The Glory of the Coliseum

(Oh, ok.  That does make sense.)

(Sorry for the lateness on this folk, but... here goes)

After carefully storing away the majority of her works, Marmaduke dons her 'purple worm's wardrobe, and makes the rounds among the patrons again, collecting and tallying up bets personally this time. As she seems to be in a better mood this time around, her methods are less forceful than last. A missive through an urchin is also sent to the Lounge reflecting the below information. When all is done she can be found seated at the bar.

Insight: 18.

Persuasion: 21.

"H-hey barkeep! Or... is it like Marv or something? Can I call you marv? Uhmm… This is probably gonna sound weird, but you wouldn't happen to know where Toren is staying, do ya?" She asks while trying her best to avoid eye contact with the goblin.

For those wishing to place bets:

(ooc: Also if anyone wanted insight into the new format, feel free to ask. But if you want to do it the fun way, you can have your character roll insight with a DC 15.)

((The only problem with that betting system (from what I can see) is that it's actually fair. :P ))

Og will bet 10 gp on Errich falling first, and 20 gp on Crow, Parabolus, and Morthos winning the match.

Insight: 14

(If not, I'm a little confused as to what the 0s would be (as in, how much you would get for example if you bet 5 gp on Morthos falling first and were right).  I was never actually too sure of how the betting system worked.)

(Wow, really dice?  A 14?  Are you just trying to taunt me?)

(I'm confused. 4.0 and 6.0 as decimal odds is 3-1 and 5-1 yes? Is there a 50% chance of a third party winning this? Did you intend to put 3-1 and 1-3 or 4.0 and 1.33?)

(Okay, now that I'm done banging my head against the wall. That's what I get for not doing a final check on an old-ish rough draft. XD)

(I believe the original idea was to include the hidden possibility of the draw case: ie. arena trap/minions taking out both parties at once. But never fully fleshed out that aspect, and even then it shouldn't be that high at the end of the day. XD With the corrections, it should be 6.0 and 1.2 or 5-1 and 1-5 Yes! 4.0 and 1.3. because of insider reason. And I'll make the edit to my last post.)

(@LordShadow It as Bdiddy said, decimal odds. More than that since you chose the fun way, you will continue to know nothing! >:3 Unless you start threatening to bludgeon me with a stick. Though b/c of the odd fix, if you want to change your winner bet, let me know.)

Swigg continues to work on his drawings while he hangs out with Scarab. He sees Marmaduke approach the bar, "Excuse me for for a minute," Swigg hops off his stool and says to Scarab. "I gotta shoot for the moon here. Wish me luck playboy." 

Swigg summons all the confidence he can muster performance  17 and approaches the bookie. 

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just really dig yo vibe gurl" He opens his sketch pad and tears out a roughly drawn but flattering sketch of Maramaduke working on her mountain of papers. He climbs a stool and puts two silvers on the bar and says to Marv, "Get the Lady whatever she wants." He swings over to Marmaduke, "My name is Swigg and did you know that green and purple are complimentary colors?" *Wink* 

Denka enters The Glory after Truth lead her there. She looks around at all the fighters and puts on her best air of confidence before approaching the main bar. Excuse me, she says to whom ever is tending the bar area  What do you serve here ?

Insight:8. 

At first, Marmaduke doesn't say anything. Every since Swigg strolled into her peripheral, she kept an eye on him, but that was the extent of things. "... Surprise me, Marv." She finally says, having looked briefly at the dragonborn prior to given Swigg her full attention. "Okay 'Swigg'. I'll bite." She says smiling just toothily enough to reveal sharp canines. "Call me Marmaduke. What is this realllly about? Hmm?" She asks curiously.

"Be honest with me. Are you after some inside track maybe? Work, perhaps?" Marmaduke goes on to say, leaning in closer. Once it looks like Swigg might be distracted she tries to slip the paper free to take a closer gander: Sleight of Hand: 10. Whether she succeeds or not, her attention turns to the sketch."Or did someone put you up this?" 

The next battle has been posted for level-5 competitors. The match will begin in about 24 hours.

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(I'm super clueless about odds and stuff, so humor me.  A 3.0 would generate more money than a lesser one?)

(E'yup. And in the future I'll re-arrange them so that the order is from bottom to top what should generate the greater 'payout')

When Toren and Nylah approaches to set their bets, Marmaduke passes Toren a note:

(A 3.0 means you pay 1 gold (or whatever) up front and if you win you get 3 gold back (including the 1 gold you paid.))

(Ok, thanks.  I won’t bother changing anything.)

Swigg smiles back showing his own rows of sharp teeth. He points to his golden canine and says, "I got this tooth because I never tell lies but I aint no snitch. All heart, I feel you and I am casting out a vibe. The fact that you are a Priestess of Luck does sweeten the pot a bit but my game is true." He makes direct eye contact and gets closer to Marmaduke so only she can hear him. 

  Swigg doesn't notice her taking the sketch away. "How about we start simple. You tell me a story about yourself and I will trade you with one of mine?" 

"alright, thanks for the coin..uhh...good luck? I'll be sure to watch."

Nara turns about after Morthos leaves for the fight, scanning the remaining patrons

"Scarab! What've you been up to? Havne seen you around since our first match.."

Swiggs eyes brighten, "I've never heard of the Rift before...but before I ask you more questions I guess its my turn to share" He sees Marmaduke pocketing his sketch and is filled with a sense of accomplishment. "I have a habit of breaking into libraries and their private special books section. One day I got caught and sent to jail. After a bit, I convinced the prisoners and some guards I could eat fiddy eggs. I could NOT eat fiddy eggs, but before I knew it everyone was laughing so hard they just left my cell open..." He takes a sip of his summer beer, "Now the law would say I am a grifter who broke out of prison, but the guards didnt chase me or post wanted signs so I think I just made friends. Now tell mere more about this work around the rift..."