conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DM Masterson: The home away for home for many of our group, or in a few instances home in lieu of anything else, "The Smashed Psyche" is full or regulars tonight.  The proprietor Haggard Sinclair, the mountain of a man who was once an adventurer, is tending the bar.  His beautiful teenage daughter Hope is cheerfully waiting tables and bringing out meals that her dear grandmother, Eunice prepares back in the kitchen.  One table has six dock workers their, eating their meal as they do every evening and downing a few ales and meades.  Another table is full of locals who are ordering pitcher after pitcher of beer celebrating a birthday.  The bar has 7 or 8 people at it, including two dwarves boisterously telling stories, and two ales giving rather snobbish glances at the dwarves while they sip on wine.
  
  As usual, Haggard has reserved the corner table near the fireplace for the six of you.  Hope greets each of you as she takes meal and drink orders.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: thegoldenfedora: Folmun smiles warmly at hope, before ordering a simple fare, preferring to have a cheap bland meal to save copper for a finer ale.
  
  Once the drinks arrived he dived onto telling the story he had been holding on all day.  "My youngest brother went an said his first word today, guess what it was? Hops! The little menace is gonna grow upta be like his eldest I'll bet!"  Folmun takes a moment to keep himself from shedding a prideful tear, covering it as best he could with a swig.  "Course now we have all taken to callin him that, so I'm pretty glad he didn't say nothin troublin like 'bung' cause that ain't a nickname you want to stick" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Miltonian: Tangle avoids looking at the dwarves altogether. Call it an old habit, but she prefers to keep her dealings with them to individuals she feels she can trust. She can count off that list with one claw. In fact, all of them are sitting at this very table.
  
  But tonight, she feels like living it up. Who knows if they'll manage to gather enough gold. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. "  What's the strongest spirit-drink?  " she asks with as much politeness as she knows. It's not a lot, but the spirit is what counts.
  
  She listens to Folmun's story and...doesn't really grasp why it's causing him so much emotion. "  Fast-quick, tell me why 'hops' is such a good name. Is jumping so heart-dear to you?"  "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DM Masterson: Hope smiles to Tangle and responds,  "Probably either the Dwarven 'Shroom Votka or the Orcish Rotgut would be the strongest drink we have in back.  Which would you like?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Miltonian: Tangle thinks for a moment. Dwarven or orcish? Rotgut didn't sound terribly good for her insides, but she'd had good experiences with mushrooms before. In the end, the choice was clear.
  
  "  One shroom vodka, please and thank you,  " she says.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DM Masterson: Hope quickly returns with a small metal tumbler full of a clearish liquid with a cloudy greyish tinge.  It has almost no odor save for a stale smell. The dwarven "votka" appears to be very similar to more traditional vodka's.   "Best of luck dear"  Hope says with a smile.
  
  Tangle: 
   Spoiler 
   Fort Save x2 please when/if you drink it.
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Miltonian: Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Oh well. The drink was sitting in front of her and Tangle wasn't going to refuse it now. She raised it to her lips and drank.
  
   
   Spoiler 
   (1d20+3)[ 13 ] 
   (1d20+3)[ 10 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Vertharrad: Lea scans the room when her group enters the tavern. She takes a seat at the same table as her group and orders a simple meal with an ale when it comes her turn to order. She brushes a stray strand of her hair out of her eyes as the dwarf in her party starts telling them of his family.
  
  Smiling as Tangle voices the question before her, Lea waits till after Tangle is served and chimes in.   "I'm also curious why hops is a good name."   Then looks to Tangle.   "Can you handle dwarven brew? I hear it's some strong stuff..."  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DM Masterson: The burn that Tangle experiences as the spirit goes down her throat it agonizing.  She manages to keep it down and somewhat maintain her composure, but she feels like she just swallowed the burning end of a lit torch.  She feels the spirit course through her body though and feels a bit more care free and confident than usual.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Miltonian: Tangle coughs first. It was a little strong. Then the fire races down her throat and she gasps. Then it reaches her stomach and she falls out of her chair. "  It's great  ," she says, voice transformed into that of someone who'd smoked way too much tobacco throughout their life, "  Everyone should get some  ." She lays there for a moment and lets out a wheeze.
  
  Shakily, she clambers back into her seat and sips the rest of the mug instead of trying to gulp it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: thegoldenfedora: "Hops are one of the key ingredients to makin an ale. You use the hops to give it flavor and aroma. It's got me swellin up with pride cause it means the little tyke has been listenin to me round the house and just might become a brewery himself one day"  Folmun laughs easily at the misunderstanding .  "Let's hope that's the party he takes and not that he is gonna be bouncin round the house all the time. There are plenty other siblings who do that."
  
  "You be careful with that stuff Tangle, us dwarves take our drinks strong!" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: AtS: Percy slaps his knee, laughing at Tangle's antics.   "Okay, I have got to try that stuff for myself! Hope, pour me a glass as well!"   The investigator can't resist a brew that strong.   "Hope it knocks me off my feet, too!"   he says, heartily chuckling, and placing a silver piece on the bar counter.