"Right... Let me handle ol' Zookie there," warns Lebron, indicating the fancy-looking card dealer with a quick jut of his chin, "if anyone knows anythin' about local smugglin' boats and what's been in them of late, he'd be it. May require to run through a few hands of 'em cards, however... Boy likes to show off his skills at ye ole gamblin' table 'fore he be spilling his beans, seewhattamsayin' ?"
With that, the blue-skinned half elf makes his way towards the game table, a bright smile on his face, before addressing the assembled players: "Room for one more, good folks ? I be needin' me a good game for a while, me ! What's that you playin' there ? Three-Ds ? Or Shaknadrat ? Or What ?"
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' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
" 'Ello, LeBron," says the quickling, "pull up a chair. The game is 3-Dragon Ante...and the ante is 10 gold." Zimmy disappears for a half-second and simultaneously a chair scoots up behind LeBron before the quickling appears again. There are four other gamblers sitting around the table, which is little more than a old spool that used to bear the chain of a boat's anchor.
(OOC: LeBron will have to play the game if he is to get any information out of Zimmy The Zook. Each turn, he places his ante in the pot and plays his hand by making an Intelligence check. Bonuses can be applied if he is proficient with the 3-Dragon Ante game set.)
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As the group moves down the alley Cyrano agrees with LeBron's suggestion. "Low profile is always good. We're rather conspicuous enough already." the gnome says non-judgementally as he looks at the others.
Inside the Dragon he gives LeBron's a cooperative nod and moves towards the nearest empty table. Once there he scans the room looking for potential sources of information.
Perception: 18
While checking the room he whispers to Devol and Terrlynn, "Stay close and if things go south we meet back at the portal." He knows it goes without saying but he says it more for his own comfort than anything else.
The rest of the party slid into an empty booth in full view of the card table where LeBron had just been offered a seat by the quickling dealer.
Cyrano took stock of the surroundings: aside from the card game, a group of haggard patrons sat at a table in the opposite corner drinking silently from large tankards. It almost seemed as if they were going out of their way to avoid eye contact with everyone else (including each other.) None of them bore a bald head or "winged snake" tattoo, brand or other visible symbol however they smelled strongly enough that the gnome could easily detect their odor from across the room. A single barmaid lazed near the register, her nose in a book, pretending to have not noticed the arrival of her newest customers. A loud snore alerted Cyrano to the drunk sleeping off his hangover in the booth behind them.
"So, Three-Ds it is, then... Aah-haah ! I feel lucky today, y' know ?" Lebron said, stretching before he picked up a seat and vigorously rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
As he counted out the gold he needed to join the pot, he gave the assembled players as well as their dealer a wide, good natured grin, all the while doing his best to discreetly evaluate who sat across the table from him: he was well-practiced in telling a fellow's darkest thoughts and intentions through varied mannerisms and an array of unconscious ticks or eye movements... and as far as this exercise was concerned, any card game was always an exciting prospect !
He just hoped he wouldn't lose too many hands while trying to test the proverbially murky waters of the Skewered Dragon: the Zook was notorious for favoring whoever could pay highest whenever he chose a spot to deal his cards, and Lebron was pretty sure he'd soon know who was Zimmy's chosen 'patron' on that particular day. He looked at the coins he had left in his purse and sighed discreetly, while letting Zimmy deal him his first hand.
"Well... surprised to see you all busy with Our Lady Tymora, Patroness of All Lucky Gamblers, so early in the day, what ? Not complaining or anything, of course. I guess it is safer to play games of chance in bright daylight, what with all types o' gangs splatterin' each-others' brains on the cobblestones of this fine ward... and what about these recent abductions eh ? Folks got grabbed a while back not far from 'ere, from what I'm told, did ya know ? I mean, can't be safe anywheres in town these days, can you believe it ?"
While chatting on good-naturedly, his eyes go back and forth between his cards and the faces of the assembled players, keen to see a reaction or catch an interesting comment.
- First hand of cards: INT / no Proficiency 8 - Insight to see what's to see: 6
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' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Oi! You there! Ales for myself and my associates!" Cyrano calls to the bar maid. He watches to see who might be paying attention above the average curiosity. He leans leans in conspiratorialy and motions for the other to as well. He speaks in low tones, "Watch for watchers. We need to see who's paying attention and to who."
