Complete 18+ Challenge Pormont SKÅL!

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Perhaps it wasn't until now-" She smiled to @Fiora Di Angelo, finishing her drink-

"But maybe Ronja is starting to learn a new entertaining thing to do." A long sigh showed Ronja's feelings for the drink that continued to warm her, at the same time that it made things... Considerably blurrier, but not that much. After all, they were just starting with their fun- But she couldn't lie, the alcohol sure felt quite loaded on these drinks. Perhaps it was to make this competition a bit quicker.

"Great, you need to drink responsibly." She nodded sagely, conveniently ignoring the fact she was grabbing her third large mug, filled with drink all the way to its top.

Ronja then went for another chug, with a bubbly chuckle escaping her lips as she went in for another one. As she finished it, she hiccupped while covering her mouth, and a faint flush crossed her cheeks both out of drunkness and out of embarrassment. "Sorry, hehe..." Her fingers remained resting on her lips, as she felt her balance falter, "That... That may be a good moment to keep up with your promise-" She giggled, not managing to keep on her feet for too long, and eventually, her legs failed her.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (15) = 15
DC 30 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 3

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Her cheeks flustered as the elf lowered her guard and paid the price with an answer too smooth to belong to a robot girl, smiling warmly with genuine albeit tipsy joy. "Well, next thing we have to try is some wine competition." Fiora added, ignoring the way Ronja's soul almost escaped from her to become a doppelganger, only to fuse again with it's owner, or at least so her eye was led to believe until she shooked off her head a little. Eyesight wasn't her best asset given her condition eitherway.

"Like you do?" She commented, hand reaching out to pick the third mug on a similar fashion as Ronja, ignoring the basic rules of pacing and simply chugging down, enough to feel a trail of alcohol down the corner of her lips. "I gotta admit, you might be half-dwarf. Didn'... Didn't expect you to last this long." Fiora nodded, pursed lips showing her surprise and approval alike for the magia.

The hiccup had to be a red flag, yet her mind was lagging behind thanks to the unrestrained bubbliness Ronja showcased, giggling to herself as her hand rose and her eye blinked in shock at the mug. Empty already?

"W-weh what?" Fiora took one step forth, her heart almost breaking through her chest with how hard it beat once Ronja begun to lose her posture, grasping onto the Magia's wrist, as her reaction was too late to pull the roguish moves she had imagined and planned, and instead sent both of them onto the floor, letting their mugs fly in the process. By the time she could see again, her back was all sore from falling like a plank, yet having Ronja tightly pressed against her, working as a makeshift pillow to cushion the drop.

The sharp pain on the back of her head was already starting to become a headache, but she mustered what's left of her dignity to wink back to her lover and put up a bubbly smile of her own. "Prince Charmless at your- HIC!"

---

Roll Result
1d100 (17) = 17

DC 30 | Fiora Di Angelo | Skal

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Bright Kat]

The bar was abuzz with the din of competitors and onlookers alike, with plenty of raucous laughter from the crowd as the competitors fell. Staff and other competitors were incredibly helpful in ensuring that nobody was too sick to continue and much to the delight of the onlookers, it seemed like everyone had moved on to the next round!

Though, despite everyone attempting to help her, Tipsy had yet to get up. Instead, she snored loudly on the ground near the bar, clearly having had enough for the moment. The bartenders discussed amongst themselves trying to move her, but the staff wasn't about to try, just in case she woke up mid-move. So, she was left to nap away while the remaining competitors were given their opponents for the next round.

Round 2

Rules

• This is a challenge and is private to only the players signed up for the event. If you wish to RP watching the drinking competition, please make your own separate thread and invite others to join you!
• All players compete on their own.
• The max word count is 400 words excluding BBcodes.
• Comms may be created to shit talk with your opponent.
• Each Cycle will be a self-contained round of drinking. Rules on this are explained on the right.

Setup

• Your goal is simple, drink as much as you can and prove how hardy you are by staying standing the entire time.
• You will compete in a drinking test against each other opponent until you are too drunk to stand back up, voluntarily give up, or all other competitors have been knocked out of the competition.
• Being the last person standing is not necessarily a victory, though it is likely. The competition is to see how much each person can drink, so points will be tallied based on the number of drinks you consume along with victories earned. If you can manage to drink a lot, even if you lose a round or two, you may still come out victorious!

Objective: SKÅL!

Mechanics
Each Cycle will be a round against your opponent, and you will each post until a character has fallen over from drinking too much. Once all participants have completed their round of competition, a new one will begin!

