Game Thread Act 1: Subplot: Shopping - Page 8

Stozzy · #**106** 05-25-2011, 01:32 AM

OOCRolled a series of Dip checks just in case. Assuming there's a table of them, wasn't sure if you wanted 1 for the group, or a per head basis. Knowledge check in case talk of a related field stirs up or i notice religious symbols, phrasing, etc. Sense motive to feel out their mannerism and mind set towards me. Spot to take a closer look now that I'm near them for any significant symbols, most of note an holy symbols of something dealing with previous corresponding religion check.

I pull the seat under me and get comfortable, loosening some of the straps on my armor. "It's a welcome word to hear of others battling these beasts. Between them and the afflicted running loose it's a wonder a small armor hasn't been formed." I stop mid thought there. 'Come to think of it...' I look around the table at the men's armor. Obviously these men have seen their share of battles... "But I guess an army isn't weighed in it's numbers but the worthiness of it's warriors." I speak calmly, but stern in delivery. "Before we begin comparing scars, I would have names. I am Raphael Shelton, a beacon of Pelor's grace." I nod and lightly extend my left arm across my chest as i add a slight bow in respect. "So who among you has seen the large orc with the axe?" I hesitate only a moment before my eyes dart around for Atma or Ogden in an effort to refill my cup.

Evil Pie · #**107** 05-25-2011, 11:19 PM

Martigan hears the name Raphael and he twitches. He is still here?! Great now I can get my cut of the loot. its already been a day and he should have given the others their cut already I'll be damned if I let another day go by.

Magnai · #**108** 05-26-2011, 12:32 AM

MartiganLillith shakes her head a little, pauses a little. She suddenly seems that she has an idea. She leans forward quickly and grabs a huge flagon of ale. She puts it in front of you and points at it. She says, very shortly and sternly. Drink.

You sense that she's challenging you and/or that she's tired of your antics and wants to get onto the reason why she's here in the first place.

The others watch silently, hoping and praying that you'll make the right decision.

RaphThe dwarves look to each other, seeing to be communicating in some way. The one next to you, who offered you the seat, says My my Raphael. You've got some words on you. The others giggle. He continues, Well, we've seen a lot of big orcs with big axes. It's sorta their thing. You know, compensating for their lack of intelligence and battle prowess by increasing the size of their weapons.

One of the dwarves across the table speaks up, Us dwarves have more than a thing or two up our sleeves. Technology and cunning is what makes a battle. Those axes have nothing on our armour. We can just stand there in front of the orcs while crossbow bolts peck out their enraged eyes. The third one adds, They never have a chance. They all nod and agree.

One of them places a hand on the table, creating a big thwump. So, if you'd like to know a name, you've got to do something for us. He waves to Atma, who looks towards him. He holds up three stubby fingers, then points to all of you individually.

Atma nods. You sense this has happened before.

The dwarf adds, Okay. We've got three flagons a piece. First one to finish all three then stand on their chair with their hands in the air gets props. He points to Raph. If you beat one of us, then you get to know the name of the one you beat. The others seem to protest. He adds, It's only fair with a shrug.

Mechanics of CompetitionThis is going to be a multiround skill challenge. Each post is one drink.
For each drink:
1. DC 20 Fort Save to drink it down
2. Make a Perform Check (vs their perform check)
3. If you fail the Fort Save, make either a
3a. Bluff vs Sense Motive check
3b. Concentration DC 20 + Heal DC 18
3c. Swim check DC 15
If you fail in this check, you have to try again only the DC Fort decreases by the amount you failed by (the amount left in the drink).

For each subsequent drink: Every set DC increases by 2.

To succeed, you have to make a Balance Check DC 17 + How many attempts it took you to drink all 3. Then make an opposed Perform check in case of a tie.

Evil Pie · #**109** 05-26-2011, 12:42 AM

Martigan reaches for the mug and grasps it. I have already drunk deeply of your eyes.... but if you insist. He begins downing the liquid wondering what will be next.

