Ale King - Astor vs. D'vangelline

Prince

Without further ado, I present to you, Astor, the King of Astorea, versus, D'vangelline, Queen of Falderen. They will now step into the ring and have the first drink. Who will tap out first? I guess we'll have to find out in a couple of rounds. Give them a round of applauds as they take the stage! We will find out which monarch is will take the championship title for their nation momentarily.

Please don't be alarm, however, we are still taking bets all the way to the 4th round. And before the match commence, this is Prince, and I will me commentating on this historic event.

Afterwards, the barmaids began bringing out the ale, lining them up on the table as Prince hovered around the two contestants. Counting down, "okay, first 2 mugs, on a count of 3? Ready? 3, 2, 1, chug!!!"

OOC: Send this account 30g labeling who you are betting on if you haven't bet in the other thread already! Everyone is free to respond to this thread with a line of dialog or more after Astor and D'va have their drink.

 

Astor felt no fear as he took a seat on the chair and looked at @D'vangelline Falder right in the eyes as he scooped up the mug of ale and waited for Prince's signal to start chugging down every last drop of god's nectar.

How did he feel afterward?

Thrown dice:

100

97

The alcohol hit him harder than he had thought, just what was that? He thought to himself as his eyes went out of focused for a brief second, he struggled to shake it from his face. It was two potent mugs of ale.

 

D'vangelline didn't have time to look at the king's expression as she quickly snatched up the mug and began working on emptying the content down her throat. Her face would imply that she wasn't a seasoned-drinker as she had originally claimed she had been blessed by Aethelwhatever.

Thrown dice:

19

63

She let out a small gasp as she finished the last drop. From her face alone, it seemed she was fairing much better than the Astorean king, who was flustering now and looking down at the table with a rather surprised expression on his face. She giggled a bit, her temperament clearly loosened by the alcohol.

 

Prince

And... the first round is now complete with King Astor at 197, a man known for his acclaimed crits during important events, though this was not the time to score so expertly.

Queen D'vangelline is now at a meager score of 55, only 1/4 of the King's. Who will reach the threshold first?

Now, let's begin round two. Barkeep, please grace us with another round of ale!

 

R o u n d 2

Astor looked a bit reluctant to pick up another mug considering how hard the alcohol hit him in the last round. However, it was a contest that he wasn’t going to back away from. Looking straight into @D'vangelline Falder's eyes. He wrapped his hand around the mug’s handle and chugged the golden content, gulp after gulp, down to the last drop. He then repeated the process, without paying attention to the stone-faced queen sitting across from him.

Thrown dice:

17

27

Not bad at all, Astor can handle at least that much. Hopefully, he'll be able to outlast the queen. She was definitely going to give him a run for his money.

Alcohol Level 241​

 

The young queen looked at Astor’s vigor with disinterest as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, which had grown rather red now as the alcohol was getting to her. Once she finished the first of many rounds, D’vangelline nodded to @Nigerian Prince, prompting him to initiate the next round. The barkeep brought a different kind of ale this time, apple-spiced ale, if her sense of smell was accurate, a southern specialty.

Without much thought she brought the mug up to her dainty lips and began wolfing down the sweet alcohol. She rather enjoyed the taste and it showed. She treated the second mug with the same pleasant expression on her slender face.

Thrown dice:

79

93

Despite indulging in the sweetness of the ale, D’vangelline found herself caught off-guard by how strong it was. Her face quickly reddened as the alcohol circulated through her veins. She could feel the spice rising up her throat and pushing out from her nostril every time she breathed. It was quite a punch.

Alcohol Level 227​

 

R o u n d 3

It seemed the pacing of the contest was taking too long, as such @Nigerian Prince and the barkeep increased the amount of alcohol both Astor and @D'vangelline Falder must consume per round. This time, it was 4 exquisitely-brewed mead. When the eight mugs was slammed onto the table, Astor let out a sigh before he grabbed onto the first mug he could reach and went to flavor town.

