Complete 18+ Challenge Pormont SKÅL!

[Bright Kat]

Score: She Doesn't Care
Drunkness: 2/5

Tipsy couldn't help but laugh as the man seemed to cringe at the booze on offer.

"You should see what the swill tastes like when it isn't the harvest festival! This in comparison is basically top shelf."

Another boisterous laugh, as the bartender glared at her from behind the counter, handing her another mug. Tipsy was probably lucky she was so helpful around town and basically a regular around these parts, or else they might have considered kicking her out for her crude comments. Paying the bartender no mind, Tipsy grabbed the new mug and once again cleanly cleared her mug of ale.

"Or just do what I do and drink constantly, then the taste doesn't matter as much."

More boisterous laughter. Tipsy was certainly in a jovial mood with this "opponent". He seemed nice, and she was so far in her cups that it probably wasn't possible to have a bad time at this point.

Roll Result
1d100 (42) = 54
vs DC15: Success!
Tipsy Skidshot | Round 4

@Yugam

 

[Vina Skysong]

Score: 15
Drinks: 12
Drunkenness: 4

Really~? It makes sense to me~

Vina winked before giggling and watching the magia reach for her tail almost reverentially. The tail remained steady under Ronja's touch, allowing the brunette to enjoy the feeling of the soft, silken fur underneath her fingers. Vina nodded enthusiastically as the fluffiness of her tail was praised, her ears twitching.

Thanks~! I take good care of it~

Curiously it seemed that petting the tail had actually helped Ronja regain some clarity. Vina liked her tail a lot, but she wasn't used to it actually having healing properties. The thought made her giggle again.

Maybe petting my tail could help her as well~ But first we have to finish this round~

Whatever curative properties Vina's tail had weren't powerful enough to completely undo Ronja's intoxication, as became apparent when the brunette returned to her state of near incoherency after the next drink. Vina looked at her own tankard, then shrugged and gulped it down.

Once the tankard was empty she almost dropped it, the vixen hiccupping and blinking slowly.

Oh dear~ That one hit hard~

Rolls

SKÅL!
1d100 (52) = 52 (Success!)
DC 50 | Vina Skysong | Round 4

@Ronja Bubblyfoot

 

[Yugam]

Score: 18
Drinks Done Been Drunk: 15
Drunk: 3/5

Yugam was somewhere between extremely concerned for the alcoholic he now found himself competing against, and flat out amused by her antic. A quick glance at the bartender, and it was obvious that the man was not happy about Tipsy's accusations, which could only mean that they were probably true. And that only made the whole situation even more amusing.

"Well, you're certainly not wrong there," the man said with a chuckle of his own, and he took his next drink from the bartender and followed Tipsy's lead, although with less fervor and grace (if you could even call it that) than she. "I take it you live around here?" the man asked, doing his best to ignore the bitter taste of whatever the hell it was he was drinking at this point. "Got any advice for where to find a warm bed? I have a distinct feeling I'm going to need one tonight...and maybe the next couple days." Yugam didn't even want to think about the hangover he was going to get after this. "Bartender, could I get some water, please?"

@Bright Kat

Roll Result
1d100 (34) = 34
vs DC30: Success! +1 point
DC30 | Yugam | Skal!

 

[Bright Kat]

Score: She Doesn't Care
Drunkness: 3/5

Tipsy couldn't help but laugh as the man requested water. Middle of a drinking competition, and he was starting to falter. Tipsy clucked her tongue in response, as she took her next drink.

"If you're not careful, the warmest bed you'll get in this competition is the dirt."

Tipsy wasn't trying to be cruel, however, as she winked at the man. She hoped he could see that the trash talk was all in good fun. A part of her drunken mind knew that she had already lost, so she really had no place to talk. But she was having a good time, and nobody had kicked her out yet, so she'd keep playing her part.

"Honestly, all the inns should be extra cleaned up for the festival, but I can't speak to how expensive that will make their rooms right now. Of course, if you really want to sleep it off, just curl up in a haystack in a barn somewhere. Sometimes that's my go-to when I don't have the coin after a bender."

Tipsy was a bit more serious as she downed this drink, her face a bit red. The alcohol was starting to hit her a bit harder now, even though her tolerance should have been through the roof. She looked at the bartender, and she wondered if he had given her something a bit stronger, but all she was met with was a sly grin as she handed the mug back.

