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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Late afternoon on the beach. There is a small line of beings snaking across the sand, a somewhat interesting happenstance considering that queues on the beach don't happen everyday. Nevertheless, there it is, and the reason soon becomes apparent as one steps out onto the sand - a large banner has been hung between two poles, with 'drinking competition today' spelled out in crudely-painted letters. There seems to be no formal registration of any sort, nor an entrance fee, but the tail of the line slithers across the waterfront at a steady pace like a snake stretched out in the sun, its head cumulating at a small makeshift stage not too far from the water's edge, lit by several strategically-placed lanterns. The stage aside, a goodly number of tables have been set up on the sand, presumably for the audience.<br> <br>Crates and kegs are stacked up on the stage, fresh off some ship or the other - considering their size, it's little wonder this is being held at the beach, instead of a more proper drinking establishment. In the middle of it all, flanked by two bouncers, is a fennec, and he's addressing the audience with no small amount of gusto.<br> <br>Angus looks around in shock, he didn't imagine that there would be this many people around here for a simple drinking contest. Walking up to the line of people waiting to get drunk he just shakes his head, and moves off to go sit at one of the tables. He didn't feel like drinking just yet.<br> <br>Ictus hmms as he wanders onto the beach and looks around, he chuckles at the gathering and tilts his head curiously, "Contest huh? Wonder if there's a prize other than getting hung over?" he looks over at Angus when he spots him and waves<br> <br>Angel has more then a bit of a limp to her walk, still healing, but she was much better for the care at the manor. She had heard Angus had come out this way, and she needed to see him... be with him.. to.. and she holds her head a moment, "Stop right there.." she says to herself and looks around. There is so many.. "Drinking competition?" she asks, why not? She had never really had the good stuff before, but she was here for a reason. She sniffs at the air a moment before she manages to see him, "My Lord!" she cries out and resists the urge to run up to him, instead walking as quickly as she can. "My Lord.. may I join you?" she asks, ears craning around and listening to the fennec.<br> <br>"...And the one who manages to stomach the greatest quantity of my Shralestan firewater will win for themselves two fine crates of whatever drink they fancy, so long as it is served at the Freeswords' inn!" the rather portly adaptable-clanned fennec cries out to everyone present. "All proudly sponsored by the Freeswords, of course!"<br> <br>"What's Shralestan firewater?" a gecko in the audience asks.<br> <br>"Ah! A most excellent question!" The fennec holds out his hands cupped as if milking a giant cow, with much the same motions. Considering his colour and general shape, it would not be impossible to replace him with a large ham... "Far away in the deserts that lie beyond that jewel of a city, true rains only come once a year! It is then that certain species of catcus blossom and bear fruit, which brave beings risk their lives to harvest and bring back to the Creator Church ensconced there! Within the mysterious workings of the Churches' basements, Creator devices process the juice and pulp over weeks - no, months, removing the spines and distilling it into the fine drink you now see before you! Hot as the desert sun, cold as their cloudless nights, and I, Ferric Longear, have gained exclusive license from the Shralestan Church to bring it to the people of Sweetwater! Have some tonight as part of this little competition, and be sure to tell others of your experience!"<br> <br>Lidiya had been doing things on the beach, mostly making sand castles, but she's easily amused sometimes. She spots the gathering in the distance and after a bit decides she'll go poke around about it. Making her way over, she waves to.. no one in particular and tries to figure out what's going on. Then she hears competition and gets a bit curious, making her way around, looking for a signup while mentally figuring out how to keep any kind of mask on for it. <br> <br>Angus looks to Angel and nods. "Yes, you may join me." He comments, smiling as she seems to be feeling better now that her wounds were healing. Leaning back in his seat he props his feet up, his hands behind his head as he nods to Ictus. "I guess that answers your question."<br> <br>Angel takes a seat and her tail wags behind as she looks over to Angus. "Humm.. Drinking contest.. I was never much of a drinker myself." She listens to the process involved and whinces slightly, "Months? The stuff hasn't gone off?" she asks and waves over to Ictus. She was getting a bit better at being in social setting, but her ears still twitch around, and eyes dart this way and that. "Will you be taking part My Lord?" she asks then notices Lidiya. She waves back, a very odd wave.<br> <br>Ictus hmms? at Angel and nods as she seems better, "Angel, are you sure you are feeling better?" he chuckles as he listens and looks to Angus, "Hmm, I guess it does." he blinks as he spots Lidiya and waves to her before pondering, "Well, I'm not much of a drinker myself... But it's worth a shot I suppose." he chuckles more<br> <br>Another one arrives on the beach, but it probably isn't quite as expected.  The stage itself shudders as something slams into it...from underneath it.  This is followed almost immediately by a birdlike shriek, and a couple of seconds later by an air-math amplified voice that fills the area, "Ow!  Hey!  Whose bright idea was it to build something over the exit to my lair?!"  Ummm.  Oops?<br> <br>Lidiya stops and looks towards the source of the screech. She raises an eyebrow behind the wooden mask and resists the urge to bury the sound out of some impish whim. So instead she finds the line after figuring out the... the rules works well enough and stands in it.<br> <br>Angel looks to Ictus and nods, "I'm feeling much better.. umm.. thank you, I'll feel even better when My Lord gives me my gear back." She looks to Angus, "You will be giving it back soon, yes?" She asks looking a bit hopeful. Then a loud crash and she leaps up to her paws, looking around wildly, hands gripping for daggers that aren't there. She is quiet, very quite, bent over a bit as if ready to strike at the precieved dangers.<br> <br>"Oh! Pardon us!" At the fennec's command, a number of bouncers on either side of the stage rush forward to the origin of the noise, taking apart the stage. This isn't hard, considering it's simply cloth stretched over wooden crates. A rather annoyed gryphon is eased out from underneath the stage, and ever unruffled, the fennec gives him a bow. "Apologies for disturbing you, my dear sir, but the beach is largely considered public property. Furthermore, we had no way of discerning your presence, otherwise we most certainly would have set up elsewhere. However, what's done is done - might you join in the festivities?" he points at the banner, then turns to the audience once more.<br> <br>"My dear lady wolfess in the audience, Firewater does not go 'off!' it cannot go off! Improbable! Impossible! Such are the mysteries of the Creator Devices the church possesses! As for the name firewater..." the fennec picks out a bottle from a crate and uncorks it, pouring a small measure of the highly distilled spirits into a glass. Making sure everyone on the beach is watching, he touches a lit match to the glass, and the drink ignites with an intense blue flame. "I think that speaks well enough for itself, doesn't it? Now, let's begin!"

