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[freeformschooler]

Slightly jump in shock, then recover.

"W-what kind of "wish"? If you're making a pick-up line... I'd suggest not to, really. Hint, I'm part succubus. I do more draining than the average woman, y'know? If, that wasn't your intention, I apologize for jumping to conclusions. It's just that I've heard them all. Any pickup line you could imagine. Try me if you'd like.

Cynri will calmly find the bartender and use her... power of seduction to get a free drink. Failing that, she'll threaten to torch him with her other powers. If he's still unfazed, kick him and leave the inn. Assuming I get a drink, sit back down and sip on it.

Albrecht hunches over and follows Cynri to the bar. He's had one too many, but if there's free drinks, how can he say no? Besides, moon people are great at metabolizing alcohol. Trufax.

"ALBRECHT AM PART GENIE. FIRE GENIE! MUST OFFER WISH ONCE PER DAY. OR ELSE GIVE WISH TO SELF. WISHES GUARANTEED TO ALWAYS COME TRUE! SOMEHOW. MAYBE."

[DrPoo]

ENSLAVE ALL OF CELERY KIN.

[TherosPherae]

Churar: Hit on people in an indiscriminate fashion.

[Kadzar]

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Well, best not to keep this lady waiting... Git yourself moving to that room now! Bring my drugs.

You find your way to the door, and, upon knocking, you hear her voice from the other side saying, "come in."

The first thing you see when you open the door is a blackjack table, with a dealer shuffling cards.

"I hope you don't mind," she says. "It helps get me in the mood."

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

Sorry for the late post. I live in Europe.

Drink the vodka and ask the tavern keeper for a quest, since I seem to be out of pinecones at the moment. Something like killing 10 giant rats in the tavern's cellar would be nice.

(*Roll*^*roll*+1) She looks scandalized. "How dare you speak such slander, sir! This is a respectable establishment; we do not have rats! However, we do have a rather nasty outbreak of dire mice down there, so, if you kill 10 of them and bring them to me, I'll consider your debt settled."

Welp, time to spin up, then use the spin attack classic method to cut my way out.

(*Roll*/*roll*+*roll*) You swing your sword from the spine to the belly and back again, and
suddenly you emerge into the Lusty Wyvern in a pile of guts and two halves of a bisected giant cow.

Slightly jump in shock, then recover.

"W-what kind of "wish"? If you're making a pick-up line... I'd suggest not to, really. Hint, I'm part succubus. I do more draining than the average woman, y'know? If, that wasn't your intention, I apologize for jumping to conclusions. It's just that I've heard them all. Any pickup line you could imagine. Try me if you'd like.

Cynri will calmly find the bartender and use her... power of seduction to get a free drink. Failing that, she'll threaten to torch him with her other powers. If he's still unfazed, kick him and leave the inn. Assuming I get a drink, sit back down and sip on it.

(*Roll*+*roll*/(*roll*-x)=3. Solve for x.) The bartender says, "You're cute, can I buy you a drink. How'd you like a Dwarvish appletini?" He hands you the drink with a wink.

Slightly jump in shock, then recover.

"W-what kind of "wish"? If you're making a pick-up line... I'd suggest not to, really. Hint, I'm part succubus. I do more draining than the average woman, y'know? If, that wasn't your intention, I apologize for jumping to conclusions. It's just that I've heard them all. Any pickup line you could imagine. Try me if you'd like.

Cynri will calmly find the bartender and use her... power of seduction to get a free drink. Failing that, she'll threaten to torch him with her other powers. If he's still unfazed, kick him and leave the inn. Assuming I get a drink, sit back down and sip on it.

Albrecht hunches over and follows Cynri to the bar. He's had one too many, but if there's free drinks, how can he say no? Besides, moon people are great at metabolizing alcohol. Trufax.

"ALBRECHT AM PART GENIE. FIRE GENIE! MUST OFFER WISH ONCE PER DAY. OR ELSE GIVE WISH TO SELF. WISHES GUARANTEED TO ALWAYS COME TRUE! SOMEHOW. MAYBE."

(*Roll*/3+5.776x*roll*) The tavern keeper walks over. "You know what I wish? I wish my husband wouldn't flirt with other women."

The barkeeper speaks up, "You know what I wish? I wish my wife realized that I need to flirt a little with the customers to make them want to buy drinks."

*Magical sounds and sparkles appear*

"What the hell are you doing honey, get flirting with that girl! You won't sell any drinks the way you're going."

"Dammit, woman, why are you always nagging me to flirt with other women. There are just some things a man will not do, and this is one of them!"

ENSLAVE ALL OF CELERY KIN.

The telepathic celery is alarm by your desire to enslave all of it's kin, and tries to fight you to stop such a thing from happening, but is unable to, because it is just celery, after all, and therefore unable to move of it's own volition.

Churar: Hit on people in an indiscriminate fashion.