Roll Result
1d100 (34) = 34
vs DC30: Success!
Tipsy Skidshot | Round 4

@Yugam

 

[Yugam]

Score: 18
Drinks Done Been Drunk: 16
Drunk: 4/5

"Oh, a warm bed I am not hurting for, believe you me," Yugam said with a jovial grin, taking to Tipsy's antics a little bit more by the second. The bartender who was filling their drinks, however, did not seem to be, as he continued to glower at the pair like they were soiling his perfectly pristine seats. Or at least Tipsy was, he hardly seemed to glance at Yugam, even as he handed the man his...how many drinks was he into now?

No matter, Yugam listened and nodded for a moment to the local's knowledge on where he might find a place to sleep for the night before he began to knock back his next pint. Oh...the world was spinning again. "Ya know, a haystack ain't soundin' too bad right now..." the man said woozily before he suddenly found himself very well acquainted with the dirt. "Yeah...the dirt is definitely not as warm as Luth...Zero stars on Yelp..."

@Bright Kat

Roll Result
1d100 (5) = 5
vs DC50: Fail
DC 50 | Yugam | SKAL!

Roll Result
1d100 (90) = 90
vs DC57: Success!
DC57 | Yugam | Stand up?

 

[Bright Kat]

There was no getting around it. Luthien being pulled from the competition, as sick as she had suddenly become, caused an explosion throughout the arena. Shouts for her being given another chance, shouts that it wasn't fair, shouts that she had not fallen once and getting sick didn't count. On and on, until the bartenders got together. However, it was not ruled in Luthien's favor, and the bar erupted once again as the scores were placed on the board in the ruckus.

It didn't help that this had been decided in a room full of drunk people taking bets, but those who worried more for the health of the competitors would come around, money lost or not. This wasn't everyone, but it was enough to bring down the levels of noise and any potential violence at the loss of the elf.

As things quieted down, Luthien had a healthy enough lead that it was still possible for her to win, but only if things worked out perfectly, and there were still bettors that held out that hope. The last four competitors were ushered into the middle of the arena, standing around one remaining table. All eyes would be on them, and it was a winner-take-all situation.

This was it. Everyone held their breath as the competitors began to drink.

FINAL ROUND

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.
**MECHANIC UPDATE** The Final Round is special, please see details in the round info.

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 4

@Lune [16] vs. @Yugam [19] vs. @Ronja Bubblyfoot [19] vs. @Vina Skysong [18]

Point totals are next to each player's name for reference.
This is the FINAL ROUND and players who fall over will not be getting up again.
The last person standing gets 10 points. If all competitors fall over simultaneously, no 10 point bonus will be earned.
All other rules remain the same.
This is anyone's game. Best of luck to you all.

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Eliminated:
Luthien [22]
Fiora Di Angelo [5]

 

[Luthien]

Score: 22 (Drink Count: 13)
Trying to recover from all the alcohol and cheering for everyone especially @Yugam!

"F-Fuck…" It had been quite a while since she’d felt this terrible after imbibing so much alcohol, most of it no longer in her stomach now. Her lips smacked together as she started to recover, before the lingering aftertaste caused the elf to grimace. "... yuck."

She could feel a pressure beginning to build at the side of her temples, though it was hard to pinpoint if the source was the early signs of an oncoming headache or just exertion from emptying her stomach. Lúthien forced herself to ignore it for the time being, the blonde closing her eyes as she focused on the magic that lingered throughout all of Arcia—determined to at least take care of her own mess instead of leaving it for someone else.

The moonstone on her choker glowed softly as the focus aided in executing the spell. A shimmering light briefly coating the contents within the barrel before the astral energy magicked them away to who knew where—that part wasn’t her problem—and the barrel was left better looking than it had probably ever been. By the time she was done the ranger was thankful to see that the ruckus about her sudden loss, and the arguments of many patrons against it, had finally died down.

"G-Good luck, everyone!" She waved towards the others as the final round was announced, that ruby gaze focused on Yugam as the hunter finally got back up before she allowed their minds to link briefly. { You got this, Yu~! }

It wasn’t hard to find a place by the bar, the blonde glad to be off her feet for a bit as she sat down on the stool. An apologetic smile was given to those she remembered had been rooting for her the most, before the clank of a glass and a bowl on the counter caught her attention. A tall glass of water was waiting for her, and beside it a generous assortment of meat and vegetable pieces that had been freshly battered and fried.

"T-Thanks!" The delight on her face was evident, everyone knew nothing was better to curb a future hangover and wipe away the taste of your own vomit than something fatty and greasy. However when the ranger tried to pay for her food her gold was refused, the man insisting this one was on the house.

