamander, then goes on to the second one, drinking it, too. The second pitcher of the noxious stuff begins to cause K'nara's innards to rumble in protest, reminding her that drinking without the benefit of eating first AND right after a strenuous Bladesong workout with the Grey Malkin is really NOT a very wise idea. Still, the warrior woman does her heritage proud by managing to keep both pitchers down.
Figment Friday July 23rd, 1999 1:15:23 AM
looks on the foray with a bit of mirth as he tries not to laugh out loud at this ridiculous event. "Looks like you're slowing down a bit. Chose something to get it overwith fast, eh? That's probably the most merciful of choices..."
Olanna Friday July 23rd, 1999 9:15:43 AM
At Figment's comment, Ingrge grins and calls out to the bartender, (Vasha the minataur from hell, Hey How about 5 pitchers of flaming green gnomishes?
Milo d20-2=5 d20=17 Friday July 23rd, 1999 10:26:36 AM
After setting down his first pitcher, Milo grins, unshaken. "You'll have to do better than that to beat me." With confidence, he grabs the second pitcher and drains its contains as quickly as the first. Milo's look goes from cheerful satisfaction to panicked alarm. His body is wracked with a single convulsion as he turns and empties the contents of his stomach on Skinny's boots. Feebly he whispers, "Sorry guys."
Flueterflam (Kris) Friday July 23rd, 1999 10:26:37 AM
Fluet blinked at Olana. Gosh, this adventuring stuff was making her bloodthirsty. The human bard smiled in a friendly way to the elf bystander. "Xantholos is it? Don't mind them, we just got feted at the Gold Dragons castle and they're spoiling for a fight. Are you an adventurer?"
Shadrach d20-2=5 d20-4=7 Friday July 23rd, 1999 10:26:38 AM
Shad's eyes bugged out as he digested the first swig. Never one to be daunted by such things, the sailor grabbed the second pitcher and downed it with two hands. His eyes crossed and he laughed wildly. "HA HA HA HA HAA! *BELCH!*"
Xanthalos d100=28 Friday July 23rd, 1999 12:05:08 PM
Turning to the young and brash elf maiden who so haughtily addresses me, "Get off the mans leg! I am sure he can sing his own praises without your help. I could care less for our cousins drinking habits. I once killed a drunk ogre does that count? But staring down a dragon! Now that would be a tale worth hearing. Please M'Lady come to my chambers tonight and tell me a bedtime story." Xanth looks to the elf maiden and winks. He turns to Ingrge, "Who told you my name Ingrge Nightseer? I don't recall having given it. Are you spying on me? Or has the Lady Mimosa been gossiping about me again? I see that your sense of humor needs some work. I merely meant it as a joke to ease the obvious tension between your group and that of the barbarians. A cleric's work is never done. Let us give praise to all the gods!" Xanth looks to the heavens and back to Ingrge," Milo the haffling tried to join the contest as a Champion for the woman and you backed out. Thus Milo becomes your champion. It was a joke , one at your expense, but a joke. May Serenbeth lighten your heart and allow you to see the humor in all things. Ah and it looks as though your champion has spilled his drink all over the man's boots. Xanth turns his back on the two elves and addresses the bard. "My name is Xanthalos D'Shainin, Mage-Priest to the gods and yes I am an adventurer of sorts. I go wherever the will of the gods takes me. And you are?"
Sweetie Pie the waitress (Kim) Friday July 23rd, 1999 12:32:21 PM
The pert half elf waitress returns to the table with said mop and bucket, and some towels on a tray. She sets the tray on a nearby table. She hands a Milo a hot damp towel. "Here, shortcakes, you can wipe your face with this," she smiles at him. "Good try." Sweetie Pie tosses Skinny a towel for his boots, then applies the mop to the floor.
Olanna d20=9 Friday July 23rd, 1999 12:50:15 PM
At Xanthalos's comments, Olanna's green eyes go cold and black and in span of a heart beat her eating dagger is at Xanth's throat. With cold dangerous precision she slowly mouths these words. Before you insult and proposition some one you do not know I would make sure that that person can do you no harm. I think, were I you, with your mouth and your manners, I would hastily make your way over to the sides of your Barbarian brethren, "Cousin." As quickly as it apeared, the dagger once again disapears.
