The drinking contest was held on a simple stage in the middle of the tournament's grounds. On this stage were individual tables and chairs. On each table there was a small keg, probably filled with ale of some sort. A surprising amount of people would come by and see this event, by the looks of the audience.
At the sides of the stage there were a few servants and a huge pile of numbered kegs. It would seem that the contestants would not need to get up themselves to get their booze. Which was a good thing, because some of them looked barely capable of walking.
Among them was Vos Valkear's Beergut: The biggest Minotaur anyone had ever seen, both in size and in width. The towering black furred Minotaur had an enormous gut and at least three chins. He was at a state where he looked horrifying, rather than comical. This was no gentle giant. His beady eyes had something eerie about them. With each step the Minotaur took, the stage trembled ever so slightly. It was amazing the chair could hold him as he sat down.
At the sides of the stage there were a few servants and a huge pile of numbered kegs. It would seem that the contestants would not need to get up themselves to get their booze. Which was a good thing, because some of them looked barely capable of walking.
Among them was Vos Valkear's Beergut: The biggest Minotaur anyone had ever seen, both in size and in width. The towering black furred Minotaur had an enormous gut and at least three chins. He was at a state where he looked horrifying, rather than comical. This was no gentle giant. His beady eyes had something eerie about them. With each step the Minotaur took, the stage trembled ever so slightly. It was amazing the chair could hold him as he sat down.
Ahn'Kahets champion that they sent forth was...What appeared at first to be nothing more than one of the many abominations that served in their armies as heavy infantry units and to inspire terror in their foes. This one however was different. Instead of a gaping hole where it's innards would hung lose that entire portion was stitched up, giving the appearance of a quivering fat man with many stitches, and an extra arm on it's back that had no real use.
The abominations face had been put together in a way that it always looked like it was smiling, to the point of looking just plain creepy with the small head atop it's massive, distended body.
The mishappen giant took a seat on one of the chairs, while the wood could be heard creaking and cracking, the chair miraculously held together
The abominations face had been put together in a way that it always looked like it was smiling, to the point of looking just plain creepy with the small head atop it's massive, distended body.
The mishappen giant took a seat on one of the chairs, while the wood could be heard creaking and cracking, the chair miraculously held together
Under these two giants was the significantly shorter and thinner General Daryn Gyloekh. He was much younger than most generals, as his father was only recently deceased. At six feet tall, well muscled and tanned by working on the military green, General Gyloekh was an imposing figure on the battlefield, but would seem out of place in a competition such as this to anyone who didn't know him very well. He sat down opposite Beergut and waited for an announcement.
Slowly, ponderously a treant walked tlwards the stage. It was big even for Treant standards towering ulwards with limbs the size of tree trunks, while the head was hidden behind a mass of lichen. Apart from two glowing dots which indicated the whereabouts of his eyes.
As he moved towards the stage he effortlessly stepped onto the stage however when he moved to sit down he accidentally crushed the chair he was supposed to sit on. Looking at the splintered remains sadly muttering a few words in a foreign dialect, almost like a prayer. Looking up it settled stand next to the table rather then break anymore chairs.
As he moved towards the stage he effortlessly stepped onto the stage however when he moved to sit down he accidentally crushed the chair he was supposed to sit on. Looking at the splintered remains sadly muttering a few words in a foreign dialect, almost like a prayer. Looking up it settled stand next to the table rather then break anymore chairs.
The Vothyl Sylian woman who approached was definitely different from others. As she pulled herself from the crowd, handing her cracked, battle scarred mask to her companions, the other horned, pale skinned men and women seemed to revere her as she approached. She did not wear the robes or armor of her companions, seeming to wear a much lighter version that left her arms bare, the pale blue skin visible to everyone. Her face had many scars, no doubt having seen her fair share of battles, if not more.
As she sat down, the chair was more than enough to support her... Unlike her competitors. As she sat down, she motioned towards the crowd, where a younger Vothyl Sylian quickly pulled herself forward. Still wearing her tradition robes, they seemed to be much lighter, as if the foreign people had been experimenting with how to adapt in the warmer environments.
The battle scarred, lightly dressed Vothyl Sylian spoke a few incomprehensible words to her younger cohert. It wouldn't take anyone long to realize that the issue was a language barrier. The older woman no doubt had very little if no understanding of language outside of the Vothyl Sylian culture.
As she sat down, the chair was more than enough to support her... Unlike her competitors. As she sat down, she motioned towards the crowd, where a younger Vothyl Sylian quickly pulled herself forward. Still wearing her tradition robes, they seemed to be much lighter, as if the foreign people had been experimenting with how to adapt in the warmer environments.
The battle scarred, lightly dressed Vothyl Sylian spoke a few incomprehensible words to her younger cohert. It wouldn't take anyone long to realize that the issue was a language barrier. The older woman no doubt had very little if no understanding of language outside of the Vothyl Sylian culture.