Legend of Ransera

At this rate Dakkur was going to end up a hophead, it had only been days since his last visit to the Hobbled Gobbler but today was a special occasion? One of the things this newcomer to Zaichaer had been told to do in order to better assimilate himself and blend in with its people is to get acquainted with the all the holidays and customs present in the city. Even in the season before he had heard about this cider dance in a lot of the locals excited conversations about it. Booze and dancing, name a more iconic combination. Well Dakkur could probably name... three? Maybe? But people in Zaichaer would not like them so he would rather keep them to himself even if they would be on topic. One day was not really enough to enjoy the occasion so imagine Dakkur's surprise when he heard the Gobbler had their own cider dance just a few days later. The owner of this establishment must be a pretty smart one, deliberately hosting the event a few days later to take advantage of the people who missed it or wanted to relive the event. This should be another fun show, Dakkur believed.

Expectations were far from reality however and the entire event was completely contrary to what he expected. Cider Rolls... How did he miss that key difference? So much for an interesting show but as he was already there... Dakkur studiously listened to the explanation of the event and the watched the demonstration which happened. Looked simple enough and while he was uninterested with the drinks it did not hurt to knock back a few. That and he quite liked the cute little goblin statues. Maybe if he stuck around he could figure out where the Gobbler got them from and, sticking around meant he did not have to rush into the event or put himself into a state of having to leave earlier because the drinks would get to him.

So he allowed someone to take the first bottle, then the second bottle, then the third and, the fourth bottle... Turns? A fighting chance? No it was nothing quite like that. Dakkur just wanted to see how those more experienced with the tradition decided to beat it's game. And so he ended with quite some time to finish a bottle of his own as various characters took their shot at the gathering of goblins. Once emptied he took his spot at a wall. Oh now this is nice. Being a large person with moratallen blood, he had that reach advantage going for him despite having to leave his foot at the wall due to his long legs. However the problem came with balancing himself as he stretched himself to the limits just to take his advantage of height to its fullest. Everytime he tried for the underhanded throw the from that first demonstration which was followed by everyone which came after, he could feel himself almost stumbling over.

But you know what?

Fuck it.

You only live once.

He switched his grip over his bottle, holding it by the neck and went for his throw overhand. 'Crash!' While his bottle did his the hearth, it crashed on the top of it way above the goblins that not even one of them budged. A major disappointment for Dakkur and it showed. "Why are we even throwing bottles at these goblins? What did they even do?" he asked angrily, trying to make it seem like his miss was totally not because he tried to get by through an easier method.