The Casino Of Souls

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

"I've long since forgotten my name. I died of a curse. Haunted my family for a hundred years, and, when I broke it, it killed me. I'll play anything and everything, so long as I have a good companion and a drink. You seem to be one, and I have an ale in hand, so, by all means, let's go down." 

*Should we roll d4 for suit, then d14 for cards? Or should we figure out some way to make this quicker?* 

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

"I've long since forgotten my name. I died of a curse. Haunted my family for a hundred years, and, when I broke it, it killed me. I'll play anything and everything, so long as I have a good companion and a drink. You seem to be one, and I have an ale in hand, so, by all means, let's go down." 

*Should we roll d4 for suit, then d14 for cards? Or should we figure out some way to make this quicker?* 

 He swishes his blue devil, about the colour of his ghostly skull face. "Hope I am." He shuffles the deck, and hands out cards.

*Feel like d4 d14 works, but how do we hide the type of card from eachother?*

“You all see a young elven man walk into the casino. He has black hair, gray eyes, and skin as white as snow. He’s holding a glowing blue sword carefully in his palm, like he doesn’t know what will jump out at him. He sees the ongoing game of hearts, and wanders towards it.”

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“You all see a young elven man walk into the casino. He has black hair, gray eyes, and skin as white as snow. He’s holding a glowing blue sword carefully in his palm, like he doesn’t know what will jump out at him. He sees the ongoing game of hearts, and wanders towards it.”

 "'Ey! Wish to join us? Got a set of cards, always 'ave one."

He speaks with a clipped, almost posh British accent. “And who might you be, then?”

A black wispy figure shoots through the air, flicking from table to table with a blink of an eye. Red lights stare out where its eyes should be, and it hisses, proceeding to make a clacking sound. The figure wears fancy clothing and a greatsword on their back. The color is all black except for its eyes, as you can only make out their silhouette. Hair falls down their face, and they wear a hood over their hair that covers two large horns sticking out from their head. Wherever they go, they avoid light. Shade Vanale is a well known person here. It threw away most of its soul in gambling deals and is controlled by warring souls that seek to use it for their own means. 

(they/it pronouns in case anyone was wondering) 

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He speaks with a clipped, almost posh British accent. “And who might you be, then?”

 "Maxwell. How 'bout you, lad!?"

“My name is Ken. Ken Evandra. Bit of a thief up on the material plane, but a teammate botched a job, and here I am.” You notice he’s turning his sword over and over in his hand.

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“My name is Ken. Ken Evandra. Bit of a thief up on the material plane, but a teammate botched a job, and here I am.” You notice he’s turning his sword over and over in his hand.

 "Died cuz a stupid mistake as well. One of the best earthy gamblas', but the alcohol hit bit hard, saw rabid wolf-dog, and got me a new face up 'ere..."

“Really? I’m only here because of stupid Solom. The heist was practically completed… and then Solom, our inside man, ratted us out to the guards. I was killed accidentally by the guards.”

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“Really? I’m only here because of stupid Solom. The heist was practically completed… and then Solom, our inside man, ratted us out to the guards. I was killed accidentally by the guards.”

 "Sounds like a real ******." He deals out cards.

*How do you play this?*

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*How do you play this?*

*Wdym? Also I’m on mobile rn so I’m limited in my responses*

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

"I've long since forgotten my name. I died of a curse. Haunted my family for a hundred years, and, when I broke it, it killed me. I'll play anything and everything, so long as I have a good companion and a drink. You seem to be one, and I have an ale in hand, so, by all means, let's go down." 

*Should we roll d4 for suit, then d14 for cards? Or should we figure out some way to make this quicker?* 

 He swishes his blue devil, about the colour of his ghostly skull face. "Hope I am." He shuffles the deck, and hands out cards.

*Feel like d4 d14 works, but how do we hide the type of card from eachother?*

*Hmm. I’m not sure, actually. Could we just roll in a PM with someone else so they can attest to it? Or is there some way to do it online?*

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

"I've long since forgotten my name. I died of a curse. Haunted my family for a hundred years, and, when I broke it, it killed me. I'll play anything and everything, so long as I have a good companion and a drink. You seem to be one, and I have an ale in hand, so, by all means, let's go down." 

