Folzi scratches his temple and takes a second look to see the wizard's observation. "Wow! Gotta get this stuff hot to melt like that. Wouldn't be surprised if they have a few magic slaves to do some dirty work... What sort of kickbacks you think that'd grant?! I've got some useful skills!" He chuckles.
(OOC - how widely known is Pat’s stripping of powers - i.e. would the Sunnites playing cards know or as far as they’re concerned is he just another guard)
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"They haven't provided you with much by the way of gear. Both of you are to be fitted out like common foot soldiers...bandits by the looks of it," she adds motioning to a pile of things near the ends of your beds. "Oh...I'm Gilda by the way. Gilda Firebrand. I know your business but your fall from grace is my knowledge alone. I'd advise you not bandy about your former service to the other crew. I provide you safe passage as citizens of the Empire hired to supplement this escort but nothing else," she explains her expression serious. "Shall you suit up and we be on our way," she asks. "Those casters won't load themselves," she groans moving towards the exit waiting while you two don your gear.
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"You got the coin ugly," the handsome human Sunite replies throwing his head back and laughing as a female paladin, also human sitting with him, rolls her eyes pushing the extra chair out with her foot.
"Help me get my money back," she adds curtly to Pat. She's tall even in her chair you can imagine she's pushing six foot on her feet. She has dark ornamented hair, tanned skin, and golden armor. "Evers," she holds out a hand to Pat. "This is Turner," she adds as the male paladin chuckles.
"Too bad you folk are scared of real players. Gnomes master games of chance from an early age - my uncle Folzi here used to clean up at the county fair."
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Pat takes the chair saying “thanks Ma’am” to the female paladin. “Just call me Pat” as he shakes her hand. He reaches across and shakes Turner’s hand saying “I’ve been called worse” as he shakes his hand he lets just a little of his strength show.
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Hrain walks over at this point, nodding to the paladins "So this is where you keep them, I wanted to see what these folk look like, so dangerous we have to execute them all." He walks over to the cells and stares at Folzi "He's an odd looking one but you wouldn't think he'd be much trouble, just goes to show doesn't it!" He spits into the cell for effect "Better off just chucking them over the edge I reckon, those fancy bracelets will stop them flying I hear."
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Pat just ignores Turner opens his pouch and says “you’d think this lot would give a bloke some money but there obviously a bunch of tightwads. Would you be able to stump me for starting stake madam” he says to Evers.
Lyra chuckles at the play unfolding in front of her, but doesn't take up a role herself yet. Instead, she leans back just like before in the dungeon and waits, while whispering over to the gnomes. "Think our two big knuckleheads over there will manage to attract their attention so much that we can try something about that door lock?"
"What are you talking about?" Folzi replies to Lyra. He looks over to where the elf indicates having paid no mind to the two nondescript, "Mystran" guards. He looks up as Hrain speaks, immediately noticing his lack of his religious accessories. "Well, sh....," he trails off shaking his head.
"I can stop you sure. Your wages are to be paid by us," Evers says sliding 2 gold, 10 silver, and 20 copper. "Hope you're worth it," she adds giving Pat a wink before looking surprised at the handsome Hrian as Turner bristles at him looking at Evers hard when she reacts. "Join us," she then calls out. "Hopefully you can stake him then," she adds looking to Turner who sneers taking up a tankard and drinking down the contents. "As for those lot we've made five trips so far no trouble," she adds as Turner nods.
"Playing with my coin just means I'm wining back my own money so where's the loss. You'll owe me whatever wages I stake you too," he adds pushing a stack with the same amount of coin towards Hrain.
"Ale is over there," Evers replies pointing towards a cask near the door with extra mugs hung above. "We'll water them soon too," she adds motioning to the casters but doesn't at all look towards the cells.
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"I'm looking forward to this" Hrain says with a wink to Evers "Shall we see how much we can bleed your friend here". He settles in thanking Pat for the ale.
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"The Gambit," Turner says shuffling giving both Pat and Hrain hard looks.
OOC: 4 copper buy in then Roll 1d10;1d8; 1d6; 1d4 everyone puts these 'cards' face up beatingafter the entire table has shown cards. Then the round starts again with an additional 1d12 roll. It's who've gets the highest total of 5 "cards" wins the pot. There is an opportunity to 'cheat' after a few hands with a sleight of hand check and you roll whatever dice you'd like on the first of your turn hoping it doesn't exceed the dice value of the dice required and passing the check for the skill you're using.