Ingrge d20=18 Friday July 23rd, 1999 1:53:14 PM
Hearing Xanthalos' comments to Olanna brings Ingrge rage to a full boil. Looking over at the soon to be decaying lowelf, Ingrge says. " i see now why you chose Waard, for with out his luck the only way you can do anything to anyone is if they are drunk and passed out. Ingrge then reaches over to the bar grabs the next available pitcher of Salamander's delight and flings the contents right in Xanth's face (hits AC 0)
Xanthalos Friday July 23rd, 1999 3:38:05 PM
Xanth looks down at his wet clothing, then to both the Elf Maiden and the one called Ingrge. A broad mischievious smile spreads accross his face. His violet almond shaped eyes sparkle dangerously for only a moment, then it passes. "Well it looks as if the drinks are on me this round. Wouldn't you say?" Xanth says chuckling. "Bar maid, I am in need of a clean towel." Xanth turns to Ingrge, "I have not chosen Wardd as my diety, but rather I worship all the gods equally." Xanth turns back to the bard to continue their discussion.
Flueterflam (Kris) Friday July 23rd, 1999 7:57:31 PM
Fluet watched the bouncer nervously. All they needed was for Olana to get thrown out, then Shad or Ingrge would start a fight...Relieved, he said, "My name is Flueterflam and I'm a bard! I was just about to ask you who you worshipped, but I noticed you don't seem to have any particular holy symbol. By the way, don't be the one to start the fight, or that guy standing over Shadrach (DisGruntle the ogre) will throw you out. With some bones broken. This is adventurer central and most everyone here is powerful. Just ask Figment here. He's a wizard and knows all about this place."
Shadrach Friday July 23rd, 1999 8:02:33 PM
Waiting for the next round, the priest looked at the halfling sympathetically. "Hey, Milo, is it? Why don'tcha stick around, maybe we can try the Flaming Green Gnomishs. They make you grow hair on your feet! ::mimics looking down:: Oops, you've already tried them!"
Sweetie Pie the waitress (Kim) Friday July 23rd, 1999 8:11:49 PM
With a small sigh, seeing there is more to mop, Sweetie Pie retrieves another towel, fairly hot, from the nearby tray. "Here you go, sir." She takes the mop into the back, and comes out in a minute with it clean, and mops up the splattered drink. She turns and looks at Vasha. "Hey, Vasha, where's Delgatha [/del 'gaa tha/]? She's supposed to be here to take care of clean up, isn't she? Did she sleep in again?"
Milo Friday July 23rd, 1999 8:48:29 PM
Milo moves tenderly over to a nearby seat in order to watch the rest of the proceedings. Muttering to himself, "Flaming Green Gnome indeed." And then a bit louder, to the barmaid, "Miss could I please get some hot tea and honey for this" gesturing to his stomach. With one hand gently rubbing his tummy, he puts his other out to Flueterflam as if to shake... "Well met good sir, like I said, I'm Milo Thistledown, professional door opener and treasure hunter... I guess my attempt to impress your company have gone awry. I've heard of you, and I'd like very much to join your heroic band... though I'm not sure what my chances are now."
Barbarians (DM) Saturday July 24th, 1999 3:17:21 AM
Finally, Ol' Boula and Karchek finish their second pitchers, and Ol' Boula immediately spews forth, managing to spray Skinny in the process. Karchek, looking greener still, manages to hold his drink -- for the moment. Gingerly, he reaches for the third pitcher.
Barbarians -- Part II (DM) Saturday July 24th, 1999 3:26:18 AM
Several of the barbarians laugh, slapping Ol' Boula on the back, while Skinny, with a disgusted look, grabs a towel to wipe off the mess.
K'nara Saturday July 24th, 1999 9:05:37 AM
The tall female human fighter grimaces as her stomach roils at even the thought of downing another Salamander's Delight, but the confrontation between her teammates and the uppity elf snag part of her concentration. 'Damn pointy-ears is lucky I'm busy, or I'd introduce him to *my* blade much the same as Olana's eating dagger.' she thought darkly, frowning slightly--her frown gave way to a grimace when she saw the two remaining barbarian competitors reach for new pitchers. 'Give me strength!' she prayed to the deity in charge of such matters, forgetting the god's name in the digestive grip of the two Salamanders she'd already ingested.
