"It's an open game if you got the gold..." The short man with spikey black hair stops short to keep from running you down. Then his attention shifts from the gathering of your allies to focus more clearly on you. "Say, I've had a run of bad luck but just got offered a sweet bet to recoup my losses. Problem is I don't have anything left. You wouldn't be able to loan me 10 gold would you? It pays 3 to 1 and I could return it in a minute."
"C'mon Fayson, you in or out? You're holding up the action." The green dragonborn pipes up.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Oh yes. Very fun~" He twirled his fingers in his hair, some fingers getting stuck in the knots. Asbestos looked hesitantly in his bag then back at the man, "Sure. Very well..." He fished around for 10 gold coins from his bag. Without taking them out yet, he let them fall down from his fingers like a waterfall while his other hand clasped them from underneath right before they would have fallen to the bottom of the bag.
'It would be for a good cause,' He reassured himself, then took the coins out and placed them in the man's hands. "Here you go. I wish you luck."
((Perception check if he could tell if they look familiar? 18 + 1 =19 oh nice))
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DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
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You don't recognize him.
"Yes! Thank you, thank you so much!" turning back to the game he kneels back down and places the 10 gold on the floor with one hand while scooping up the dice and rattling them in his other hand, "Alright Grimey, you got a bet!" he then does one final shake and rolls the dice.
Dice Roll 1: 8
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"I still got 2 rolls. I'm just getting warmed up." snaps Fayson.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Aw shucks," Asbestos murmurs, trying not to look disappointed, "Perhaps, you will try again? Yes? Third times are the charm."
He lifted his finger in a question, then lowered it and instead fiddled with his hair and giggled. "Say... um... what did interest you in that group over there? By chance did you know them? Erm, friends of yours, perchance?"
In the boisterous atmosphere, Molly found herself somewhat disengaged from the clamor of the various things happening around her and raucous laughter that filled the air that those activities brought. Instead, her attention was drawn to a more primal pursuit. With the sinuous grace of a predator, she darted across the room, her eyes locked on a scurrying target—a plump sewer rat that had ventured too far from the safety of its shadowy domain.
Her movements were a blend of urgency and frustration, punctuated by grunts and sharp, whispered curses. "Verdammt!" she hissed as the rat zigzagged through chair legs and around spills. "Komm hier, you kleiner Schuft!"Molly’s fingers grazed the rat’s tail, missing by mere inches, her chase a curious spectacle amidst the night's revelries. She leapt and twirled, her efforts relentless, her focus unyielding. For the moment at least, the hunt was on, and nothing else seemed to matter to the Rhinemaiden.
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The short man with spikey black hair, Fayson, scoops up the dice and begins shaking them in his hand again before letting another roll go.
"Here goes nothing!" he leans forward a little after releasing the dice subconsciously trying to get a closer look once the dice come to rest.
Dice Roll 2: 10
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
He sighed at the last roll. The druid didn't want to lose money, but if it didn't work this time, he wouldn't be upset, just disappointed. After he stopped what he supposed was the 'threat,' Asbestos desperately wanted to go back to the group (unless Lace wanted to play her luck). Especially now by the looks of it, Molly had gone on the run, and he was afraid if he hung around these two men much longer, he might either have to spend the night with them, or the Rhinemadien might accidentally bump into him in the midst of her chase and then they would all topple down like dominoes onto the floor and he'd be coughing up dice until breakfast. To which neither was the prettiest thought.
But to go back to the group meant he would have to face the very handsy sailors once again. 'Ah well, you got to take your chances. Your wins and your losses.' He reminded himself. At least with the game, he had time to psyche himself up.
The rolls seem legit and you can't detect anything amiss, from what you know if the dice were loaded they would be very low or high results, those cheating don't like to leave any room for doubt.