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Zimmy The Zook dealt the first hand of three dragon ante and LeBron and the player's cast their lots and made their plays. It had been a while since LeBron had joined a game of this sort, and he found it difficult to concentrate on both the game and on following the micro-expressions of his fellow players. It wouldn't have mattered anyway - not a word was spoken among them in response to LeBron's multiple conversational opening salvos. They just stared straight ahead at their cards, tossing them to the center of the table when it was their turn.
The barmaid glaced up from her book at Cyrano's order. Unable to deny that she knew he was talking to her, she roller her eyes and blew the bangs out of her face as she grabbed several mugs from a bin of soapy water and began to fill them with ale. Everyone in the bar seemed to have a palpable discomfort with the presence of the new arrivals...
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Lebron made sure to keep a straight face as he saw the winning player slamming a Full Color Flight on the gaming table. He swallowed, both frustrated and a little defiant: could have this been Zimmy's work ? If only he could have gotten a Druid with that round ! He looked at his measly numbers again: yep, a Druid was all that could have saved him.
Anyhow, no point 'weeping over spilt wyvern's eggs', as they said. He kept grinning congenially as the second hand was being dealt. He eyed his first card: a fine Nine of Gold Dragons ! Yes, this could be good... "So, what brings you all to this fine establishment, mmh ? I hear the ale is quite succulent here, and the gaming tables are... well, manned by the best, of course !"He flashed Zimmy an ingratiating smile. "As for me, I've been gifted with a few days off from my current work at the docks and decided to try my luck at various card sets, with assorted libations. However as you see, Lady Tymora seems to be fickle with yours truly on this day... but I do trust she'll come 'round eventually: she often does reward the stout-hearted, you know ? Well, and the foolish as well, true enough," he added under his breath as he kept glancing over his cards at the competition.
** Rolling again for this round's card flight 5 but instead of Insight, will try Persuasion to prod one or more of the players to lean into conversation: 22 **
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' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV) " Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII) " Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr) " This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Right... Let me handle ol' Zookie there," warns Lebron, indicating the fancy-looking card dealer with a quick jut of his chin, "if anyone knows anythin' about local smugglin' boats and what's been in them of late, he'd be it. May require to run through a few hands of 'em cards, however... Boy likes to show off his skills at ye ole gamblin' table 'fore he be spilling his beans, seewhattamsayin' ?"
With that, the blue-skinned half elf makes his way towards the game table, a bright smile on his face, before addressing the assembled players:
"Room for one more, good folks ? I be needin' me a good game for a while, me ! What's that you playin' there ? Three-Ds ? Or Shaknadrat ? Or What ?"
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
" 'Ello, LeBron," says the quickling, "pull up a chair. The game is 3-Dragon Ante...and the ante is 10 gold." Zimmy disappears for a half-second and simultaneously a chair scoots up behind LeBron before the quickling appears again. There are four other gamblers sitting around the table, which is little more than a old spool that used to bear the chain of a boat's anchor.
(OOC: LeBron will have to play the game if he is to get any information out of Zimmy The Zook. Each turn, he places his ante in the pot and plays his hand by making an Intelligence check. Bonuses can be applied if he is proficient with the 3-Dragon Ante game set.)
As the group moves down the alley Cyrano agrees with LeBron's suggestion. "Low profile is always good. We're rather conspicuous enough already." the gnome says non-judgementally as he looks at the others.
Inside the Dragon he gives LeBron's a cooperative nod and moves towards the nearest empty table. Once there he scans the room looking for potential sources of information.
Perception: 18
While checking the room he whispers to Devol and Terrlynn, "Stay close and if things go south we meet back at the portal." He knows it goes without saying but he says it more for his own comfort than anything else.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
The rest of the party slid into an empty booth in full view of the card table where LeBron had just been offered a seat by the quickling dealer.
Cyrano took stock of the surroundings: aside from the card game, a group of haggard patrons sat at a table in the opposite corner drinking silently from large tankards. It almost seemed as if they were going out of their way to avoid eye contact with everyone else (including each other.) None of them bore a bald head or "winged snake" tattoo, brand or other visible symbol however they smelled strongly enough that the gnome could easily detect their odor from across the room. A single barmaid lazed near the register, her nose in a book, pretending to have not noticed the arrival of her newest customers. A loud snore alerted Cyrano to the drunk sleeping off his hangover in the booth behind them.
"So, Three-Ds it is, then... Aah-haah ! I feel lucky today, y' know ?" Lebron said, stretching before he picked up a seat and vigorously rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
As he counted out the gold he needed to join the pot, he gave the assembled players as well as their dealer a wide, good natured grin, all the while doing his best to discreetly evaluate who sat across the table from him: he was well-practiced in telling a fellow's darkest thoughts and intentions through varied mannerisms and an array of unconscious ticks or eye movements... and as far as this exercise was concerned, any card game was always an exciting prospect !
