"Da hell?! Lost to just a random kid?!" Bradwynne said in quite a whiny drunken voice in between coughs as he stared at the top of the tent where the drinking contest was. Although his age in real life is just fourteen, he felt his pride was violated when the nineteen year old body of his just lost to a freaking thirteen year old girl. Maybe he was hyping too much and that's why the alcohol went into his mind deeper than the girl? Oh well, he should stop being cocky and start disciplining himself so that it would never happen again. He then straightened himself up, cracked some joints of his neck, and inhaled and exhaled deeply as he faced the next person. He then braced himself for the sixth challenge as the glasses of ale were being refilled, and then he would go all out on every mug, one at a time. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 40 Thrown dice: 70 47 24 83 12 31 70 39 Win: 3 / Lose: 2
Emerath groaned, the last round hitting him a lot harder than he would have thought, as he looked up to see them putting even more ale in front of him. "I don't know if this is a good ide-" he muttered, before his words were cut off and he hurled into the hay surrounding the table. "Nope... not good. But, I won a round. I can do this." He steeled himself, and looked over to see a familiar face challenging him. "Hey, Bradwynne. This is easier than fighting wolves, right? May the best man win!" Emerath cried, before raising a mug and beginning to drink again. He hoped he didn't regret it this time. He figured he would though. Because alcohol. Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 20 Thrown dice: 70 88 2 79 86 8 58 30 426 Win: 1 / Lose: 1
