Chapter 88: Bottoms Up!
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Chapter 88: Bottoms Up!
Varsil and the rest of your little band of merry girls finally got off shift. Ten very grumpy players took over guarding the flag at the gates to the sealed up spooky city. It had finally stopped raining, although lightning still flickered overhead. N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.
"Let's move it girls. We have a date with some beer and a big hunk of beefcake."
Hildy shouldered her axe and skipped down the road, her red braids flying about her. "And best of all, it's a drinking contest, which means he's mine all mine."
The other girls disagreed loudly, althought they all knew Hilda's dwarven heritage included a good bit of alcohol resistance.
Filthyfoot the halfling crossed her arms, pouting. "It's not fair! I should only have to drink half as much, being of such dainty stature."
Varsil shook her head. "Does it matter? Once you get drunk, I haven't seen you be picky at all about who's tent you end up in. Hell, that one time with the beastmaster we even heard you..."
"DIDN'T HAPPEN!" The halfling was yelling now. "You always bring up that story. I was only curled up next to the great dane because he was warm, and Scully was monopolizing the the beastmaster after we'd agreed to share."
Scully, a blonde half elf spoke up. "I don't remember any agreement at all. You snooze you lose. And I distinctly remember you saying 'Oh, who's a goood boy!' very loudly for half the night."
They carried on like this all the way to the barn some three miles down the road. Past indescretions were never forgotten in the Vixens and brought up as often as they could. Only six of their group was here tonite. Four others had been casualties the first day. Walking up to the barn they saw that the butcher had been busy getting ready for them. Several lanterns had been lit, a section of the wood floor was swept, a few tables stolen from the tavern, and most important of all, there were three large kegs of ale that had already been tapped.
"Welcome ladies. Grab yourself a mug and lets get the party started. If anyone calls 'Bottoms Up!' we all drink. If you fall over we toss you up in the hay to sleep it off. "
Ozzy was wearing a pair of tight leather pants, his dwarven work boots, and sleeveless tunic stretched over his tight frame. It lacked a few inches of reaching his waste, showing off his hard abs. His bald head reflected the lantern light, and there was an evil gleam in his eye. But it was that good kind of evil that promised a fun night. Everyone grabbed a beer and Hilda immediately yelled 'Bottoms Up!
"So give me some names, Varsil. I don't know all your girls."
The barbarian started pointing and yelling out names. "I'm sure you remember Hildy, she still has your kilt as a souvenir. And Filthyfoot was the halfling playing grab-your-ass that first day. The half elf is Scully, the dark elf with all the knives is Evil Lynne, and the quiet one dressed like a nungone-bad is Georgette."
"Nice to meet you all, or see you again. Drinking is the name of the game until we cut the field down a bit, but I figure we can get in a bit of arm wrestling and dancing if you like."
Varsil eyed Ozzy's biceps. He'd slimmed down a bit, but if anything seemed stronger. Barbarians however, got a +50% bonus in feats of strength. She planned to give him a run for his money. Maybe more than once. Hilda was going to be a problem though. Maybe if she got her drunk fast? Worth a try. "Sounds good. Hey girls, Bottoms up!"
The drinking sped up, Ozzy calling for more beer as fast as the girls drank. He himself kept drinking steadily. He wasn't sure if how much stamina you had affected your alcohol tolerance, but he knew from experience that his Poison Resistance would help. He really should have worked on that more. This contest was coming down to the wire.
Hildy finally collapsed when Varsil started telling elf jokes. Hildy started laughing so hard she got the hiccups, and soon was running down to the creek. She weaved her way back to the barn, shook Varsil's hand and blew Ozzy a kiss before climbing into the hayloft. She was snoring immediately.
Varsil looked at Ozzy an licked her lips. "Well, Mr. Butcher, looks like it's just us standing."
"Which is odd, I had my bets on the dwarf, to tell you the truth." Ozzy took her by the waist and started walking her out of the barn.
"Hildy never worked on her Poison Resistance like she should have. She likes to get drunk, but hates to waste money. I've got that skill maxed. And all that twirling wore her out. And just in time. I can barely walk. But I guess I won't have to be on my feet, will I?"
Walking out the barn door they walked arm and arm to the corner of the barn. Ozzy wrapped his arm around the curvy barbarian and they started to kiss.
