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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7630653" data-attributes="member: 9255">DARKSUN: THE ELEMENTS OF EVILSEGMENT 026“DROWN DEEP SORROWS”06/21/19SEASON: FRIEND’S VENGEANCE  YEAR 24MONTH: THE TEMPLARDAY: 10KA: 190“I think I could drink the entire bottle.” Choro states at the Kes’trel’s Roost.“Really?” questions Olan.“Contest…klik-klic….”“Broy.  Glass for glass.” Says Olan smiling wide.“I would be part of this…. Contest.” States Koe.The bartender shakes his head and pushes over the bottle and leaves to get more.“Sweet water….. better…..”“Longsword vs Shortsword……   in the end it is still a sword.” Says the bartender smiling at his own wit.  He is also trying to keep the tab under control.Olan grabs four cups and the first bottle.  He pours equal amounts into each cup.  “To lost friends… and family.” And as he raises the cup to meet the other raised cups and he glances at Choro.  Choro is clearly in a saddened state.The four gulp it and thump their cups down.  Olan pours again.  Choro gives a toast this time.  “….may we find them in good health.” And the four clink their cups again and drink.“To the clutch and its clutch mates.” Says Drak as they drink their third round in a very short time.“Your turn Koe.”“urm…… To destinies fulfilled.” And the four swallow each cup quickly.   Olan coughs as the fluid hits him hard.“You okay?”“Shore.  I gud. Mys tern agin”“To mah new gud fiends”.  Choro blinks twice hearing fiend vs friend.“I no feel good.  I sit…. Out now.”   Says Olan as he sways and lists nearly falling out of his chair. [DM NOTE: Nat 1]“Choro…. If you may….. continue.” Suggests the mul.He opens the second bottle and pours three cups.  “To….. repent for…. Past misdeeds….. and accidents.”“Are you…. Okay Chwoor?”“Sup fine.    Differend when you drink fast….. no passin’ between….”“Klik…. Not sweet ‘ater.” The kreen’s antennae droop heavily.   “chil gak iksed sed”   [ loosely translates as “wish he knew how to make wine” ]Drak gives the next toast.  He says it in poor kreen and it is so slurred that even another kreen would not understand it.  Choro burbs a thunderous belch and turns green from the smell.   He knows he will not win so he cuts himself off.Drak vs Koe for the winner of The Contest.Several drinks later, the hardy mul wins out over the thri-kreen.Olan awakens a few hours later to hearing a call of alarm from a guard.   He stumbles to the doorway and sees Koe at the gate.  “Open gate.  I have hate message for Hark.  Must deliver….. personally.”“Go to the barracks and sleep it off Koe!” calls down a guard.“ah…No.   I climb then give… hate message.  Take back Birthright” Mumbles the mul.  He tries to climb but seems to never quite reach far enough to grab the correct blurred image.“Koe…. Koe!” yells out Olan.   “Koe- get over here….. I can’t walk straight yet.” The tiefling waves while leaning heavily against the door frame.  “Damned drink….. Broy has a hell…. Hell of an after kick.”Koe stares back and concentrates on him.  His instinct to help friends in need overpowers his vindictive thoughts and he stumbles over to Olan.  “Together…we make …. Barracks.”Choro sleeps happily away in the tavern and Drak, he is ill for several hours.  Even drunken, he doesn’t sleep so he tries to do what he normally does at night- make weapons using his spittle.  In the process he becomes sick and the spittle is spoiled.  “Not klik…. Happen with…. Klik swee…water…..”Though he finds the bed comforting, Koe can not sleep.  He looks over to Olan.  “Asleep?”“no.”“me too.”Pause…. “Koe……”“yes……”“Who is Hark?”“Where….did you hear that name?”“You yelled it.    Sounded like….. you hated him.”“Do.”“Who is he?”“Family.   Hugo Hark is…. Grandfather.”“oh.”   Pause.   “Who is that?”“You do not know who ‘father’ is?” asks the mul astounded.“No and I mean yes…..” grumbles the hung over tiefling.  He sits upright and stretches to clear his head a bit.  “Who is he….. freeman? Merchant? Drajian?”“I tell you.” Says the mul and he closes his eyes and begins.  “Hugo Hark works for House Shom.  He is very wealthy.  Very Powerful.  Very used to getting his own way.  His daughter….. my Mother….. grew tired of him and family.   Met a dwarf from work.  I do not know his name…..or at least can not remember it.   Broy make it hard to remember.”“I’m listening….. go on.”“They have me.   Grandfather displeased. Father displeased.  Father will have nothing to do with me.  Insults me by naming me Brick.”“Your real name is Brick?”“Yes.   Call me Koe or I hit you.”“Heh…. Ah… go on.”“Uses me as muscle….. to intimidate people…. That owe him…. Money.   Never says who I am to him….. allows them to… assume I am slave.”“That sucks.   No wonder you don’t trust family.”“Yes.”“what about the “Birthright” you mentioned.“I should not drink so much.” Regrets the Mul.He opens his eyes and looks at Olan.  “The Scrab’s Tooth”Olan waits.“Sword that marks rank and power within the family.   It was to be given to my mother’s first born male.”“That would be you……wait a minute!    Should I bow to you?   Refer to you as Master Koe?”“Koe is fine.” Though it has a nice ring he thinks briefly.  “Hugo Hark holds onto it.  He will not pass it down.  This was six years ago.”“Wow….. no wonder you avoid House Shom.   I would too.”“Tell no one.   I will deliver hate message myself.”  He lays back onto the mat.  “Now I am ready to sleep.   You should too Comrade.”Several minutes pass silently.  Olan breaks the silence.  “Koe.    Koe I want to help you find Hugo and get your sword.”“and deliver hate message.”“Hate doesn’t have to equal lethal.  Keep that in mind.”“Hummph.  Then perhaps you should forget your family”</blockquote>

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