The player with the worst hand of 7-fold as well leaving the last player to call and, in the end, Zeds wins the pot of 36 sp 15 cp. The player who lost is not totally surprised as he had a lousy hand. Based on what you see they are mildly impressed. Though 2 did see through your bluff. You can play another round if you wish.
((We could keep doing hands but I figure Zeds being the degenerate gambler he is, he'd keep playing until he'd won enough where the others were dropping out of the game, or until he lost a sizable sum, like triple whatever the deepest stack at the table currently has? Since he only won silver and copper I assume 30-50 gold would cover that?))
Ironthar would go get a big tankard of ale and drink to satisfy his thirst. Then he goes to the strong looking men that most likely Ortham Frume’s warriors and put a handful of gold coins on the table (20gp).
”Wins against me in an arm wrestling gets the prize. Lose you buy me a goddamn drink! Who’s up for the challenge!”
Krackle thinks to himself for a little bit before eventually climbing on top of the table with the bag holding the dragon egg still draped across his chest. It was tightly closed so that the bulging figure within was hidden from view. As he climbed onto the table, he muttered a few words in draconic as he cast light on the table. As he stood up, the entire table beneath him light up and glowed a bright green color.. casting a large shadow of the kobold against the ceiling and the wall behind him. "Barkeep! A round of drinks for everyone here on behalf of the Heroes of Greencrest!" The tiny kobold shouts as he waves a hand and motions towards his companions gathered around the table and Zeds playing cards. "Maybe you all have heard of us?! We single handedly defended the city of Greencrest from a blue dragon and it's army of murderous cultists!" as he mentions the blue dragon, he raises his hand and casts Prestidigitation to cause cackling lighting to appear to jump between his clawed fingertips. "During the fight we managed tame a dangerous and terrifying lizard that was being ridden by one of the deadly brigands! After we defeated the rider, all it took was a single glare from my eyes... and I had the beast eating out of my hand." He says as he once again casts his spell to produce a small illusionary image of a snarling kobold with glowing red eyes standing in the palm of his hand before disappearing in a puff of smoke. "The next day we rode that beast all the way back to the cultists lair and slaughtered them where they stood! There must have been close to 100 when we first arrived.... when we left for the last time... we left none alive inside their stinking hole..." After finishing the sentence.... The kobold mutters under his breath and stomps on the table, causing the bright green light to turn to a sinister red... casting dark shadows across the face of the kobold. "It was in that stinking hole where we defeated multiple black dragons!... and evidence that these cultists may be working for Tiamat... yes THAT Tiamat! And that they have much more sinister plans in store than just attacking and looting villages. We cannot allow these Tiamat warshiping murderers to succeed in whatever they are planning..." The kobold then motions to his companions. "We are not enough to defeat this threat... we need help. Will you help us?" He asks as the red glow continues to cast a serious and ominous light across the scales of the kobold and its surroundings. He gestures towards his companions.. giving them an oppertunity to chime in as he jumps down from the table.
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Aftery your amazing oratory skills there is a round of applause from the patrons while others look at each other a bit skeptical but appreciates a good story.
A strapping lad of 20 takes Ironthar's challenge for arm wrestinling.
Zeds looks over from his poker game to Ironthar as he calls out his wager. That much gold versus a drink? Crap at those odds he's tempted to go over and give Ironthar a match himself!
"Woot!", "Damn straight!" and "Hell yeah!" are a few of the exclamations Zeds calls out during Krackle's story trying to egg more of the crowd into listening and falling into the magic of the tale. "'Bout time someone took on them cultists, eh?" he calls out at the end, applauding and elbowing those next to him to try to get them joining in.
Ironthar didn’t even try only giving a portion of his strength and he still won against the young lad. “Come back to me when you’re stronger. Now buy me a drink lad.” He said to the man.
The lad indeed does honor the deal and buys Ironthar a tall flagon of ale.
From the back of the tavern enters a man in full armor and he gestures toward Leosin to gather everyone and follow him to a private room in the back. Leosin finds each of you in the tavern and tells you to follow him.
In the private room are the broad-shouldered human paladin, the monk Leosin, and many pitchers of dark red wine. The paladin’s face wears a serious expression, unlike its usual open countenance.
“My friends, we have important business to discuss. At this point, you know almost as much about it as we do, and thanks to you, we know twice as much today as we did a tenday ago. Something rotten is afoot. We have no formal organization to oppose these rascals—not yet anyway. We’re working on that. And we need people like you, who know how and when to fight, and how and when to keep their heads down and observe. We can’t promise you anything except long days filled with danger and stress—but what could be better than that, eh?”
