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<blockquote data-quote="Nthal" data-source="post: 7818850" data-attributes="member: 6971069"><p style="text-align: center"><strong>Drinking with Giants - 09/27/2019</strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em>If there is one thing about Sigil is that everyone drinks. Ale is safer than the water in the Ditch, or anywhere else. In fact, water from Oceanus costs twenty times the cost of a good ale, and a hundred times the cheapest bub.</em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em>So, a good chunk of the populace is already drinking or drunk, or figuring out how to get started drinking and get drunk. From Celestial to Fiend, from rich to poor. Drinking was the great equalizer in Sigil.</em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em></em></p> <p style="text-align: center"><em>It also means that the Barkeeps were the true kings and king makers of the city. For without all the drinking, how would anyone stand each other an make the deals they do?</em></p><p></p><p>“So how much was it?” Daneath grunted as he loaded the barrel on the cart.</p><p></p><p>“Enough. The bar didn’t exactly want to sell it either,” Iesa commented.</p><p></p><p>“What changed his mind?” Beepu asked.</p><p></p><p>“I told him that we were going to give it to some goliaths. Once I said that, he was quick to sell,” Iesa replied.</p><p></p><p>“Are their drinking habits that bad?” I asked, wondering if we made the right decision of a gift.</p><p></p><p>“Drinking no, not really. But it does…inspire them to contests of strength. The damage starts from there.”</p><p></p><p>“What kind of contests are we talking about? Brawling?”</p><p></p><p>“Could be anything Myr,” Daneath answered after finishing securing the barrel on the cart. “I’ve only heard stories, but whatever strikes their fancy.”</p><p></p><p>“This is foolish,” Beepu said with disgust. “Alcohol just dulls the mind! How are we going to get answers about the firbolg?”</p><p></p><p>“Beepu,” I said resigned, “It’s called being social. They like to drink, so bringing some as a gift will help us make friends.”</p><p></p><p>“Could not a bottle do as well? The coin I gave Iesa was considerable!”</p><p></p><p>“Wait…what?” Daneath said his head snapping to look at his brother.</p><p></p><p>I rolled my eyes and looked at Iesa, “You told me that you couldn’t get jink from the others.”</p><p></p><p>“Well…more like, enough coin. I do have some left over!” Iesa spreading his hands. Mo abandoned his shoulder to hide in the cart as the three of us surrounded Daneath.</p><p></p><p>“Some.” I said dryly. “Exactly how much is left over?”</p><p></p><p>“About eighteen silver?” Iesa said almost guiltily. Almost.</p><p></p><p>“Each?” Beepu demanded.</p><p></p><p>“Er no. Total.”</p><p></p><p>I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. I then turned around and simply said. “Let’s go.”</p><p></p><p>“Aren’t you interest in—“ Daneath started.</p><p></p><p>“No. I am interested in cracking open that barrel, so I cure my sudden pounding headache,” I said rubbing my temples. “And the sooner that cart makes it to the camp…”</p><p></p><p>“Point taken,” Daneath said as he gave a pair of coins, to the drover in the cart. The man nodded and flicked the reins, encouraging the donkey to move and haul its load. </p><p></p><p>“This better be worth it Iesa.” Beepu muttered, as Foggle took to the air.</p><p></p><p>I followed along shaking my head.</p><p></p><p><em>So…what did you want me to do?</em></p><p></p><p>I paused a moment before replying to Gossamer,</p><p></p><p><em>--Well, either stick close to me or stay out of sight.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Noted; I’ll stay out of sight. As long as I don’t become an object in their contests, I’ll be satisfied.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>--You and me both.</em></p><p></p><p>The camp wasn’t far down the road, and while we could see the fires flickering the darkness, it was the sounds that stood out.</p><p></p><p>Drums. Lots of drums. Small ones, large ones. Slow thumping, deep sounds reverberating in my bones as we walked closer. The tones of smaller ones, that caused my heart to stir its own pace to match. It was that primal feeling I felt once before in Flint Rock. But these beats were in the hear and now, not the distant past. It was the passion of life expressed in the purest way.