Best mission eva!

I love this part of the whispers campaign called "Down the hatch!" and took the dialogue off the wiki for you to appreciate just how good the writing is for this mish ;D

CONTAINS SPOILERS (obviously)




At Second Mate Khebril:

Lightbringer Tybalt Leftpaw: Yar, me harties! I'll wager my buddy here can drink you foul-smelling lot under the table! Now, who's got the guts to challenge us?
<Character name>: A drinking competition? What are you doing?
Lightbringer Tybalt Leftpaw: Ssh, just go with it. Trust me.
Second Mate Khebril: Who are you scoundrels, and what's you wager?
Lightbringer Tybalt Leftpaw: I'm...I'm Two-Tibs A'whisker, and this is...uh...Bloodcovered Backstabbin' Blackjack the Blade. Yeah...and our wager is two fistfuls of gold. Are you in?
Second Mate Khebril: Aye, I'm in. Jackdaws, belly up to the bar! Fill your mugs and lay your money down!

[edit] The drinking competition

Starting the drinking competition (non-cinematic):

Second Mate Khebril: Listen up, you seadogs. Come witness a bout to be remembered! The bold newcomer versus your favorite cheap date, One-Drink Drake!
One-Drink Drake: I hate you guys.
Second Mate Khebril: A titanic match of fortitude and resilience! Let the drinking begin!
One-Drink Drake: I'll drink you under the table, lubber.

When you beat One-Drink Drake (non-cinematic):

One-Drink Drake: Here we go again. One more for the road?
One-Drink Drake: No fair! I can't drink two drinks. I only have four hands.
One-Drink Drake: Room...spinning...
Second Mate Khebril: Hey, One-Drink Drake has lived up to his name. No surprise there.

Starting round two (non-cinematic):

Second Mate Khebril: Our second contender: small but fierce, watch out for Kiplr the Tippler!
Kiplr the Tippler: Prepare to be inebriated to inebri-livion, stranger.
Second Mate Khebril: Round two...go!
Kiplr the Tippler: Brains, brawn, and brigandry-I'll drink until you're pretty, and that'll be a while.

When you beat Kiplr the Tippler (non-cinematic):

Kiplr the Tippler: Most forti-forti-forty-fluid-us. Fortuidous. Yeah. That. Whoo!
Kiplr the Tippler: Head goes down, ears go up, that floor looks... mighty soft.
Second Mate Khebril: Ho! The Tippler has toppled!

Starting round three (non-cinematic):

Second Mate Khebril: Our contest isn't over. Welcome that hollow-legged hellion, Grana Gruzzlemaw!
Grana Gruzzlemaw: No time for talking. Must drink!
Second Mate Khebril: This is for the win! No excuses, and no prisoners. Drink up till you're falling down!
Grana Gruzzlemaw: Keep your eyes on the booze and your head in the game, fool.

When you beat Grana Gruzzlemaw (non-cinematic):

Grana Gruzzlemaw: Titan's teeth... what kind of filthy shenanigan-liver do you have?
Grana Gruzzlemaw: You must be made of sponges! Oh, wise one...teach me...teach me your ways.

After winning the competition:

Second Mate Khebril: Unbelievable! The newcomer, Blackjack, is the last drinker standing! We've got ourselves a new Potentate of Potables!
Lightbringer Tybalt Leftpaw: Surprise, surprise, eh, Khebril? I mean... Yar! Flotsam and jetsam. Now, how 'bout that wager?
Second Mate Khebril: Fine, fine. I'll go fetch your gold, you thievin' sea-whisker.
Lightbringer Tybalt Leftpaw: Okay, listen up. While you were guzzling away, I found Demmi. She's under heavy guard on the other side of the water.
<Character name>: So there was a plan after all-beyond getting me sloshed, I mean.
Lightbringer Tybalt Leftpaw: Of course there was. What did I tell you? You just have to trust me.