Pathfinder 1E EB's RoleMaster Game: Second Darkness Adventure Path - IC

[hero4hire]

"Ah..I see!" Jerrod looked amused at the novel sight. "I guess it was nobody insulting me. Literally NO-Body." He elbowed the short man next to him laughing at his own pun.
"I'll give it a spin..." he laid a couple of bronze down on black.

 

[EarlyBird]

"And you sir?" the woman asked of Finn.

 

[Yavathol]

"Ah, What?" Finn tore his eyes away from the outsider, back to the admittedly more pleasant view of the croupier.

"Not right now thanks. Whose idea was it to adopt this infernal theme and accompanying accoutrements? Quite unusual!"
Finn watches the results of the game with interest, but is too cautious to risk his money on games where he does not know the rules and cannot calculate the odds. Cards were more to his taste, given that he could generally remember fairly accurately which had already been played.

OOC: Where did this 'short' label come from? I was envisaging Finn as 5'11", not especially short?

[sblock]Finn 22/22 hits 2/2 Power Points[/sblock]

 

[EarlyBird]

OOC: Maybe he is always bent over in a book, lol

Jerrod places three bronze pieces on three random black slots and smiles at the croupier. "Let's see what happens," he says with a nod.

The croupier takes and spins the wheel, the head staying in place. The disks spin clicking a it moves until it slows down on a black pie slice that says, "Your Body". Then the ghoul head shouts out, "Well ain't much to say about Mr. Scarecrow here, I think I weigh more than he does, and I'm just a head. HA!"

"Winner," the croupier cries out and collects Jerrods three bronze coins and replaces the one with a silver piece.

[sblock=Rolls]
Jerrod random slots:
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Winning Slot #
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[sblock=Coinage]
1 GP = 10 SP
1 SP = 10 BP
1 BP = 10 CP
1 CP = 10 TP

So you spent 3 BP and won a Silver or just add +7 BP to your sheet.
NOTE: Your starting Money was somewhere between 50-60 SP. So it buys alot.[/sblock]

 

[EarlyBird]

Gunther asks the succubi about work and she mentions that the warrior should talk to Larur Feldin, "You can't miss him sweety. He's probably the only dwarf here."

 

[jonathonhawke]

After finishing his beer, Gunther wanders about the main room, looking for dwarves.
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[EarlyBird]

OOC: +5 = 70; failure

The Golden Goblin has become more than a bit crowded and finding the dwarf floor manager becomes a tasks that starts to seem not worth it. Even if he found him, Gunther believes he would surely be to busy with the tournament about to begin.

OOC: If the two gamblers are ready I can move the game along to the tournament.

 

[Yavathol]

Looking around at the increasing crowd, Finn mentally assessed each individual, guessing their occupation and business as a test of his perception.

Keeping a careful awareness of his money pouch, he moved away from the irritating gambling table and on to a different part of the casino.

OOC: Ready

 

[EarlyBird]

As the windows darken with the setting sun, several gamehall employees enter the game room carrying torches shaped like pichforks skewering burning heads made of straw and cloth. They light several large braziers, giving the hall a more infernal hue.

A hush falls over the gathered crowd as a short man climbs to the central podium, accompanied by two gorgeous "succubi". He stands before the grand golden chest, pretending to check the chains, and putting on a grin for the crowd.

Saul Vancaskerkin​

“Welcome, one and all, to the Gold Goblin Gambling Hall and your chance to cheat the Devil and win back not only your soul but all of his gold as well.” He says this last as he pats the large chest before which he stands. “I hope you found your reception by the Devil’s lovely temptresses suitably entertaining.” This is met by a general murmur of laughter and a few catcalls.

“Let’s take this moment to thank Old Scratch himself for attending this event. Not only did he loan us these lovely, dark angels, but he also emptied the deepest vaults of Hell itself to provide the gold for this tournament.”

Everyone's attention moves towards the birdcage where Old Scratch flies into a flurry of rage, banging the cage bars, spitting, howling, and screaming vile epithets in an unknown language.

The crowd cheers the display, which causes more cursing, which causes more applause. When everything settles once more Saul Vancaskerkin resumes his speech.

“Of course, he plans on replacing what he loses in gold with the souls of those of you who don’t win. The tournament rules are quite simple—as you play, you’ll earn more chips. And with those chips, you’ll be able to bribe your way out of the current Hell you’re trapped in, working your way down deeper until you get to Old Scratch’s treasury. Currently, all of you are Old Scratch’s prisoners in the first of the Hells, Avernus. If you want to work your way down to the ninth circle, you need to win games. Each time you win, you’ll be awarded a silver fang. If you come in second, you’ll get a bronze bone. And third place wins a copper heart. These bits of flesh and bone are what the devils use in Hell for currency, and they’re what you’ll need to pay in order to bribe your way into the next layer of hell. The first player to win a game after reaching Nessus not only keeps his winnings for that game, but also earns back his soul and the ten thousand silver coins that the Devil put up for this tournament. You can, of course, decide to cash out your winnings at any time you want, but if you do, or if you run out of money entirely… well, that means Old Scratch gets you.”

Vancaskerkin grins evilly and the caged imp cuts loose with another profane tirade. “And that earns you the Devil’s Mark and an escort out of the game hall until the tournament is over. What, you ask, exactly is this Devil’s Mark? Well, it’s something too utterly horrible to even contemplate. The forfeiture of your very soul, it is. But I suppose I can show you what it is— gods know I more than deserve the Devil’s Mark. In fact, better make it two, girls!”

With that, the two succubi accompanying him lean over and each firmly plants a kiss on Saul’s cheek with her ruby-red lips. When they pull away, their lip rouge has left clearly visible prints in the same shocking red on his cheeks. Saul beams as he cries out, “The Devil’s Mark, everyone!” which is greeted by a flurry of shouts, catcalls, and hoots. “Now, let’s cheat the Devil and take his gold!” which prompts one more rabid flurry from the imprisoned fiend above, and with that, the tournament begins.

[sblock=OOC]
Just need each of you to make three rolls (1d100), I will add in your gambling modifier. Bluff skill mostly. Then I will fluff in how good/poorly you did starting out.

I then will put you all at the same table gambling with some NPCs for some fun RP.[/sblock]

 

[jonathonhawke]

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