2022.07.17: Drinking Challenge

Drinking Challenge
Challenge
IC Date	2022.07.17
IC Time	Evening
Players	Kennard, Tinlin, Daffyd
Location	Scotland
Prp/Tp	The Cursed Cow
Spheres	Garou
Theme Song	Hit me with your first shot! Fire away!

The phone rings on his nightstand. Ringgg. With a sigh, Kennard moves and pulls the covers up over them. He picks up the phone, looking to see who it is before answering. " 'ello."

"It's your mother." Her voice on the phone doesn't sound very pleased. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. Are ye sitting down, my son?"

Tinlin looks over him and then looks to the phone. She mouths silently, "Who is it?" "Yes Ma'." Kennard says. "I'm putting on the video." He says and turns it on, holding the phone so Tiana can be seen. "Whatever it is, Tiana needs to hear it too." Writing reality out to disk. Please wait... Reality saved. Thank you for your patience.

Tiana gives a little wave to the phone. "Oh? Is there news?"

His mother greets her, "Hello Tiana, dear. Yes, alright listen, as we just received a summons for you officially from the Challenge Master. It seems, that Timothy McDougall, Lady Sam's younger brother, has been bragging over at Sam Reedy's house, that he wants to... how do I not put this so lewdly, mmm," she pauses. "Avenge his sister, by putting The Bleeder under his thumb, and challenging her Champion. He wants to challenge to be her mate. And here, there's no rules as to be waiting for the rank of Fostern, to not be an asshat. I'm afraid it's official, ye'll need to think of what the challenge call will be, since yer provoked on this. Sorry loves."

Tinlin responds before Ken can, "But I don't live in Scotland anymore, and I'm not of this other garou's home Sept. And our Sept I highly doubt would honor something like this, if I refused. Which I do refuse. I may have punched that jackwagon of a bitch in the nose for her pushing me into the apple cart, but she deserved it." She doesn't look pleased to hear this news. "Tis stupid, and I'm not complying. There's more than enough garou this way, to fend off this challenge, that he should be pissin' his pants."

His mother replies on the phone, "It's a matter for Ken's honor, dear. Let's hear what Ken has to say first, before jumping to bigger fish. Breathe dear. He may be Cliath still, but he's a Madden."

Giving Tiana a little squeeze he nods. "Tis a matter of honor." Ken points out. "If I don't accept, it makes our actions look cowardly. Which, we both know aren't words used to describe us." He looks to Tiana and then back to his mom, "I accept. We'll do this Fianna style. Drink a fifth of Fianna brew and then step into the Circle. He wants my mate, he needs to be able to stand and take a beating."

Tiana looks at Ken, "In the eyes of the people here, I've consented to courting. I don't want you to get in trouble for saying 'Mate'. Dinnae rush such things an get everyone into a tizzy. But ye 'ave my full permission to use as many explectives of colorful Fianna language you wish to with that second jackwagon in the McDougall family."

His Mother says over the speaker, "I've already put out announcements for Silver Tara, as requested. But I'll contact the Challenge Master, and let him know you consent and what challenge you've called for. Will we be expecting you this evening? Father can send a moonbridge for you. I advise we get this done quickly, and squash it out. I don't want it to taint your time at the Silver Tara."

With a bit of a sigh, Ken nods, "Yeah. I'll be dressed and ready. I'm gonna mop the stone floor with his face before it's over with." Ken says with a frown. "Guess we've got a problem with the MacDougall's. I'll make short work of it." He looks to Tianna. "I cannae fault him for trying to appease his family and sister's honor." Ken says, kissing her temple, "He just chose poorly in his methods. Allowing me to set the challenge left him at a disadvantage."

Tinlin squeezes Ken's hand. "If ye lose, I'm nae going. Just so you know. I know some fae that will make him rot somewhere in a dark hole for being a pain in me arse. An Skully, I think if I told him I was in trouble, he'd come help too. But, I'll hold me breath until it's over." She really hates this.

His mother speaks up again, "I think Tiana should stay safely at the castle until this is over. We are hoping to not have everyone see her until her coming out at the Midsummer Ball, which is also in -very bad- taste for McDougal to be casting a challenge, before she's officially out and well circulated at Tara to be seen and recognized. We don't want more challenges, coming our way until the nobles recognize Madden is protecting her name and family line. We expect the strength and awareness of her family backing her, should be enough."

NEXT SCENE: Daffyd walks into the room from outside, "Greetings cousin. You called and asked me to come see you?"

Coming front the way of the master tower is Kennard. He looks serious and very unhappy. He's walking with Tiana on his arm. "We're making a quick trip to the Silver Tara this afternoon." He says to Daffyd, "I have to go defend mine and Tiana's honor. That weasel from MacDougall decided to challenge me for the right to mate her."

