Before his final dart even strikes home, Gridolpho hops up onto a nearby barstool and grabs the shot poured for Todd. Tipping it quickly back, Gridolpho scoops up the remaining shots and saunters back to his groups table. Distributing the shots to his colleagues:
Sir Miles: yes, for 15 gold, but the general store is closed as of now. You will have to wait until tomorrow morning before you can buy it.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
I seem to have misunderstood. When you asked if we needed supplies, I assumed you would be supplying them.
I'd like to roll persuasion. If I can: 12
With all his (nonexistent) might, Todd throws.
18
And screams: YES! IN YOUR STUPID SMUG LITTLE FACE!!!
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Another casual flick.
14
"Still gotcha beat by 3 points, Bigjob."
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Sir Miles: I will buy it myself, then, and give it to you.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Thank you, good sir. It will be most helpful to us.
Todd looks positively enraged. He throws one more dart:
12
Sir Miles:I will allow you to keep anything you find with the orcs, but I will buy if you want to sell anything.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
"38 to 47 with one throw on the line."
With a wry grin, Gridolpho makes his last throw.
7
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Todd loses his temper and takes a swing at your face.
13
What is your armor class?
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Before his final dart even strikes home, Gridolpho hops up onto a nearby barstool and grabs the shot poured for Todd. Tipping it quickly back, Gridolpho scoops up the remaining shots and saunters back to his groups table. Distributing the shots to his colleagues:
"How's that for a feckin' shrimp?!"
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AC 14
Todd's lazy swing misses. Gridolpho feigns not noticing.
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His swing misses, but that only makes him angrier, so he charges toward you and tries to tackle you:
10
And smashes into a nearby table, dealing: 2 bludgeoning damage to him.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Gridolpho easily sidesteps the soldier's clumsy charge.
"Easy there, Bigjob. A bet's a bet and you lost fair and square."
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Farideh whispers something incomprehensible and stretches her hand towards the man attacking Gridolpho.
Poking Todd with chill touch. 18
7 necrotic damage, he can't regain HP until my next turn, and there's a ghostly, skeletal hand clinging to him.
Never mind.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Tooltips (Help/aid)
He lets out a groan of pain (uuUuuUrrRrghg), gets up and gives you 10 gold pieces, and lurches out of the tavern.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Gridolpho scoops up the coins. Flipping 2gp to the bartender:
"For the table, rooms for m'colleagues and I, and another round of drinks."
He begins flipping one of the coins across the knuckles of his left hand while his right surreptitiously pockets the other seven.
Sitting back with a satisfied look on his face, he shifts his toothpick across his lips.
"A drink, darts, and a bumbling Bigjob losing what's his. Civilization at last."
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Sir Miles: Perfect. You've damaged his feeble skull and his giant ego. My day has instantly improved.
Well, that wraps it up for today.
How was it?
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Seems my investment was a smart one! Vacillilus says with a hearty laugh
Sir Miles: I will see you tomorrow morning to give you the cartography set.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
If there's any ego around here bigger than Gridolpho's, I want it found and shot!
I'm OK with moving the scene forward to the next morning.
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