@Asbestos
"What was it you asked me before? Oh, something about Fist, yeah I've seen him around and figured I might chance getting a loan off of him but then you showed up. My lucky charm... hopefully." he holds his hand up with the dice, "Here, blow on them for luck would ya? It's like you said before 'luck be a lady tonight.'"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"What was it you asked me before? Oh, something about Fist, yeah I've seen him around and figured I might chance getting a loan off of him but then you showed up. My lucky charm... hopefully." he holds his hand up with the dice, "Here, blow on them for luck would ya? It's like you said before 'luck be a lady tonight.'"
That 'something about Fist' hit him harder than a wagon filled with iron and all sorts of metals. But he relaxed when it turned out to be about just a loan. 'That's no so bad, is it?' He glanced over wearily at the group behind him. By the looks of Lace's face, it looked like she was calculating something. Had she figured this guy to be a cheat? Should he warn Fist? Should he warn this guy about Fist... and his um... unpleasant tactics? He wondered if the dice were loaded or not. That would explain the low rolls, but that didn't matter now. He already gave up the money.
After much scrutiny, he still couldn't tell from the look on Lace's face if he was trustworthy or not. He was horrible at face-reading. He decided to go against warning, and sighed and nodded once more.
"Ah yes, luck do be a lady tonight."He blew on the dice, side-eyeing Lace the whole time, "I do hope you win."
Lace you notice Fayson, the short man with spikey black hair just did something that affected the dice in a favor in some way, it was quicker than what you could fully catch. Without him uttering a single word of thieves' cant you know he is a rogue of some kind, maybe a hidden talent among the lower members of the guild.
Asbestos you need to succeed on a DC 15 Perception check to get basically the same info, at least the part about him doing something to influence the dice.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"YES! I knew my luck was about to change." Fayson leans forward and scoops up all the gold coins then approaches you and holds out about half, "Here take half there should be about 15 gold there. After all if it wasn't for you changing my luck I wouldn't of been able to celebrate Biscotti's send-off. Now with this I can really partake of the night's festivities." He looks closely at your face and you sense he is trying to get an insight into who you are.
(Up to you if you want to give him a clue or stonewall him.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
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Gotu scratched the back of his head in annoyance, then took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on, now hoping to see any unwanted visitors from the other thieves' guild among them.
Gotu scratched the back of his head in annoyance, then took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on, now hoping to see any unwanted visitors from the other thieves' guild among them.
Perception Check: 18
(OOC: Finally! A good roll! Damn, Gotu's glasses must have been dirty with the previous rolls.)
You scan back and forth over the many and varied patrons but don't spot any Silver Daggers. It's possible they know better than to intrude on a known hangout of the Night Ravens. You can't help but wonder what will happen if later in the night Fist crosses paths with any Silver Daggers.
For a brief moment you remember that the original Silver Daggers were a boon to the city and surrounding areas. They fought off an outbreak of werewolves decades ago and actually got their name from the use of a Silver Dagger, their trademark signature. But a faction broke off when the rest adopted a nomadic lifestyle and this faction stayed in the city and became a second rate thieves' guild. Now with Biscotti's death they may be ready to try and elevate themselves, maybe even above the Night Ravens.
Snapping back to the moment, No, there are none here. But they share the same city so their paths are bound to cross from time to time, it's just a matter of whether that will be tonight or not.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Lace you notice Fayson, the short man with spikey black hair just did something that affected the dice in a favor in some way, it was quicker than what you could fully catch. Without him uttering a single word of thieves' cant you know he is a rogue of some kind, maybe a hidden talent among the lower members of the guild.
Asbestos you need to succeed on a DC 15 Perception check to get basically the same info, at least the part about him doing something to influence the dice.
"Wow! Magnificent!" He clapped his hands together in awe and glee. He didn't expect his luck to turn out this well... all to well maybe, perhaps? He smiled at the thought that maybe his blow might have been actually lucky, though it likely wasn't. Asbestos looked over back at Lace, but still couldn't tell what thoughts she could be hiding. The inner mechanisms of a detective's mind was not one he could wrap his head around. His inner monologue was cut short by the deliverance of gold. "Oh dear golly, thank you!" He scrutinized the gold in his hand for a second, then put it away. Seemed real enough. He would drop one or two on the street for some street children or poor folks to find if he had the chance.
