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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 6:30 pm
Choice: C (Ostrich)
Drunk Points: 1
Cuero yawned widely nearly unhinging his jaw as he walked to the stables. The distance between the inn and the village was...unclear at best, but it wouldn't do leave Betsy behind.
Climbing onto the oddly blue and green ostrich, the undead wizard rode out quickly and bouncy.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 7:55 pm
(Choice C: Red Rage Drake || Drunk Points: 2) In the morning, when all had risen, Spharon made his way out to the stables where his mouth had been (quite reluctantly, might he add) kept. On the far side, all the horses huddled, terrified of what slept in the last stall on the left. "A-Are you looking for a horse, sir?" The stable boy stammered, to which Spharon laughed heartily. Grinning with a maw of sharp teeth, he replied, "Dragons do not ride horse. Dragons EAT horse! Haha!" And with that he approached that last stall. Ruby red scales glistened in the morning light. Snoring peacefully, a well worn Rage Drake slept. With a sharp growl, the beast awoke, responding with a grumpy snarl until a large ruby was tossed its way. As the reptile munched on its treat, the dragonborn equipped his steed with her tack and saddle and made his way away from the tavern and towards the elf's village.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 8:36 pm
Drunk points: 4
I choose c: Warg
After the sun peaked over th land, Ywyn hurried to the stables after paying the barkeeper. In the farthest corner of the stable slept a large sable colored Warg.
"Come on Luna, up and ready. Time for another adventure on the windy road!"
The Warg got up sleepily while the saddle and tack was put on right. soon those two were out the door and on the road, to the astonishment of the innkeeper and his two wives.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 8:40 pm
Cade Tealeaf - Rogue (Currently 2 drunk points)
Choice C: Riding Dog, Muffin Top
Cade awoke the next morning feeling the warmth of the body next to him. A wet tongue licking his ear gently. He smiled, wondering what lucky lass had finally succumb to his manly charms the previous night. Cracking open an eye all the halfling saw was a pile of fur and not the kind he enjoyed seeing. Sadly no naked bar wench was at his side but his faithful steed and companion, Muffin Top. Muffin Top was a handsome Mastiff who loved belly scratches and playing "Fetch Cade's Pants". Cade enjoyed the loyalty of his steed as well as his many talents.
Muffin could fetch, he could fight, and he was cute enough to attract the ladies. But Cade remembered his promise to the elf so he pulled the saddle belt tight and mounted up. Away the two adventurers went, to glory and hopefully pretty girls!
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:02 pm
Day 2 - Choice B - Points 2
The next morning, the hulking hork (half high elf/orc, a word usually preceded by being spat on) named Lone reluctantly made her way out of the back of the inn and into the daylight. Bah, why should she have bothered with this bullshit? Having nothing but the stuff on her person, and maybe the stuff of a few other people as she left town, Lone headed in the basic direction the elf had blabbed on foot.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 10:04 pm
(Choice A) (2 d. points)
Whelp, he managed to understand SOME of what that drunk guy said. Village. Help. This-a-way. Okay. What the hell. Why not, right?
Shrugging his shoulders, the rogue pushed out of the tavern and whistled briefly. A huge black Arabian horse trotted over, tossing his mane. The rogue pulled himself over the creature and turned the horse in the direction of 'this way'.
Drinking and saving people. Totally a great combo.
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2014 11:29 pm
Choice A - go go pony! (2 points)
Elett shrugged, why not follow into the unknown. If there was no gold in it, at least she could get a good story. Following the drunk elf, Elett went out to mount her trusty stead, a light grey Shetland pony. It wasn't a very big horse, but it was still a horse and good enough for her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 12:26 am
Choice B: On foot
Still grumbling as they all prepared to set out, Vermithirod was glad he didn't have so much to carry on his person. He considered himself too old to do the vagabond thing, but maybe stretching his legs would do him some good since flying wasn't really an option in this situation. Unless, maybe, he found some flying mount, which would have been extremely odd.
There were a few problems with mounts, though. One was that he seemed to scare horses even in his human form since animals were a lot more astute when it came to sensing the presence of other creatures, especially magical beings. Another was that he wasn't sure he trusted any other beast to be able to bear the burden of his weight.
And finally, sure, humans and other smaller mortals may have believed that riding another animal made them appear superior, but when you were a dragon, even a disguised one, where was the dignity in that? It would have been like an adult riding a toy wagon.
