The Taris Event Chapter 2

[Blackferne]

@ Klak

Congrats you beat Dood quite easily in a drinking competition. You took the two shots and had no problem holding them down, were a little slow grabbing the glass, but slammed it like a pro. Dood however is puking off teh first two shots as Ro'Talth & Co. are exiting the theater.

[Dood]

Dood wipes his mouth with a napkin and steadies himself before ordering 5 more shots.

"DOUBLE OR NOTHING!"

[Cuspar]

After relaying the story to Syric,

With the inroads I made with Ro'Talth, I suggest we call it a night and go tomorrow to register as a vendor with Saltori. Then, Friday night, we can come to the theater again and I'll use it as an opportunity to introduce some of Aderbrent to him. I wouldn't mind calling Tsont'Ar again and seeing if I can't get something out of him. He made it sound like they were the best of associates, but Ro'Talth made it sound as though something may have gone sour... Thankfully, we're ragtag enough that it seems like no one inherently connects us with Porky, so we may as well take advantage of the anonymity while we have it. What do you think? And where are Dood and Klak?

[Blackferne]

Dood wipes his mouth with a napkin and steadies himself before ordering 5 more shots.

"DOUBLE OR NOTHING!"

Five more shots arrive. Same as before but against DC 15 for the starter rounds and DC 20 on the winner shot.

[Reese]

Klak smiles and reaches for the two shots. Not even a challenge.

He looks at Dood and says "Yes sir my Furry Fuhrer, I do as commanded"

Drink 1: (1d20)+3: 14,+3 Total:17

Drink 2: (1d20)+3: 9,+3 Total:12

The Reach: (1d20)+3: 6,+3 Total:9

The Puke: (1d20)+3: 16,+3 Total:19

Klak is a bit more bleary eyed after these shots. He looks outside to see what he can. He is quite proficient at looking through drunk eyes.

He says to Dood "I dunn thee noting yet my furball."

[Dood]

Dood wipes his mouth with a napkin and steadies himself before ordering 5 more shots.

"DOUBLE OR NOTHING!"

Five more shots arrive. Same as before but against DC 15 for the starter rounds and DC 20 on the winner shot.

Dood grabs his first shot and throws it down.

CON Roll(1d20)+0: 19,+0 Total:19

"Who's the diseased nerf now?"

Dood grabs his second shot and down the hatch it goes.

Roll(1d20)+0: 14,+0 Total:14

He slams down his glass, glares at Klak and starts to talk, "You're not so tou - " and suddenly turns his head and vomits on the floor.

[Dood]

Dood's head comes back up from alongside the table. There is vomit in his fur around his muzzle and he is laughing a sick, crackly-wet laugh as he resets himself to take the last shot.

As he reaches for the glass, he falls out of his chair and onto the floor.

[Blackferne]

@ The Barf Brothers

You have both vomited on the floor and the manager comes up and signals for you to be cut off.

"I'm afraid you gentlemen have had too much to drink. I'm going to need you settle up, 40cr and leave now."

[Reese]

Klak begins to giggle like a teenage Zabrak. He had not been this ridiculous since he was puking on his home colony.

He knew they had a job at hand, but frak it. He looks up and says to the bartender "Fives mar good sir, Furballs gonna eat his hats."

[Blackferne]

Klak begins to giggle like a teenage Zabrak. He had not been this ridiculous since he was puking on his home colony.

He knew they had a job at hand, but frak it. He looks up and says to the bartender "Fives mar good sir, Furballs gonna eat his hats."

"Sir I'm asking you to leave now. Don't make me call the authorities."

[Dood]

Dood manages to stagger to his feet.

"We don't want any authorities with trouble. We just want another round and we'll be out of your hairs."

[Dood]

Dood notices that he has vomit in his fur and licks some of it off of the back of his hand.

"I taste of butter and cheese!"

He offers his hand to the Klak and the manager.

[Whiteness]

"That sounds good to me Cuspar. As to those two, I never heard back from Dood but he's probably busy trying to keep the Zabrak in line. I'm sure they're fine. "

[Blackferne]

Dood manages to stagger to his feet.

"We don't want any authorities with trouble. We just want another round and we'll be out of your hairs."

"I'm not giving you another round, and I want you to leave right now. This is your final warning."

[Reese]

Klak notices he has stumbled off his chair. He smiles an ugly a mile and takes a pointer finger full of Dood's cheese. Not as tasty as Dood implied.

He turns to the owner and let's him know "No no no sire. We aren't trouble to getting in to. We will leave." he sits back on the stool and winks at the barback. "One last round and we'll be gone."

[Blackferne]

@ the Barf Brothers

The manager walks off. A few minutes later two uniformed people with sidearms come back with him.

"What seems to be the problem here." The first one asks as he comes to the table.

[Dood]

What do their uniforms say?

[Whiteness]

By this point Syric and Cuspar have already left the theater and are looking for a cab. "I'll try them again " as he pulls out his comlink.
"Dood or Klak, what is your status? "

[Blackferne]

What do their uniforms say?

Police. Or whatever the Star Wars Municipal Legal Authority is.

[Dood]

Do I hear Syric's comm?
How far am I from the window?
How tall is the table?
Is my chair on the floor or upright?
Are the officers closer to Klak or to me?
Do I see any cameras in the room?

[Blackferne]

Do I hear Syric's comm?
How far am I from the window?
How tall is the table?
Is my chair on the floor or upright?
Are the officers closer to Klak or to me?
Do I see any cameras in the room?

You guys are seated on a fenced in seating area with approximately 5 tables each with between 2 and 4 chairs. The fence is approximatley 3 feet high and has sharp point ornamentation like a wrought iron fence. Your chair is upright. There are two officers one is next to Klak looking at you and the other is behind you looking at Klak. The table it approximately 2.5ft from the grounds. You do not see any cameras in teh room, but there are some security cameras on the street which may or may not have a view of this area.

"These men came in here a few hours ago and have gotten so drunk they made this mess and now refuse to leave." The manager says pointing at your vomit and in a distressed tone.

"Is this true?" The Officer asks Dood.

[Blackferne]

Oh and make a perception check DC 25 (since you are so drunk) on whether you heard Syric.

[Dood]

Dood sloppily straightens himself.

"I have refused nothing. Listen, we meant no sharm. We definitely don't want any trouble with the...the..." Dood squints at the office's uniform to read the department name, "Police Or Whatever the Star Wars Municipal Legal Authority Is. My your ashency has a long name."

Dood hears Syric's voice come through on his commlink.

"Ah! It appears I am needed elsewhere anyway. If it's OK with you, Officer Stereth, I shall rechreeve my commlink and we will settle our bill and join our companions."

Do I need to roll PERSUASION?

If so:

Roll(1d20)+2: 8,+2 Total:10

[Blackferne]

"No keep your hands where I can see them and you are not going anywhere." The officer says placing one hand on his sidearm and the other extending towards you as a sign to stay where you are.

[Dood]

Dood frowns. This is no longer funny.

"My associates will likely be very concerned if I don't check in. I'm offering to compensate this gentleman here for the drinks and his trouble and leave, as asked."