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<blockquote data-quote="Pielorinho" data-source="post: 3269080" data-attributes="member: 259">At GenCon I played in a round-robin game with Cthulhu's Librarian, Buttercup, Nareau, and a few others.&nbsp; I was playing a swashbuckling fighter.One member of the party was captured by a Hill Giant, so we went to investigate.&nbsp; A big fight followed, and the hill giant was trouncing our level 5 characters (although we were hurting him), so on my turn, I cried, &quot;Wait!&quot;&quot;Huh?&quot;&nbsp; the hill giant said.&quot;You're might,&quot; I answered, &quot;but we've wounded you.&nbsp; If we keep fighting, you might kill us--or we might kill you.&nbsp; I challenge you to...a drinking contest!&quot;The other players looked at me like I was an idiot.&nbsp; &quot;Huh huh huh,&quot; the giant laughed.&nbsp; &quot;Puny human challenge Thag to drinking contest!&nbsp; Huh huh huh!&quot;So I pulled out the bottles of wine, handed one to the giant, and took one for myself. We each drank.&quot;Next round!&quot; I shouted, stage-whispering to the party's rogue, &quot;psst--hand me a flask of alchemist fire!&quot;&nbsp; He did so, and I handed it to the giant, uncorking my own potion of cure light wounds.&nbsp; &quot;This round we drink Dwarven Ale!&quot;I drank, gaining 5 hit points.&nbsp; The giant drank, smoke dribbling out of his ears. &quot;That strong drink!&quot; he said, brow furrowed.&quot;Round three!&quot; I shouted, and got the rogue to hand me another flask of alchemist's fire.&nbsp; &quot;Goblin whiskey!&quot;&nbsp; And I tipped back another cure light wounds.There was a small explosion in the giant's mouth.&nbsp; &quot;Puny human can hold his liquor,&quot; he said, crestfallen.&nbsp; &quot;Contest over.&nbsp; Thag lose.&quot;We walked out of there with our friend and our dignity intact.Daniel</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Pielorinho, post: 3269080, member: 259"] At GenCon I played in a round-robin game with [b]Cthulhu's Librarian[/b], [b]Buttercup[/b], [b]Nareau[/b], and a few others. I was playing a swashbuckling fighter. One member of the party was captured by a Hill Giant, so we went to investigate. A big fight followed, and the hill giant was trouncing our level 5 characters (although we were hurting him), so on my turn, I cried, "Wait!" "Huh?" the hill giant said. "You're might," I answered, "but we've wounded you. If we keep fighting, you might kill us--or we might kill you. I challenge you to...a [b]drinking contest[/b]!" The other players looked at me like I was an idiot. "Huh huh huh," the giant laughed. "Puny human challenge Thag to drinking contest! Huh huh huh!" So I pulled out the bottles of wine, handed one to the giant, and took one for myself. We each drank. "Next round!" I shouted, stage-whispering to the party's rogue, "[i]psst--hand me a flask of alchemist fire[/i]!" He did so, and I handed it to the giant, uncorking my own potion of cure light wounds. "This round we drink Dwarven Ale!" I drank, gaining 5 hit points. The giant drank, smoke dribbling out of his ears. "That strong drink!" he said, brow furrowed. "Round three!" I shouted, and got the rogue to hand me another flask of alchemist's fire. "Goblin whiskey!" And I tipped back another cure light wounds. There was a small explosion in the giant's mouth. "Puny human can hold his liquor," he said, crestfallen. "Contest over. Thag lose." We walked out of there with our friend and our dignity intact. Daniel [/QUOTE]

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