Daffyd looks back and forth between the two, "Do you need me to go with you as a second, or someone to watch over her while you are otherwise occupied to ensure no shennaigans take place?"

Tinlin walks in and sighs, but she does greet Daffyd with a slight curtsey. She's flushed and not looking to good about this idea of a challenge being called down on her, ie. them. "Hello Daffyd. Tis good to see ye again, just wish it was under better circumstances."

"I need a second." Kennard explains. "Not that I'm worried. I'm gonna drink his ass under the table then mop the floor with his face." Kennard seems pretty sure of this. He checks himself, adjusts his tartan and then leans in to kiss Tiana. "I shall return shortly. Don't fret, this will be handled with prejudice."

The two travel to Scotland:

It's not long before the moonbridge is summoned. The trip to Scotland takes moments. No jetlag either. It's later in the evening here. There's a group waiting at the other end. The men are all in clan tartans and dress. Lady Mauve is in a beautiful dress, also wearing her tartan. She smiles brightly, and everyone knows Daffyd. "Come on me boys, where's me hug?" She calls rushing forward after a short curtsey.

When Mom asks for a hug, I don't care how big you are, she gets one. Ken accepts the hug, and Daffyd gets on as well. He sighs and tries to smile. "The Master of Challenge is waiting. Hope ye had something to eat." She says to Ken. She looks to Daffyd, "Dashing as ever me boy. Good to see ya." The Madden clan all greet them. Kennard seems to be all business now. "Why he chose this route is beyond me. But let's get this done. I have other things to take care of."

Daffyd hugs his cousin's mother and looks at her, "as beautiful as ever my other mother, has anything changed? Anything that we need to know that may have popped up in the interim?", he stands ready to follow Kennard as needed.

Harold gives the boys firm handshakes. "Nothing other than Kennard turnin' e'veryone on their ear. He stumbled into this bonny lass and it's been a roller coaster." He nods, "But ye know Kennard, he's got to do things with such flair and drama." It's not a bad compliment. But Ken is a little extra, ya know. "They be waitin' fer ya on the tournament field. There's a couple of witnesses, incase things get out of hand. I know yer temper son. Try to not lose it."

Some of those witnesses on the field, happen to be friends of house MacDougall, and some of house Madden. On the MacDougall side, someone is holding a tablet screen in hand and watching the viral video of the Marketplace incident. You hear, ""You CURSED COW!" In Lady Sam's voice. There's rustling between two women, then in Tin's voice you hear, ""Stop it, or else!" Sam yells back, "Or else what?!" SWACK! Tinlin punches her in the nose! Sam cries, "YOU broke my nose!" The harpy shrieks. 'You heathen! If you put one toe in Silver Tara, I will ruin you!" She cries in the middle of the shopping floor. Wailing, she is holding her broken, and bloody nose.

It can't be helped. Someone from MacDougall side, laughs. And Timothy, the brother to Lady Sam, elbows him in the gut. "Don't laugh. That's my sister." The other guy still laughs, "Fucking Bleeder man. Dude, even you have to admit that's funnier than hell." Walking in, Kennard holds his head up high. He's always poised and presentable. He frowns a bit at hearing the video. He clears his throat, "Funny or not, it's an insult to the lady's honor and unless you want to answer to -ME-, I'd suggest you save such jests for the locker room." Which lady, who knows, but Ken leaves it at that. He takes a deep breath and continues to walk towards the table and the Master of Challenges.

The Master of Challenges sees Ken finally arriving with his second, Daffyd, and beckons him forward to check in. He also yells over at Timothy and his buddy, "Put that tablet away!" He doesn't have to ask twice. He states, "Do you agree to abide by all challenge rules, and honor the final outcome?" He's right to the chase. "If so, everyting has been prepared. And if you fail to complete this challenge as to it's protocols, your Second is prepared to take your place?" He eyes Daffyd.

Daffyd walks in accompanying Kennard in the proper manner. His usually friendly, open face is now somber, the seriousness of the situation calling for the utmost of decorum. He has to hope his cousin keeps a handle on his well known temper, this is not the time and place to lose control. He mentally shrugs at himself as he realizes he isn't really that much better in that regard than Kennard, but it usually takes a bit more to spark his rage than Kennard is usually willing to put up with.

Daffyd nods in respectful acknowledgement of the Master of Challenges question, "Aye honored Master, I am so prepared."

Checking himself and then looking to the Master of Challenges, Kennard bows his head. "Aye, I am ready, as is my second." He looks to Timothy, taking a deep breath, "I, Kennard Ry Madden, rited Wrath of Morrigu, Ahroun, born of man to the Fianna, Brother of Berne, (all the lineages), hereby accept your challenge. Ye shall drink till ye've had yer fill and then we shall step into circle, may Gaia forgive me for what I'm about to do to you." That last part isn't supposed to be there. Ken's not pulling punches and making his disdain aware to EVERYONE.

