These stouts are not for lightweights. Chug a mug and last man standing wins. Send me three Fort saves in a PM and summary will follow.

Competition or not, it is bad form to pass at free drinks! Stepping up to the table sized for humans, Davorn looks side to side to size up his competition before warning the other contenders, "You'd be best bowin' oot now 'n' nae wasting th' drinks! Ah'll be even mair thursty whin we're dane!" The dwarf licks his chops and sniffs at the contents of the mugs, eager to quench his thirst.

[Private to Runemaster: 12:44, Today: Secret Roll: Davorn Fairingot rolled 26,24,26 using d20+6,d20+6,d20+6. Geez, I should save these rolls for combat! Probably +3 on top of each of those since alcohol is poison?]

Rolls
[Private to GM: 15:55, Wed 06 Oct: Secret Roll: Tobar Rosetti rolled 14,19,23 using d20+7,d20+7,d20+7.  Iron Gut.]

Rolls
[Private to GM: 15:46, Wed 06 Oct: Secret Roll: Dantrollin Trolotter rolled 26 using 1d20+8.  Iron gut 3rd fort save.

15:45, Wed 06 Oct: Secret Roll: Dantrollin Trolotter rolled 15 using 1d20+8.  Iron gut 2nd fort save.

15:45, Wed 06 Oct: Secret Roll: Dantrollin Trolotter rolled 27 using 1d20+8.  Iron gut 1st fort save .]

This event was one that drew a large crowd and raucous cheers as rounds were poured of amber liquid that had a pleasant scent. One human didn't even make it a third of the way through the first mug when he wobbled and fell over. Several others weren't far behind him. Tobar could feel a slight buzz by the time he finished his mug but was still standing. Dantrollin and Davorn looked as if they had just drank water.

The second round was poured and this time was a little darker and didn't smell nice at all though not too horrid. This packed more of a punch and Tobar felt woozy and slumped into a chair with enough force that it tipped over. Dantrollin too felt the effects and staggered, almost managing to get in a chair but instead found himself sitting on the ground. Davorn downed his and gave a hearty belch, eliciting a round of cheers among the laughter at seeing so many others laying about snoring.

The third round saw only Davorn and a very large half-orc given a brew that was dark and foul smelling. The crowd chanted as the two chugged the large tankard. Davorn's tankard thudded down first and while he might have felt a slight buzz, it was clear the other felt a lot more. The half-orc tried to slam his tankard down but missed the table and toppled over, faceplanting on the floor and groaning.

The innkeeper of The Rusty Dragon stepped forth with a huge smile on his face."Our winner is Davorn Fairingot! A fine show indeed!!" He held out a small keg to the dwarf. "This is a fine dwarven stout I've had set aside. May it bring you warmth on a cold night."

The dwarf with the hollow leg accepts the proprietor's keg graciously, immediately unstoppering the keg to take a large swig of the stout before agreeing, "A braw draft indeed! Thank ye kindly fur th' drinks!" He holds the keg up in celebration and for others to see for a few moments before loading it carefully into his pack for later.