'Klang'
One of Betty's cast iron skillets hit the back of Varsil's head, and she dropped to ground unconscious.
"Damn Suzette, she was barely conscious, did you have to hit her so hard."
Suzette stepped out of the shadows where she had been nearly invisible. "Yes. Yes I did. She probably has a skull as thick as a tree. Plus I didn't like the way she was making eyes at you, and you at her! I should hit you one too!"
Ozzy held up his hands in surrender. "Aw, you know it was all just part of the plan. Can't blame me for being adorable."
Suzette stood tapping her foot with her arms crossed. "Can and will. Now get them tossed in the wagon and lets get moving. I brought the ribbon like you asked."
A few minutes later six goblins took over pulling a wagon full of snoring vixens. The wagon was left a quarter mile from Rowan Keep. As the sun came over the horizon, six hung-over vixens slowly came awake. Geogette looked around at the others. "Well, it's obvious who won that round, even if I'm clueless why we are here and not there." Filthy foot fell over laughing, "Oh god, I wish i could get a picture." Scully had a white bow in her hair. Hildy was wearing red bows on her beard and each of her braids. Varsil was sporting a large blue bow pinned to the furs on her chest.
"Damn Vars, I guess you won."
Varsil was poking at a sore spot on her head. "Guess i did. Damn, wish I could remember it all. Shit gets hazy after I lost the arm wrestling.
Hildy was rapidly digging through her pack. "NOOOOO! Dammit! That big sneak stole my kilt!"
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Chapter 88: Bottoms Up!
Varsil and the rest of your little band of merry girls finally got off shift. Ten very grumpy players took over guarding the flag at the gates to the sealed up spooky city. It had finally stopped raining, although lightning still flickered overhead. N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.
"Let's move it girls. We have a date with some beer and a big hunk of beefcake."
Hildy shouldered her axe and skipped down the road, her red braids flying about her. "And best of all, it's a drinking contest, which means he's mine all mine."
The other girls disagreed loudly, althought they all knew Hilda's dwarven heritage included a good bit of alcohol resistance.
Filthyfoot the halfling crossed her arms, pouting. "It's not fair! I should only have to drink half as much, being of such dainty stature."
Varsil shook her head. "Does it matter? Once you get drunk, I haven't seen you be picky at all about who's tent you end up in. Hell, that one time with the beastmaster we even heard you..."
"DIDN'T HAPPEN!" The halfling was yelling now. "You always bring up that story. I was only curled up next to the great dane because he was warm, and Scully was monopolizing the the beastmaster after we'd agreed to share."
Scully, a blonde half elf spoke up. "I don't remember any agreement at all. You snooze you lose. And I distinctly remember you saying 'Oh, who's a goood boy!' very loudly for half the night."
They carried on like this all the way to the barn some three miles down the road. Past indescretions were never forgotten in the Vixens and brought up as often as they could. Only six of their group was here tonite. Four others had been casualties the first day. Walking up to the barn they saw that the butcher had been busy getting ready for them. Several lanterns had been lit, a section of the wood floor was swept, a few tables stolen from the tavern, and most important of all, there were three large kegs of ale that had already been tapped.
"Welcome ladies. Grab yourself a mug and lets get the party started. If anyone calls 'Bottoms Up!' we all drink. If you fall over we toss you up in the hay to sleep it off. "
Ozzy was wearing a pair of tight leather pants, his dwarven work boots, and sleeveless tunic stretched over his tight frame. It lacked a few inches of reaching his waste, showing off his hard abs. His bald head reflected the lantern light, and there was an evil gleam in his eye. But it was that good kind of evil that promised a fun night. Everyone grabbed a beer and Hilda immediately yelled 'Bottoms Up!
"So give me some names, Varsil. I don't know all your girls."
The barbarian started pointing and yelling out names. "I'm sure you remember Hildy, she still has your kilt as a souvenir. And Filthyfoot was the halfling playing grab-your-ass that first day. The half elf is Scully, the dark elf with all the knives is Evil Lynne, and the quiet one dressed like a nungone-bad is Georgette."
"Nice to meet you all, or see you again. Drinking is the name of the game until we cut the field down a bit, but I figure we can get in a bit of arm wrestling and dancing if you like."
