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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aethmud" data-source="post: 9033450" data-attributes="member: 6746292">[ATTACH=full]286436[/ATTACH]"Ah, a nimble thread from the crest of a roc! Well, that’s a prize and a half, Thidrik!" Jack exclaims, eyes twinkling as he leans back on the pillow-top chair. "You see, I'm not sure I have anything to match a roc feather thread..." He strokes his beard theatrically, pondering on a suitable match for such a prize. "Well, maybe just one thing," as he produces from a pocket a small, shimmering ribbon, threaded with a tiny pendant of pearlescent petrified wood.With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jack starts, "Now, this here is not an ordinary trinket.  The ribbon was woven by the fey themselves, in the heart of the Feywild where the moon is always full. And the pendant is said to be a tear of a woodland nymph who fell in love with a mortal, but could not stay with him, frozen and then petrified over centuries into this small fleck of pearlescent gemstone.” He chuckles, continuing, "They say, on a clear night, under the soft glow of the moon, the ribbon will show you images that retell legends of the Feywild, each more enchanting than the last. And the pendant?" Jack's voice drops to a hush, "It whispers to the trees and the plants, and they whisper back. With this around your neck, you'd have more friends in the forest than any druid."With a hint of worry on his brow, Jack drops the shimmering ribbon with the pendant into the pot.[SPOILER=Persuasion skill check]Persuasion skill check to convince the Mintarn mercenaries that the ribbon and pendant are valuable and magical.  <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=279747" target="_blank">1d20+7 = 11</a>   OOC: In fact, the ribbon and pendant are nonmagical, the equivalent of a friendship bracelet from a Feywild summer camp retreat.[/SPOILER]Jack pointedly turns towards Sodt with a mischievous smile. "Ah, Sodt, dear friend, my humble little Brass dragon has taken a liking to you," he begins, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. He pats his card fondly, "A wee brass wyrmling, but with a heart as large as the mountains. Now, it seems your Green dragon managed to sneak away with a couple of shiny pieces, didn't he? And we all know how much dragons love their treasure. But alas, Sodt, my Brass dragon believes in fair and honorable play. He's of the opinion that what goes around, comes around. So, in the spirit of fairness and good sportsmanship, my Brass friend would like one of your ill-gotten silver pieces returned to the pot."[SPOILER=Card draw for 2nd gambit]Gaming check: <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=279743" target="_blank">1d20+5 = 7 (failure, draw one)</a>Card draw: <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=279744" target="_blank">1d12 = 6 (Bronze)</a>, strength check <a href="http://www.coyotecode.net/roll/lookup.php?rollid=279745" target="_blank">1d8 = 3</a> [/SPOILER]Revealing his card for the 2nd gambit, Jack rolls his eyes as he flips over a Bronze 3 Dragon. "Oh, woe is me! Once again the dragons seem to have misunderstood my innate charm and imposing stature," he proclaims, with a self-deprecating smile.Turning towards Mak, he raises his brass flask in a salute, "And there you are, Mak, my friend! With your mighty Silver Dragon. A noble beast of grand power and beauty. As they say, 'Great dragons flock to great leaders'. This is clearly a sign of great things to come for you, don't you think? Or perchance your pet raven is a lucky charm?" he adds with a laugh.Jack tosses his 3 silver pieces into the pot, "May the mightier dragons prevail! And may they remember that the lesser dragons tried their best," he grins at the table, spreading his arms wide in a lighthearted shrug, "But alas! The cards do not lie! So, here's to hoping for a little divine intervention in the next round!"</blockquote>

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