Krackle cautiously follows the man into the private room before listening to what he has to say. "Well I just bought myself a nice place to live and I really don't want some mean dragon God to ruin it... so I guess I don't have much choice other than to fight." The kobold says with a sigh as he continues to cradle his backpack in his arms.
"A pleasure," Zeds says as he stands up from the card table and starts gathering his newly won coin. "We'll have to do this again... Soon."
Coins secured, Zeds allows himself to be lead into the private room and forces himself to listen. If he sighs a bit or rolls his eyes he really should be forgiven, altruism does not come naturally to one such as him.
"A cold drink, a warm wench and a comfortable chair in which to enjoy them both?" Zeds answers to the rhetorical question.
"Glory! Honor! Duty! Rah rah rah!! I mean... Sure, that drives some. Maybe even some of us. But we're not all suicidal and brainwashed. Assuming we come out of this... whatever this is... alive... And that is a big assumption, I am assuming... What is the reward at the end? Besides all those things that never fed a single hungry person?" Zeds asks. "And just what are you asking of us anyway? Is there a plan? A target?"
Leosin takes out a necklace bearing the symbol of the Harpers. "I believe all of you are worth trusting so I am going to reveal that I am part of the Harpers which is a secret network of agents, and my friend here is Onthar Frume a member of the Order of the Gauntlet. We have allies, who are spread from Nashkel and Candlekeep in the south to Neverwinter and Mirabar in the north. Though many remain unconvinced there are still some willing to listen. If you are ever stuck or in need of transportation look for the symbol of the harpers on our agents"
2 of the players immediately fold as they have seen through Zeds bluff.
The last 2 players are oblivious to the fact that you have a great hand. Zeds figures he can get them to stay in the game and call.
Now let's see what kind of cards they have.
16
10
The player with the worst hand of 7-fold as well leaving the last player to call and, in the end, Zeds wins the pot of 36 sp 15 cp. The player who lost is not totally surprised as he had a lousy hand. Based on what you see they are mildly impressed. Though 2 did see through your bluff. You can play another round if you wish.
Zeds is a gambler, he'd go all night if he's winning...
Initial Hand: 4+2 for a 6. This hand is too lousy to play, Zeds tosses the cards and loses his ante...
Well what is Krackle, Sterling, and Ironthar up to within the Tavern?
((We could keep doing hands but I figure Zeds being the degenerate gambler he is, he'd keep playing until he'd won enough where the others were dropping out of the game, or until he lost a sizable sum, like triple whatever the deepest stack at the table currently has? Since he only won silver and copper I assume 30-50 gold would cover that?))
OOC: So does krackle think that if he tells a really impressive story about the party's great deeds up to this point... that that would count?
(Yes, that indeed could do it. Please roll Performance to see how good you tell the story)
Stirling joins Krackle. He cast guidance on him and provides the help action for his story. Adding flair when needed.
OOC: Krackle performance Check... I will post an actual description once I know how well I did. 16 plus guidance 4
Ironthar would go get a big tankard of ale and drink to satisfy his thirst. Then he goes to the strong looking men that most likely Ortham Frume’s warriors and put a handful of gold coins on the table (20gp).
”Wins against me in an arm wrestling gets the prize. Lose you buy me a goddamn drink! Who’s up for the challenge!”