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Participants

• Angel
• Angus
• Ictus
• Lidiya
• Mazurek
• Sebille
• Sveta

Date

27/7/476

Log

Late afternoon on the beach. There is a small line of beings snaking across the sand, a somewhat interesting happenstance considering that queues on the beach don't happen everyday. Nevertheless, there it is, and the reason soon becomes apparent as one steps out onto the sand - a large banner has been hung between two poles, with 'drinking competition today' spelled out in crudely-painted letters. There seems to be no formal registration of any sort, nor an entrance fee, but the tail of the line slithers across the waterfront at a steady pace like a snake stretched out in the sun, its head cumulating at a small makeshift stage not too far from the water's edge, lit by several strategically-placed lanterns. The stage aside, a goodly number of tables have been set up on the sand, presumably for the audience.

Crates and kegs are stacked up on the stage, fresh off some ship or the other - considering their size, it's little wonder this is being held at the beach, instead of a more proper drinking establishment. In the middle of it all, flanked by two bouncers, is a fennec, and he's addressing the audience with no small amount of gusto.

Angus looks around in shock, he didn't imagine that there would be this many people around here for a simple drinking contest. Walking up to the line of people waiting to get drunk he just shakes his head, and moves off to go sit at one of the tables. He didn't feel like drinking just yet.

Ictus hmms as he wanders onto the beach and looks around, he chuckles at the gathering and tilts his head curiously, "Contest huh? Wonder if there's a prize other than getting hung over?" he looks over at Angus when he spots him and waves

Angel has more then a bit of a limp to her walk, still healing, but she was much better for the care at the manor. She had heard Angus had come out this way, and she needed to see him... be with him.. to.. and she holds her head a moment, "Stop right there.." she says to herself and looks around. There is so many.. "Drinking competition?" she asks, why not? She had never really had the good stuff before, but she was here for a reason. She sniffs at the air a moment before she manages to see him, "My Lord!" she cries out and resists the urge to run up to him, instead walking as quickly as she can. "My Lord.. may I join you?" she asks, ears craning around and listening to the fennec.