Evers: 4; 4; 3; 1
Turner: 9; 3; 6; 3
Folzi, Lyra, and Nick can hear the game but can't really see the players now they've all gathered at the table tucked in a corner by the end cells near the door. The three of you and Marion are in the middle cell with wooden walls like metal bars were added to stables separating you four from the other 'stall-cells' one on either side of yours and another three across in the same setup. Each cell has two or three other casters (you assume) within them! Moments later a half-elf then appears. He's a tall, lanky teen with ash blonde hair and a tanned complexion. He wears finely made robes of gold and white. He looks well cared for but wears a torque around his graceful neck, a sign of his serverside.
"It's not much but its warm and fresh I assure you Lady Cormoran," the half-eleven teen says to Marion who nods then takes the bowl of food from a tray he's holding.
He then leaves food for the party before moving to the other cells. Marion barely touches the food but does drink the cool water the half-elven teen has left having pour all of you a glass of it as well.
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"Well, seems we lucked out by getting this one as our cellmate," Folzi snickers as the boy walks away.
The rogue listens and, as it appears the game has the guards occupied, runs his hands along the seem of his cloak, nonchalantly revealing a couple of his well-hidden lock picks. He looks a the manacles around his wrists and grunts. Then, scooting to the back corner of the cell, he concentrates on quietly calling forth his invisible mage hand.
Mage Hand cast attempts
15, 27
Pleased with himself that he was successful on the first attempt, he quickly sends the hand to go to work on the lock of the cell. Then recalls the hand quickly after the attempt and stashes his tools.
Folzi's ability to conjure perks Marion's as well as the people in the other cells interest. All watch with eager anticipation but he attempt is unsuccessful!
"Put that away," Marion hisses pushing the gnome to interrupt his concentration but then putting her hands up. "They'll moon door us all for starters," she adds in a low growl then points to the middle cell full of half-elven children. "They'll live if you behave yourself! A life of servitude is still a life," she adds her voice raising to the point Evers perks up.
"What's the commotion about," Evers asks curious looking away from her cards towards the cells about to stand when Turner grabs her forearm.
"What can they do," Turner hisses with a smirk pushing 4 silver into the pot pulling his next card awaiting the others.
Evers gives Turner a look but settles back into her chair.
"You're far too comfortable here," Evers retorts going back to the game.
Folzi scratches his temple and takes a second look to see the wizard's observation. "Wow! Gotta get this stuff hot to melt like that. Wouldn't be surprised if they have a few magic slaves to do some dirty work... What sort of kickbacks you think that'd grant?! I've got some useful skills!" He chuckles.
(OOC - how widely known is Pat’s stripping of powers - i.e. would the Sunnites playing cards know or as far as they’re concerned is he just another guard)
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
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(OOC: thanks)
Pat goes up to the Sunnites and pulls out a chair. “Got room for one more” he says.
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"You got the coin ugly," the handsome human Sunite replies throwing his head back and laughing as a female paladin, also human sitting with him, rolls her eyes pushing the extra chair out with her foot.
"Help me get my money back," she adds curtly to Pat. She's tall even in her chair you can imagine she's pushing six foot on her feet. She has dark ornamented hair, tanned skin, and golden armor. "Evers," she holds out a hand to Pat. "This is Turner," she adds as the male paladin chuckles.
"I'll take both your money," Turner exclaims.
The casters can hear all of this going on.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Too bad you folk are scared of real players. Gnomes master games of chance from an early age - my uncle Folzi here used to clean up at the county fair."
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Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Pat takes the chair saying “thanks Ma’am” to the female paladin. “Just call me Pat” as he shakes her hand. He reaches across and shakes Turner’s hand saying “I’ve been called worse” as he shakes his hand he lets just a little of his strength show.
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Turner doesn't take Pat's hand. He looks at it and scoffs.
"Just put up your coin," Turner says with a sneer taking up the cards again and shuffling them but waits for Pat to put up money.
OOC: Pat has no money. He got basic gear that was it from the Mystra garrison.
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Hrain walks over at this point, nodding to the paladins "So this is where you keep them, I wanted to see what these folk look like, so dangerous we have to execute them all." He walks over to the cells and stares at Folzi "He's an odd looking one but you wouldn't think he'd be much trouble, just goes to show doesn't it!" He spits into the cell for effect "Better off just chucking them over the edge I reckon, those fancy bracelets will stop them flying I hear."
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Pat just ignores Turner opens his pouch and says “you’d think this lot would give a bloke some money but there obviously a bunch of tightwads. Would you be able to stump me for starting stake madam” he says to Evers.
