Ale King - (Challenge#1) Priscilla Flanst Round 1

Drinking Challenge #1

Priscilla Flanst

Rules: Up to three may challenge Priscilla at a time. They will each roll 8xd100 and use the same template as normal. The results must not be posted up until DM responds to the thread at the end. If any of the three defeat Priscilla, all three get the win point! If the three lose, another group of up to three may attempt this challenge and rematches are allowed after 24 hours. Beware.... she may have a trick or two!
@Zelrius @Darko Ljubicic @Seigi

"Hohohohoho! Look at these commoners gathering at the mere mention of their inept ability to hold their elixir"

The woman stood beside a chair holding her umbrella elegantly upon her shoulder. Her gaze was one of a haughty yet gleeful nature. Her demeaning words were certainly going to get a reaction from the commoners here and perhaps their nobler sorts with actual money and prestige will stand up for them and give her a good show this evening!

"I am Priscilla Flanst. I am here to put you to bed little children hohohoho! Adults are here now. Ones that matter! Now, who's first hm?"

Her eyes set upon a blond fellow who stepped forward. He looked pretty nice! Fine features, a sleek build, above average taste in wardrobe. Perfect start! Alas...he opened his stench filled mouth... how unbecoming. He needed a breath mint rather badly. He would not stand against one of her prestige!

"Hohoho! You seem over your limit already! Do you have a death wish drinking to such capacity? Very well, I'll help put you out of your self induced misery! Is this all?"

Two more challenged her in a row. One was still sober and the other was completely intoxicated and not making much sense. In point of fact... they were both children who most certainly did not belong here! Very well, this was not her country so if their laws were so utterly defunct it was there problem.

"...All of you then. This is nothing to me! I shall graciously assist Astorea today by removing those who obviously are in the wrong place. Be grateful!"

She looked at the mugs on the table and made a look of disgust. These were certainly not of the highest quality. Which meant they were far too cheap for her palette! However before she came into this, Priscilla made preparations for such a turnout. She had a powerful, stupendous, superb special move at her disposal!

"Faulkner!"
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Maximilian Faulkner

Yes my lady I am right here! How may I be of assistance?

"Hohohohohoho! You shall be drinking these disgusting excuses for alcoholic beverages! I shall be keeping a close eye on you! Do not fail my expectations!"
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Maximilian Faulkner

I-I see.... I suppose if that is my order... *Ahem* I am Maximilian Faulkner of House Flanst. I will be your opponent today! Let us enjoy a drink.. or many drinks together!

!!SPECIAL DRINKING ABILITY ACTIVATE!!
[Noble Order: Swap]



Wellness: - 25
Drunkenness: + 00

Thrown dice:

35

26

74

47

57

39

10

45

333
Win: 0 / Lose: 0
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"O...Ooohhh... THE LADY FEELS TOO FINE TO FIGHT ME, HUH? Needs her stupid henchmen? WELL, BOY, TIME TO GET BEATEN BY A LITTLE GIRL, LETS RUMBLE!" The already way too drunk Seigi proclaimed.

In reality, it did not matter to her at all who she was drinking against or if she actually drinking against someone in the first place. The girl, right here, right now, was hopefully learning a lesson to never become the terrible alcoholic that was slumbering deep inside her.

Nonetheless, even in her drunken state Seigi could tell that she didn't really like Priscilla at all. "I get you... b.... bi... birdie down from that high tree you're sitting on!" The hero girl proclaimed before she, for probably the fifth time tonight, vomited to the side. "LET'S BRING IT ON!"

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 125

Thrown dice:

52

44

82

92

4

69

36

80

Result: 584
Win: 6 / Lose: 6
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Zelrius was nudged and bugged repeatedly by someone standing behind his slumped position against the table. Between his drunken state and the splitting headache forcing him to keep his head down and eyes closed, the golden haired man would just twitch and fidget, and then violently wave the person who kept bugging him off. Though whoever they were, they were certainly persistent. "WHAAAAA?!" He finally gave in, spinning around, eyes wide for only a moment before the sting of the light made him regret that decision. Quickly he put his hands over his eyes like goggles, even twisting the wrists back forth to act as the zoom and focus functions most goggles had, though why he did this, Zelrius wouldn't even know himself. 'It was compulsive, I dunno' would probably be the response if he was right of mind.

One of the attendees of the tent, and the person who had kept filling his drink even though it was clear the man was about fifty percent alcohol at this point, was the annoyance in question, and she tried repeatedly to explain the situation and that the noble woman he had 'challenged' had taken him up on the offer. Of course by the third time repeating herself after several "Eh?"s "Huh?"s and "Wha?"s she gave up and just slowly dragged him to the table where Faulkner sat.

There, Zelrius noticed nothing, the increasing lack of vision and ability to think more than three letters led him to not much care for his surrounding. However, he could thing of three Specific words as he saw the familiar sight of Eight
A
L
E

and then then the next three letters

M
U
G

@Priscilla Flanst @Seigi @Darko Ljubicic

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 185

Thrown dice:

58

84

16

98

10

60

12

87

610 TOTAL
Win: 9 / Lose: 8
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Darko just shook his head when he saw that the woman would never even engage them, instead one of her underlings drank in her place.

"Snotty noble, she wanted to engage in their drinking battle, but instead sent another person to assist her. She really isn't fit for it. She's never tough enough for this. What a shame."

Putting his feet on the table while the ale mugs were being refilled, he then braced himself for an alcohol attack while he was still keeping the menacing form and great composure. As the mugs were finished being refilled, he then took one mug, and then said, as he held up the mug, "For your disgrace." He then drank his ale steadily.

@Priscilla Flanst @Seigi @Zelrius

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 30

Thrown dice:

97

46

64

73

45

61

30

22

Result: 443
Win: 3 / Lose: 1
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"Hohohoho! But of course! House Flanst is invincible!"

It looks like the New Challenger was too much for the Astoreans.

Perhaps they want to try again? Or another group would like to try?

You may record your results now.

YOU LOST.....​