[PP-F1] Smoking and Alcohol (Ronin)

[Hydra 0]

"Bleh..." Hydra pushed himself away from the bar and let out a slight burp. The spearman had been drinking in one of the cheaper taverns found in the Town of Beginnings. As he moved off from the bar stool the brunette accidentally stumbled up on his own feet spilling the cup of ale he was holding all over a near by player. "Who*hiccup*...whoops. Hehe sorry about that." He said scratching his back his body swaying left to right. "You got a problem..." The large figure stood up and pushed Hydra backwards, they seemed rather angry although Hydra could not make out if they were a man or a woman. The brunette was a little taken a back by there behavior, then again he wasn't sober. "I said sorry didn't I..." This clearly aggravated the player more, they grasped Hydra by the scruff of his neck. All the brunette could do was meagerly call out for "Help..." Before dozing off as a punch flew towards him.

@Ronin

Edited April 11, 2016 by Hydra

[Ronin 0]

"A hip anda' hey, a hey anda' ho! A jib anda' jab anda' way weee go!"  Ronin was singin' his little heart out inside the tavern, practically dancing up on top of his bar stool and swinging his mug around in one hand and his lit cigarette around in the other with great drunken glee.  "Aha!" he cried out as he spotted some commotion taking place a little ways down the bar counter.  He lifted his eyebrows as high as they could go, crinkling up his forehead and making him look rather crazy.  He could see, even in his intoxicated state, that someone had done something and now someone wasn't too happy about the something that'd been done and was plannin' to do something bad to the someone whom had done it!

"WHEW! whadda' mouth full!" blurted the blacksmith, having silently mouthed all that whilst thinking it and nearly passed out from the strenuous effort.  While he couldn't be sure who had instigated the little skirmish in the works, he knew through years of experience that the bar was no place for egos and pride.  We were all good drunken people here and you had to relax and keep from crying over spilt beer, at all costs!  A tavern was about brotherhood and drinking alongside and embracing your fellow man!  So then, it was up to Ronin now, to uphold that golden rule and go lend a hand.

As he stepped up from his bar stool to the top of the counter, his weathered boots thumped amid jingling glasses, swishing booze and in a few steps he had arrived at the scene to find a massive oaf of a man? ...'er was it a woman?  Regardless, this person was huge and preparing to throw a mighty punch into the face of what looked to be a much smaller and maybe even unconscious man.  "Annnnnnd WHAMMO!" spat the chain smoking blacksmith, delivering a mighty boot right to the side of the giant oaf's head.  The mountain of a person's body instantly went limp and he fell like a mighty tree, crashing onto the floor, knocked out cold.  "YAAAAAAAY" erupted various voices in the small tavern, prompting Ronin to dance a little victory jig up on the counter whilst taking a long drag at his ciggy. 

Turning his attention to the one whom had almost received a beating, Ronin hopped down and scooped his arm beneath the man's head, cradling him in a sorta' one armed drunken fashion.  "Aya laddie' wakey wakey!  There's still plenty o' more booze fer us my friend!"  encouraged the swordsman, trying to coax the man back into the waking world.

Edited April 12, 2016 by Ronin

[Hydra 0]

"What...?" The harsh light from the tavern's chandelier pierced Hydra's eyes. Someone was holding his head back. "Am I...dead?" The spearman slowly raised his arm towards the light as though he had seen an angel. After a few moments his senses returned, it was the most anti-climatic moment of his life, but he didn't care because the effect of alcohol lingered on his mind and body. The brunette bodies jolted upwards into a seated position. His head cranked towards the drunken chain smoker, his eyes hungry for more booze. "Aye!" He cheered raising a tankard before staggering up to his feet and over to the counter. "Ish like five bearSs please..." He slammed his mug down hard, "3 forr mesh and 8 for thsi guy." He threw a lazy point towards Ronin before turning his head. "You plays darts?" There was a brief pause as he sized up the opponent. "I bets you 42 coll I win..." He stumbled back over all the ale in his hand, and over to the darts board hoping his drunk acquaintance would follow.