(*Roll*+*roll*, *roll*) You don't get a lot of good response from the people you're hitting on, and (*roll*/*roll*/*roll*/*roll*) in fact, one person even decides to stab you. Oddly enough, after you pull out the blade, the wound heals almost instantly. You now have a free knife.

[freeformschooler]

((Glorious. Perfect. I laughed.))

[TherosPherae]

Churar: Return stabbing.

[Doomblade187]

Wiping the gore off of him and his bolas, Jamethon walks up to the bar and asks for a drink, and then proceeds to purchase room and board, preferably at a discount.

[Kadzar]

Churar: Return stabbing.

(*Roll*, *roll* vs *roll*-3) You stab the quarter-orc who originally stabbed you. He winces in pain as he pulls out the knife, and (*roll* /*roll*+1d6) you notice that, even though you cut him as deep as he did you, his wound didn't heal like yours did, and he immediately sets off to go find medical attention.

Wiping the gore off of him and his bolas, Jamethon walks up to the bar and asks for a drink, and then proceeds to purchase room and board, preferably at a discount.

(*Reaction roll*+*secret variables*) "That'll be 135 pinecones, but I can offer you a 55 pinecone discount if you'll let me take that giant cow carcass off your hands."

[Doomblade187]

Take the deal, and then spend as few rock chips as possible at a money exchanger in order to get the money. Threats of violence are allowed. Then join in on the bar fight.

[TherosPherae]

Churar: Hit the quarter-orc with a Rapid Aging spell.
Churar: Start a small barfight for no specific reason.
Or both. In fact, preferably both.

[Kadzar]

Take the deal, and then spend as few rock chips as possible at a money exchanger in order to get the money. Threats of violence are allowed. Then join in on the bar fight.

"I sorry, but we only take pinecones as payment for rooms. It's the only currency we can verify; well, besides Thyracian Sparkle Stones, but we've made it a policy not to take that as payment anymore after a certain incident. But I can still give you 55 pincones for the giant cow."

Churar: Hit the quarter-orc with a Rapid Aging spell.
Churar: Start a small barfight for no specific reason.
Or both. In fact, preferably both.

(*Roll*,*roll* vs *secret variable*, *roll*+2) You cast a Rapid Aging spell on the quater-orc, and he trips, falls, and can't get up. It's really not funny like the commercials made it seems; more sad, really. Also, he is still bleeding out from the stab wound you gave him.

Then you sock a nearby Riparian Birdman for absolutely no reason.

The bartender shouts, "hey, no fighting in here! The aggressive act we allow here is communicative stabbings."

[TherosPherae]

Churar: Apologize to the bartender, then go find a different bar that might be more open to spontaneous acts of violence.

[Tsuchigumo550]

(Can I get a roll for the strength of the drink? Assume Cynri has fairly low alcohol tolerance.)

"Ah. That's quite a refreshing trait, you know... It's quite tough to actually come up with something. How about, "I wish I won't have a hangover tomorrow?"

Cynri chuckles softly to herself, then finishes her drink, socializes with Albrecht, then goes to sleep, not particularly caring who follows her as she plans to sleep clothed tonight.

"Are all genies, y'know, naturally this nice? I can tell, it's genuine. So many people just want to get in my pants... I guess it's the Succubus thing, but you'd think I could turn off the "attract anything with a libido" power. Pros and cons, y'know.

[Doomblade187]

Find a moneychanger, after accepting the 55 pinecones for the giant cow.

[Kadzar]

Churar: Apologize to the bartender, then go find a different bar that might be more open to spontaneous acts of violence.

If you want a bar that doesn't mind it's patrons beating the crap out of each other, you'll need to find a bad guy bar. Or possibly a fight club, but it's hard to get a good recommendation for one of them because people seem adverse to talking about them for some reason.

(Can I get a roll for the strength of the drink? Assume Cynri has fairly low alcohol tolerance.)

"Ah. That's quite a refreshing trait, you know... It's quite tough to actually come up with something. How about, "I wish I won't have a hangover tomorrow?"

Cynri chuckles softly to herself, then finishes her drink, socializes with Albrecht, then goes to sleep, not particularly caring who follows her as she plans to sleep clothed tonight.

"Are all genies, y'know, naturally this nice? I can tell, it's genuine. So many people just want to get in my pants... I guess it's the Succubus thing, but you'd think I could turn off the "attract anything with a libido" power. Pros and cons, y'know.

(*Roll*) With a couple of sips of your Dwarvish appletini, you're already feeling a little tipsy. When you make your wish, though, you feel just fine again. Also, you find your drink has mysteriously vanished.

Find a moneychanger, after accepting the 55 pinecones for the giant cow.

Since it's a little after nine at night, all the moneychangers have closed up shop for the night. You'll either have to find someone in the bar who's willing to change your money or find some means to quickly acquire the necessary funds.