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Rolled 44

"She was in the water. She made me smile and kisses like a goddess. *hiccup*

Berger wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins drunkenly. "Jusht gettin rid of any leftover food to make more room in my belly for the mead, me boysh, thash all. It'sh an old Roman trick." He slurs contentedly. Then he continues descending the stairs, slipping a bit as he steps...

"I'm with ya!" Berger belches out and follows Osvauld and Weoulf.

Just a warning, I leave tomorrow to move back to cincinnati. I may not get much if any internet time for the rest of the week.
If needed, please NPC my char.
Tanks.

Berger reluctantly steps back from the pedestal, wiping his mouth on the back of one sleeve and lets out a tremendous belch.

When the alcohol begins to blaze, he sighs sadly. "What a waste."

Then he hiccups, which makes him giggle.

mikc wrote:
Weoulf gives the sot a kick in the rear as he passes him, trying to upend the man into the pedastel

OOC: Oh yeah? Ya gonna roll an attack for that kick in the rear, then? Which means i get a counter attack.......

It was a sheep. Woolly love.

Berger, indeed, has his face half-submerged in one of the stone pedestals, slurping away.

The only thing keeping him from complete bliss is the knowledge that he doesn't have a flask on him to fill up while he's here.

Berger continues to follow his nose, sword held out in front of him.

"Berger, by Thor's beard. What are you doing?" "Followin' my instincts boys," Berger calls back down the stairs and smacks his lips. Once he reaches the top of the stairs, he slows down and stretches his arms out in front of him, hands searching for a touch of bottle or barrel. ...

OOC: Dex x 3 = 27, rolled 10
No shit! I thought sure i was gonna fail this one.

http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/3299/gffghfbh0.jpg Berger stands there for a while, undecided in which way to go. He begins sniffing the air, let's out a "Whoop!" and heads south for the stairs. "Stand back me boys," he says as he pushes his way past Orm and Sigfurd and begin...

Yo Dsigfussy, when did you say you were gonna choose a winner for the most embarrassing moment contest?

http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/3299/gffghfbh0.jpg Berger snorts in amusement at Alrik's chastisement and gives his crotch one last scratch. "I'd pay attention if someone were singin' about where to find a damn bottle of mead," he grumbles as he moves to follow the group. But because b...

Berger cocked his head for a moment, listening to the music, then yawned in disinterest.

He leaned back against a pillar, scratched his crotch for a while, then checked his pockets once again for a flask he knew wasn't there.

ROFLMAO!
I love you people.

Well, besides the Germans.

JK! My last name's Ottenheimer.

Hey, i'll fuckin' hate Germans out loud, no need to insinuate anything.

Yay! someone got my Monte Python reference.
I'm not alone.

What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen elephant?

Berger laughs loudly and slaps his knees at Weoulf's tirade as he woke up.

Berger keeps on laughing all the way through Alrik's pep-talk, until finally, he leans back against one of the pillars, wiping the tears from his eyes, his laughter winding down into a few hiccups.