With a final sigh she accepted, but not before dropping a few gold coins into a nearby jar tip, before the blonde hummed in delight as she munched away on her snack—excited to see how the final round would play out.

 

[Lune]

Once Luthien quickly became nauseated and ran toward one of the trash cans to puke, she slowly waved. "Bye, Luth." Lune played it slow and steady. Hope that it pays off later.

The crowd went wild as their favorite fell out of the competition. Or they were probably angry because they put a lot of bets on the elf winning. Doesn't matter now, as Lune walked towards the big table in the middle, joining the others.

"It is time for the big league now."

She looked at the others. @Vina Skysong, @Ronja Bubblyfoot, and @Yugam. The three of them should be really intoxicated by now, right? Probably except for the alcoholic guy.

As for herself, she could only hope that her body quickly adapted to the alcohol during the past hour. "Let's do it." She raised the tankard, waiting for the others to do the same.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (84) = 84
DC5 | Lune | Skal

 

[Yugam]

Score: 20
Drinks Done Been Drunk: 17
Drunk: 1/5

By the time Yugam had gotten back to his feet (with quite a grumble about the spinning floor) Luth had finally returned from a most unpleasant occurrence. It'd been impossible to not notice the raucous that the spectators had caused when she finally, for the first time, hit the deck. Honestly, Yugam had been rather impressed with the woman, he'd never known her to be that hard of a drinker.

Now that she was back though, (and Yugam had firmly seated his tush in a chair) he waved at her, a sympathetic smile on his face querying if she was feeling okay after emptying out the contents of her stomach.

It was the final round now though and...well, to be honest, Yugam wasn't too keen on winning this competition knowing full well how bad his hangover would be tomorrow but, in for penny, in for pound. The man smiled over at Luthien again as he heard her telepathic message, having never really figured out how to send one back for himself.

Yugam raised his mug of whatever-the-fuck with Lune. "To waking up and hating ourselves in the morning," the man joked alongside the other final three.

@Vina Skysong | @Lune | @Ronja Bubblyfoot | @Luthien

Roll Result
1d100 (54) = 54
vs DC5: Success! +1 point
DC5 | Yugam | SKAL!

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

"H-Hits hard like a truck..." Ronja groaned to @Vina Skysong as she tried to recover, with a hand covering her stomach with a frown, struggling to get back to her feet, and as soon as she managed, a large tankard was offered to her.

'Guh-'

Ronja gulped, looking at it, then at the other participants. "Big league is a way to say it..." She half-smiled, concerned about what would happen to her as soon as that drink reached her mouth. She peeked at @Luthien that was walking away, and to @Lune, that she had already faced during this match.

With trembling fingers, she hesitantly reached for the tankard, holding it on both of her hands, pursing her lips and eventually she sighed, "To hate ourselves." She rose the tankard to @Yugam's words, finally letting the drink invade her system.

Rolls

Critical Success

100

Roll Result
1d100 (100) = 100
DC 5 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 17
Total Points: 20

 

[Vina Skysong]

Score: 19
Drinks: 13
Drunkenness: 1

W-Well, we're still standing aren't we~?

Truthfully the fun was beginning to die down at this point as the challenge was reaching its finale. Vina was still enjoying herself but it was as much about keeping going as it was about actually enjoying the drinks. However, she wasn't immune to the sunk cost fallacy, so as it was announced that the final round would begin she carefully walked over to where the rest of the finalists had also gathered around a single large table.

Thanks Luthien~!

She smiled back at the elf, who'd decided to stay and watch the rest of the competition even if she'd reached her own limits. The vixen grabbed her tankard, the scent of alcohol making her shiver for a moment before raising it above her head.

To bad decisions~! Skål~!

Despite herself she still chugged the drink, determined to keep going until she really had reached her limits.

Rolls

SKÅL!
1d100 (28) = 28 (Success!)
DC 5 | Vina Skysong | Round 5

@Lune @Ronja Bubblyfoot @Yugam

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

The tankard clasped against the table, and Ronja released a vigorous sigh, with her sight already being so blurred and doubled that she barely could understand what or who she was looking at.

All she knew is that she should keep drinking, and drinking, and drinking.

Her fingers wiggled toward the nearest tankard that was approaching, holding it firmly with both of her hands just like a corrupted hobbit neurotically wrapped their hands around a legendary ring.

Testing waters (and alcohol) she trusted her smell and the tip of her tongue when her lips touched the tankard to confirm it was ale. And by confirming it, she turned it in one go once again.