Thrown dice:

100

35

73

35

If Astor wasn't drunk enough before, the four mug of mead definitely got him there and extra... Oof, it's going to be difficult to recover from this one.

Alcohol Level 484​

 

D'vangelline shrunk a bit as she saw the mountain of drinks she had to go through. The pile was... intimidating, given that she was well on her way to being drunk. Reaching out for the mead with her flustered hands, D'vangelline closed her eyes and nourished herself with the warm and mildly sweet drink.

Thrown dice:

35

72

51

48

D'vangelline was definitely drunk now, which was evidenced by her loose posture and increasingly poutier face as she looked at Astor and the spectators with squinting eyes, making tiny pouting noise like a child. A terrifying sight unbefitting of a queen indeed.

Alcohol Level 433​

 

R o u n d 4

The round following involved a mountain of hard malt strong enough to knock out an elephant, Astor knew he couldn't handle much anymore. In fact, if he was unlucky, these four drinks will be his last. Shaking the haziness from his head, Astor burned a hole through @D'vangelline Falder with his intense glare as he grabbed onto the two mugs closest to him and pouring both of them down his throat. How did he fare?

Thrown dice:

71

86

39

9

The light almost went out, but he hung in there even after the four mugs. His throat and face felt like they were burning after his hasty consumption.

Alcohol Level 689​

 

D'vangelline made bird noise and fitting gesture. She was dead drunk and had lost it. However, one of her royal aides got to her in time and calmed her down so she doesn't make a fool out of herself. Once she had regained her mind and dignity, the young queen glowered at @Astor Balthas as she grabbed both of the malt in front of her and copied him in letting the dry liquid nourish her throat, matching the conceited king drink for drink. How did that work out for her?

Thrown dice:

57

53

95

91

The last two drinks hit the queen a little harder than she had thought... Triggering an immidiate black out as she went down onto the table, face first, producing a massive WHAM!!!

Alcohol Level 729​

 

Prince

As D'vangelline aides surrounded their queen and fussed over her blackout, Prince quickly came over to confirm whether or not she had really went down.

Once he had ascertained that @D'vangelline Falder was indeed out cold. He turned to Astor whose eyes was fluttering and grabbed his wrist before putting it up in the air forcefully and proclaimed:

"It is my pleasure to announce to you that @Astor Balthas has won the battle of the monarchs. Please give both contestants a round of applauds as we finish up our Ale King matches for the night! If you had wagered on Astor, please come see me in a bit and claim your win!"

Astor wins

 

She had only come to watch because she stupidly bet on the entire thing- and, to be honest, the flower vendor felt a bit bad for it. She'd prepared a bouquet that had flowers meant to help wake up the winner from their stupor, but wondered if it was better to give it to the unconscious princess instead.

Well, for now, she'd at least congratulate the king. He'd been getting her cheers (even if she was happy if both were having fun) and had bet on the man. He deserved her thanks and praise, didn't he?

"King," she chimed, holding the originally prepared bouquet to @Astor Balthas with a smile. "I thank you for your continued kindness I expect to see, and for your willingness to give us all a good show. I was certain you could do it." She glanced to the princess not long after. "I wonder if I should give her some too... When she wakes up, maybe." Shaking it off, she waited for the man to accept her gift before giving a wave. "I feel guilty having placed a bet on your health, but... I'm thankful for your win both for yourself and for my selfish greed. I hope these flowers will make you smile as you've made us, my liege."

 

"Congratulations. You did well your majesty. You will be seeing a great deal more challenges to your authority as King in the future. Godspeed."

Minerva heads for the exit and awaits her bet reward from @Nigerian Prince .

Astorea has triumphed over Falderen once again. I have a long way to go... time to leave this place to those who have earned it. I will be in a greater position than you Astor. Thank you for giving me a significant bar to surpass.