Krackle thinks to himself for a little bit before eventually climbing on top of the table with the bag holding the dragon egg still draped across his chest. It was tightly closed so that the bulging figure within was hidden from view. As he climbed onto the table, he muttered a few words in draconic as he cast light on the table. As he stood up, the entire table beneath him light up and glowed a bright green color.. casting a large shadow of the kobold against the ceiling and the wall behind him. "Barkeep! A round of drinks for everyone here on behalf of the Heroes of Greencrest!" The tiny kobold shouts as he waves a hand and motions towards his companions gathered around the table and Zeds playing cards. "Maybe you all have heard of us?! We single handedly defended the city of Greencrest from a blue dragon and it's army of murderous cultists!" as he mentions the blue dragon, he raises his hand and casts Prestidigitation to cause cackling lighting to appear to jump between his clawed fingertips. "During the fight we managed tame a dangerous and terrifying lizard that was being ridden by one of the deadly brigands! After we defeated the rider, all it took was a single glare from my eyes... and I had the beast eating out of my hand." He says as he once again casts his spell to produce a small illusionary image of a snarling kobold with glowing red eyes standing in the palm of his hand before disappearing in a puff of smoke. "The next day we rode that beast all the way back to the cultists lair and slaughtered them where they stood! There must have been close to 100 when we first arrived.... when we left for the last time... we left none alive inside their stinking hole..." After finishing the sentence.... The kobold mutters under his breath and stomps on the table, causing the bright green light to turn to a sinister red... casting dark shadows across the face of the kobold. "It was in that stinking hole where we defeated multiple black dragons!... and evidence that these cultists may be working for Tiamat... yes THAT Tiamat! And that they have much more sinister plans in store than just attacking and looting villages. We cannot allow these Tiamat warshiping murderers to succeed in whatever they are planning..." The kobold then motions to his companions. "We are not enough to defeat this threat... we need help. Will you help us?" He asks as the red glow continues to cast a serious and ominous light across the scales of the kobold and its surroundings. He gestures towards his companions.. giving them an oppertunity to chime in as he jumps down from the table.
Aftery your amazing oratory skills there is a round of applause from the patrons while others look at each other a bit skeptical but appreciates a good story.
A strapping lad of 20 takes Ironthar's challenge for arm wrestinling.
Ironthar please roll strength check
Opponent Strength
14
Zeds looks over from his poker game to Ironthar as he calls out his wager. That much gold versus a drink? Crap at those odds he's tempted to go over and give Ironthar a match himself!
"Woot!", "Damn straight!" and "Hell yeah!" are a few of the exclamations Zeds calls out during Krackle's story trying to egg more of the crowd into listening and falling into the magic of the tale. "'Bout time someone took on them cultists, eh?" he calls out at the end, applauding and elbowing those next to him to try to get them joining in.
Ironthar didn’t even try only giving a portion of his strength and he still won against the young lad.
“Come back to me when you’re stronger. Now buy me a drink lad.” He said to the man.
Strength roll 8
”Any other challenger?”
(Good job everyone)
The lad indeed does honor the deal and buys Ironthar a tall flagon of ale.
From the back of the tavern enters a man in full armor and he gestures toward Leosin to gather everyone and follow him to a private room in the back. Leosin finds each of you in the tavern and tells you to follow him.
In the private room are the broad-shouldered human paladin, the monk Leosin, and many pitchers of dark red wine. The paladin’s face wears a serious expression, unlike its usual open countenance.
“My friends, we have important business to discuss. At this point, you know almost as much about it as we do, and thanks to you, we know twice as much today as we did a tenday ago. Something rotten is afoot. We have no formal organization to oppose these rascals—not yet anyway. We’re working on that. And we need people like you, who know how and when to fight, and how and when to keep their heads down and observe. We can’t promise you anything except long days filled with danger and stress—but what could be better than that, eh?”
Krackle cautiously follows the man into the private room before listening to what he has to say. "Well I just bought myself a nice place to live and I really don't want some mean dragon God to ruin it... so I guess I don't have much choice other than to fight." The kobold says with a sigh as he continues to cradle his backpack in his arms.
"A pleasure," Zeds says as he stands up from the card table and starts gathering his newly won coin. "We'll have to do this again... Soon."
Coins secured, Zeds allows himself to be lead into the private room and forces himself to listen. If he sighs a bit or rolls his eyes he really should be forgiven, altruism does not come naturally to one such as him.
"A cold drink, a warm wench and a comfortable chair in which to enjoy them both?" Zeds answers to the rhetorical question.
"Glory! Honor! Duty! Rah rah rah!! I mean... Sure, that drives some. Maybe even some of us. But we're not all suicidal and brainwashed. Assuming we come out of this... whatever this is... alive... And that is a big assumption, I am assuming... What is the reward at the end? Besides all those things that never fed a single hungry person?" Zeds asks. "And just what are you asking of us anyway? Is there a plan? A target?"
Stirling sits and thinks.
"I'm in.... but Zed has a point. What would we be doing?"
Leosin takes out a necklace bearing the symbol of the Harpers. "I believe all of you are worth trusting so I am going to reveal that I am part of the Harpers which is a secret network of agents, and my friend here is Onthar Frume a member of the Order of the Gauntlet. We have allies, who are spread from Nashkel and Candlekeep in the south to Neverwinter and Mirabar in the north. Though many remain unconvinced there are still some willing to listen. If you are ever stuck or in need of transportation look for the symbol of the harpers on our agents"