"Biscotti? Like the cookie?" Was something he wanted to say now for a while. The changeling looked at Fayson with blank eyes that looked more lost than found to be honest, a dim stare that suggested that nothing was on his mind at all. 'Ah well, how the cookie crumbles.' Beneath it all was a fast pacing fear and a quickening heartbeat as he lightly clasped Lace's hand to either be a signal to send her off to alert the crew or maybe he just needed to hold something right now. He didn't know which, but he felt like he needed to something. Yet his mind was racing with anything but answers.
"Oh well, yes have fun~" And he moved aside, not trying to get in the way of anything, "Right... Lacy?" He felt bad using the wrong name, but the situation was tense and he was tense. He just looked up at Lace tentatively for any directions. Internally, he wanted to scream and wave at the crew with a giant sign ('who's this guy?! who is he?!'), but he couldn't. He just stood there.
Stellclaw just sighs at the man’s comment and walks away. Violence was not an option for him today. As he walks through the crowd with his drink he just sighs again not finding any marks worth stealing from and comes back to the group.
“Did I miss anything?” He asks just staring at them.
Fist smiles, as unsettling as always. "How d'ya feel 'bout violence, lad?"
The brute proceeds to retell his whole idea to crotchety cat, stressing the part about him being in the ambush/mugging, but that he'd have a choice about the later heist.
"What say ya, lad? Care fer a lil' larceny n' mayhem?"
He pulls the wizard in and wraps an arm around his waist, while putting his other hand on Fyn's shoulder and leaning him in, too, in a sort of loose demented hug. At this point, he's more excited about the job at hand than any arm candy in his.
"Ya comin' ta rob an' p'llage wit' te boys?"
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"It's an open game if you got the gold..." The short man with spikey black hair stops short to keep from running you down. Then his attention shifts from the gathering of your allies to focus more clearly on you. "Say, I've had a run of bad luck but just got offered a sweet bet to recoup my losses. Problem is I don't have anything left. You wouldn't be able to loan me 10 gold would you? It pays 3 to 1 and I could return it in a minute."
"C'mon Fayson, you in or out? You're holding up the action." The green dragonborn pipes up.
"Oh yes. Very fun~" He twirled his fingers in his hair, some fingers getting stuck in the knots. Asbestos looked hesitantly in his bag then back at the man, "Sure. Very well..." He fished around for 10 gold coins from his bag. Without taking them out yet, he let them fall down from his fingers like a waterfall while his other hand clasped them from underneath right before they would have fallen to the bottom of the bag.
'It would be for a good cause,' He reassured himself, then took the coins out and placed them in the man's hands. "Here you go. I wish you luck."
((Perception check if he could tell if they look familiar? 18 + 1 =19 oh nice))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
You don't recognize him.
"Yes! Thank you, thank you so much!" turning back to the game he kneels back down and places the 10 gold on the floor with one hand while scooping up the dice and rattling them in his other hand, "Alright Grimey, you got a bet!" he then does one final shake and rolls the dice.
Dice Roll 1: 8
"Aww... close but no cigar." quips Grimey.
"I still got 2 rolls. I'm just getting warmed up." snaps Fayson.
"Aw shucks," Asbestos murmurs, trying not to look disappointed, "Perhaps, you will try again? Yes? Third times are the charm."
He lifted his finger in a question, then lowered it and instead fiddled with his hair and giggled. "Say... um... what did interest you in that group over there? By chance did you know them? Erm, friends of yours, perchance?"
((Wisdom: Insight: 16 + 1 = 17))
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
In the boisterous atmosphere, Molly found herself somewhat disengaged from the clamor of the various things happening around her and raucous laughter that filled the air that those activities brought. Instead, her attention was drawn to a more primal pursuit. With the sinuous grace of a predator, she darted across the room, her eyes locked on a scurrying target—a plump sewer rat that had ventured too far from the safety of its shadowy domain.