He just hoped he wouldn't lose too many hands while trying to test the proverbially murky waters of the Skewered Dragon: the Zook was notorious for favoring whoever could pay highest whenever he chose a spot to deal his cards, and Lebron was pretty sure he'd soon know who was Zimmy's chosen 'patron' on that particular day. He looked at the coins he had left in his purse and sighed discreetly, while letting Zimmy deal him his first hand.
"Well... surprised to see you all busy with Our Lady Tymora, Patroness of All Lucky Gamblers, so early in the day, what ? Not complaining or anything, of course. I guess it is safer to play games of chance in bright daylight, what with all types o' gangs splatterin' each-others' brains on the cobblestones of this fine ward... and what about these recent abductions eh ? Folks got grabbed a while back not far from 'ere, from what I'm told, did ya know ? I mean, can't be safe anywheres in town these days, can you believe it ?"
While chatting on good-naturedly, his eyes go back and forth between his cards and the faces of the assembled players, keen to see a reaction or catch an interesting comment.
- First hand of cards: INT / no Proficiency 8
- Insight to see what's to see: 6
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Oi! You there! Ales for myself and my associates!" Cyrano calls to the bar maid. He watches to see who might be paying attention above the average curiosity. He leans leans in conspiratorialy and motions for the other to as well. He speaks in low tones, "Watch for watchers. We need to see who's paying attention and to who."
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Zimmy The Zook dealt the first hand of three dragon ante and LeBron and the player's cast their lots and made their plays. It had been a while since LeBron had joined a game of this sort, and he found it difficult to concentrate on both the game and on following the micro-expressions of his fellow players. It wouldn't have mattered anyway - not a word was spoken among them in response to LeBron's multiple conversational opening salvos. They just stared straight ahead at their cards, tossing them to the center of the table when it was their turn.
LEBRON: 8 (previous)
2ND PLAYER: 19
3RD PLAYER: 8
4TH PLAYER: 5
The barmaid glaced up from her book at Cyrano's order. Unable to deny that she knew he was talking to her, she roller her eyes and blew the bangs out of her face as she grabbed several mugs from a bin of soapy water and began to fill them with ale. Everyone in the bar seemed to have a palpable discomfort with the presence of the new arrivals...
Lebron made sure to keep a straight face as he saw the winning player slamming a Full Color Flight on the gaming table. He swallowed, both frustrated and a little defiant: could have this been Zimmy's work ? If only he could have gotten a Druid with that round ! He looked at his measly numbers again: yep, a Druid was all that could have saved him.
Anyhow, no point 'weeping over spilt wyvern's eggs', as they said. He kept grinning congenially as the second hand was being dealt.
He eyed his first card: a fine Nine of Gold Dragons ! Yes, this could be good...
"So, what brings you all to this fine establishment, mmh ? I hear the ale is quite succulent here, and the gaming tables are... well, manned by the best, of course !" He flashed Zimmy an ingratiating smile. "As for me, I've been gifted with a few days off from my current work at the docks and decided to try my luck at various card sets, with assorted libations. However as you see, Lady Tymora seems to be fickle with yours truly on this day... but I do trust she'll come 'round eventually: she often does reward the stout-hearted, you know ? Well, and the foolish as well, true enough," he added under his breath as he kept glancing over his cards at the competition.
** Rolling again for this round's card flight 5 but instead of Insight, will try Persuasion to prod one or more of the players to lean into conversation: 22 **
' Rogues Will Be Rogues ' (Circle of Fives Admission Rules, § 6 par. IV)
" Put It Down. Now. Or Be Sorry. " (D. Khar-Errendis' Reported Tips For Curing Soul Ailments And Assorted Bad Behaviours, v. LIV p.XIII)
" Tween thisThy and yonThou, shall I prove to Thee that these art what thou dost see ? " (Grimoire of The Great Pananthyr)
" This One has said enough. Now, we fight. This way please ?" (8th Grade Bronze Disciple Raulnar Drohjo, Way of the Open Palm)
"Bring us some dice as well! I fancy a bit of gaming myself." Cyrano calls to the maid filling the brews.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Devol keeps scanning the room, scowling a bit. When Cyrano shouts for the dice, she shrugs. "Hell, I'm in too."
Perception for scanning the room: 26