For each post you make, you must drink. Each drink causes a stacking debuff on your character, and it will get exponentially harder for you to stand with each pint you consume. Your DC is 5 for the first check, 15 for the second, 30 for the third, 50 for the fourth, 75 for the fifth, and 95 for each subsequent check where you and your opponent manage to remain standing, out of a d100 roll.

You will earn a point for every drink consumed, and 3 points for remaining standing when your opponent goes down. If you are the last person standing, you will earn a bonus of 10 points!

After each participant has finished their round, the loser must make a check to see if they can even get back up again. Once your character goes down, they must make a d100 check against X DC where X is the number of drinks you have consumed over the entire competition. If you fail, your character cannot continue.

**NEW MECHANIC** Players may, if they remain standing once their opponent has gone down, continue taking drinks to earn extra points. This will continue from their current drunken level, and the DC checks will continue to get harder with each drink. However, if at any point they fall over from their extra drinks, the extra 3 points from the round are forfeit. These extra drinks must be taken one roll at a time, until the player chooses to stop or falls over, and then all rolls will be tallied in one summary post. This summary post does not have a 400-word limit.

Tipsy will get up and resume competition if there is, at any point, an odd number of competitors.

If you have been eliminated, but still wish to RP, then let me know and I will make a Megathread for onlooking the remainder of the competition IC.

ROUND 2

@Vina Skysong [6] vs. @Luthien [6]
@Yugam [3] vs. @Fiora Di Angelo [3]
@Ronja Bubblyfoot [3] vs. @Lune [1]

Point totals are next to each player's name for reference.

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[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The crash got Ronja to groan a bit, though the softness of @Fiora Di Angelo's cushioning skills saved her from any bigger harm. The magia giggled a bit, tripping on her words before finally mustering a full sentence: "Ronja's hero..." With another giggle, she gave a gentle kiss on the elf's cheek, taking a moment to recompose herself and stand, with her eyes clicking twice and retracting like camera lens before they went back to normal.

"O-Oh! Another round?" She blinked. And it seemed like it was with someone else too. She looked at her girlfriend with a faint smile. "It is a shame it ended so quickly. But the wine drinking sounded fun, we need to try it later." She clasped her hands together, "Be careful with the drinking!" A small warn, and she turned to her new opponent.

Taking her mug with both of her hands, she licked her lips, looking up at @Lune and tilting her head.

"Ronja is sure you were just fooling around when you fell a few minutes ago..." She approached the mug to her lips. "You look way too tough to fall just for one drink-" And then, she went for a chug.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (52) = 52
DC 5 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 4

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

The landing could have been worse, but whatever physical afflictions she had were instantly "mended" the second Ronja pecked her cheek. "I'd love to see you be my hero the next round." She muttered a quiet giggle inbetween groans, waiting for the magia to push herself up before following suit, slightly slower on her ascent, stretching backwards to crack her shoulders.

Fiora rose a brow once another round was announced and each participant shuffled with a different contestant. "Free drinks, I ain't complaining." She shrugged, hands resting on her hips as she set eyes on Ronja. "I'll just ask Elias for Hanrift's finest wine and see what he got in store. But for now let's try to survive this competition." A lighthearted wave bid her lover goodbye. "Likewise! Keep a hand on the table if you need it!" The alcohol helped to kept her from worrying more than she should.

@Yugam's face, though... If there's one way to sober her up, it's by making her face this man or Luthien, the equivalent of a cold shower to set her monotony back where it belonged, even if the alcohol in her system fought back against the fun inhibitors Fiora clearly possessed.

"Let's get this round over with." Her hand abruptly snapped onto one of the mugs, lifting it up to her lips to chug it down.

---

Roll Result
1d100 (22) = 22

DC 5 | Fiora Di Angelo | Skal

 

[Lune]

After waiting for some time, it was time for round two. Her opponent was selected, a magia girl named @Ronja Bubblyfoot who spoke in third person. Isn't this kind of cheating? Didn't magia process consumables differently? Also, that name seemed familiar. Ronja, Ronja...

Ah, Ronja. Fiora's Ronja. It was so long ago that she heard the name. Makes sense that the green-haired angry woman is also here with Yugam too. "Nah, I was just getting started." The woman cracked her neck, before picking up the alcoholic beverage as the other did the same. "My powers have doubled now."

Nodding, she braced herself for the second wave of alcohol. "Let's go. Cheers." Gulping down the tankard in one go, Lune managed to finish it and slammed the mug back on the table. This time, she wasn't easily defeated by the alcohol.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (91) = 91
DC 5 | Lune | Skal

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Finishing her chug, Ronja released her lips from the mug, letting out a pleased sigh and watching @Lune finishing her drink without any trouble. "Yes! We are just getting started!" Ronja cheered on, going for another mug, and reaching for a second one to hand it to her opponent, that was more of a drinking companion than anything else.