Varsil eyed Ozzy's biceps. He'd slimmed down a bit, but if anything seemed stronger. Barbarians however, got a +50% bonus in feats of strength. She planned to give him a run for his money. Maybe more than once. Hilda was going to be a problem though. Maybe if she got her drunk fast? Worth a try. "Sounds good. Hey girls, Bottoms up!"
The drinking sped up, Ozzy calling for more beer as fast as the girls drank. He himself kept drinking steadily. He wasn't sure if how much stamina you had affected your alcohol tolerance, but he knew from experience that his Poison Resistance would help. He really should have worked on that more. This contest was coming down to the wire.
Hildy finally collapsed when Varsil started telling elf jokes. Hildy started laughing so hard she got the hiccups, and soon was running down to the creek. She weaved her way back to the barn, shook Varsil's hand and blew Ozzy a kiss before climbing into the hayloft. She was snoring immediately.
Varsil looked at Ozzy an licked her lips. "Well, Mr. Butcher, looks like it's just us standing."
"Which is odd, I had my bets on the dwarf, to tell you the truth." Ozzy took her by the waist and started walking her out of the barn.
"Hildy never worked on her Poison Resistance like she should have. She likes to get drunk, but hates to waste money. I've got that skill maxed. And all that twirling wore her out. And just in time. I can barely walk. But I guess I won't have to be on my feet, will I?"
Walking out the barn door they walked arm and arm to the corner of the barn. Ozzy wrapped his arm around the curvy barbarian and they started to kiss.
'Klang'
One of Betty's cast iron skillets hit the back of Varsil's head, and she dropped to ground unconscious.
"Damn Suzette, she was barely conscious, did you have to hit her so hard."
Suzette stepped out of the shadows where she had been nearly invisible. "Yes. Yes I did. She probably has a skull as thick as a tree. Plus I didn't like the way she was making eyes at you, and you at her! I should hit you one too!"
Ozzy held up his hands in surrender. "Aw, you know it was all just part of the plan. Can't blame me for being adorable."
Suzette stood tapping her foot with her arms crossed. "Can and will. Now get them tossed in the wagon and lets get moving. I brought the ribbon like you asked."
A few minutes later six goblins took over pulling a wagon full of snoring vixens. The wagon was left a quarter mile from Rowan Keep. As the sun came over the horizon, six hung-over vixens slowly came awake. Geogette looked around at the others. "Well, it's obvious who won that round, even if I'm clueless why we are here and not there." Filthy foot fell over laughing, "Oh god, I wish i could get a picture." Scully had a white bow in her hair. Hildy was wearing red bows on her beard and each of her braids. Varsil was sporting a large blue bow pinned to the furs on her chest.
"Damn Vars, I guess you won."
Varsil was poking at a sore spot on her head. "Guess i did. Damn, wish I could remember it all. Shit gets hazy after I lost the arm wrestling.
Hildy was rapidly digging through her pack. "NOOOOO! Dammit! That big sneak stole my kilt!"
Chapter 88: Bottoms Up!Varsil and the rest of your little band of merry girls finally got off shift. Ten very grumpy players took over guarding the flag at the gates to the sealed up spooky city. It had finally stopped raining, although lightning still flickered overhead. N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n."Let's move it girls. We have a date with some beer and a big hunk of beefcake."Hildy shouldered her axe and skipped down the road, her red braids flying about her. "And best of all, it's a drinking contest, which means he's mine all mine."The other girls disagreed loudly, althought they all knew Hilda's dwarven heritage included a good bit of alcohol resistance. Filthyfoot the halfling crossed her arms, pouting. "It's not fair! I should only have to drink half as much, being of such dainty stature." Varsil shook her head. "Does it matter? Once you get drunk, I haven't seen you be picky at all about who's tent you end up in. Hell, that one time with the beastmaster we even heard you..." "DIDN'T HAPPEN!" The halfling was yelling now. "You always bring up that story. I was only curled up next to the great dane because he was warm, and Scully was monopolizing the the beastmaster after we'd agreed to share."Scully, a blonde half elf spoke up. "I don't remember any agreement at all. You snooze you lose. And I distinctly remember you saying 'Oh, who's a goood boy!' very loudly for half the night."They carried on like this all the way to the barn some three miles down the road. Past indescretions were never forgotten in