*Should we roll d4 for suit, then d14 for cards? Or should we figure out some way to make this quicker?* 

 He swishes his blue devil, about the colour of his ghostly skull face. "Hope I am." He shuffles the deck, and hands out cards.

*Feel like d4 d14 works, but how do we hide the type of card from eachother?*

*Hmm. I’m not sure, actually. Could we just roll in a PM with someone else so they can attest to it? Or is there some way to do it online?*

 *Probably PM someone. Or maybe I can pm myself and u can pm urself and after the game we can add eachother to the PM?*

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

"I've long since forgotten my name. I died of a curse. Haunted my family for a hundred years, and, when I broke it, it killed me. I'll play anything and everything, so long as I have a good companion and a drink. You seem to be one, and I have an ale in hand, so, by all means, let's go down." 

*Should we roll d4 for suit, then d14 for cards? Or should we figure out some way to make this quicker?* 

 He swishes his blue devil, about the colour of his ghostly skull face. "Hope I am." He shuffles the deck, and hands out cards.

*Feel like d4 d14 works, but how do we hide the type of card from eachother?*

*Hmm. I’m not sure, actually. Could we just roll in a PM with someone else so they can attest to it? Or is there some way to do it online?*

 *Probably PM someone. Or maybe I can pm myself and u can pm urself and after the game we can add eachother to the PM?*

*Ooh, yeah. But how do we make sure we don’t end up with the same cards?*

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*How do you play this?*

*Wdym? Also I’m on mobile rn so I’m limited in my responses*

 *Same.*

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A wayward soul has went into the casino, their face a wolflike skull, their chest with a plume of fur shaped like a heart. Their tail ends in several sharp spades, and they have a chest shall that's open at the front for their fur. They shuffle a deck of cards, grab a blue devil, and bring it to a game of hearts.

“Heh.” The cough seems to originate from nowhere, resounding through the creature’s ears. People — well, all sorts of things — bustle around them. Then — quiet. No other voice intrudes inside their mind. “Hearts,” comes a rasp next to them. An aging man sits there, skin lined and weathered with wrinkles. He smiles; and his yellow, crooked teeth remind you of a rat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve played that. Deal me in, will you? And my companion—“ he grabs a passing waiter and a drink with it— “—as well. A piece a point, or would you wager something more…valuable?”

 They sit down, cracking their neck, cracking their fingers, and sighing a happy sigh. "Mmhmm. How 'bout we wager with souls, 'eh? Just hope ya don't have too much use of yurs..."

The old man's eyes widen. "Souls?" he cackles. "Er...alright..." He trails off, thinking. "I always like to know my opponent before I play. Who are you, opponent?"

*Gonna add a portion on the Soulless soon* 

 "Maxwell. Died from a rabid wolf-dog. Found it outa the casino I went into, and twas pretty drunk. Tore me t' shreads. Favorite game 's (is) hearts. How 'bout you?"

"I've long since forgotten my name. I died of a curse. Haunted my family for a hundred years, and, when I broke it, it killed me. I'll play anything and everything, so long as I have a good companion and a drink. You seem to be one, and I have an ale in hand, so, by all means, let's go down." 

*Should we roll d4 for suit, then d14 for cards? Or should we figure out some way to make this quicker?* 

 He swishes his blue devil, about the colour of his ghostly skull face. "Hope I am." He shuffles the deck, and hands out cards.

*Feel like d4 d14 works, but how do we hide the type of card from eachother?*

*Hmm. I’m not sure, actually. Could we just roll in a PM with someone else so they can attest to it? Or is there some way to do it online?*

 *Probably PM someone. Or maybe I can pm myself and u can pm urself and after the game we can add eachother to the PM?*

*Ooh, yeah. But how do we make sure we don’t end up with the same cards?*

 *F*ck... how bout we just use an online card game or smth?*