"We can't stop now, the night is young. And with a double power? Ronja can only envy you!" She took a brief sip, just to prepare her tongue again, licking her lips and looking at the red haired, waiting for when she was ready. "Let's gh-" She barely allowed herself to finish her words, already letting all the drink flow down.

Her cheeks soon became colored once again, and her pupils turned foggy as the drink started taking effect once again. Even if she was with her balance just fine, and it was only the second drink, the drinks from the last round were starting to pile up.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (50) = 50
DC 15 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 5

 

[Yugam]

Score: 4
Drunk: 1/5

Gripping the edge of the table, Yugam hauled himself back onto his feet with a huff. Stuff was stronger than he'd initially thought. "Good round," the man half-slurred at his partner before everyone began to shuffle about to their next competitor. Not that he was going to let that stop him. He was tied for second at least? Or third, depending on how the next couple rounds went, the man was too drunk to really care enough to figure it out.

He did care enough, however, to roll his eyes and shake his head when Fiora sat down in front of him and immediately make her displeasure know. "Oh, grow the fuck up, Fiora," quickly getting tired of the woman's holier-than-thou attitude. No amount of alcohol was going to make that woman tolerable if she was going to start like this.

@Vina Skysong | @Fiora Di Angelo

Roll Result
1d100 (44) = 44
vs DC5: Success! +1 point
Yugam | Skal!

 

[Luthien]

Score: 7
Drunkness: 1/5

It didn’t take long before the next round was announced, a cheeky grin given to the foxy woman who had been her boyfriend’s opponent while @Yugam wandered off to a different table. "Not gonna lie, didn’t think I’d actually be tied for first place after matching with Tipsy." A final sip of water was taken before she placed the glass down, taking a deep breath in preparation as a new round of mead was served for them all.

"Name’s Lúthien, nice to meet ya." The vixen seemed slightly familiar, though the elf wasn;t sure if it was just her mind playing tricks or if they’d actually met before… but introducing oneself could never really hurt, right? "Skål~!"

If Vina would allow it the blonde would clack their tankards together along with the cheer, before she worked on gulping the contents down in one go. "Ugh...!" The now empty stein was placed down on the table, before a halfhearted burp left the elf as she composed herself. "Why couldn’t it be honey vodka instead…"

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Chug Chug Chug!
1d100 (14) = 14
❰ Success! ❱
DC 5 | Lúthien | SKÅL!

@Vina Skysong

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

"I got enough dealing with your actions, so spare me the barking." She let the first mug on the side of the table, and leaned down to pick up a second. Her grip tensed up a little more than she wanted once she grasped the second mug, and it was this realization that saved it from ending like a squashed soda can, let alone spilling the contents outside of it.

The contents were bitter this time, the liquor betrayed her at the same time it invigorates. She was nearing the limit, and she knew it was best to tap out here before she could regret it, and she most certainly was already as the effects from both things had begun to affect her judgement-

And the idea of dragging him out to settle things started to grow up on her, from a thought into a need, even if she knew better given the situation.

After a few seconds she let the mug off her lips and back down on the table. "It's not the time... Or place." She concluded.

---

Roll Result
1d100 (10) = 10

DC 15 | Fiora Di Angelo | Skal

 

[Lune]

Smirking, Lune received the mug from Ronja. "You're fun, let's go another round." Same drink as before, she should be able to process this one with no problem. The question was how much before it all stacks up.

Raising the tankard and nodding toward the magia, before dunking the whole content of the mug into her mouth, chugging the drink aggressively before wiping her mouth.

"I can definitely feel the second batch kicking my chest."

Setting aside the empty mug, she went ahead and grabbed another pair of beverages. "Another?" One brow raised, she asked the other woman. The rule was, of course, to drink mead, beer, or wine as much as possible, but there was always a possibility of someone not wanting to puke or drop down ragdolling onto the ground after the alcohol poisoning finally got to them.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (58) = 58
DC 15 | Lune | Skal

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

As Ronja finished her drink, she placed a hand over her lips, this time to cover a silent burp rather than a hiccup, with her cheeks now flaring as she looked at @Lune, smiling widely at the compliment. "Thank you. Ronja thinks you are very fun too." She said, chirpy as she slowly shifted to look at @Yugam and @Fiora Di Angelo, listening to a complaint, followed by disdain.