Xanthalos Saturday July 24th, 1999 3:50:36 PM
Good to meet you Flueterflam, A disciple of Teresalia I see. You don't have to worry about me, I am no common street thug trying to start a bar brawl for the sheer pleasure of it. That is beneath my station. " Xanth looks to Ingrge and smiles. "Where weapons aren't allowed I might add," speaking this last bit in hushed tones, looking to the elf maiden. "Greetings and well met. Figment is it? Pray let me guess, an Illusionist? Like in figment of my imagination? or just a nick name?" Turning back to the bard, "Well Mr. Flueterflam, you really must sing us a tale, make it a comedy. Perhaps it will lighten the hearts of your breathren and make them not so............what are the words I am looking for here......Uptight......no that's not it,....serious....no....AH I have it...anal retentive....."
Ingrge Saturday July 24th, 1999 9:32:43 PM
Looking at Xanth, I drew no weapon on you, unless you call that drink a weapon. And as for Olanna's eating utensil, I think you will find that most of the ladies have something with which to defend their honor with. What you said was both insulting, boorish and uncalled. Not to mention impolite, partyicularly coming from an elf as yourself. I might forgive that behavior from an Orc or an Ogre but for one who claims to be civilized it is down right rude. ::Walks over to Milo:: Well Milo, that was a valiant effort, My name is Ingrge Nightseer, what brings you to these parts?
Milo Saturday July 24th, 1999 10:38:00 PM
Milo turns to greet the elf, "Well met friend Ingrge. Why, curiosity has brought me to this hall... curiosity and tales of valor. Like I was saying, I've heard of your heroism, and seek company in a group such as yours. That is, if you'll have me along. I'm not much of a warrior, but I have a knack of finding my way into places that are... shall we say, resistant to unwelcome intrusion. At any rate, I champion good in my own fashion."
Xanthalos Sunday July 25th, 1999 2:09:36 PM
:::Xanth looks to Ingrge and takes a deep cleansing breath. He then prepares himself for his long winded speech:: "Well cousin lets review what I have spoken ALOUD. For you will see that everything I have said was not out of line. As you came into the bar, I said "Praise be to Donyra." As to why I said this, it is none of your concern. When the haffling tried to join the contest and was brushed off, I said "Come over here my friend, if your company is not good enough for them perhaps we should have a contest of our own! Choose your PASTRY!" When you let the haffling take your place in the contest, I said "May Wardd smile upon you this day and grant you victory." This I said to the haffling. Then I turned to you and said. "It was good of you to let the Haffling be your champion, Cousin." and then back to Milo "All hail Milo the brave! May he win this contest of swills!" You attempted to explain yourself, not wanting to lose face, but Olana here butted into the conversation in an attempt to defend your honor. Bringing up your drinking habits and the fact that you may have stared down a dragon. I then turned to Olanna who so rudely interupted our conversation and said, "Get off the mans leg! I am sure he can sing his own praises without your help. I could care less for our cousins drinking habits. I once killed a drunk ogre does that count? But staring down a dragon! Now that would be a tale worth hearing. Please M'Lady come to my chambers tonight and tell me a bedtime story." I then winked at Olanna. This I said and did in jest. I fear you have been in the company of humans to long and forget elven heirarchy. If Olanna had come to my chambers it would have been to tell the story. Although she may be a "catch" for other high elves, wood elves, or humans, she does not interest me in the least. No disrespect young lady, but you are beneath my station as it were. I believe I then turned to you and said "Who told you my name Ingrge Nightseer? I don't recall having given it. Are you spying on me? Or has the Lady Mimosa been gossiping about me again? I see that your sense of humor needs some work. I merely meant it as a joke to ease the obvious tension between your group and that of the barbarians. A cleric's work is never done. Let us give praise to all the gods! Milo the haffling tried to join the contest as a Champion for the woman and you backed out. Thus Milo becomes your champion. It was a joke , one at your expense, but a joke. May Serenbeth lighten your heart and allow you to see the humor in all things. Ah and it looks as though your champion has spilled his drink all over the man's boots. I then turned my back on you and spoke to the