Her movements were a blend of urgency and frustration, punctuated by grunts and sharp, whispered curses. "Verdammt!" she hissed as the rat zigzagged through chair legs and around spills. "Komm hier, you kleiner Schuft!" Molly’s fingers grazed the rat’s tail, missing by mere inches, her chase a curious spectacle amidst the night's revelries. She leapt and twirled, her efforts relentless, her focus unyielding. For the moment at least, the hunt was on, and nothing else seemed to matter to the Rhinemaiden.
The short man with spikey black hair, Fayson, scoops up the dice and begins shaking them in his hand again before letting another roll go.
"Here goes nothing!" he leans forward a little after releasing the dice subconsciously trying to get a closer look once the dice come to rest.
Dice Roll 2: 10
He sighed at the last roll. The druid didn't want to lose money, but if it didn't work this time, he wouldn't be upset, just disappointed. After he stopped what he supposed was the 'threat,' Asbestos desperately wanted to go back to the group (unless Lace wanted to play her luck). Especially now by the looks of it, Molly had gone on the run, and he was afraid if he hung around these two men much longer, he might either have to spend the night with them, or the Rhinemadien might accidentally bump into him in the midst of her chase and then they would all topple down like dominoes onto the floor and he'd be coughing up dice until breakfast. To which neither was the prettiest thought.
But to go back to the group meant he would have to face the very handsy sailors once again. 'Ah well, you got to take your chances. Your wins and your losses.' He reminded himself. At least with the game, he had time to psyche himself up.
"Hmm... maybe one more time?"
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Lace observes. And mentally calculates probabillities, adjusted by what she knows about loaded vs unloaded dice.
Investigation 18 (if that's the appropriate skill)
@Lace
The rolls seem legit and you can't detect anything amiss, from what you know if the dice were loaded they would be very low or high results, those cheating don't like to leave any room for doubt.
@Asbestos
"What was it you asked me before? Oh, something about Fist, yeah I've seen him around and figured I might chance getting a loan off of him but then you showed up. My lucky charm... hopefully." he holds his hand up with the dice, "Here, blow on them for luck would ya? It's like you said before 'luck be a lady tonight.'"
That 'something about Fist' hit him harder than a wagon filled with iron and all sorts of metals. But he relaxed when it turned out to be about just a loan. 'That's no so bad, is it?' He glanced over wearily at the group behind him. By the looks of Lace's face, it looked like she was calculating something. Had she figured this guy to be a cheat? Should he warn Fist? Should he warn this guy about Fist... and his um... unpleasant tactics? He wondered if the dice were loaded or not. That would explain the low rolls, but that didn't matter now. He already gave up the money.
After much scrutiny, he still couldn't tell from the look on Lace's face if he was trustworthy or not. He was horrible at face-reading. He decided to go against warning, and sighed and nodded once more.
"Ah yes, luck do be a lady tonight." He blew on the dice, side-eyeing Lace the whole time, "I do hope you win."
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
Fayson gives them a toss and...
Dice Roll 3: 8
Lace you notice Fayson, the short man with spikey black hair just did something that affected the dice in a favor in some way, it was quicker than what you could fully catch. Without him uttering a single word of thieves' cant you know he is a rogue of some kind, maybe a hidden talent among the lower members of the guild.
Asbestos you need to succeed on a DC 15 Perception check to get basically the same info, at least the part about him doing something to influence the dice.
"YES! I knew my luck was about to change." Fayson leans forward and scoops up all the gold coins then approaches you and holds out about half, "Here take half there should be about 15 gold there. After all if it wasn't for you changing my luck I wouldn't of been able to celebrate Biscotti's send-off. Now with this I can really partake of the night's festivities." He looks closely at your face and you sense he is trying to get an insight into who you are.