</p><p></p><p>Then, as we neared the thundering sounds of drumming, I could hear voices. Laughter, cheers, shouts of joy; the sound of comradery. Daneath and Iesa were in the lead, with the cart. Beepu had seated himself in the back of the cart, glowering. I followed, walking behind them all. Unsure on what to expect.</p><p></p><p>The cart stopped and I saw large figures approach Daneath who started to shout to them, over the drumming. The pair towered over Daneath, and I could see the patterns light and dark on their skin in the firelight. I couldn’t hear what Daneath said to them, but the sudden grins and clapping him on the back told me that we were clearly welcome. One of the pair moved to the side of the cart, and easily lifted out the barrel that Daneath struggled with earlier.</p><p></p><p>I never considered myself small, and the fact that most men stood a head or so taller than I was just a norm. But the goliaths made me feel small. Some of them were three and half heads taller than I was, and for the first time I wondered if this how Beepu felt around us. </p><p></p><p>The cart started to move, returning to tow, and Beepu and I headed towards the brothers. The Goliaths were massive walls of muscle and were smiling, talking with the pair easily. As I approached, I could see at least two dozen of them, drumming, laughing and drinking from the now tapped barrel. Mugs of the ale that Iesa purchased were already making rounds. Beepu and I stepped up to join our companions, already in conversation with a giant of goliath who looked to be their leader. </p><p></p><p>“Hah! You certainly know how to make an entrance, Big D!” said an older goliath, the marks on his face giving him a mask that I would have called fearsome, if the smile wasn’t so warm and genuine.</p><p>Daneath hid his distaste for his fighting name well and smiled. “Well, as they say, ‘know your audience.’”</p><p>The giant arched an eyebrow and regarded the warrior with interest. “So, to what we owe the honor then?”</p><p>Iesa spoke up, “Well, we were hoping to find someone…a firbolg named Ravalan.”</p><p></p><p>The goliath frowned a moment, “You don’t say. We haven’t seen him in a time. And normally he comes to greet us.” He spoken and stroked his chin for a moment. “But he is a bit of a hermit. Comes and goes as he pleases.”</p><p></p><p>Beepu spoke up, “Well then. Any chance you might know how to find him.”</p><p></p><p>The goliath was startled for a moment, until he found the gnome below him. The gnome was perhaps only knee high at best to the giant’s leg. “Ho ho! There you are. Don’t want to step on you. Now we have a tracker that knows where he lives.”</p><p></p><p>“That is good to hear. Then perhaps we can pay you for your…”</p><p></p><p>“Pay? Non-sense!” he snorted. “You have to earn that! Join us in our games, and if you do well then the gods will have said ‘you are worthy’” stabbing a finger at Beepu.</p><p></p><p>“Games? Games?!?” Beepu exclaimed. “While I do not mind testing my skills, I cannot say that I have hope in matching your…physicality.”</p><p></p><p>The goliath smiled, “But you have the spirit! Drink with us! We will look to Big D here for your might.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes! Big D will…wait. What?” Daneath said.</p><p></p><p>“Join my brethren here tonight. Show that you can keep up. Show us your worth! Go!”</p><p></p><p>A pair of goliaths stepped forward, and for the first time I saw one of the women. She was lean, her muscles well defined, and dressed in a halter and knee-high breeches. She was taller than Daneath by a head and half and looked just as strong as the man. The pattens of stripes flowed down her chest and arms like a dark river snaking through the plains. She smiled at the warrior and took his hand and dragged him into a throng of goliaths.</p><p></p><p>Iesa stood there with Mo on his shoulder, and almost reached out to stop him, when he pulled back his hand and instead called out to Daneath, “Good luck and good hunting!”</p><p></p><p>“Hah! He looks more to be prey right now!” and the goliath gulped down some ale. “I guess the rest of you will have to share cups with me for the time being.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s fine with me, as long the ale flows.” I said with a smile and took at deep drink from my mug. The ale was malty with earthen tones and had a nice bite at the end. I would have to remember to tell Iesa that least he made a decent purchase.</p><p></p><p>The goliath turned towards me. When his eyes locked with mine, he dropped his mug to the ground.