the Vixens and brought up as often as they could. Only six of their group was here tonite. Four others had been casualties the first day. Walking up to the barn they saw that the butcher had been busy getting ready for them. Several lanterns had been lit, a section of the wood floor was swept, a few tables stolen from the tavern, and most important of all, there were three large kegs of ale that had already been tapped."Welcome ladies. Grab yourself a mug and lets get the party started. If anyone calls 'Bottoms Up!' we all drink. If you fall over we toss you up in the hay to sleep it off. "Ozzy was wearing a pair of tight leather pants, his dwarven work boots, and sleeveless tunic stretched over his tight frame. It lacked a few inches of reaching his waste, showing off his hard abs. His bald head reflected the lantern light, and there was an evil gleam in his eye. But it was that good kind of evil that promised a fun night. Everyone grabbed a beer and Hilda immediately yelled 'Bottoms Up!"So give me some names, Varsil. I don't know all your girls."The barbarian started pointing and yelling out names. "I'm sure you remember Hildy, she still has your kilt as a souvenir. And Filthyfoot was the halfling playing grab-your-ass that first day. The half elf is Scully, the dark elf with all the knives is Evil Lynne, and the quiet one dressed like a nungone-bad is Georgette.""Nice to meet you all, or see you again. Drinking is the name of the game until we cut the field down a bit, but I figure we can get in a bit of arm wrestling and dancing if you like."Varsil eyed Ozzy's biceps. He'd slimmed down a bit, but if anything seemed stronger. Barbarians however, got a +50% bonus in feats of strength. She planned to give him a run for his money. Maybe more than once. Hilda was going to be a problem though. Maybe if she got her drunk fast? Worth a try. "Sounds good. Hey girls, Bottoms up!"The drinking sped up, Ozzy calling for more beer as fast as the girls drank. He himself kept drinking steadily. He wasn't sure if how much stamina you had affected your alcohol tolerance, but he knew from experience that his Poison Resistance would help. He really should have worked on that more. This contest was coming down to the wire. Hildy finally collapsed when Varsil started telling elf jokes. Hildy started laughing so hard she got the hiccups, and soon was running down to the creek. She weaved her way back to the barn, shook Varsil's hand and blew Ozzy a kiss before climbing into the hayloft. She was snoring immediately. Varsil looked at Ozzy an licked her lips. "Well, Mr. Butcher, looks like it's just us standing.""Which is odd, I had my bets on the dwarf, to tell you the truth." Ozzy took her by the waist and started walking her out of the barn."Hildy never worked on her Poison Resistance like she should have. She likes to get drunk, but hates to waste money. I've got that skill maxed. And all that twirling wore her out. And just in time. I can barely walk. But I guess I won't have to be on my feet, will I?" Walking out the barn door they walked arm and arm to the corner of the barn. Ozzy wrapped his arm around the curvy barbarian and they started to kiss.'Klang'One of Betty's cast iron skillets hit the back of Varsil's head, and she dropped to ground unconscious. "Damn Suzette, she was barely conscious, did you have to hit her so hard."Suzette stepped out of the shadows where she had been nearly invisible. "Yes. Yes I did. She probably has a skull as thick as a tree. Plus I didn't like the way she was making eyes at you, and you at her! I should hit you one too!"Ozzy held up his hands in surrender. "Aw, you know it was all just part of the plan. Can't blame me for being adorable."Suzette stood tapping her foot with her arms crossed. "Can and will. Now get them tossed in the wagon and lets get moving. I brought the ribbon like you asked." A few minutes later six goblins took over pulling a wagon full of snoring vixens. The wagon was left a quarter mile from Rowan Keep. As the sun came over the horizon, six hung-over vixens slowly came awake. Geogette looked around at the others. "Well, it's obvious who won that round, even if I'm clueless why we are here and not there." Filthy foot fell over laughing, "Oh god, I wish i could get a picture." Scully had a white bow in her hair. Hildy was wearing red bows on her beard and each of her braids. Varsil was sporting a large blue bow pinned to the furs on her chest."Damn Vars, I guess you won."Varsil was poking at a sore spot on her head. "Guess i did. Damn, wish I could remember it all. Shit gets hazy after I lost the arm wrestling.Hildy was rapidly digging through her pack. "NOOOOO! Dammit! That big sneak stole my kilt!"