(Up to you if you want to give him a clue or stonewall him.)
Gotu scratched the back of his head in annoyance, then took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on, now hoping to see any unwanted visitors from the other thieves' guild among them.
Perception Check: 10
(OOC: Finally! A good roll! Damn, Gotu's glasses must have been dirty with the previous rolls.)
You scan back and forth over the many and varied patrons but don't spot any Silver Daggers. It's possible they know better than to intrude on a known hangout of the Night Ravens. You can't help but wonder what will happen if later in the night Fist crosses paths with any Silver Daggers.
For a brief moment you remember that the original Silver Daggers were a boon to the city and surrounding areas. They fought off an outbreak of werewolves decades ago and actually got their name from the use of a Silver Dagger, their trademark signature. But a faction broke off when the rest adopted a nomadic lifestyle and this faction stayed in the city and became a second rate thieves' guild. Now with Biscotti's death they may be ready to try and elevate themselves, maybe even above the Night Ravens.
Snapping back to the moment, No, there are none here. But they share the same city so their paths are bound to cross from time to time, it's just a matter of whether that will be tonight or not.
((Wisdom: Perception: 3 + 1 = 4 ahhh he fails miserably))
"Wow! Magnificent!" He clapped his hands together in awe and glee. He didn't expect his luck to turn out this well... all to well maybe, perhaps? He smiled at the thought that maybe his blow might have been actually lucky, though it likely wasn't. Asbestos looked over back at Lace, but still couldn't tell what thoughts she could be hiding. The inner mechanisms of a detective's mind was not one he could wrap his head around. His inner monologue was cut short by the deliverance of gold. "Oh dear golly, thank you!" He scrutinized the gold in his hand for a second, then put it away. Seemed real enough. He would drop one or two on the street for some street children or poor folks to find if he had the chance.
"Biscotti? Like the cookie?" Was something he wanted to say now for a while. The changeling looked at Fayson with blank eyes that looked more lost than found to be honest, a dim stare that suggested that nothing was on his mind at all. 'Ah well, how the cookie crumbles.' Beneath it all was a fast pacing fear and a quickening heartbeat as he lightly clasped Lace's hand to either be a signal to send her off to alert the crew or maybe he just needed to hold something right now. He didn't know which, but he felt like he needed to something. Yet his mind was racing with anything but answers.
"Oh well, yes have fun~" And he moved aside, not trying to get in the way of anything, "Right... Lacy?" He felt bad using the wrong name, but the situation was tense and he was tense. He just looked up at Lace tentatively for any directions. Internally, he wanted to scream and wave at the crew with a giant sign ('who's this guy?! who is he?!'), but he couldn't. He just stood there.
<---- me irl slow reader, even slower writer easily jumpy thanks for being patient
DM: Drakkenheim Mind and Matter + Blood Secrets + What's in the Here and Now;
Player: Dragonlance
While Lace an' a disguised 'Sbestos deal with an unwanted guest, Fist looks around for the missing member in this meeting.
"Hang on. Where's te cat? He shoul' be 'ere ta hear this."
He turns to Fyn, sittin' cozy on the big man's lap. "Ya see where he went, lad?"
Stellclaw just sighs at the man’s comment and walks away. Violence was not an option for him today. As he walks through the crowd with his drink he just sighs again not finding any marks worth stealing from and comes back to the group.
“Did I miss anything?” He asks just staring at them.
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Fist smiles, as unsettling as always. "How d'ya feel 'bout violence, lad?"
The brute proceeds to retell his whole idea to crotchety cat, stressing the part about him being in the ambush/mugging, but that he'd have a choice about the later heist.
"What say ya, lad? Care fer a lil' larceny n' mayhem?"
He pulls the wizard in and wraps an arm around his waist, while putting his other hand on Fyn's shoulder and leaning him in, too, in a sort of loose demented hug. At this point, he's more excited about the job at hand than any arm candy in his.
"Ya comin' ta rob an' p'llage wit' te boys?"