Some drink to live. Right now, she lives to drink.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (46) = 46
DC 15 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 18
Total Points: 21

 

[Yugam]

Score: 21
Drinks Done Been Drunk: 18
Drunk: 2/5

Meanwhile, Yugam was drinking because what other choice would his pride allow him? Wordlessly, the man got his next drink and knocked it back, doing his best to keep from actually tasting the vile liquid. The mug hit the counter as Yugam sagged in his seat, a tired look on his face. "Ugh, I'm never drinking again after tonight..."

That was a lie.

Either way, the man complained, glad to see that he finally did not need to pretend to be enjoying this activity anymore. Ronja and Vina looked about as done as he did, but mama didn't raise no quitters. And apparently they all had the same mother or something, because despite their bodies' fierce protestations, they all continued to drink.

@Vina Skysong | @Lune | @Ronja Bubblyfoot

Roll Result
1d100 (31) = 31
vs DC15: Success! +1 point
DC15 | Yugam | SKAL!

 

[Lune]

"Hey, don't give up now, you all."

Watching the others, Lune grabbed another tankard after finishing the previous one. Because of the accumulated intoxication, the voice of people's cheer began to drown out.

"This is just the second round of the..." She tried to count with her fingers in one hand, before stumbling backward a bit when it turned out she was too drunk for any math activity. "... Final round?"

Alright, less thinking, more drinking, more processing. All she needed to do was just to survive now. Just don't fall before anyone else does.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (51) = 51
DC15 | Lune | Skal

 

[Vina Skysong]

Score: 20
Drinks: 14
Drunkenness: Too Much

Vina blinked slowly after finishing her drink, inhaling and exhaling deeply as she tried to keep her head clear. She was feeling quite full by this point, which combined poorly with the way that the room was spinning around her. A part of her wondered if the others would notice if she cheated just a little, but even in her drunken state she rejected that thought quickly.

These kinds of challenges weren't any fun if you relied on tricks to get through them.

Hee... That's not the first time I hear that one~!

She giggled as Yugam voiced his current feelings on drinking. Standing up a little bit straighter she reached for the next tankard, watching the golden-brown liquid ripple and flow as she pulled it closer to herself. Instead of drinking it directly she looked at it a bit longer, swallowing once before lifting the tankard up high.

But I don't think it'll be the last time either~! Skål~!

Putting the tankard to her lips she started gulping down the brown ale. Tilting her head further backwards she kept drinking, feeling her stomach protest...

She realised too late that she'd leaned too far backwards. While she did manage to empty the tankard, small amounts of ale spilling across her chin and cheeks, the vixen only remained standing for another second before she slowly toppled over. A last-ditch effort of pushing herself up with a gust of wind cushioned the fall, but in the end it only meant she ended up on the ground without her back hurting all over.

Sorry... guys~ Think that's it for me~ Go on... without me~ (She giggled again.) Just tell me... when you're finished~

Rolls

SKÅL!
1d100 (5) = 5 (Failure!)
DC 15 | Vina Skysong | Round 5

@Lune @Ronja Bubblyfoot @Yugam

 

[Luthien]

Score: 22 (Drink Count: 13)
Enjoying the show, and offering a helping hand to Vina

She’d watched with bated breath as the group had slammed their tankards back the first round. Lune was certainly the dark horse that the blonde hadn’t expected to see standing still, especially after how shaky the start of the competition had been for her, but even that was outshadowed by Ronja’s surprising performance.

"Damn, never knew she could drink like that." An appreciative whistle was released before the ranger popped another fritter into her mouth, happily munching away as she continued to observe from the sidelines.

It was anyone’s guess as to who would be favored by Lady Luck tonight to emerge victorious, though by the look on most of their faces it was clear stubbornness was the main thing driving most of them as the next round of drinks was poured. The scent of ale was enough for the elf to grimace, reaching instead for her tankard filled with cool water to take a few sips—she’d had enough alcohol for one evening… and maybe the rest of the week, too.

A sympathetic smile danced on her lips as she watched the expressions on Yugam and Ronja. Both had long since surpassed her own drinking count from what Lúthien could remember and, if her stomach had protested after thirteen drinks, she couldn’t imagine this was still enjoyable for either of them.

Meanwhile it seemed like Lune had received a second wind, the woman knocking back her own tankard as if the contents were water instead of mead, but the soft snort that echoed from the ranger was quickly replaced by a gasp as she realized Vina had tilted herself a bit too faar back. "Vina, look out—!"