 

[Ronin 0]

As the chain smoker watched the unconscious man quickly come back to life in his arm, his eyes grew wide as the man shot right back up to his feet and ordered another round.  "Right o!" cried Ronin, springing back to his feet to join him.  His curiosity piqued when he heard the man challenging him to a game of darts and placing a wager on their match nonetheless.  "Forty two Col you say?!  Count me in!" replied the smoker, stepping on top of the knocked out massive mountain of a man's gut as he made his way toward the dart board.  Licking his lips as he stared at the tasty brews in his new friend's hands, Ronin couldn't wait to have another drink and win himself some Col! 

As they arrived near the dart board, the swordsman stepped right up, pulled the six darts out of the board and then walked back over to the gentleman he had followed over.  "You first..." he insisted, extending the three darts with blue fetching toward the guy in offering.

(OOC: Use the Perma Roller to roll your dart throws and keep track of your score.  We will use the LD numbers and only natural rolls count.  Three throws per turn and we'll go first to 50.  Lemme know if you have anything else to add that could make it more fun!)

SCOREBOARD

Round 1

Blue Darts • Hydra: 0 pts | Ronin: 0 pts • Red Darts

Edited April 12, 2016 by Ronin

[Hydra 0]

Hydra snatched the blue darts out of the players hand. "Watch's this..." The spearman placed his hand on the counter to balance himself upright, before pushing his foot back and aiming at the dart's board. He let out a battle cry and threw three darts in rapid a flurry not particularly aiming for any spot on the board. The first dart flew of to the side hitting the wood and recoiling back off cutting a passer by's hand. They didn't seem to take any damage but screamed out shortly fainting afterwards. The second dart found it's target hitting the board where a few points could be gathered. The brunette turned to Ronin and stuck his thumb up with a happy smile spread on his face.  The final dart hit a low scorer. Hydra stumbled backwards and bowed to the chain smoker whilst gesturing to the firing position.

ID# 56412 results:

Loot: 2

ID# 56413 results:

Loot: 11

ID# 56414 results:

Loot: 5

(OOC: Only the worse the roll, the worse thing that happens. For example if I were to roll a crit fail I may accidentally throw it at someone's forehead)

Blue Darts • Hydra: 18 pts | Ronin: 0 pts • Red Darts

 

Edited April 13, 2016 by Hydra

[Ronin 0]

Ronin had taken the opportunity to pound down a fresh brewski or two whilst his new friend was throwing his blue darts at the board.  He cringed and winced as the one came ricocheting off the wood and hit someone else.  There seemed to be people dropping left and right inside this little tavern lately and Ronin felt right at home with all the drunken madness.  "Righty o! ...nah too shabby at all..." he shouted after all three of the man's darts had been thrown, stepping promptly up to the spot that his beer-buying buddy had gestured toward. 

As his weathered boots thumped into position, he licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, lifting all three of the darts up at once and lookin' down the length of them like some kinda' sniper lining up his kill shot.  BURRRRP!  He belched as he suddenly flicked his wrist and let his three arrows all fly at the same time!  As each of his darts sunk well and true into the board, he cranked his fist back in a celebratory fashion.  "Oh yeah!" he cheered, stuffing the filter of his ciggy between his lips and taking a hard pull.  He stepped forth and pulled his three red darts and the two blue darts from the board, before turning back and scanning the floor for the third blue dart.  "Aha!" he spat, spotting it and pouncing on it like some kinda' wild cougar.

  "Yer up!" he said, heading back toward his opponent and handing him his three blue darts.  The blacksmith dart thrower than turned his attention toward the many beers awaiting his consumption.  "Come to papa!"

