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"'Ere we go then," says Mr Bricks as he lines up the oche ,"Me to throw first." The darts fly from Mr Bricks' hands and whoosh-thunk into the board. Throw + Dex Bonus (1d20+4=23, 1d20+4=13, 1d20+4=14) "20, 13 and 14; 47 "(OOC You can't get 23 on one dart) "That puts me at 254." OOC Not a...

OOC Something just occurs to me, not everyone plays darts the same. I'm envisaging a game of what we'd call in the UK Traditional Pub Darts. The board goes fro 1 to 20 with doubles and trebles and a bullseye (worth 50 points) we each start with a score of 301 or 501 depending how long we want to...

"Excellent, these rules ok for you?" Impromptu Darts Rules 1. Darts Count as Light Thrown Weapon Category. 2. Any special abilities, powers, class feats etc. etc. are allowed. (We are, after all, naughty and dangerous adventurers.) 3. Each turn we take three ranged attacks at the dart board...

Mr. Bricks sips at his thin and insipid ordinary wine trying to make it last. He starts making 'plop-plop-plop' noises with his mouth ( a sure sign of boredom in anybody). Suddenly, he looks up, "I know," he addresses the whole room, "does anybody fancy a game of darts?"

"I'd 'ave thought you'd just be able to summon one." Mr. Bricks mumbles on the way to the bar, not as nice, maybe, but more active.

"OK, I'm willing to wait an' listen. I'll just get mesself another cup to while away the time.!

"Sooo, anyway Big Fella," says Mr Bricks, moving the conversation away,"What's the job and how rich is it going to make us?"

"The conversation's died down a bit, ain't it? We must all be feeling a bit nervous."

Mr. Bricks smiles, "Sounds like a good start for a party."

Mr. Bricks nods a greeting to the Paladin then slyly looks from Brenwar to Patronis and back again, raises an eyebrow and thinks to himself "Hmm! Could be 'fun'."

"Wotcher!" says Mr Bricks to the fey, "What brings you to this city, then?"

Mr. bricks walks cautiously up to the Dragornborn and the sight almost looks comic as the young human is dwarfed by the envoy. "Are you hiring? I'm no warrior but I can hold me own in a scrap and I have other skills which might be handy."

A young man with sandy, thinning hair and dark clothes in merchant style strolls into the bar, buys a cup of ordinary wine and looks round at his fellow patrons. "I'm looking for work", he says to the room in general, "I'm a ... sort of scout. People call me Mr. Bricks". Mr Bricks is awaiting...