</p><p></p><p>“By Stronmaus’ beard! I have never—”</p><p></p><p>“Fell behind drinking in front of a woman?” I smiled and finished off my mug and held it out to the Goliath expectantly.</p><p></p><p>He blinked a moment, his mouth agape. Then he broke out the widest grin and laughed. “HAH! I have indeed shamed myself. I should remedy this now, and offer you another…miss?...” and he extended his hand with another mug and expectant look on his face.</p><p></p><p>“Myrai. And who am I drinking with tonight?”</p><p></p><p>“Torin Strongbones. And forgive my manners, here!” and he grabbed another mug full of ale and thrust it into Beepu’s hands.</p><p></p><p>Beepu looked at the mug dubiously, “I really must refrain! I wish to keep my mind sharp.”</p><p></p><p>I turned to Beepu and leaned down, “Don’t be rude. We did ask for some help after all.”</p><p></p><p>Beepu frowned, “I suppose a drink will not hurt.” And he gamely quaffed down some the ale.</p><p></p><p>“That’s the spirit!” Torin said with a laugh and he turned back to me. “Its not often I see something new, and I will say you are that indeed. But sit here by the fire and let it warm your bones from without, while the ale does from within.”</p><p></p><p>I sat down on a log by the nearby fire and started on my second mug. I closed my eyes, so I could savor the sounds around me and feel the ale coursing through me and relaxing me. I smiled, thinking to myself that there were worse evenings.</p><p></p><p>Torin sat down beside with grinning with another full mug, and Iesa sat next to him. Beepu sat down as well, but he remained quiet and guarded as we talked.</p><p></p><p>“So, what challenges is Big D going to face tonight?” I asked and took another deep drink.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, the standard games; log tossing, barrel rolling, and ‘the Chase.’” Torin replied all smiles.</p><p></p><p>“’The Chase?’ Do tell.” I said, and Iesa leaned forward with interest.</p><p></p><p>“Certainly, after we refresh our mugs!” and he waved his hand and four more mugs of ale appeared. I had just finished mine, as did Iesa. But Beepu had to drink quickly to keep up.</p><p></p><p>“Well, the first thing is a draw is made on who is doing the chasing.”</p><p></p><p>“What like straws?”</p><p></p><p>“No…just a coin toss. It’s either the women are chasing, or the men are.” Torin smiled.</p><p></p><p>“And if the ‘chaser’ catches their…mark? What happens then?” I asked, suspecting the answer.</p><p></p><p>“Well…that’s up to the one that caught their mark now isn’t it?” And Torin finished his mug and called for more. Iesa had barely finished his, and almost choked after Torin had spoken. I had just downed my third and was feeling quite warm and relaxed.</p><p></p><p>Iesa spoke, “So…anything?”</p><p></p><p>“Well…within reason I suppose. But out of the four of you, Big D is more likely to walk away with his bones intact.” Torin laughed.</p><p></p><p>Iesa was beginning to look bleary eyed at Torin, “I can run…fasstd.”</p><p></p><p>“I’m sure…but the catching part can be—”</p><p></p><p><<WHUMP>></p><p></p><p>And over the fire a man in a loincloth jumped. A solid example of fine goliath form. But just to his right, a large athletic female dove for the male’s knees, tripping and felling the giantkin to the ground.</p><p></p><p>“—quite an impact.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll pass. I prefer this drinking game,” I said holding out my mug looking for another. “</p><p></p><p>“Yesssszz. Another! Thisszz schtuff is vunderfullff,” Beepu said slurring his works badly.</p><p></p><p>Torin looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes and called for more mugs. Iesa took another gulp and was soon passed out on the log. Beepu consumed another full mug, and then found a quiet spot of dirt next to the log to ‘lay his spinning head’ against.</p><p></p><p>As for Big D; I didn’t see what happened, but I did hear him shout in the darkness around us, trying to evade his pursuers.</p><p></p><p>Three more drinks later and Torin was looking at me bleary eyed and his brow was knotted in confusion. “Hows is it you can put away drinksss in that teeny frame?” He asked, looking at me with some respect as he realized that the ale had caught up to him.</p><p></p><p>“Wells…when you workz ins a bar and yous pickz up ssome skillz,” I said feeling quite buzzed, but determined to be the last one conscious.