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[Xander Morhaime]

Well... I've cracked. I'll be leading a D&D4 game. The specifics... well, I don't want to give away too much. Let us simply say, for the moment, that you are noble heroes that are well on the way to ridding the land of an Evil Overlord.

You get to start off at level 3, and that means you get 520gp, one magic item each of level 4, 3, and 2, and as much mundane gear as is reasonably needed.

I believe that so far Malek, Gargulec, and... SK, was it?, have already expressed interest. I've already got M's character on hand, too. So, if you want to participate, do hurry.

[Malek Deneith]

Well my character is done. Say hello to Ryltar - Drow Rogue.

„Hey watch where you are you pointing that thing. What? Color of my skin? Oh come on – I left *that* behind me long ago. I’m one of good guys – like d-wosisname. Well okay, maybe not that good – I don’t do charity. But give me a good pay and I’ll help to clear monsters from near town or whatever gladly.
Huh? How did I get here? Simple – like I said I ran from great Underdark. Got lucky too – first people I’ve met up here didn’t judge by skin color and helped me out. Sad thing though, somebody back down didn’t like me leaving and sent few guys after me – killed the family that helped me, nothing I could do. After that I went to some larger town, tried to settle somehow. But of course some baron or whoever had to die and the guard captain was all ‘Get the drow, it must have been the drow’ – bloody half elves are more prejudiced against us than fullbloods I tell ya. Good thing he didn’t knew I’m good with locks, so he didn’t take the lockpicks off me – I ran from there too. I started to think afterwards and came to conclusion – ‘hey, getting myself some good rep would prevent misunderstandings like that’. And thus I am here, trying to find myself a group of whatyoucallem – adventurers. You know – buy me some ale, and perhaps we can work out some deal profitable for both of us…”

[Tavana]

In. Will edit with details.

EDIT: Saliak, Dragonborn Runepriest. How may I be of assistance?

[Madtrixr]

I would like to participate. Please.

just give me the okay over PM and IRC, and you'll have a char sheet within a couple of days.

[S.K. Ren]

My character is done as well. Prepare to meet Ma'kirr - Razorclaw Monk (F)

 "If its a drink you want, then by all means drink. And I'll make you a wager while were on the subject. If you can out drink me, all agree to whatever terms you want as far as adventuring goes. But if you lose, I expect to see some half-naked elf-boy dancing on this table. "
 'Oye, Keep. Get us a round of ale. After that we'll need drink that's harder than a smith's anvil.'
 "I hope you can dance Ryltar..."

[Xander Morhaime]

Five people in all... I think we're good to go, then. Mad, Tav, you go ahead and make characters. Refer to Malek for suggestions on what might be a good idea. SK, a character story, even a very basic one, would be a good idea.

[S.K. Ren]

My Character story is on the file I sent you. Check the Information tab under Manage in the Character Builder. I suppose I could attach a .txt here if it turns out I sent you the un-updated file w/o my backstory.

[Xander Morhaime]

No, I'd say you're pretty much good to go.

That just leaves Tavana and Madtrixr, then.

[Tavana]

Saliak, Dragonborn Runepriest, brings the drinks to the table atop his shield.

"It is only fair that I mediate these precedings. But please do not strip off, Ryltar. I do not want to have to trace the Rune of Blindness in this drinking establishment, but there are fates worse than losing your sight."

His scaly arms extend and each competitor has four ales placed in front of them. He pretends to considers for a moment (yes, his bluff check IS that low) "As for you, Ma'kirr, I suppose the Rune could be traced in such a fashion that it affects everyone BUT me..."

[Gargulec]

Tristan, Half-Elf paladin, sits on the opposite side of the table, playing a merry tune on his pan flutes.

'I'll give up the drinking tonight' he says, grinning. 'Just in case our feline Lady loses the contest, and I will want to remember the Ryltar's prize well...' He pauses and gives you all an innocent look. 'Of course I've meant that I will have to be sober to protect her honour, should some evil doer try to disgrace her!'

He chuckles, and returns to playing, watching rest of the party with curiosity in his eyes.

[S.K. Ren]

"Oh that's so sweet, you'll protect my honor? Ahahahaha, I think you should be more worried about Ryltar's honor."

[Malek Deneith]

"My dear furball, I'm afraid I can't agree to your proposal - after all I don't intend to get so drunk I won't understand what we agree to." - Ryltar mocks a toast to Ma'kirr with a grin then takes a sip

[Gargulec]

'Such a shame that you don't have the courage, Darkskin' replied Tristan, laughing. 'Feline Lady, you challenged us, and our good Dragonhead brought us the ale that should not go to waste. Would you agree to compete against me, Lady? After all, we can not appear to be all of chicken hearts!'

[Malek Deneith]

"Oh great. Hey, dragon-priest - should cat lady outdrink him be so kind and use that blinding rune of yours on me."

[S.K. Ren]

Drinking Contest:

Spoiler: Rules (click to show/hide)

The game will be divided into 4 rounds. Each round the competitors drink one mug of ale and roll a d20 against their Will defense. If they roll higher than their Defense, they pass out. Each successive round adds a -2 Penalty to their Will defense.

Round 1

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Ma'Kirr: Conscious
Tristan: Conscious

Round 2

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Ma'Kirr: Unconscious
Tristan: Conscious

Winner: Tristan


"Bottoms up"

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

1d20=11 vs 15: Still conscious