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[wickedchase]

WHO: Twisted Fate, OPEN
WHAT: You've been invited to socialize and play some drinking games! Perhaps you should feel inclined to do so.
WHEN: 13th of Wintersbreath
WHERE: Tavern, oh glorious tavern.
NOTES: Feel free to make your own thread starters so people can tag you! Prose style or bracket style are welcome.

Posted outside the tavern is the following:



So come on down, grab a drink, and find someone to play with.

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[quietblade]

"Ow. Yeah, punching someone with a helmet isn't the best thing. Slamming them with your horns isn't that much better, by the way. At least i didn't break those." That would have been sad... and really messy. Horns bled like crazy.

The warrior tips back the last of his mug and then orders another while smiling. "All my money, plus clothes. It was a fun night, all in all."

"I've never come out of a battle completely unscathed."

[wickedchase]

"I was a bit desperate at the time, granted, and panicked. Not the smartest thing in the world, I know. I didn't realize that horns bled, though. That must be painful; I've seen Tal-Vashoth and Vashoth with broken horns before."

He grins. "Well, as long as you had fun. I don't really enjoy completely losing -- so I don't." Fate ensures that.

With a sigh, he finishes his own mug. "Hmm, suppose that's one of the nice things about being a mage. Sometimes, I can get away with getting not a single scratch on me. I'm not always that lucky, though. I've never fallen asleep while a Chantry sister or Templar lectured me about the Maker."

[quietblade]

"It's pretty painful. Like breaking a tooth rather than an arm, though." Taas shrugs slightly. "Some of us cut them off to avoid shit like that happening in a fight." Or they were sawed off to keep saarebas safe in case of accidents.

The mage thing makes him smile and he makes a shield-like gesture with a bit of awe. "I have to say, those barriers are a great thing. I just like getting my hands dirty and I don't wear much armor, so that comes with some drawbacks." Plus, you know, fuel the rage.

Leaning on the table, the warrior chuckles again at the next question and shakes his head. "No Chantry sister has ever lectured me about the Maker. I think they're too scared." He shrugs. "...and the few Templars I've seen before I came here were the rogue kinds out on the roads. If they said something about the Maker, it was because I had just cleaved them with my axe."

For his question? "...I've never smoked elfroot or spindleweed."

[wickedchase]

"I'm absolute shit with barriers," Twisted Fate confesses. "Not that I don't know how to cast them, but I tend to act from a distance and make sure it stays that way. But I'll admit, I don't think I'd ever seen many Vashoth or Tal-Vashoth wear armor, or at least not often." That'd been true, even for his ex-partner.

"Fair enough. Some of them can get a little...gutsy about it. Suppose I'd have to deal with Templars more than you, in any case."

The elf drinks at the question with sigh. "Once, and I wouldn't do it again, honestly. I've never set myself on fire?"

[quietblade]

He shrugs a bit, jabbing a thumb towards his own naked chest. "We prefer to use the vitaar and look scary instead. The vitaar is as good as leather armor, and we look like we're so good we don't need to cover up. A bit of psychological warfare." Silly, maybe, but damn effective. There was something about seeing qunari painted red like blood that scared the shit out of some people.

At the topic of the smoking, he shrugs yet again. "I don't really see the appeal of it, really. I have smoked some water pipe in my days, but there wasn't any of that in them." Tevinter liked their fancy shit.

...then he takes a drink. "I've stepped through some camp fires in my days while battling and set my pants of fire. Not too badly, though." It's a little silly to admit, but in a battle where you needed pain to go on and get pissed off enough to activate you berserker state? It worked.

Time to break out some heavier questions. "I've never had a venereal disease." As far as he knew, at least.

[wickedchase]

"Well. It certainly looks good," Fate remarks with a wry smile. "But I see the purpose behind it. If you aren't wearing apparent armor, most everyone else will be wary at your confidence."

The elf folds his fingers around his mug. "Nor I. I didn't particularly enjoy it; I rather prefer drinking in comparison."

He does chuckle. "Hopefully none of your nice pants, hm? Suppose fighting an enemy that's on fire would probably make someone just as wary. Vitaar and all."

Twisted Fate shakes his head. "And nor I, thankfully. So, you don't have anything to worry about, if you ever decided you wanted a bit of fun." Not pausing long after the less than subtle suggestion, Fate continues with, "I've never thrown up on someone."

[quietblade]

"Oh, they were decent pants because they saved my junk... and a large guy like me, bloody and covered in vitaar, on fucking fire? I'm pretty sure I was a nightmare come alive. The screaming sure made it sound that way." He might be a little proud, who knows.

The answer has the big qunari grinning a bit, raising a brow in interest. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have some fun with a guy like this, but maybe a day when he wasn't half-drunk like this.

"Hmm... I might have as a kid. Definitely did as a young man, though. You're not supposed to drink under the Qun, but rules are kind of bent on Seheron. Me and my karataam drank too much and I remember throwing up on another karasaad." he shrugs a bit, amused. Even the seemingly-heartless Qun had their whoops moments.

"I've never lost my main weapon."

[wickedchase]

"I'm sure it was a terrifying sight indeed." Fate chuckles. "I'm glad I wasn't there for that."

The further they go, and his natural accent from his true heritage as a Dalish comes back in. He doesn't think much of it; it's drink, it happens, but what can be done? He's having fun, and nothing else really matters right now.

He thinks about that statement, then has a drink to finish his mug. "More than a few times. Had to leave a staff or two behind if I was on the run. Which I am, a lot. These days, I hold onto what I got, but always the case."

Fate leans against his chair, letting it hold his weight a little more heavily. "I've never sucked on someone's toes."

[quietblade]

He likes that accent, it makes his voice sound even better. Taas is less affected, having a big body to steep in alcohol before he was loosened enough to slip... but he has a nice buzz going on, feeling relaxed and chatty.

A good thing for this game.

Twisted fate's new question has him laughing, and he shakes his head. "Can't say I've done that, no. I had my toes sucked, however. It was an interesting experience." People got off on different things, after all. He liked leaving marks all over a body, others likes toes... apparently.

"I've never been chased out of bed by an angry husband or wife."

[wickedchase]

"Sounds a little far from my taste. And not entirely sanitary. No offense to your toes, but feet can be a little off." He still manages a laugh, probably helped by the drinks they've been having.

At the next statement, he grins and has a drink. "Ahh, more than once. Not afraid to admit that. Fortunately for me, I'm very good at escapes.

"I've never... ah, hm. Been thrown out a window?"

[quietblade]

"I can't say it was my thing, either, but it made the guy happy..." He shrugs again.

Fate's drink to the adultery escaping is definitely expected, and he chuckles. "I can imagine you are. Out the window, I assume - and yeah, I've been thrown out of plenty of windows. It's usually worse for the window, aside from the time I was thrown from the third floor and broke my leg."

He sounds way too happy about that. It had been a good fight.

"I've never shaved my head."

[wickedchase]

"I've crawled out th' window, never thrown out of it. Lucky me." Fate chuckles. "I'm more surprised anyone had th' strength to throw you, really."

Fate finishes the contents of his mug and sets it down. "Sides of my head. Sort of regretted it. Prefer to keep it grown out now. And, I'm afraid, I think I'm at my limits for now as far as the game goes. Lovely as it has been, Taas."

[quietblade]

He chuckles at that and nods, reaching to grab Twisted Fate's arm in a friendly clasp. He was a little drunk, after all, and he had a good time.

"Have a good night. We should do this again!"