Trusting his own legs and his instincts better than some other beast's, one that could turn on him or throw him off or panic and rear at a moment's notice, Vermithirod chose to go without a mount. He could keep up just fine on foot, thank you very much, even if he did have to use a cane.
1. Choice B: Wizard (1 point)
= 1 Drunk Points
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 9:36 am
Points: 2
Choice: B - On Foot
Oh, boy. Goliath should have known better than to start his evening off with a beer... He'd accepted the quest to help Flagon, but now it was morning and the group was heading out. Some rode horses or other mounts, and some traveled on foot. The hound archon laughed merrily, thankful for his ability to transform into a canine form. "I'll be running there myself." He shifted into a red dog shape, the size of a doberman, before he ran off in the direction of the rest of the party, a spring in his step from the two drinks from last night.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 10:36 am
Drunk Points: 2
Class: Rogue
Mount: Warg
C. Horses are for plebs. Your mount is a warg.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 11:18 am
Day 2: Time to travel: B. On foot
ButchBear woke up with a massive headache the next morning. She blinked a few times and stretched her beat up body, rolling a few times in bed before slinging her legs over the wooden frame. Shouts and all types of animal noises was heard outside her window. "What in the frick is going on?" Butch got up, never even changed to sleep in cleaner clothing last night, and walked out of the rental room.
Once outside, she saw all kinds of things happening. Lanky elves, hairy men, cloaked rogues, little ladies. They all had their own method of transportation ready. Cows, dogs, wolves, horses, you name it it was all there.
Where is the elf man.. woman? She wondered while scratching her head. Heck she already forgot.
Butch felt the need to walk it off though. Too much booze left in her body will only make her aim less accurate later on. She touched the ground, fresh trail marks. Without much thought given, she swung the axe over her shoulder holding it with one strong grasp and walked on the same path with the other players. Her heavy footsteps left very visible tracks as she marched forward.
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Day 1: 2 drunk points slapped on
Day 2: ? drunk points slapped on
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 12:13 pm
B. On foot
He roused from a shallow sleep, vision slightly clouded but the blurriness was soon blinked away. The dull thump of his head came and went. Reiphis took to the journey on foot, his racial gift (almost the sole reason for his existence as an elf) allowing him to swiftly cross difficult terrain and sweep past easy terrain because ideally, that's how racial gifts would've worked. The cloak stayed impressively wrapped about him despite his elven speed.
Points: 2
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 12:15 pm
B. On foot
Tiore kept pace behind his companion, tetchily ruminating on how the Army, last time he asked, professed a lack of budget for horses.
Day 1: 1pt [B. Wizard]
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 12:26 pm
[Day 2 - Choice C ] [Drunk Points: 4 ] His head hurt so bad he thought he might throw up, but Punk kept going. It was like rolling out of bed and falling on a sticky floor covered in people. Oh wait, that happened. His bed had been a table. Memories of the late night agreements shuffled back. Sighing, he went outside to where his majestic steed was waiting. It as A massive smelly goat. Only the most hardcore of steeds for this fellow. Nodding, he mounted the smell goat, who he dubbed Stinkbutt. "Go on Stinkbutt and I will start writing a ballad of our endeavors."
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Scaramouche Fandango Crew
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 4:19 pm
Day 3
If you chose A... 2 points- because you were on horseback, you were able to leave a little later and stayed at the pub until noon drinking beer for breakfast.
If you chose B... 0 points- you spent the day walking, which is healthy! Good for you!
If you chose C... 1 points- you left on time, but when you stopped at an inn down the road for lunch, somebody saw your fancy mount and stole it. Now everybody is laughing at you, so you drink a little to forget your sorrows. If the opportunity comes for you to choose between riding and walking again, you must choose walking.
You arrive at the elf village just before sunset. It's located deep in the forest, just where Flagón said it would be.
"Halt!" comes a cry. You turn around to see a line of archers all aiming at you, led by an elf woman in leather pants. "I am Châlice, the leader of this village. What are you doing here, interlopers?"
"We're here to save your village!" you shout heroically.
The elf looks confused, her brows knit as she quietly repeats what you said. "Save.. my..." she whispers, then puts her bow down. "Gods damn it," she snarls as something seems to dawn her. "Did Flagón put you up to this?"
How do you respond?
A. No point in lying to her. "Yes, he did. Is there a problem?"
B. Play dumb. "No, no he didn't."
C. Look around, notice the fine elfin jewelry, and decide that you are what this village needs saving from. "Did I say save? I meant raze!"
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