</p><p></p><p>“Well…done…then,” and the great bulk of a Goliath, fell backwards unconscious from the log and started to snore.</p><p></p><p>I turned my head upwards, trying to ignore the spinning for a bit longer and smiled. There have been worse evenings to be sure, and tomorrow might get us somewhere. But for now, a warm fire, and a dreamless sleep is all I wanted or needed.</p><p></p><p>So, I slumped down to the ground and placed my back against the log, and stared at the dying embers of the fire. Slowly I relaxed and let the numbness and warmth of the liquor finally carry me off to a dark dreamless sleep.</p><p></p><p><strong>Session notes:</strong></p><p></p><p>So…I made every saving throw against getting drunk. Everyone else failed pretty quickly. The irony was, I only had a 10 Con. Everyone else’s’ was higher.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nthal, post: 7818850, member: 6971069"] [CENTER][B]Drinking with Giants - 09/27/2019[/B] [I]If there is one thing about Sigil is that everyone drinks. Ale is safer than the water in the Ditch, or anywhere else. In fact, water from Oceanus costs twenty times the cost of a good ale, and a hundred times the cheapest bub. So, a good chunk of the populace is already drinking or drunk, or figuring out how to get started drinking and get drunk. From Celestial to Fiend, from rich to poor. Drinking was the great equalizer in Sigil. It also means that the Barkeeps were the true kings and king makers of the city. For without all the drinking, how would anyone stand each other an make the deals they do?[/I][/CENTER] [I] [/I] “So how much was it?” Daneath grunted as he loaded the barrel on the cart. “Enough. The bar didn’t exactly want to sell it either,” Iesa commented. “What changed his mind?” Beepu asked. “I told him that we were going to give it to some goliaths. Once I said that, he was quick to sell,” Iesa replied. “Are their drinking habits that bad?” I asked, wondering if we made the right decision of a gift. “Drinking no, not really. But it does…inspire them to contests of strength. The damage starts from there.” “What kind of contests are we talking about? Brawling?” “Could be anything Myr,” Daneath answered after finishing securing the barrel on the cart. “I’ve only heard stories, but whatever strikes their fancy.” “This is foolish,” Beepu said with disgust. “Alcohol just dulls the mind! How are we going to get answers about the firbolg?” “Beepu,” I said resigned, “It’s called being social. They like to drink, so bringing some as a gift will help us make friends.” “Could not a bottle do as well? The coin I gave Iesa was considerable!” “Wait…what?” Daneath said his head snapping to look at his brother. I rolled my eyes and looked at Iesa, “You told me that you couldn’t get jink from the others.” “Well…more like, enough coin. I do have some left over!” Iesa spreading his hands. Mo abandoned his shoulder to hide in the cart as the three of us surrounded Daneath. “Some.” I said dryly. “Exactly how much is left over?” “About eighteen silver?” Iesa said almost guiltily. Almost. “Each?” Beepu demanded. “Er no. Total.” I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. I then turned around and simply said. “Let’s go.” “Aren’t you interest in—“ Daneath started. “No. I am interested in cracking open that barrel, so I cure my sudden pounding headache,” I said rubbing my temples. “And the sooner that cart makes it to the camp…” “Point taken,” Daneath said as he gave a pair of coins, to the drover in the cart. The man nodded and flicked the reins, encouraging the donkey to move and haul its load. “This better be worth it Iesa.” Beepu muttered, as Foggle took to the air. I followed along shaking my head. [I]So…what did you want me to do?[/I] I paused a moment before replying to Gossamer, [I]--Well, either stick close to me or stay out of sight. Noted; I’ll stay out of sight. As long as I don’t become an object in their contests, I’ll be satisfied. --You and me both.