Timothy steps forward, "And I, Timothy MacDougall, rited Fimble me Fiddle, Ragabash, born of man to the Best of the Best Fianna, Brother to Samantha (all the lineages), hereby challenge you for the hand of Tiana Tinsdale, the lady ..." Someone behind him coughs 'cow' under their breath. Snickers follow in the group, but Timothy gives them frowny face. "The lady of Midlothorien, to be more worthy of me house than yers." The slight is there, but it's going to pass for 'somewhat' honorable. "No funny business," The Challenger warns. "Let's begin."

The group here to encourage house Madden, are mostly Kennard's and Daffyd's friends. When someone mentions cow, a low grrr is sounded by the back row lot. The nonsense cuts on MacDougall's side.

The challenge is to drink a bottle of Fianna brew. Enough to knock a Garou's dick in the dirt. Ken growls at Timothy. "I'm going to scar that face of yours permenantly." THAT was a threat that gets him a dirty look from everyone. He pops the top on his bottle and offers a toast before turning the bottle up, watching Timothy as he starts to chug. For a highborn, this is drinking lowbrow style.

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======--->
Kennard rolls Stamina vs 7 for 2 successes.
3 5 +8 +9
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Kennard's EFFECTIVE ALCOHOL_TOLERANCE is at least 1 <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Daffyd rolls Stamina vs 7 for 1 successes. 3 +9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> Both warriors shift to Crinos. Both drink. Timothy says with a slur, "Shtand shtill ya bastard, I am going clean yer clock and claim the lady for me own." <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Singer-of_Lore rolls Dexterity + Brawl + -1 vs 7 for 0 successes. 1 2 3 5 7 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <OOC> Tinlin says, "Timothy misses." <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Wrath-of-Morrigu rolls Dexterity + Brawl vs 6 for 3 successes. 1 2 3 4 +8 +8 +10 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> Singer-of_Lore Timothy says with a slur, Shtand shtill ya bastard, I am going clean yer clock and claim the lady for me own. <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Wrath-of-Morrigu rolls Strength + 1 + 2 vs 6 for 7 successes. 2 2 3 4 +6 +6 +8 +9 +9 +9 +9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Singer-of_Lore rolls Dexterity + Dodge + -1 vs 7 for 3 successes. 4 4 +7 +8 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Wrath-of-Morrigu rolls Dexterity + Brawl vs 6 for 5 successes. 2 5 5 +6 +7 +10 +10 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Wrath-of-Morrigu rolls Strength + 1 + 4 vs 6 for 10 successes. 3 4 4 +6 +6 +6 +6 +7 +7 +9 +10 +10 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Singer-of_Lore rolls Stamina vs 6 for 4 successes. 4 +7 +10 +10 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Singer-of_Lore rolls 3 vs 6 for 2 successes. 2 +8 +9 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> Timothy still doesn't yield! Hell no, he ain't! <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Wrath-of-Morrigu rolls Dexterity + Brawl vs 6 for 3 successes. 1 3 4 5 +7 +9 +9 10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> <---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Wrath-of-Morrigu rolls Dexterity + Brawl vs 6 for 4 successes. 2 2 4 4 +7 +8 +8 +10 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============-------------> Timothy shifts to his crinos form and lunges at Kennard with a swiping claw at his head. He completely misses, his reflex a bit off from the Fianna brew no doubt. As Kennard counterattacks with a massive blow he manages somehow to dodge the blow by a narrow margin. Unfortunantly for him Kennard's follow up attack hits every bit as hard as the first blow would have. His eyes watering, Timothy growls out "I will never yield you tarted up dandy." but, even as he makes this defiant declaration his eyes glaze over and roll up into his head as he topples over like a tree felled in the forest, hitting the ground with a thud and laying there unmoving.

This is what happens when you go after a Madden's woman! Kennard steps into the circle as both men shift into crinos form. There is a roar from Kennard that can be heard for a very long distance. He staggers a bit and then looks at Timothy, his face cracking a smile. When Timothy lunges, he misses by a mile. When his first claw is missed, Ken goes balls out and rushes Timothy! He swipes him from chin to groin! As Timothy starts to fall over, the Rage glows in Kennard's eyes. He catches the Ragabash midfall and holds him up, off his feet. He roars in his face fueled with rage before BACKHANDING Timothy not once, but TWICE! Then tosses the Ragabash to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He looks to the MacDougalls, blood still dripping from his claws, <<It's OVER, the next one meets Gaia.>> He stands there, waiting for someone to step forward.

Yeah, no one is stepping forward after that. And EVERYONE is quiet on both sides of the audience.

Master of Challenges steps forward, and calls the victor, "I hereby declare that Wrath of Morrigu is the winner of this challenge." He calls to one of the local Theurges. "Someone heal this other Wolf, and get him off my field." He grumps. He yells turt, like a military seargant, "Everyone dismissed!"