bard saying My name is Xanthalos D'Shainin, Mage-Priest to the gods and yes I am an adventurer of sorts. I go wherever the will of the gods takes me. And you are?" I was then assaulted by Olanna, who also has been keeping the company of humans to long and forgets elven custom. Again M'lady I mean no disrespect. It is obvious that you quite head over heels with Olanna, because my comments brought you into a lovers rage as you threw a drink into my face. With alot of self control and attempting to break the ill feelings, I then said "Well it looks as if the drinks are on me this round. Wouldn't you say? Bar maid, I am in need of a clean towel." I then said, "I have not chosen Wardd as my diety, but rather I worship all the gods equally." I then turned back to the bard and spoke these words, "Good to meet you Flueterflam, A disciple of Teresalia I see. You don't have to worry about me, I am no common street thug trying to start a bar brawl for the sheer pleasure of it. That is beneath my station. " Which when I said this, I looked to you. "Where weapons aren't allowed I might add," I spoke this last bit quietly as to NOT remind the bouncer of the rules in his own tavern. I also looked to Olanna when I said this not to you. I didn't say you drew a weapon on me. Please follow along. I then greeted the Human mage by saying, "Greetings and well met. Figment is it? Pray let me guess, an Illusionist? Like in figment of my imagination? or just a nick name?" Then I turned back to the bard and said, "Well Mr. Flueterflam, you really must sing us a tale, make it a comedy. Perhaps it will lighten the hearts of your breathren and make them not so............what are the words I am looking for here......Uptight......no that's not it,....serious....no....AH I have it...anal retentive....." ::Xanth takes a deep breath having made his speech:: "So you see Nightseer everything I have said aloud could have been taken offensively, but it was meerly an attempt at humor. A vain one at that with this lot. It was subtle humor with Olanna, and if you had remembered Elven Heriarchy, you would have found it most amusing. (((((OOC: please refrain from using my thoughts against me. Unless you have a medalion of ESP. Words like "Tree Trash, and "Drunkard Priest" are meant for you as a person to either laugh at or get mad at. Please disconnect your character from yourself. Your character does not know everything that you do.))))
Shadrach d20+6=20 Sunday July 25th, 1999 6:19:13 PM
Shadrach focused on nothing but the third Gnomish-er, Salamander. The stench of vomit wafted over to him as he power-slammed the drink. His face quivered for a few moments, and he slid the chair back and stood. Struggling physically to keep it in, he staggered a few steps--then threw up all over Xantholos' robe. "OOOHHH sweet Lady!" Registering what he'd just done, Shad got a stricken look. "Oh my goddess--I am SO sorry! Umm, listen, you can hit me. Or I'll buy you new clothes. I know the fruitiest tailor in town..."
Flueterflam Sunday July 25th, 1999 6:23:47 PM
Fluet looked on the tableau with mixed emotions. "My brethren, were I to sing or tell of this night, it would send the audience falling out of their seats! I would call it 'A Comedy of Airs'."
Xanthalos Sunday July 25th, 1999 9:28:14 PM
Xanth looks to the so called priest in disgust. The same way he looks at his robes. He quickly takes off his belt and saves his spell components and pouches from ruin. He then takes off his robes. Wearing only breeches and boots. Then turning back to the drunken priest who just made a pass at him, "YOu must have the wrong bar sir. I am not that way. If you are looking for some loving tonight, You won't find it here. Perhaps if you go down the street....." Xanth let's the conversation trail off as he goes to retrieve his Tunic from his room. He removes anything from the pockets of his robes and asks the bar maid if the Inn has any laundering services.
Sweetie Pie the Waitress Monday July 26th, 1999 2:46:32 AM
The harried waitress looks at Xantholos. "Oh, my. I really don't like these sorts of contests. Most people get sick, and the winners often turn green. Yes, sir, we can help you with that. I'll get Franklin to find the right person to help you. We keep several wardrobes full of clothing for our patrons to borrow or buy ... but Franklin can tell you how all that works. Just a sec." She goes off through a side door, and brings back a robe for Xanth to wear. "I just hollered to Franklin down the hall - Delgatha just arrived, and she'll take your, um, used clothes to be cleaned." She holds out the smooth & soft grey belted robe for Xantholos to take if he will.