[/I] The camp wasn’t far down the road, and while we could see the fires flickering the darkness, it was the sounds that stood out. Drums. Lots of drums. Small ones, large ones. Slow thumping, deep sounds reverberating in my bones as we walked closer. The tones of smaller ones, that caused my heart to stir its own pace to match. It was that primal feeling I felt once before in Flint Rock. But these beats were in the hear and now, not the distant past. It was the passion of life expressed in the purest way. Then, as we neared the thundering sounds of drumming, I could hear voices. Laughter, cheers, shouts of joy; the sound of comradery. Daneath and Iesa were in the lead, with the cart. Beepu had seated himself in the back of the cart, glowering. I followed, walking behind them all. Unsure on what to expect. The cart stopped and I saw large figures approach Daneath who started to shout to them, over the drumming. The pair towered over Daneath, and I could see the patterns light and dark on their skin in the firelight. I couldn’t hear what Daneath said to them, but the sudden grins and clapping him on the back told me that we were clearly welcome. One of the pair moved to the side of the cart, and easily lifted out the barrel that Daneath struggled with earlier. I never considered myself small, and the fact that most men stood a head or so taller than I was just a norm. But the goliaths made me feel small. Some of them were three and half heads taller than I was, and for the first time I wondered if this how Beepu felt around us. The cart started to move, returning to tow, and Beepu and I headed towards the brothers. The Goliaths were massive walls of muscle and were smiling, talking with the pair easily. As I approached, I could see at least two dozen of them, drumming, laughing and drinking from the now tapped barrel. Mugs of the ale that Iesa purchased were already making rounds. Beepu and I stepped up to join our companions, already in conversation with a giant of goliath who looked to be their leader. “Hah! You certainly know how to make an entrance, Big D!” said an older goliath, the marks on his face giving him a mask that I would have called fearsome, if the smile wasn’t so warm and genuine. Daneath hid his distaste for his fighting name well and smiled. “Well, as they say, ‘know your audience.’” The giant arched an eyebrow and regarded the warrior with interest. “So, to what we owe the honor then?” Iesa spoke up, “Well, we were hoping to find someone…a firbolg named Ravalan.” The goliath frowned a moment, “You don’t say. We haven’t seen him in a time. And normally he comes to greet us.” He spoken and stroked his chin for a moment. “But he is a bit of a hermit. Comes and goes as he pleases.” Beepu spoke up, “Well then. Any chance you might know how to find him.” The goliath was startled for a moment, until he found the gnome below him. The gnome was perhaps only knee high at best to the giant’s leg. “Ho ho! There you are. Don’t want to step on you. Now we have a tracker that knows where he lives.” “That is good to hear. Then perhaps we can pay you for your…” “Pay? Non-sense!” he snorted. “You have to earn that! Join us in our games, and if you do well then the gods will have said ‘you are worthy’” stabbing a finger at Beepu. “Games? Games?!?” Beepu exclaimed. “While I do not mind testing my skills, I cannot say that I have hope in matching your…physicality.” The goliath smiled, “But you have the spirit! Drink with us! We will look to Big D here for your might.” “Yes! Big D will…wait. What?” Daneath said. “Join my brethren here tonight. Show that you can keep up. Show us your worth! Go!” A pair of goliaths stepped forward, and for the first time I saw one of the women. She was lean, her muscles well defined, and dressed in a halter and knee-high breeches. She was taller than Daneath by a head and half and looked just as strong as the man. The pattens of stripes flowed down her chest and arms like a dark river snaking through the plains. She smiled at the warrior and took his hand and dragged him into a throng of goliaths. Iesa stood there with Mo on his shoulder, and almost reached out to stop him, when he pulled back his hand and instead called out to Daneath, “Good luck and good hunting!” “Hah! He looks more to be prey right now!” and the goliath gulped down some ale. “I guess the rest of you will have to share cups with me for the time being.” “That’s fine with me, as long the ale flows.” I said with a smile and took at deep drink from my mug. The ale was malty with earthen tones and had a nice bite at the end. I would have to remember to tell Iesa that least he made a decent purchase. The goliath turned towards me. When his eyes locked with mine, he dropped his mug to the ground. “By Stronmaus’ beard! I have never—” “Fell behind drinking in front of a woman?” I smiled and finished off my mug and held it out to the Goliath expectantly. He blinked a moment, his mouth agape. Then he broke out the widest grin and laughed. “HAH! I