"...And the one who manages to stomach the greatest quantity of my Shralestan firewater will win for themselves two fine crates of whatever drink they fancy, so long as it is served at the Freeswords' inn!" the rather portly adaptable-clanned fennec cries out to everyone present. "All proudly sponsored by the Freeswords, of course!"

"What's Shralestan firewater?" a gecko in the audience asks.

"Ah! A most excellent question!" The fennec holds out his hands cupped as if milking a giant cow, with much the same motions. Considering his colour and general shape, it would not be impossible to replace him with a large ham... "Far away in the deserts that lie beyond that jewel of a city, true rains only come once a year! It is then that certain species of catcus blossom and bear fruit, which brave beings risk their lives to harvest and bring back to the Creator Church ensconced there! Within the mysterious workings of the Churches' basements, Creator devices process the juice and pulp over weeks - no, months, removing the spines and distilling it into the fine drink you now see before you! Hot as the desert sun, cold as their cloudless nights, and I, Ferric Longear, have gained exclusive license from the Shralestan Church to bring it to the people of Sweetwater! Have some tonight as part of this little competition, and be sure to tell others of your experience!"

Lidiya had been doing things on the beach, mostly making sand castles, but she's easily amused sometimes. She spots the gathering in the distance and after a bit decides she'll go poke around about it. Making her way over, she waves to.. no one in particular and tries to figure out what's going on. Then she hears competition and gets a bit curious, making her way around, looking for a signup while mentally figuring out how to keep any kind of mask on for it.

Angus looks to Angel and nods. "Yes, you may join me." He comments, smiling as she seems to be feeling better now that her wounds were healing. Leaning back in his seat he props his feet up, his hands behind his head as he nods to Ictus. "I guess that answers your question."

Angel takes a seat and her tail wags behind as she looks over to Angus. "Humm.. Drinking contest.. I was never much of a drinker myself." She listens to the process involved and whinces slightly, "Months? The stuff hasn't gone off?" she asks and waves over to Ictus. She was getting a bit better at being in social setting, but her ears still twitch around, and eyes dart this way and that. "Will you be taking part My Lord?" she asks then notices Lidiya. She waves back, a very odd wave.

Ictus hmms? at Angel and nods as she seems better, "Angel, are you sure you are feeling better?" he chuckles as he listens and looks to Angus, "Hmm, I guess it does." he blinks as he spots Lidiya and waves to her before pondering, "Well, I'm not much of a drinker myself... But it's worth a shot I suppose." he chuckles more

Another one arrives on the beach, but it probably isn't quite as expected. The stage itself shudders as something slams into it...from underneath it. This is followed almost immediately by a birdlike shriek, and a couple of seconds later by an air-math amplified voice that fills the area, "Ow! Hey! Whose bright idea was it to build something over the exit to my lair?!" Ummm. Oops?

Lidiya stops and looks towards the source of the screech. She raises an eyebrow behind the wooden mask and resists the urge to bury the sound out of some impish whim. So instead she finds the line after figuring out the... the rules works well enough and stands in it.

Angel looks to Ictus and nods, "I'm feeling much better.. umm.. thank you, I'll feel even better when My Lord gives me my gear back." She looks to Angus, "You will be giving it back soon, yes?" She asks looking a bit hopeful. Then a loud crash and she leaps up to her paws, looking around wildly, hands gripping for daggers that aren't there. She is quiet, very quite, bent over a bit as if ready to strike at the precieved dangers.

"Oh! Pardon us!" At the fennec's command, a number of bouncers on either side of the stage rush forward to the origin of the noise, taking apart the stage. This isn't hard, considering it's simply cloth stretched over wooden crates. A rather annoyed gryphon is eased out from underneath the stage, and ever unruffled, the fennec gives him a bow. "Apologies for disturbing you, my dear sir, but the beach is largely considered public property. Furthermore, we had no way of discerning your presence, otherwise we most certainly would have set up elsewhere. However, what's done is done - might you join in the festivities?" he points at the banner, then turns to the audience once more.

"My dear lady wolfess in the audience, Firewater does not go 'off!' it cannot go off! Improbable! Impossible! Such are the mysteries of the Creator Devices the church possesses! As for the name firewater..." the fennec picks out a bottle from a crate and uncorks it, pouring a small measure of the highly distilled spirits into a glass. Making sure everyone on the beach is watching, he touches a lit match to the glass, and the drink ignites with an intense blue flame. "I think that speaks well enough for itself, doesn't it? Now, let's begin!"