PREAMBLE: NEVER try to out-drink a Dwarf!
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Re: Knock Knock - Who's There?
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Re: Knock Knock - Who's There?
Kalen rolls his eyes, shrugs. and looks back at Marak. "He don't want my help, then I don't need to stay. I still get what we talked about for haulin' tha' mead here, tho." He holds his hand out for payment. "I can get myself back to the kitchens," he adds.
Once out of sight of Borik, Kalen spills a little mead on his apron, then takes a swig or two, swishing it around his mouth to help firm the smell of mead on his breath. Then he tries to find a place within sight of the door to the cartographer's office where he can settle down and enjoy the peace.
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Re: Knock Knock - Who's There?
After Kalen exits... "I figger'd ya wanna have sum special treatment this holiday. Ye been worked so hard the past few months its hard to catch up to ya now days. Ye gonna be outdoin me afore long. Kinda crappy job this be though. Almost like Trask has it out fer ya. Well don't ye worry 'bout him t'nite. He be out der celebratin' and I'll drink ta his party." Marak lifts his mug waiting for Borik to gulp down his mug in toast. Marak follows, but only drinking half what he would normally gulp, acting as if he is downing a complete dousing of mead. "May the party keep him forever...har, har", and he lifts his mug again for another toast.
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Pew Kids in the Hall
Kalen makes his way out hurriedly into the hallway and begins to look for a suitable spot to hide and wait until Marak has finished doing his job. The young halfling quickly unstoppers his waterskin and takes a couple of healthy swigs of the spiced mead contained within. The mead is strong and sweet and its effects soon begin to take hold, much to Kalen's surprise. Filled head to toe with the pleasant sensation of a rather warm and fuzzy feeling inside of his body, the young rogue does his best to stay focused upon the task at hand.
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99 Bottles of Mead on the Wall
The halfling now gone from the room, Borik seems to become somewhat more relaxed and at ease around his fellow kinsman. The old dwarf quickly finishes pouring himself a drink and then nestles back snugly into his chair. 'œNo worries Marak,' he states as he raises the frothy mug in a friendly toast to his companion, 'œAll will be set just right, fine, and dandy in but a couple of minutes!' The old dwarf then places the mug to his bearded lips and begins to drink loudly...
*Chug'¦Glug'¦Gug'¦GULP!*
Within moments Borik's mug is completely drained empty and other than the spattered bits of froth that remain upon his beard, its contents no more. 'œBy Moradin's Beard,' Borik exclaims excitedly, 'œDid that ever hit the spot!' He then continues, 'œHah! Mighty fine of you to come and pay this old dwarf a visit tonight Marak. I do believe that I was in need of some form of excitement more than I had thought!'
His nose starting to glisten red, Borik eyes the heavy cask greedily. "Shall we pour ourselves another then, eh kinsman?"
*Chug'¦Glug'¦Gug'¦GULP!*
Within moments Borik's mug is completely drained empty and other than the spattered bits of froth that remain upon his beard, its contents no more. 'œBy Moradin's Beard,' Borik exclaims excitedly, 'œDid that ever hit the spot!' He then continues, 'œHah! Mighty fine of you to come and pay this old dwarf a visit tonight Marak. I do believe that I was in need of some form of excitement more than I had thought!'
His nose starting to glisten red, Borik eyes the heavy cask greedily. "Shall we pour ourselves another then, eh kinsman?"
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Re: 99 Bottles of Mead on the Wall
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Re: 99 Bottles of Mead on the Wall
Borik gladly snatches up another mug of mead and begins drinking it, returning the toast to his companion. 'œA mighty fine toast der Marak! I do believe you are the best form of luck that I've had these past few weeks!' *Gulp* The old dwarf's cheeks redden and his eyes begin to glisten as he prepares a toast of his own. 'œHere's to fine dwarf women! May they all have beards, and walk bow-legged! At least, by the time that I'm done with dem! Har!'
The two dwarves continue to toast one another for several moments longer before Borik starts to realize that the drink is starting to get the better of him. A sour look falls upon his face as he begins to shake his head wildly. 'œBah," he excalims, "Oh how I hates gettin old! The grey-bearded dwarf then places his half-filled mug upon the table, adding, "I think that I might have reached my limit cuzin. My damned head is starting to cloud sumtin fierce! Maybe we should call it a night and let me get back to guarding these here books. After all, I don't want to wind up pulling latrine duty for being caught drunk on da job'¦*again*.'
The two dwarves continue to toast one another for several moments longer before Borik starts to realize that the drink is starting to get the better of him. A sour look falls upon his face as he begins to shake his head wildly. 'œBah," he excalims, "Oh how I hates gettin old! The grey-bearded dwarf then places his half-filled mug upon the table, adding, "I think that I might have reached my limit cuzin. My damned head is starting to cloud sumtin fierce! Maybe we should call it a night and let me get back to guarding these here books. After all, I don't want to wind up pulling latrine duty for being caught drunk on da job'¦*again*.'
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Re: 99 Bottles of Mead on the Wall
"WHAT????!!, *HIC*" Marak exclaims on Boriks last statement, trying ta sound a little bit drunk with much agitation in his voice. "Ye ain't old. Ain't no self respectin' Dwur gonna talk like dat! Dwur are made o' da mount'n, and do da mount'n feel old????!! NO IT DON'T! 'Sides, there ain't ner a folk dats *hic* gonna bother dis paper stuff while ders celebratin' ta be had and it be guarded by Borik da Brave!! I hear what dey say behind ye back, sayin' dat no one can guard anyting like ye can! Dey only make ye do crap like dis cuz dey gots ta make ye look bad sumhowz!...*Hic*. Dis be Celebratin' ye deserve!" Marak poors it on thick to convince him to drink. "I know what it be *Hic*, Ye just be SCARED dat I gonna be out drinkin' ya! Drink up yer mug, I d'not haul this keg up here ta have ya dent it and bugger out! What'd yer family tink?*BURRRRRRPPPPPP* So Drink up for ye family!"
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Re: Pew Kids in the Hall
Kalen moves swiftly to the closet, confident that he'll hear Marak when the dwarf has finished his drunken business. Quite aside from the question of smells, Kalen has no desire to subject his hiding skills to a series of bored eyes,
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