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Lyra chuckles at the play unfolding in front of her, but doesn't take up a role herself yet. Instead, she leans back just like before in the dungeon and waits, while whispering over to the gnomes. "Think our two big knuckleheads over there will manage to attract their attention so much that we can try something about that door lock?"
"What are you talking about?" Folzi replies to Lyra. He looks over to where the elf indicates having paid no mind to the two nondescript, "Mystran" guards. He looks up as Hrain speaks, immediately noticing his lack of his religious accessories. "Well, sh....," he trails off shaking his head.
"I can stop you sure. Your wages are to be paid by us," Evers says sliding 2 gold, 10 silver, and 20 copper. "Hope you're worth it," she adds giving Pat a wink before looking surprised at the handsome Hrian as Turner bristles at him looking at Evers hard when she reacts. "Join us," she then calls out. "Hopefully you can stake him then," she adds looking to Turner who sneers taking up a tankard and drinking down the contents. "As for those lot we've made five trips so far no trouble," she adds as Turner nods.
"Playing with my coin just means I'm wining back my own money so where's the loss. You'll owe me whatever wages I stake you too," he adds pushing a stack with the same amount of coin towards Hrain.
"Ale is over there," Evers replies pointing towards a cask near the door with extra mugs hung above. "We'll water them soon too," she adds motioning to the casters but doesn't at all look towards the cells.
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Pat fetches tankards of ale for himself and Hrain and says ”ta muchly Ma’am“ to Evers. He turns to Turner and says “what’s the game then?”
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"I'm looking forward to this" Hrain says with a wink to Evers "Shall we see how much we can bleed your friend here". He settles in thanking Pat for the ale.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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"The Gambit," Turner says shuffling giving both Pat and Hrain hard looks.
OOC: 4 copper buy in then Roll 1d10;1d8; 1d6; 1d4 everyone puts these 'cards' face up beating after the entire table has shown cards. Then the round starts again with an additional 1d12 roll. It's who've gets the highest total of 5 "cards" wins the pot. There is an opportunity to 'cheat' after a few hands with a sleight of hand check and you roll whatever dice you'd like on the first of your turn hoping it doesn't exceed the dice value of the dice required and passing the check for the skill you're using.
Evers: 4; 4; 3; 1
Turner: 9; 3; 6; 3
Folzi, Lyra, and Nick can hear the game but can't really see the players now they've all gathered at the table tucked in a corner by the end cells near the door. The three of you and Marion are in the middle cell with wooden walls like metal bars were added to stables separating you four from the other 'stall-cells' one on either side of yours and another three across in the same setup. Each cell has two or three other casters (you assume) within them! Moments later a half-elf then appears. He's a tall, lanky teen with ash blonde hair and a tanned complexion. He wears finely made robes of gold and white. He looks well cared for but wears a torque around his graceful neck, a sign of his serverside.
"It's not much but its warm and fresh I assure you Lady Cormoran," the half-eleven teen says to Marion who nods then takes the bowl of food from a tray he's holding.
He then leaves food for the party before moving to the other cells. Marion barely touches the food but does drink the cool water the half-elven teen has left having pour all of you a glass of it as well.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Pat’s cards - 10, 8, 3, 3
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"Well, seems we lucked out by getting this one as our cellmate," Folzi snickers as the boy walks away.
The rogue listens and, as it appears the game has the guards occupied, runs his hands along the seem of his cloak, nonchalantly revealing a couple of his well-hidden lock picks. He looks a the manacles around his wrists and grunts. Then, scooting to the back corner of the cell, he concentrates on quietly calling forth his invisible mage hand.
Mage Hand cast attempts
15, 27
Pleased with himself that he was successful on the first attempt, he quickly sends the hand to go to work on the lock of the cell. Then recalls the hand quickly after the attempt and stashes his tools.
Thieve's Tools: 14
Folzi's ability to conjure perks Marion's as well as the people in the other cells interest. All watch with eager anticipation but he attempt is unsuccessful!
"Put that away," Marion hisses pushing the gnome to interrupt his concentration but then putting her hands up. "They'll moon door us all for starters," she adds in a low growl then points to the middle cell full of half-elven children. "They'll live if you behave yourself! A life of servitude is still a life," she adds her voice raising to the point Evers perks up.
"What's the commotion about," Evers asks curious looking away from her cards towards the cells about to stand when Turner grabs her forearm.
"What can they do," Turner hisses with a smirk pushing 4 silver into the pot pulling his next card awaiting the others.
Evers gives Turner a look but settles back into her chair.
"You're far too comfortable here," Evers retorts going back to the game.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
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