The warning came a little bit too late for misfortune to be avoided, before a relieved sigh slipped from her lips as a small gust of wind cushioned the vixen’s fall. With the songstress out the remaining three contestants were all people she was well acquainted with in and out of this game, and the blonde couldn’t help but shake her head in mild amusement at the thought as she got onto her feet.

"C’mon, let’s get you some water and food." She’d approached the bard after giving her a moment to catch her bearings, a smile on her lips as Lúthien offered her hand towards the vixen to help her up. "We can enjoy some fritters while they keep chugging booze~"

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

Gulp gulp gulp!

Her whole body was numb by now, with an incomprehensible mumbling being muffled by the drink, for every millilitre of ale that ran down her throat.

Ronja no longer felt her body. She barely heard the voice of someone. Giggles, some words of encouragement from another. Everything muffled.

Without thinking, she went for another drink.

Gulp gulp gulp!

She lived to drink, and to death she drinked.

Ronja ragdolled to the floor.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (3) = 3
DC 30 | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Skal

Total Drinks: 19
Total Points: 22

 

[Fiora Di Angelo]

Fiora pushed the door in, clad on her full armor set this time around as enough strides were taken on the outside of the tavern before finally deciding to give a better look inside, if only, to make sure hell didn't break loose like in a certain inn she's visited in the past.

Only to be slapped in the face with the stench of alcohol and @Luthien's helping one of her fellow drunkards, Ms. White Fur, up to her feet with a hand stretched out. Her brow rised a little, eyeing at the duo still remaining, a woman she doesn't even remember having entered this stablishment in the first place, and Yugam, whose face looks just as bad as the day he ate italian spaghetti.

And the peak of her brow rising ended up on the robot ragdoll cast upon the floor, as if a magia who de-activated entirely and went into Do-Not-Disturb mode. Approaching, Fiora squatted down to turn her face up, rubbing her temples in concern.

"You gonna regret it next morning, Booze Princess..." She mumbled, sliding her arms behind her back and knees respectively before lifting her back up, careful not to stir @Ronja Bubblyfoot's stomach with sudden movements.

She couldn't have been out cold for long, which meant she had actually lasted a long way into the competition, leaving half impressed half amused at the little magia's resilience.

"You won yourself tomorrow's breakfast, champ."

 

[Lune]

One by one, everyone fell. It was inevitable, even @Vina Skysong who had displayed pretty insane resiliency to drinks and the surprising @Ronja Bubblyfoot. One still stood in front of her.

"Well, well, well..." Not so different, were they? The zombie-vampire-abomination-duo. Must be something that runs inside their magical blood. Or Lune was just plain cheating with the regenerative-adaptive power. Whatever, skill issue.

Her arms open, riling up the crowd for the grand climax. Putting her best Final Boss persona, the woman turned to @Yugam. "... Looks like it's just us left standing. What a fitting finale." Complete with the evil stare and smirk.

"Let's end this with a bet," With two tankards of beer already served in front of them, she pointed straight at the man. "Loser buys the winner a dinner at a high-end, all-you-can-eat Korean barbeque restaurant."

Pray that this doesn't backfire somehow.

Rolls

Roll Result
1d100 (91) = 91
DC 30 | Lune | Skal

 

[Yugam]

Score: 22
Drinks Done Been Drunk: 19
Drunk: 3/5

And down the other two went. Yugam peered around the table to the floor, first at Vina. Good night sweet prince. Then to Ronja. "I didn't even know Magia could get drunk." Weren't they technically robots or something? How did alcohol even interact with their systems?

Yugam would never get an answer as the tavern door burst open and Fiora strode in, picking up Ronja, and then promptly leaving. "Uh...bye?"

[Insert Lune's villain monologue here]

"Ugh, Noona, please," Yugam said, rubbing a temple with his eyes squeezed shut. He could feel the headache already. "I don't have the energy for thi-"
"Let's end this with a bet. Loser buys the winner a dinner at a high-end, all-you-can-eat Korean barbeque restaurant."
The tankard slammed down onto the table loudly, and the bartender took that as a sign to refill the man's mug. Yugam knocked back the drink, and despite still very much wanting to vomit his entire stomach out, he held on, slamming the mug onto the table once more. "Oh you are fucking ON, Noona. Get your credit card ready, 'cause you are going down!"

@Vina Skysong | @Lune | @Ronja Bubblyfoot

Roll Result
1d100 (30) = 30
vs DC30: Success! +1 point
DC30 | Yugam | Skal!