Throws:

1st. ID# 56416 results: Loot: 7

2nd. ID# 56417 results: Loot: 9

3rd. ID# 56418 results: Loot: 12

 

SCOREBOARD

Round 1

Blue Darts • Hydra: 18 pts | Ronin: 28 pts • Red Darts

Edited April 13, 2016 by Ronin

[Hydra 0]

"Ooh" Hydra clapped his hands together as he watched the trick shot. "Tha's pretty good!" The brunette looked at the score board and his heart sunk, he was ten points his opponent. After receiving the darts he fell to his knee's and cried out "Why! 42 col is everything." Tears began rolling down his cheek... a brief moment passed as his thoughts regathered, then he shot a look at the chain smoker who was occupied drinking beer "Alright, I'll show you! I never watched Dragonbalzz but Saiyan mode... ACTIVATE!" He shot back onto his feet and readied his hand whilst half screaming in a drunken rage over the small amount of col.

The first dart flew off to the side hitting someone in the 'special area', there screams filled the tavern more than any one else. Hydra glared at them "Don't ruin my's moment" The second one hit a low scorer which only aggravated the spearman more. Finally through a stroke of pure luck skill he sent one of the dart's flying in towards the center of the board. Almost hitting bulls eye. "Ahah!" He raised his fist in the air and jumped upwards. His knuckles cracked against the ceiling and he fell to the floor sobbing waiting for the smoker to take his turn.

ID# 56420 results:

Loot: 2

ID# 56421 results:

Loot: 8

ID# 56422 results:

Loot: 17

SCOREBOARD

Round 1

Blue Darts • Hydra: 45 pts | Ronin: 28 pts • Red Darts

Edited April 13, 2016 by Hydra

[Ronin 0]

At the mention of this draggin' ballz Zee' thing... Ronin pursed his lips in thought.  It sounded kinda' familiar but he couldn't place it.  Shrugging, he took another gulp of his brewski and watched his drunken pal prepare to throw his darts once again.  So far, Ronin was leading in their match, but he might not be for long.  They had made a deal of first to fifty, and the smoker had a bad feeling that this game might end right here and now... 

"Ah! So close..." he said, relieved when his opponent's last dart had struck the board and it was now Ronin's turn.  He looked at the scoreboard, seeing that his foe had only been five points away from fifty.  "Woooweee... I'll hafta' nail this if I wanna' win this one..." he grumbled, stepping up into position and pursing his lips around his lit cigarette.  He huffed and puffed at it as he narrowed his eyes on the board, preparing to make his throws.  On the first round, he had gone for the three at once method and he figured that might serve him well again, however he was feeling a little more courageous due to his alcohol consumption and decided to have a little fun.

Peeking back toward his opponent, Ronin held up two of his darts.  "I'm only going to throw these two bad boys this turn... the third... well..." his voice trailed off as he moved over to the table and dropped the third red dart into a full mug of beer.  He then plucked his cig from his lips, lifted the brim of the mug to his lips and proceeded to chug the entire contents, including the dart.  GULP!  "Ahhh... refres *hicc* freshing..."  Staggering back over to the line and eyeballing the board with enhanced drunkenness, Ronin grinned and swayed back and forth.

"And away... we go!!!" he spat, flinging his arm wildly and sending the two red darts sailing toward the board.  As the darts landed on the eleven and the fifteen, the smoker spun around and cheered.  "OH [censored] YEAH!! Time to p... pay up!"

Throws:

1st. ID# 56425 results: Loot: 11

2nd. ID# 56426 results: Loot: 15

3rd. swallowed by Ronin *GULP*

SCOREBOARD

Round 2

Blue Darts • Hydra: 45 pts | Ronin: 54 pts • Red Darts

WINNER: RONIN

Edited April 13, 2016 by Ronin

[Hydra 0]

"Damn it..." Hydra pushed the coins towards his opponent, a sulky expression on his face. "This games stupid." He withdrew his spear and threw it at the board in a rage, causing it to break and fall off the wall. *Hiccup* The spearman seemed to forget about what he just did and wandered over to the counter. "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE PUNKS!" Everyone in the tavern seemed to roar at both Hydra and his drunken friend. The brunette blinked a few times confused and spaced out, he had forgotten about hitting the guy in the 'special area' and now he had broken the darts bored by going slightly over board.