Insacrum · #**110** 05-26-2011, 09:53 AM

Ur thanks Atma when she returns with the meat and water for Ubu. Ubu’s eyes stare at the food, then shift to Ur. ”Eat.” The dog instantly begins to harass the meat on the bone, not stopping until he is down to just chewing on the bone at the center. Every once in a while he’ll drink a little of the water in the bowl, but the majority of its time is spent worrying the meat and the leftover bone.

Ur turns to Largo, ”So has anyone ever thought to hunt down these ‘Afflicted’ during the day, when they seem to avoid the town?”

Magnai · #**111** 05-26-2011, 03:01 PM

UrLargo nods and takes a nice little swig. Why certainly. That's what you found us doing. He clears his throat, seeming to be advertising or boasting. We specialize in going out and clearing the surrounding area of the roaming afflicted. We're not stupid enough to do it at night, so we go about and get 'er done during the day. Some of them can be mighty heafty, so we've got good times ahead.

He points to you, Provided you prove that you can pull your weight, then you'd be more than welcome to join us when you desire. He nods, gesturing over to Martigan. He's done the same. Rumour has it that he's with a larger group of people that are out to rid the town of the afflicted forever.

Largo shrugs, Well, I'm not too sure if that's possible. It'd put us out of business, but either way, to each his own.

MartiganEveryone cheers as you lift up the drink and put it down. In response to your comment, Lillith sighs and bangs her head on the table, seemingly in exasperation.

Gelour takes it upon herself to grab another one of the mugs and slide it in front of you. She says sternly, Again.

OOCDC10 Fort Check to chug

Evil Pie · #**112** 05-26-2011, 04:18 PM

Martigan takes the other cup and smiles to the others as Lilith's head meets the table. I'm wearing her down. he then down the drink and licks his lips. Why Gelour, are you trying to get me drunk? all I can say is.... be gentle

rolls

Evil Pie · #**113** 05-27-2011, 01:37 PM

As martigan places the empty mug on the table me looks to both of the elves as the alcohol slowly creeps into him.
I'll be up front and honest with you both. you 2 are the most beautiful creatures I have laid my eyes on. If only I was raised in the art of flattery and wooing beautiful ladies as your self I might have a chance, but, combat is all I know.
He pushes the mug away as he tries to continue to speak with a clear head. you'll find out what I am doing regardless of weather I tell you or not... Lilith.....
I'll be parting ways with you, my brothers.... and sisters in arms. I have a bit of work to do and it might take most of the day to complete. I was called by name and don't know too much of the details.
He does a gentle drum roll on the wooden table before looking at the others.

Stozzy · #**114** 05-28-2011, 10:03 AM

I look around the table at the men. "Looks like I don't need to wait on gettin this cup filled, then!" Enthusiastically, I slam my empty mug to the table and swoop up one of the mugs. I hoist it in the air and boldly yell "To Tristram!" I tap the mug to the table and in a quick motion take the ale to my lips. I begin inhaling the ale as quick as I can, catching a a small air pocket. I throw a hand up as i tilt the class as far back as I can take it. I wince a bit in my right eye, but recover the moment with a larger following gulp that clears the remainder, balancing the cup free handed for a moment and clapping once in triumph. I take a deep breath before popping the mug down with enough force for attention. "Now then..." I eye about the table. "Who's name does that net me?" Without hesitation I grab the next cup in preparation.

Magnai · #**115** 05-28-2011, 01:13 PM

RaphThe dwarves all raise their mugs in unison. The two on the edges have no problem and just down the mug faster than you could think is possible. The one in the middle makes a strange face then attempts to push the ale down his throat, but he fails to overcome his body's desperate need to breathe. It dribbles down his dwarven beard.

He looks quite embarassed but is ready to try again.

The one across from you, who finished first, says quickly, Less talking, more drinking As they grab the next mug and begin.

OOCThe middle one failed with a 12, giving him a DC8 next turn.

MartiganThe others celebrate as Martigan goes on to talk about other things. There's a palpable tension that has been lifted from the entire encounter.

Bill, who looks quite distinguished still, holds out a slightly smaller mug towards Martigan and declares, Why of course. We're just your companions when you desire it. You have your business, we have ours. Enjoy your time. If you need help or merriment, we're here for you. The others cheer uproariously, except for Largo and Ur, who are talking quite seriously to the side.

