Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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QUEEN’S LOCATION: 2
The quickling gives Rigel 2pp and says: “Double or nothing?” as he starts shuffling the cards again.
"Sure" says the ranger.
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6
**This Space for Rent**
QUEEN'S LOCATION: 1
The quickling pushes 4pp across the small table to Rigel. "Again? Three in a row wins the grand prize! Again! Again!" he exclaims as he starts shuffling once more, his hands basically a blur.
Hardly even half way into the shuffling Marcon is rubbing his eyes and shaking his eyes. "Man o' man. If I ain't know better, I'd think only Helm could keep up with those hands!" The ex-farmhand commented. "Say! Just out of curiosity I s'pose, what they call you, Slick?" He asks of the quickling. "And how'ja get so good at that?" He adds, as much out of curiosity as it was to get some personal insight into the game.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
" Alright, I suppose. I've come this far, why stop now."
He says as he nods to the speedster to deal the cards. Rigel watches intently as the cards dance on the table.
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3
**This Space for Rent**
Vanzaren pats Rigel on the shoulder, "All or nothing right buddy?"
Enhance Ability
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"Zots" says the quickling so fast that one could barely make it out as word and not just a sound. "I used to be human. My toy-making business was failing. I simply needed more time to be able to make enough toys to sell so my wife and children would not starve. Desperate, I went to a hag to request her assistance with having more time to get things done...so she turned me into a quickling..." said the card dealer in a blur, though the sadness in his rapid speech pattern was still very noticeable. "She taught me how to play Follow-the-Queen and I began swindling people for their money...that's what landed me in this dreadful circus. I don't know what ever became of my family..."
QUEEN'S LOCATION: 5
Rigel assisted roll: 5
**This Space for Rent**
"So close!" says the quickling as he drops the platinum coins into a small pouch attached to his waist. "You look like you could use a stiff drink! There's a satyr with a booth a little further down the midway who holds a drinking competition every hour...it's free to enter and he offers a unique magical potion to anyone with the stones to drink him under the table. Even if you lose, you won't worry about your lost coin until the morning!"
Marcon just slowly nods along at points, comprehending little, and yet just enough to tempted to even reach out and pat the quickly on the shoulder. "That there sounds, uh... pretty rough, uhm... Zots." He states in a somewhat questioning tone near the end. "And this probably sound strange or impossible all things considered 'bout this place. But, I think things'll be looking up fairly soon for ya, seeing me and mines with the boss lady of this whole shinding later."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Zots looks questioningly at Marcon's last statement: "Wha...what do you mean 'looking up for me'? I lost hope years ago...sounds strange, but it's kind of the only way I've been able to survive here - by accepting my fate. There's no hope...having hope will drive you crazy."
"I understand your position but my friend is right. We intend to subvert her reign of terror." He drops another gold down. "Here's a coin for you. Keep your eyes open we may return to you for 8nformation. Speaking of which we seek a young boy by the name of Carp, little red headed boy was taken by a magician. Maybe you know what happens to the children confined here? Think about it awhile and we'll come back to you."
Turning back to the others he asks, "Well do we try again or move on? Maybe one of you will have better luck. Or shall we go drink?"
**This Space for Rent**
The quickling glances left and right several times, and then slides a playing card across the table to Rigel and then begins shuffling for his next game.
Marcon opens his mouth to speak, yet hesitated at the last moment in reconsideration of the last words. A look of relief soon spreads across his features with Rigel stepping up to clear the air in his place, leaving him with little more to add than an confirming nod, further affirming the groups ideal, if not intent. With a raised brow at the Quickling's slipping the card, Marcon tries to look about inconspicious as he angled his body in such a way as to further obscure the table should Rigel go to take the card.
"You know, guys. I think wet'n our whistles would be great, least we lose all our coin." He tries to suggest casually, snapping his fingers and pointing in the rough direction of the Satyr towards the end.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Garet shyly repeats "Are you s..sure this is not t..that the g..game w..where you a..always loose? "
Rigel discreetly palms the card. He turns away from the table and takes a couple steps. Reaching into his pants pocket he pulls out the fortune tellers card along with the quicklings card as if he had had that one all along. He turns each over in his hand several times examining them both closely.
**This Space for Rent**
"What? The drinking game? Depends I s'pose it depends on the challenger." Marcon replied. "That, and if one of the participants is somehow immune to getting drunk. But that horned fella ain't no dwarf at least, so odds should be aight. Just might make, uh... challenging the other games more difficult after." He adds, giving Garet a weak grin.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As they move down the midway towards the drinking booth, Rigel feels there's something different about the two items he's looking at, but figures it will require him to spend time away from the noisy midway to study them close enough to learn anything more.
A cheer goes up not far ahead, and the party can see a group of on-lookers gathered around a small square table. On one side, a dizzy-looking human struggles to bring a tankard to his lips. On the other, a smallish male satyr with a huge pot-belly casually quaffs down his tankard of ale and slams it onto the tabletop. The human gags as he tries to polish off his drink, but a few more gulps and he began to heave and wretch back into his drinking vessel. The satyr then declares himself the winner, and the crowd seems to agree as a few of the human's friends drag him away from the table and around a corner where he can empty the contents of his stomach without the whole circus watching.
"Next contest starts in one hour!" bellows the satyr to no one in particular. He then moves the hands of a clock display to indicate when his booth will reopen and disappears behind a tent flap. A fairy emerges from the tent and begins collecting empty drinking vessels, straightening up the table and generally cleaning up the area in preparation for the next crowd. She gives a shy smile in the party's direction, leaving each wondering exactly who she was smiling at.
Ronk waves at the fairy using the arm of the plush bugbear he won, then looks at the others. "Anyone know any spells that might help with booze drinking?"
The fairy stifles a giggle at the sight of Ronk waving at her with his own Ronk doll, and though she tries to seem focused on her work, her face blushes like a rose.