Her drink companion opponent's words escaped her ears as she watched Fiora stumble away, and a general bitter aftertaste lingered in her tongue, only being snapped out of it when a drink was shoved on her chest, forcing her to grab it.

"Uh- Huh!" Ronja blinked, looking the drink, then the red haired, mustering a smile and nodding.

"Y-Yes! Another. The first of many- Or well, the third of many." She offered a cheers, holding it with both of her hands before the clank sealed the start of another round, and Ronja poured it all down.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (64) = 64
DC 30 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 6

 

[Lune]

"Yes, hopefully many more." Once more, the whole mug in one go. Lune held her breath because the smell of alcohol was slowly overpowering, even if it was only a mere beer.

The energy crystal was reacting; she could feel it trying to expend energy to put her out of the drunk state. The redness that was forming on her face quickly dissipated, her body was visibly emitting steam as she paused after that second drink, and she shook her head.

"Again."

Signaling the drink opponent to grab the tankard readily available to their side, Lune went ahead and already gulped that one down once more. The taste was borderline disgusting.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (85) = 85
DC 30 | Lune | Skal

 

[Vina Skysong]

Score: 7
Drunkenness: 1/5

Despite her attempts at waking Tipsy up it looked like the drunkard was quite happy remaining asleep for now. After gently rolling the blonde human onto her side so she wouldn't be in danger of potentially choking herself (if she did end up barfing) Vina got up, walking back towards where she could get a tankard of water for herself. After three drinks she was definitely feeling the alcohol doing its rounds, the vixen slowly emptying a tankard and feeling the cold, fresh liquid within spreading through her body and clearing her head.

Phew! Much better~

With a quick shake of her head and a smile Vina walked back towards @Yugam and the elf who'd joined them, giving the swordsman a friendly wave.

Good luck in the next round~!

Vina hadn't expected to win the previous round, given how Yugam looked like quite the tough customer. She figured that he'd just drank too quickly or something and that she was lucky the alcohol had managed to hit him that hard in the first round. With genuine well-wishes out of the way she turned towards her next friendly opponent, her tail wagging as she got her next tankard ready as well.

Tipsy's an expert in all aspects of drinking... including how to get drunk~ (She chuckled.) But it was the same for me. Don't worry, she'll be fine, and probably wake up and keep drinking after we've both already tapped out for the rest of the evening~

This one seemed to be very friendly, just like Vina herself. The songstress's smile brightened as Luthien introduced herself, lifting her tankard as she returned the gesture.

Nice meeting you as well Luthien~ I'm Vina Skysong. Let's have some fun~! Skål~!

With pleasantries exchanged and toasts made Vina gulped down her next drink, feeling the warm liquid join its kind in her stomach. The water had done her a lot of good, and after emptying the container she placed it back down on the table to get a refill.

Are you all right? It goes down better if you take it slow. (She patted Luthien on the shoulder.) With someone like Tipsy taking part they can only afford the cheap stuff I think. Do you drink often?

Rolls

SKÅL!
1d100 (75) = 75
DC 5 | Vina Skysong | Round 2

@Luthien

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"Yeah..." She spoke, casting another glance at the door, noticing that Fiora indeed wouldn't come back. She mumbled slightly, sniffing her nose and taking the tankard with a grateful nod. "Thanks-" Her cheeks were red as tomatoes, and her voice was a bit strange, with the tongue not rolling as smoothly as it should when she spoke.

The alcohol bubbled in her biomagitechnological body, and after another chug, she released a huff through her nostrils, slamming the tankard and grumbling.

"Bwaah-!" She groaned. "This drink is good, but you know, you know, Reddie, life is annoying at times!" Her lips pursed, pushing her side against @Lune's, leaning away and pouting.

"The real life sucks, and then, and then- You go to game, because the game is fun, game is good, you can be what you be and then, and then! Now it sucks too! Y-You get it, you get it, right, Reddie?" She hiccuped, with teary eyes, reaching for another tankard. "Moar, moar! Bwaaaaah-!" She tried to drink an empty tankard, at least until she was offered the actual refill.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (79) = 79
DC 50 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 7

 

[Luthien]

Score: 8 (5th drink)
Drunkness: 2/5

Her chuckles mingle with Vina’s and her keen observation of the permanent fixture in this bar, nodding her agreement as their tankards are refilled for another round. "If anyone could outdrink her they’d deserve the title of Ale King or Queen." The lander was a force to be reckoned with, especially when it came to alcohol, but despite her gruff exterior Tipsy had proven to be quite amicable.