have indeed shamed myself. I should remedy this now, and offer you another…miss?...” and he extended his hand with another mug and expectant look on his face. “Myrai. And who am I drinking with tonight?” “Torin Strongbones. And forgive my manners, here!” and he grabbed another mug full of ale and thrust it into Beepu’s hands. Beepu looked at the mug dubiously, “I really must refrain! I wish to keep my mind sharp.” I turned to Beepu and leaned down, “Don’t be rude. We did ask for some help after all.” Beepu frowned, “I suppose a drink will not hurt.” And he gamely quaffed down some the ale. “That’s the spirit!” Torin said with a laugh and he turned back to me. “Its not often I see something new, and I will say you are that indeed. But sit here by the fire and let it warm your bones from without, while the ale does from within.” I sat down on a log by the nearby fire and started on my second mug. I closed my eyes, so I could savor the sounds around me and feel the ale coursing through me and relaxing me. I smiled, thinking to myself that there were worse evenings. Torin sat down beside with grinning with another full mug, and Iesa sat next to him. Beepu sat down as well, but he remained quiet and guarded as we talked. “So, what challenges is Big D going to face tonight?” I asked and took another deep drink. “Oh, the standard games; log tossing, barrel rolling, and ‘the Chase.’” Torin replied all smiles. “’The Chase?’ Do tell.” I said, and Iesa leaned forward with interest. “Certainly, after we refresh our mugs!” and he waved his hand and four more mugs of ale appeared. I had just finished mine, as did Iesa. But Beepu had to drink quickly to keep up. “Well, the first thing is a draw is made on who is doing the chasing.” “What like straws?” “No…just a coin toss. It’s either the women are chasing, or the men are.” Torin smiled. “And if the ‘chaser’ catches their…mark? What happens then?” I asked, suspecting the answer. “Well…that’s up to the one that caught their mark now isn’t it?” And Torin finished his mug and called for more. Iesa had barely finished his, and almost choked after Torin had spoken. I had just downed my third and was feeling quite warm and relaxed. Iesa spoke, “So…anything?” “Well…within reason I suppose. But out of the four of you, Big D is more likely to walk away with his bones intact.” Torin laughed. Iesa was beginning to look bleary eyed at Torin, “I can run…fasstd.” “I’m sure…but the catching part can be—” <<WHUMP>> And over the fire a man in a loincloth jumped. A solid example of fine goliath form. But just to his right, a large athletic female dove for the male’s knees, tripping and felling the giantkin to the ground. “—quite an impact.” “I’ll pass. I prefer this drinking game,” I said holding out my mug looking for another. “ “Yesssszz. Another! Thisszz schtuff is vunderfullff,” Beepu said slurring his works badly. Torin looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes and called for more mugs. Iesa took another gulp and was soon passed out on the log. Beepu consumed another full mug, and then found a quiet spot of dirt next to the log to ‘lay his spinning head’ against. As for Big D; I didn’t see what happened, but I did hear him shout in the darkness around us, trying to evade his pursuers. Three more drinks later and Torin was looking at me bleary eyed and his brow was knotted in confusion. “Hows is it you can put away drinksss in that teeny frame?” He asked, looking at me with some respect as he realized that the ale had caught up to him. “Wells…when you workz ins a bar and yous pickz up ssome skillz,” I said feeling quite buzzed, but determined to be the last one conscious. “Well…done…then,” and the great bulk of a Goliath, fell backwards unconscious from the log and started to snore. I turned my head upwards, trying to ignore the spinning for a bit longer and smiled. There have been worse evenings to be sure, and tomorrow might get us somewhere. But for now, a warm fire, and a dreamless sleep is all I wanted or needed. So, I slumped down to the ground and placed my back against the log, and stared at the dying embers of the fire. Slowly I relaxed and let the numbness and warmth of the liquor finally carry me off to a dark dreamless sleep. [B]Session notes:[/B] So…I made every saving throw against getting drunk. Everyone else failed pretty quickly. The irony was, I only had a 10 Con. Everyone else’s’ was higher. [/QUOTE]
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