OPEN QUEST:Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Boxer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Selphie, Risppt, open<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>I also stole this from Envious in her quest thread because it's so nice and simple to work with.<br/><br/>“Since we are a group and there is combat, I have put together a fairly straightforward combat system for us. For the sake of clarity, you will just choose how much damage you are dealing to a monster and make note of it at the bottom of your post. This will allow writers to know when it is appropriate to land the killing blow to a monster. Your typical damage should be between 0-4 per attack unless it is relevant to the narrative to do more ie: those save-the-day Hero moments where you muster that inner strength!<br/><br/>It is 100% acceptable to control the monsters and their actions. You may also choose how much damage they do to your character. There will be no player deaths or anything - just choose what fits your narrative and is fun to write.” <br/><br/>Also this will be a quest with multiple ways to handle the foes, you can fight, you can trick, tease, or disable. Fighting the boss will likely be a group effort.<br/><br/><strong>Reminder from the quest thread</strong>: We have drunken Kobolds of both male and female varieties. Able to be fooled, fought, or disabled with properly placed teasing or displays of sexual dominance. Boss will be a magic slinging Blue Kobold female with a penchant for large female endowments, a glass jaw, and an inability to turn down a drinking game.</div></div><br/><br/>Funny how a mere few hours ago Yokun was considering giving up drinking for the chance at a future with a pretty little Blood Elf he spent a passionate night with. But upon waking he found himself cold and alone, the sneaky Elf had vanished though she was far nicer than most of his one-night stands. She left him a note and one of her rings, the note told him about how great the night had been, but she woke up with a strange feeling in her stomach. She had a good idea what it was, but Elves have funny anatomy apparently and she needed to return to her homeland to make sure. She promised to return to him someday and made no bones about the fact she might not be returning alone.<br/><br/>It gave the drunken boxer a strange warmth in his throat, and he made a promise that should she return alone or not he would give up the devil's brew...but that was at least nine months in the future and as soon as he came down for breakfast this morning a familiar Hafling and Gargoyle were waiting for him in the taproom. Mugs and Niels were the right and left hand man and woman of his long time friend Bondor Grayback, Brewmaster extraordinaire. While he would never says this to Hieronymous's face, the old Troll could brew a beverage from dish water and lemon juice and put near anything the surly human male could muster to shame. Bondor just had...a way...with alcohol, his Clan has been brewing alcohol since time in memorial. And because they are nomadic they can gather ingredients and tips from all over the world.<br/><br/>And sometimes they find rare vintages and need help retrieving them. Today was one of those days, Niels being the super attractive Gargoyle woman she was already had men hanging around her trying to buy drinks and win favor. But Gargoyles are very picky and powerful lovers most men would be flattened under her weight alone, not even Yokun was that lucky. Still she always gave him the toothiest smile she could muster and handed him Bondor's note with all the details and interesting tidbits for the Wanted Poster. They didn't stick around, but gave him a map to Bondor's camp which he tacked to the bottom of the poster before grabbing a nice full skin of wine and started off. He would need a few drinks to try and rinse the pain of Suna's leaving from his mind, it was empty by the time he reached the Troll's camp. As usual Bondor was all jollies and joy, he refilled Yokun's wine skin with some of his best ale and the boxer planted himself on a stump waiting for someone to answer the poster. He'd be bouncing out around noon with or without help though.