An ugly oaf placed a hand on his shoulder, he said in a rasp voice "Light's out...", the spearman looked up at the chandelier... "Theres on?" The oaf face palmed himself at Hydra's stupidity and then he raised his hand to throw a punch in his direction. This time everyone seemed to be getting involved, a crowd was gathering around the chain smoker as well. Hydra raised his eyebrows, "Oh I see what you're after." Slowly he reached above his head and pulled the small chandelier down from the ceiling, an intent glare on his face. "I hope you like wax..." His voice was dark and sinister as he prepared for a fight.

-42 col

-Part 2 TAVERN BRAWL!

 

 

Edited April 18, 2016 by Hydra

[Ronin 0]

+42 Col!

Snatching up his winnings from the dart game, Ronin nodded his head in approval and pocketed the Col.  He pursed his lips at what happened next and looked rather sadly at the destroyed dart board, knowing he might've liked to play another round...  He couldn't dwell on this for too long however, for in the next moment all hell seemed to be breaking loose.  One minute things had been pretty chill and suddenly his darts opponent was ripping the chandelier from the ceiling and preparing for a fight.  

Ronin was no slouch when it came to throwin' down and he had already defended this brown haired lad once before.  Wasting no time, he palmed the top of a wooden chair, ripping it away from the floor and stepping forth toward three drunk bastards who were preparing to jump his buddy.  "You wanna' piece!?" growled the blacksmith, swinging the chair wildly through the air and losing his balance.  He went crashing right through a table, missing all three of his targets and winding up on the floor with beer and french fires spilled all over him.  "Ugh...  damnit..." he grunted, trying to work his way back to his feet.

Before he could get up the three drunks came rushing over and began stomping him with their dirty boots!

Edited April 25, 2016 by Ronin

[Hydra 0]

"Ahahaha!" Hydra chuckled to himself as he spun around in a circle, his vast array of candles finding it's mark on three other drunks. A surge of sickness rushed through the brunette's body. "Jus' give me a secs" he said raising his hand and leaning over the counter to vomit. The drunks looked at each shrugged then proceeded to whack Hydra several times with empty tankards. "How could my chandelier fail!" He whined whilst still half vomiting. He quickly stood back up and whipped the candles around which were somehow still lit. "En Garden! ...or something like that." he mumbled preparing to attack again.

As he moved forward he knocked one of the drunks out. Crouching down the player almost stumbled over his body and managed to find a sweet looking coin that had dropped to the floor.

ID# 56610 results:

Loot: 15 (+1 mats)

 

 

Edited April 18, 2016 by Hydra

[Ronin 0]

Watching the chandelier wielding madman work his magic, Ronin nodded his head in approval.  He wobbled a bit too and fro, and took the opportunity to go and grab a quick swig of his beer.  They still had a quite a few unfinished or even untouched mugs sitting on their table and he wasn't about to let them go to waste.  Arching an eyebrow, Ronin saw his opening and gripped his trusty wooden chair, rushing forth into the fray. 

"YEYEYEYEYEYEYEEEE!!!" he spat in some wild, high-pitched battle cry, launching into the air and landing in the middle of three of the drunken goons.  Spinning on his heels in a three-sixty, he gripped the wooden chair with both hands and busted that [censored] right across the faces of all three brawlers.  The wooden chair exploded in his hands, splintering off and causing maximum damage to his foes!  "Yeah!  Go to sleep!"  he grumbled, dropping the busted chair pieces and turning to look at his drunken friend.  "On-only... three moar?!"

 

Edited April 25, 2016 by Ronin

[Hydra 0]

The sound of crashing and banging roared through the air, Hydra glanced over his shoulder to see he was once again being bested by the other player. Grumbling to himself he turned back around and engaged in the tavern brawl. Flailing madly about with the candles he watched as each one dissipated into crystals. "Nots immortals?" He thought to himself. Realizing they must have been in another players tavern. The brunette was already midway through swing however and couldn't stop, he hurtled straight past the opposition and tumbled out one of the nearby windows which had a ditch dug out beneath it. "ARGALG!" He screamed the world around him turning into a blur. Somehow he managed to take down one of the other drunks with him.