Evil Pie · #**116** 05-28-2011, 09:38 PM

Martigan Takes the smaller mug and sniffs it wondering if it was a hardier spirit. maybe fermented rice as he has heard in stories.
He downs the liquid and muffles a small burp.
He smiles and hangs his head at how these adventurers.... nay, comrades in arms treat one another. He contemplates his actions this day and rightly Slugs himself in the face leaving a nice red mark that would surely turn into a bruise in the next few hours.

Rubbing his face slowly he speaks. I am sorry for any animosity I have put forth including the 2 lovely ladies that I have rudely come between.
I can only humbly ask for your forgiveness and although I could not find the necklaces to house the pearls, let it be knows that they pail in comparison to you both.
Martigan pulls out the 2 golden pearls and hands 1 to both Gelour and Lilith.

He turns to Bill and smiles to him. I think of all of you not as companions, but something much more. he muffles another burp turning his head away from the others.
I am not a heavy drinker so I think I shall quit while my mind is still intact and I cause no further scenes. I have a big day tomorrow and I must see a man about some money issues. I bid you all a good night.

He heads in Raph direction unless the other have any comments for him before he leaves.

Stozzy · #**117** 05-29-2011, 06:39 PM

Seeing the other down their ales so quickly inspire my fist to quickly grab another mug. I raise it high to the dwarves, tap it to the table, and throw the mug and my head back in unison. 'Uh oh...' I feel a small burp swell in my belly. I cringe a nostril and manage to sneak an air path in to get the ale down first. As the mug comes down, the belch comes out with a roar equivalent to a sleeping lion. Before the mug hits the table I flip it about between my hands before tossing it slightly, landing upside down next to my other mug. "There's a purpose to drinking, men... What say we get there sooner." I grab up another cup, keeping it at the ready. I smile at the men waiting joyfully for the next drink.

Magnai · #**118** 05-29-2011, 07:39 PM

OOCInsacrum is looking poofy.

If Martigan speaks to Raph or takes his attention, the DC for the concentration check goes up 2 for a mild distraction and 5 for a bigger distraction.

RaphThe dwarves drink up, seeming to look quite hardy. The third one drinks down his drink without a problem. The second one, who failed last time, drinks it down as well, but he's got an easier job because he just finished his first one.

The first one, next to you, however, chokes up slightly and breathes through his nose, only to spill some on himself. Before much goes down his beard and onto his pants, he slams it on the table. The third one, who's winning currently, points to him. Good man. Now finish it!

The second one, who just finished this first drink, points to you, You've got some will power on your bones there. They all grab their next mug and lean their heads back, hoping to succeed so that they don't get beaten by a measley human.

MartiganThe girls take your gift and shrug. Thanks, oh strange one.

Bill and the others say goodbye and farewell. Bill looks towards the others with a look that clearly says, Did that just happen? Is he really that strange? It's like he's trying to do and say all of the wrong things. He shrugs and says, Affectionate one that is. The others giggle and continue in their drinking and merriment.

Martigan sees that Raph is in the midst of a drinking competition with the dwarves. Their mouthes are all on mugs and it seems like Raph and the dwarf next to him are on their last mug. The other two dwarves have seemed to fall behind.

Evil Pie · #**119** 05-29-2011, 09:42 PM

Martigan stands behind Raph waiting for their little competition to be over.
He pulls out an arrow and begins using it to clean the grit from under his fingernails while waiting.

Insacrum · #**120** 05-30-2011, 07:58 PM

Ur looks around at Martigan and the others in the tavern while taking another strong pull of this drink, trying to figure out who are Martigan's companions, if not the ones he found him with earlier. "So if these eliminating these afflicted are your business, wouldn't it be prudent of you to find the source of them. Or are you more interested in keeping your business venture going? It would almost sound like you don't want this issue of afflicted to end." Ur hopes that his ramblings don't offend his drinking companion.

He does want to know what his reaction is, but before Largo has time to process Ur's question, Ur takes out the ring he's been showing around so much, "Out of curiosity, have you ever seen this symbol before, perhaps on someone in this town, or even on one of the afflicted"