Olana Monday July 26th, 1999 1:41:30 PM
The elf stands there, staring as various fluids are 'hurled' back and forth. As Xanth leaves to get changed she blinks a couple of times and then says "I think I need a flaming green gnomish." Rubbing her temples for a moment, she adds to Ingrge. "You know I don't know what came over me. I'm starting to behave like my cousins. Some of them are quite savage,one of them in particular. I think you'd like her too, although she's off adventuring with a band of hooligans somewhere." Finishing with a grin she then asks Sweetie Pie if she could have the aforementioned flaming green gnomish, or something with a similar kick. "Sorry about the ruckus," she whispers. "Grey elves are so lofty. Their behaviour tends to get under the skin of what they consider to be the lower races." Composure regained, she watches the contest.
Ingrge Monday July 26th, 1999 2:32:51 PM
"Ah well my friend Milo, We are a dangerous group to travel with as we have already earned the emnity of a powerful green dragon." "As for actually becoming part of our group, I can not just single handedly make that decision. That is a decision to be made by the group. However, I will put forth your name and poll the group as soon as this contest has come to its conclusion." ::To Olanna:: "Your cousin sounds like fun, perhaps some time we could meet." As for Xanthalos, Yes, I had forgotten how condescending and obnoxious gray elves can be. You can tell we have been on the road to long when we are suspicious of our own kind. But I don't care what he says, he was out of line towards you. I would have acted the same way were it K'narra or any other of our group that was insulted. ::To Shad:: Well done old friend, You seem to have out lasted half of their team. Though it now seems as though it is up to K'narra to defeat their best drinker."
Xanthalos Monday July 26th, 1999 4:50:08 PM
Xanth accepts the use of the grey robes until his can be cleaned. As he puts on the robes, Xanth overhears Ingrge speaking with Milo. "It wouldn't happen to be the same dragon you apparently stared down would it? I have heard tales of an ancient green forcing the elves out of the Emerald Forrest. Are these two dragons one in the same? If the rumors be true, then all elves should unite to put an end to his reign of terror. We can't have our breathren forced out of their homes like refugees" As Xanth says this, he positions himself far enough away as to not be confused with the 'barf bucket'.
Shadrach Monday July 26th, 1999 5:11:12 PM
The priest followed on the heels of the grey elf. "Wait, wait, wait, let me make this up to you! No, wait, you got me all wrong! I'm not like that! I mean, I love women! At least, I'd like to, but they don't seem to like me, and hey! You got the same problem, we should go get you some new clothes and go wenching together! Not here, though, this is a high-class joint, but somewhere where the women are friendly-if-you-know-what-I-mean. Probly won't find any elves there, but it's not like--" Shad rattled on, realized the elf was getting dressed in full view of the huge bar and stared, "Uh, hey, I thought we cleared that up, I'm not into that..."
Flueterflam Monday July 26th, 1999 5:13:30 PM
The bard wrinkled his nose. "K'Nara and the bruiser--COME ON, K'NARA! You're the last one!"
Milo Monday July 26th, 1999 8:16:58 PM
Speaking to Ingrge, "I'd really appreciate you speaking to the group on my behalf... as for danger, I'm not sure what is more dangerous, what potentially lies ahead, or what I'm trying to escape..." in lower tones "I think I'll save that story for another day..." speaking normally, "at any rate, I'd like to see a green dragon, as long as I can live to tell the tale. That would make quite a tale at that. Boy, what they would say back home, at the thought of 'ol Milo Thistledown nose to nose with a green wyrm... Oh dear, but I'm rambling."
Drinking Contest: The Finale Monday July 26th, 1999 11:31:23 PM
And so, it so comes down to this: The mighty barbarian Karchek vs. the hearty fighter K'nara. Karchek manages to take a single gulp from the third pitcher, and immediately empties his stomach, mostly on himself. Everyone turns to see how K'nara fares...
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