(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[Velmont]

Opale looks at A'jardin with a desesperate looks. "Oh, please... you are just as boring as my mentor... I hate to have to study all these crap to make out some effect. Why I have no dragon blood, it could have been a lot more simpler..."

As Bartholemu starts to speak, Opale starts to calm down. She lights up the new candle she just ask for while she listen. She take her little snake and bring him near the hotter candle.

"Here baby, you'll be better. Yeap, seven month. That's mean the business should start in two or three month. My cousin generally goes over there to sell spices for the cooking contest. And a good friend of mine has a lot of special deal for that event, and people come to see him month before to make sure they get it in time... but that's merchant stories... that's what happen when you hang too much with those thieves, you starts to see bargain everywhere.

Personally, I'll see if I can go over there. Maybe I'll be able to see my good friend, or my cousin. Who knows. But even in magic contest, I doubt I would stand a chance, I need to learn a few tricks before to stand a chance against some old wizards."

She pose a moment, and looks at her snakes, that seems to have go back to sleep.

"Temple of Jareth you said? What so special about that temple?"

 

[Dexerion]

Bartholemu twiddles a copper peice across the top of his fingers while he observes the snake and shuffle, always attentitive to who has his cards in hand. If anyone would care to look at his tankard, they would be curious as to why it is so full. In fact, it doesn't look like it has been drained at all. "It is the cardplayer's sanctuary."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"Oh, er, is it my turn then? Alright..." Fimble takes the deck and shuffles three times, then cuts it. He deals out the cards. "Well, let's just play five card stud, eh? I'm sure we're all familiar with that one." The game plays out over conversation. "So, from where do you all hail?"

OOC: Roll of 1d20+5: 17

 

[Dexerion]

"Oh, er, is it my turn then? Alright..." Fimble takes the deck and shuffles three times, then cuts it. He deals out the cards. "Well, let's just play five card stud, eh? I'm sure we're all familiar with that one." The game plays out over conversation. "So, from where do you all hail?"

OOC: Roll of 1d20+5: 17

Bartholemu lays down his cards and leans back, a little suprised he isn't breaking aheah anymore. 5 Stud (1d20+5=9)

 

[Pbartender]

Jack sits back and listens to the conversation, while he concentrates on the game.

"Well now, that's more like it," he says as he displays his aray of cards on the table.

OOC: 1d20+6: 24

 

[Velmont]

Opale puts a few coppers in the center of the table. She then stare at the cards deal to her. As she sees people raise, she simply bow down.

"Better save money for the next hand"

She then looks at Jack's cards.

"Well, I think I just made a good move. No chance to beat that. To answer you, Fimble, I am just wandering presently, coming and going from town to town. I got bored and decide to see the world."

OOC: 1d20 = 4

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"Oh, fiddle sticks. I was sure I had that one." Fimble feigns despair, then looks up with a grin and winks, "Bah, I let you have that one, friend. Consider it... a gift." He grins haughtily and then chuckles at his sarcasm. "'Tis only a few copper. Did I tell you where I am from? Perhaps you've heard of it. The magnificent Fallon, City of Falls. Ah, 'tis a wonderful place, magic and beauty galore. My father, I told you about him, he's the greatest gemcutter in the whole city. And that's saying something, you know. It's a quite the city! And my grandfather, I never met him, but he was a great hero from the Kingdom of Medibaria." As he speaks, Fimble's eyes light up with pride and respect for his ancestors. "Aye, Fimbus Leyron Aukits Macklerey Gimmons... 'Tis quite a name to live up to. I have some big shoes to fill." He glances down at his shoes and sees that they're actually quite small. Blushing, he adds "Well, metaphorically speaking, that is." He laughs loudly and takes a polite drink from his mug of ale. He nods to Joe the barkeeper, expressing his approval.

 

[Pbartender]

"Oh, fiddle sticks. I was sure I had that one." Fimble feigns despair, then looks up with a grin and winks, "Bah, I let you have that one, friend. Consider it... a gift." He grins haughtily and then chuckles at his sarcasm.

"If you insist, mate," Jack replies nonchalantly. "My deal, is it? Same game, if you'd please."

Jack takes up the deck of cards, and makes an impressive display of shuffling as the cards fly between his agile fingers in a dizzying array. The juggling act concludes with four hands of cards spinning out onto the table, the cards of each hand neatly and evenly arranged before their respective players.

"Ante up."

It's not long before Jack lays out on the table what he expects to be a winning hand.

"Whaddya got?"

Slight of Hand (performance): 1d20+6 [17,6] = (23)
Profession (gambler): 1d20+6 [18,6] = (24)

 

[Velmont]

Opale takes her cards. She starts to raise but quickly see that it is raising too fast for her.

"I won't follow. I shouldn't have follow on the first raise."

OOC: Roll of 7+0=7

She finish her mug of ale.

"Sorry, gentlemen, but your lady will withdraw from the game, that dwarven spirit is stronger than I thought. Good stuff, Joe. And so you can forgive me quitting the game so soon, I'll offer you each a mug of ale. Joe, 4 more mug, one for me, and one for each of these gentlemen."

 

[Dexerion]

Bartholemu cracks a smile at Fimble's shoes joke. Then turns his focus back to the game. When Jack ask, "Whaddya got?" Bartholemu leans back in his chair and throws his cards in. "Not this hand, obviously."

1d20+5=6

OOC: for now lets use the synergy bonus for 5 or more ranks in bluff or sense motive. this kills the game for us level ones though. :-(