Rafia: Blackwind Mountains and Necropia

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: planar mage.. planar mage... mourg? or is that vall? or... my brain hurts...

 

[Dragonson]

The Barkeeper served a blood-red drink that was bubling ominously.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"A Skurd please, my good man" Lucien said cheerfully, before turning back to Zarator.
"Oh really? Like Taiion, I'm assuming that's what he does, being so... creepy and all".

 

[erdniz]

"thank you." Zarator said, taking a sip of his drink, ignoring its nasty substance.

 

[erdniz]

OOC: sorry i got ninjad by you

IC: "yea, like Taiion, but i think he got much more experience than me, all I've done is sorting old dry books for a lot of years." Zarator said wile taking a new sup of the drink.

 

[Dragonson]

Lucien received a pitch-black fluid in a fine glass.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion stood and walked over. his dark hood obscuring his face, his red glowing eyes staring down at zarator.

"Creepy you say?" he said in his dark, shadowy voice.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Lucien said that you were creepy. Not Zarator.

 

[erdniz]

OOC: hohohohoho

 

[grygon]

OOC: looks like you have identity problems

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien sipped the liquid, it was bitter, but he rather liked it. "Uh.. that would be me Taiion?" Lucien spoke up, staring at the side of his head.

 

[Dragonson]

DM: Endureance Check: Roll (1d6): 4.
Lucien felt slightly light headed from the Skurd.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Woah, that's some strong stuff... what's in it? No wait... don't tell me. Really don't. Anyway... Taiion? I called you creepy...?" Lucien reminded him.

 

[erdniz]

Zarator turned to Taiion and Lucien. "Lets not begin to argument, we got enough problems already."

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: got the mane wrong, not the person. assume i said otherwise.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Oh were not arguing, don't worry, I think Taiion was about to explain something..." Lucien said, deadly serious.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion luaghed and sat down between them, looking at the bartender. "I'll take the strongest think you can give a man." he said

Taiion knew no alcohol could fell him, for he was completely unnaffected by the like.

 

[erdniz]

"Good to hear." Zarator said taking another sip of his drink.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Another Skurd please..." Lucien nodded, indicating his now empty glass, before turning to face Taiion expectantly.

 

[Dragonson]

The Barkeeper served Taiion a tiny mug with a glowing white substance in it.

DM: Endureance Check: Roll (1d6 -30 for Drinking Skurd): 3. (-27).
Before Lucien could order the next drink he collapsed on the bar table.

 

[erdniz]

Zarator stood up, rushing to Lucien's aid. "I think you got a bit to much." he said wile trying to support him.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion drank deeply, but before he did, he gave lucien a jolt to drive the effects of alcohol from him...

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: I'm not very hood with keeping my chars concious does Taiion's jolt work?

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Let's see...

DM: Wake-Up Check: Roll (1d6 -30 for Drinking Skurd): 5. (-25).
Lucien fell asleep.

OOC: Skurd is nasty stuff.
You'dve failed on anything else than a crit.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien, slept, unashamed. Head down on the tavern table, to his credit he didn't snore.

OOC: think he'll remember that for next time

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Serious Kudos for those who can track down where Skurd's from, and even Seriouser Kudos for those who know it without tracking.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: what about mah jolt?

Taiion finished his drink, and then asked again.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: It was what allowed him to make that check.

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: oh rofl

"Another one. and then some skurd."

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Scout check. JK on the bombs.

IC: He looks at the area around the keep. What to find.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Skurds come from the Orcish Race? Ogres?

Niahcluc entered the tavern and walked up to the barkeeper.
''One Skurg, please..'' he mumbled.

 

[erdniz]

Zarator that was worn out after the battle and fell asleep on the bar desk, snoring loudly.

 

[erdniz]

OOC: I feel that I'm a break for the RPing, am I?

 

[Grey Nightmare]

OOC: Just waiting for some time updates here

EDIT: Or events, that might wake him up.

EDIT 2 @ Dragonson (below): I understand, that's why I haven't done anything, most will still have plans for the day.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
If you guys wanna' skip to morning, do tell.
I just don't wanna skip anybody's RP.

 

[erdniz]

OOC: I'm sleeping so its okay for me.
In Norway skurd is carvings in tree, bone or horn but its nothing to drink so its probably net that :S

 

[The World Is Flat]

OOC: skipeh to the mornin'

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Okay, time skip it is then!
Also Fuss: I first noticed your post now.
Sorry.
Let's just say the same thing happened to you that happened to Gray?

DM: Game Time: Morning.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Once again, Mourg got up out of bed. He was starting to feel a bit worthless; the only thing of note he had done after arriving at Benrok was shut down the tunnel underneath the city. Perhaps he would go explore some of the territory around the fort.
Mourg ate a quick breakfast and then went outside once again. With his dragon in tow, he went to the notice board to examine the map posted there. There was plenty of unexplored territory to be seen, so Mourg headed off out of the fort, ready to explore.

OOC:
I'm going to the location south of Benrok.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion had ever left his position at the bar, well into his 42nd drink, and surrounded by druned patrons egging him on.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien groaned, lifting his head from the tavern table, the world began to spin.
He got up clumsily and stumbled through the tavern, tripping over the odd chair and bumping into several rather angry patrons. Seconds after he had closed the door behind him, the tell-tale sounds of his body expelling the 'poison' began.

 

[grygon]

OOC: Sorry I wasn't on, I had to go somewhere where there wasn't internet. Lets just say I went upstairs to my room last night, K?

Raylik walked sleepily down from his room and saw some sort of commotion around Taiion, which reminded him that he wanted to ask Taiion something. He walked up to Taiion, slightly brushing a few people aside, and asked "Taiion, I almost forgot with all the excitement about the boneworm, what happened to the soulgem?

 

[Fussiler1]

Niahcluc finally stumbled outside the tavern, drunk.
As he entered the barracks, he layed on his bed and closed his eyes.
''Could use some sleep...'' he mumbled.

 

[Dragonson]

As Mourg left Brenrok, his warped hand started itching.
He had a feeling that he was supposed to be somewhere in the fort...

 

[Crazy Cow]

Mourg stopped, getting the felling that Benrok was where he needed to be. With a sigh, he turned around and started back towards the fort.

 

[The World Is Flat]

Taiion sighed. and looekd around the tavern thinking. "i need to talk to mourg..." he thought to himself.... and decied to wait. EVERYONE cane to the tavern eventually...

"soulgem?" he asked, forgetting.

 

[grygon]

"That blue gem that I found and brought to you" Explained Raylik

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Lucien walked back into the tavern pasty-faced, but otherwise fine. He looked surprisingly smart after sleeping at the table all night and was now walking with his steady gait once again. "Some breakfast please, barkeeper, your special would be lovely" Lucien asked politely, handing him some coins.

 

[Dragonson]

"I'm not really sure if you want my special for today, Sir Lucien..."
The Barkeeper said. Abit unsure apparently.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

"Oh... as long as it's not Skurd, I'll be fine" Lucien winked, confident.