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[–] Grifter42 [S] ago 

You roll an eighteen. They are drinking, and the king white man is shouting.

"Dra-iinkay! DRAAAINNK! FAAAOOR THEAAH ENAAAEMAHYAH EEIIIS HAYARE!"

They all scream, and drink the liquid.

The man shouts, "AAAITTAH WAAASASHH JAAHOOSSHTSA AHH TTRUAIAAAL! AAH TEYEST OOF LOYAAALTY!"

You don't understand a word of it, but you understand it as some sort of religious ritual. You pray to your five gods to protect you.

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[–] GoodGoy420 ago  (edited ago)

I ask the gods to imbue my thunderstick with aim that is true, I look for the source of their imbibements and take aim.

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[–] Grifter42 [S] ago 

You roll a sixteen.

Your thunderstorm rack-tack-tack-rack-tack-tack-kabooms multiple times with one bang-pull, and the imbibement pot is destroyed. Those who have already drank begin to convulse. it is a small fraction of them, however. The rest, seeing this, begin to scream. Fear is a language you understand.