Never judge a book by its cover~ A thanks is given as the steins are placed before both women again, the foam threatening to spill over the edge, and the elf can’t help but groan ever so lightly at the sight. The pat on her shoulder shifts her attention from the local brew to the local vixen, before Lúthien gives her opponent a reassuring smile—or at least she hopes it looks like that.

"I’ll be fine, beer’s just never really been my thing." Cheap and effective in getting you from sober to drunk, sure, but not exactly palatable to the tongue… especially when compared to the variety of options available in the real world. "That said their mead isn’t too bad."

A hand reaches for the handle as the elf takes one deep breath in preparation, before flashing Vina a wide grin as she raised her tankard for the fifth time. "Skål~!"

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Chug Chug Chug!
1d100 (64) = 64
❰ Success! ❱
DC 15 | Lúthien | SKÅL!

@Vina Skysong

 

[Vina Skysong]

Score: 8
Drunkenness: 2/5

If it's the Ale King that'd be a job for my friend Zelrius. I think he got that title a couple of years back~

Vina hadn't been present for that, but she did remember being told about it. She wouldn't have guessed his liver to be so formidable to outlast everyone else, but results were results. The vixen smiled at the thought.

But it's a real shame he isn't here so Tipsy could challenge him for the title.

Luthien's smile was answered with Vina's own along with a twitch of her ears. An encouraging nod followed as Luthien pointed out that their current beverage was more suitable for getting drunk than actually enjoying the process of getting there.

It's not too bad I think. A little bit of honey would do wonders, but the real treat is the company, isn't it~? Skål~!

Her second drink of the second round went down a little bit less smoothly than the first, with Vina wondered in the back of her head how long she could keep this up before she fell over. Still, she answered Luthien's grin, and once her tankard was empty she placed it back down and let out a pleased sigh.

Rolls

SKÅL!
1d100 (58) = 58 (Success!)
DC 15 | Vina Skysong | Round 2

@Luthien

 

[Luthien]

Score: 9 (6th drink)
Drunkness: 3/5

"I’ve heard about that," Who hadn’t really? The contest was a legendary tale that was often passed down by Starcalled and Landers alike, the proof being all the new players who hadn’t been around for the first iteration of TerraSphere but still knew about the title. "Shame it hasn’t come up since though, would’ve loved to give it a shot."

Perhaps it was the enjoyable conversation, or maybe she’d just drank enough to get used to them by now, but Lúthien found her second drink of the round to go down easier than the ones before it had. "Let’s be real, honey makes everything better." Pity that these meads had been fermented to the point where the sweetness of the honey no longer remained, though that's exactly why each tankard was dangerous… the alcohol on these things could probably rival the one found in wine, and they were all drinking it quite merrily.

"Damn, talk about getting a second wind." Her attention drifts for a moment to Lune and Ronja as the duo continues to slam back mug after mug, taking a moment to cheer on both of her friends as their own glasses are refilled once more. A glance towards Yugam confirms he’s also standing, though by now there’s no sign of Fiora in the room. No way she got eliminated already… right?

With their next round ready the elf turns back to her own opponent, raising her mug just like before and clinking it with Vina’s as the now customary cheer slips from her lips. "Skål~!"

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Chug Chug Chug!
1d100 (69) = 69
❰ Success! ❱
DC 30 | Lúthien | SKÅL!

@Vina Skysong

 

[Yugam]

Score: 5
Drunk: 2/5

What else could Yugam do but drink from his pint with a frown. She wasn't wrong in that it was not the time, but she could still at least pretend to not be a bitch. Before Yugam knew it, the whole glass was gone, and the man set it down with a thud.

"Let's at least talk later, a'ight?" the man asked. A much larger leap than he would normally take for someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with him. But it wasn't just about him, it was about their entire friend group. They weren't kids, the least they could all do was talk. Maybe not see eye to eye, but the abrasiveness could at least end.

In the end, Yugam watched Fiora slink off, his eyes following her.

@Vina Skysong | @Fiora Di Angelo

Roll Result
1d100 (92) = 92
vs DC15: Success, +1 point
DC15 | Yugam | SKAL!

 

[Lune]

"Mmhmm, hmm hmm." She just nodded as Ronja rambled many, many complex things. Or maybe there was no content in the conversation itself? Either way, Lune didn't comprehend. "Yeah, I don't understand, but I kind of get it."

Placing the empty tankard on another table, she could already feel her head spinning as she tried to walk steadily. It looks like the regenerative power couldn't keep up with how fast she was getting drunk.

"Let's go, another one. To the shitty life!"

Getting tired of beer, she ended up grabbing a mug of mead instead. For her, the taste was twice as disgusting when she was already intoxicated like this.

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (56) = 56
DC 50 | Lune | Skal