Hello All, Welcome to the Campaign

DarkPrince398 wrote:goes to the dwarf. " I noticed your ale is almost gone, it looks like you might need another one."

"Nah, I don't exactly need help from the taller..." He said with a small laugh. He quickly eyed the elf and motioned for him to come to him.

Hector wrote:"hmm, what would that be sir?" asking the dwarf confusingly.

"Oh, you'll see" he said with a smirk

" What all do you know?" the big fighter asks the dwarf kind of curious.

"ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DRINK THESE TWO DRINKS!! THATS 200 GOLD!"

DMrob wrote:"ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS DRINK THESE TWO DRINKS!! THATS 200 GOLD!"

"That's it?" the dwarf looked up from his papers with a slight grin.

I, the big guy raises his hand and replies with a loud bellow. " I'll take those two Drinks!"

looking confused i walk over to the halfling and start a conversation.

"hello again"

Noticing both the dwarfs motion to join him and his acceptance of the two drinks, I slowly stand up and idle my way over to him.

"You know master dwarf, too many of those and you might just lose more than your dignity"

verdadash still glances at the other drunken fools as he downs another ale.

nitronymph carried out 1 launched of one (1d20.) :

13

" You would be surprised at what a dwarf can do" the big fighter chuckeles

(careful nikki... that was dangerously close to 12...)
In a low mumble the dwarf says "Can ye scream loudly? As soon as we are done watching this charade, I may need your help with something" He looks back and forth to see if anyone is listening, thankfully no one is.

to the holy character "hi" [dude i suck at this]

noticing the conversation with the dwarf, tall man, and the elf, walks over.

"I back up the fighters statement, go for it master dwarf."

Nothing a dwarf does surprises me unless it's an act of selflessness or intelligence my dear friend

"now all you have to do is"
"drink these"
"and see if you last"

(john roll a 20 sided.. when your posting lick the button that looks like a square with 6 red dots on it.. then click the 20.. do that twice)

"'M afraid I wont be taking up the offer... I have more important matters that have come up than pissing my day away on common ales." He dismissed the Giant and the holy man.

I, the fighter tries to think os something to say. but, he is speechless

(sky, my fort. save is +5..)

"You surprise me master dwarf... Perhaps you are indeed a credit to your race..."

takes the ale

DarkPrince398 carried out 1 launched of one (1d20.) :

3

DarkPrince398 carried out 1 launched of one (1d20.) :

17

(rolls the dice)

being shooed away from the dwarf i go and sit at an empty table and wait.

" You should really stop being so friendly." looks at the holy man as he chugs down ale

"he uh.... he doens't look so good..." the dwarf mumbles to himself

*looks towards the fighter*

i know but i cant help it, its what i do, or, how you say..in my nature?

" well maybe you can tell me what this is then." The fighter tosses a thick leather book to the holy man. " It seems to be written in a different tongue."