"Worry not lad, i'll put up a little umbrella in it if that fits yer girly fashion better" the Barkeep says laughing as he begins to pour three scoops of the powder into a large tankard, he then fills the tankard three fourths with the juice of the Jar, he finishes off by getting a little pellet from a jar behind the counter which turns the drink from a Rust Red into a soft pink, he topples it all by getting a little umbrella decoration "There ya go Princess this be having you up and ready in no time, just mind you face the window if ye dont feel like holding it down" he says as he goes out of the bark and moves towards the table he signaled, placing the drink in the table and then returning to the bar, a few patrons can be seen staring intently as if awaiting quite a show to take place
OOC: Anyone want to do a Nature check to see if they can find out what the hell he just added?
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Congrats you just realized the indescribable thing be a troll nut, only kept from regenerating due to the acidic fermentation of the egg and the pickles
No clue on what the pellet is you did not roll high enough and your perception is shot from the drink so that increases the DC on you sorry.. but hey aren't you glad you found out the last ingredient of the Jar?
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As Tyr takes the drink he can't help but tasting it, and to his surprise its quite fruity, not quite as bad as he thought it would be, he is about to put the glass down when his eyes roll in on themselves and he slams against the table violently, the tankard falling from his grasp, he lays still for a few heartbeats as if dead.
"Don't worry that's normal knocks them down for a few seconds and then the fun begins" the Barkeep calls back from the bar resting his head on a propped hand in the bar.
Tyr begins to shake and shiver, his skin begins to break in a sweat and he suddenly jumps up screaming "Baby Howler Monkeys!!!!!" at which point he falls on his chair, everything seeming clear as day... the sensation lasts a moment, long enough for him to realized he had just drank fermented Troll Nut, a memory which makes his stomach feel like its being tenderized by two morningstars from the inside.
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Tyr leaned out the window, and expelled the drink. And then his lunch. And his breakfast. And what felt like his entire menu for the month. Gasping, he sat back into the chair. "Handkerchief...?"
Alkalia hands Tyr a handkerchief that has the symbol of Pelor on it and says "You can keep that, I have five more where that came from and can get more."
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The Inn all cheers and laughs at the show a few even yelling "Again!" to Tyr with a voice full of delight.
After a few minutes of laughter the Inn goes back to normal.
OOC: Waiting on Pseudo and Halinn... i feel like im missing someone else :p.... then i can show of a cheeky little character DC will hate, Giga will love and I will laugh a lot with.
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That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange eons even death may die.
Sabic walks over to join his comrades and takes a seat, half entertained by the fiasco that just transpired. The other half is his usual temperment, mute and at the ready, and after the what's happened in the last few minutes figures that's a good mindset to be in.
When you roll a dice you code it like this [*dice=x]y+z[/dice] x is the number of dices you are rolling y is the type of dice and z is any modifier so lets say you want to roll 1d6 with a +1 modifier you type it as [*dice=1]6+1[/dice] (withouth the *) and get:
Dice Roller1 D6 rolled with a +1 modifier
3 + 1
As the group sits down and waits/looks around the Inn goes back to normal, more patrons arrive and a few conversations start nearby, the Barkeep can be heard calling out a wench "Alice take the spiced jerky to Rogue table!".
A few minutes later a serving wench of ample bossom deposits a tray on the table and turns back around "Honestly its Rouge... i think he says it wrong on purpose" she mumbles to herself as she walks back to get her other trays
OOC: Any of you have a passive perception 16 or higher? otherwise you did not catch all the mumbling, just that she mumbled
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Sabic strains to decipher the wench's mumblings but can't discern the words. Irritated, he splinters off a piece of the table and begins to clean the wax out of his ears.
OOC: Waiting on the others, if by tomorrow there's no post i will mod Landil into the table and just have Halinn and whoever is missing (I am sure im missing someone but i can't quite place who.... i am going to recheck the sheets :p) once they post.
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OOC: Yes I am aware of the distinction, I just Lump them together in one single category for the sake of reference since Celtic Faerie and Norse Elves are pretty much the basis for D&D Elves (and themselves very akin to the other)... besides you know yer nitpicking
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OOC: I am prone to nitpick when it comes to celtic folklore, afterall I was for a very long time a Celtic Reconstructionist (meaning I attempted to practiced a reconstruction of ancient Celtic culture and religion redesigned for the modern world). But lets move this discussion to PM if you want to continue talking about it, okay?
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OOC: Anyone want to do a Nature check to see if they can find out what the hell he just added?
"Hunh?"
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No clue on what the pellet is you did not roll high enough and your perception is shot from the drink so that increases the DC on you sorry.. but hey aren't you glad you found out the last ingredient of the Jar?
Tyr took a deep breath, and slammed the drink, trying to keep as much of it away from his tongue as possible.
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"Don't worry that's normal knocks them down for a few seconds and then the fun begins" the Barkeep calls back from the bar resting his head on a propped hand in the bar.
Tyr begins to shake and shiver, his skin begins to break in a sweat and he suddenly jumps up screaming "Baby Howler Monkeys!!!!!" at which point he falls on his chair, everything seeming clear as day... the sensation lasts a moment, long enough for him to realized he had just drank fermented Troll Nut, a memory which makes his stomach feel like its being tenderized by two morningstars from the inside.
OOC: Feel free to add to the RP just gave the basic reaction you can add as you see fit... feel free to rush to the window and retch
Tyr leaned out the window, and expelled the drink. And then his lunch. And his breakfast. And what felt like his entire menu for the month. Gasping, he sat back into the chair. "Handkerchief...?"
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After a few minutes of laughter the Inn goes back to normal.
OOC: Waiting on Pseudo and Halinn... i feel like im missing someone else :p.... then i can show of a cheeky little character DC will hate, Giga will love and I will laugh a lot with.
Lucid, once more, Tyr cleaned up, and took out a lyre, and began strumming a tune absently, while looking for this "red table."
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IC: Alkalia sits down at the table and looks over to Shilana motioning for her to come join them when she is able to.
Sabic walks over to join his comrades and takes a seat, half entertained by the fiasco that just transpired. The other half is his usual temperment, mute and at the ready, and after the what's happened in the last few minutes figures that's a good mindset to be in.
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As the group sits down and waits/looks around the Inn goes back to normal, more patrons arrive and a few conversations start nearby, the Barkeep can be heard calling out a wench "Alice take the spiced jerky to Rogue table!".
A few minutes later a serving wench of ample bossom deposits a tray on the table and turns back around "Honestly its Rouge... i think he says it wrong on purpose" she mumbles to herself as she walks back to get her other trays
OOC: Any of you have a passive perception 16 or higher? otherwise you did not catch all the mumbling, just that she mumbled
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Sabic strains to decipher the wench's mumblings but can't discern the words. Irritated, he splinters off a piece of the table and begins to clean the wax out of his ears.
How you should approach every game of Magic.
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EDIT OOC2: also I am using this song as Alkalia's theme