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Low Fantasy RP - Payle

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Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Borthric jerks back just a bit in his seat, slightly disturbed by Brakes's infernal abnormality. "You a Warlock or somthin', Demoneye? Or are you just drunk?" Borthric leans back an howls. The ale seems to have gotten to him, though he shows no sign of wanting to back down. "Well, let's 'ave a go, then! 'ese tankards aren't goin' ta drink themselves! And I doubt you're gonna be able ta drink them either. I'd say you'll only get through about one gallon! Oh, and don't worry, bartender. I'll pay for the eight gallons. Fill er up!" He gathers both of the tankards in one meaty fist, holding them under the cork hole in the barrel of ale after clinking three gold pieces on the bar as payment for the drink. He looks back at Brakes and clerifies the rules: "Well, I don't suppose we'll be able to down it in one breath, least not you. Let's say we can stop for breaths while chugging, just our penalty be wastin' time."
The tankards are almost full by now. "Watta' ya say, Brakes?"

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Delreck Hobslinger

Appearance:

(Has spiked up hair, wears Dragonscale armor shoulder plates with a small brown traveler's cloak and shirt and cleric armored leggings. Has an owl companiton and a lightning bolt shaped sword far to large and long for a Halfling.)

About: ...

Personality: ...

Note: I'm not going to be using this character for another few weeks. Sorry for the rapid posting, but I can't delete this.

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

I'm surprised no one's tried to post something about another character during Borthric's and Brakes's drinking competition. I've been going back and forth with Shadow Dragon for 14 posts!

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

"Are you forgetting things, demoneye? I already told you that I was a Werebear!" Borthric's tone remains calm as he leans back, letting himself fall into a seat at the bar. He simply ignores Brakes, clearly having no interest in answering so many questions all at once. "And you do realize that you can't shove ale down yer gullet while yer lips are flappin', don't ya?-" Borthric seems to cut himself on, as if just now realizing something. "Hang on, is it weird that I like you less when you're happier?" Toward the end of his sentence, he trails off into a chuckle, which soon expands into a full grown boisterous roar. He throws back his head, scrunching his eyes shut with his bulbous cheeks, lodging his beefy hands on his belly, and bearing a massive grin through his beard in a mountainous laugh. Though the laugh is heavy, it seems to have no malicious intent. It is unclear whether the bear is laughing, or the beer.
Borthric recovers from his moment of hysteria, coming back to his previous position. "Bartender, don't bother with another round. I want this round to be special..." Borthric smirks as he reaches the end of the sentence. He pulls out a pair of four-gallon tankards. "Whoever's too drunk to finish chugging from their tankard loses."

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Borthric chuckles. He ends his reminisce early, resuming his unfaltered stare at Brakes. "Oh, you'll never get me drunk. And when you said `bear boy', it made me think how I might be a better drinker in my bear form, but you'd call me a cheater, and I'm sure the bartender'd kick me out." Borthric knows this is a lie, but persists anyway in an attempt at intimidation. He keeps a deep, menacing tone throughout, complimented by his heavy eight-foot body, only faltering slightly at the end of his sentence.

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

"Of course I can take it! Do I look like a halfling to you? My soul's as sylvan as my bear form is. C'mon, Brakes! Step it up!" Borthric playfully jeers. "Do you really want to get beaten at your own game by a hu-"
Borthric suddenly stops, biting his tongue. His smile fades, but he downs another mug of ale in the silence.

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Borthric The Rejuvenator

Appearance:


Age: 32

Height: 8'1"

Weight: 406 lbs

About: Bothric was born a Werebear. His Mother was killed by hunters shortly after his birth, as they saw her in bear form and saw nothing but a monster. Eager to convince the people of Payle he and his kind are not at all monsters, Borthric now spends most his time affiliating himself with common folk such as Dwarves, which he simply adores, among elves, humans, and half-elves. He spends quite a bit of time traveling through towns and staying in various taverns to try practically every drink the world has to offer. Despite what others might think alcohol would do to a Werebear, Borthric becomes more humane the more he drinks, as the alcohol disperses his anger. Although he's not ashamed of his bestial aspects, Borthric strives to fit in, yet stand out in a crowd as he stands on the border of nature and society.

Personality: Borthric always stays calm, but shows no weakness, emotional or otherwise, as to not provoke violence. He in fact discourages violence, and would do anything to avoid harm coming to those around him. He is always laughable and cheery, and loves a good challenge as long as it doesn't involve violence. Dwarves across Payle know him as "The Beer Bear" .

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Borthric seems unaffected by the ale as he reaches his eleventh shot.
"Agreed. It seems you're only just starting to get tipsy, Brakes," a flat but cheerful grin spreads across his bulging red cheeks that match his round drinker's nose. The grin soon becomes a smirk. "Hey bartender! You wouldn't happen to have any Sailor's Spirit in stock, would you? We're gonna need an upgrade if we're gonna finish this tonight." Leaning back to face Brakes, giant fist laying on the bar, Borthric resumes his playful inquiries. "You heard of Sailor's Spirit, Demoneye? I'd presume not, since you're not from around here. I've tried every brew from coast to coast. I know what fills up the cup."

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Borthric looks almost disgusted for a moment, but soon reverts to a calm expression. "Would you really insult a priest and mock an entire audience?" Borthric chuckles. "And how many taunts are you going to make before you learn humility can do you good?" Despite Brake's efforts to enrage him, Borthric remains peaceful in his questions, thwarting the devilman's desire for violence and avoiding tension.
Spirits unaffected, he gulps another pint and playfully reminds, "That was number four, devil dick. Now let's keep this contest to you and me. Sure, this'll be a good tale to tell, but I like my tavern-toils best left one-on-one."