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Post by feq on Apr 10, 2007 22:23:42 GMT -5
[ooc sorry, work kept me - if its not too late, Vat would have generated clean water for wraith, so that she did not have to give questionable water to the patient. I'll try and be better from now on].
Vatndir looks at the spear, a mark of recognition on his face. "I imagine thats from Ysgard." Vatndir's eyes trailed to the door, his mind lost in thought. Where had he been wandering. How did all this happen without him reacting? Vatndir pondered it deeply, using the spear as a focus point. This was a decision his mind would make eventually, and he would go where he needed to be.
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Post by insomniac on Apr 12, 2007 11:04:05 GMT -5
"So let's get to it, cutters." The tiefling glances to the goat-hooved woman for the moment, watching her staring at the spear, before turning back to the table. "Well, no use rattling out bone-boxes all day. What's the stakes, what's the opening bet, are we doing this thing or what?" He gives a sharp-toothed grin to the table.
The centepede, meanwhile, starts to crawl over the back of his seat, toward the floor.
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Post by john on Apr 12, 2007 16:46:55 GMT -5
"Stakes is money or information. Opening bet this time will be a gold." John sets down one with an almost pained look, reflecting his miserly little soul, and says, "Of course we're doing this. Though watch out for Fishy, he seems to have the best of luck with this sort of thing."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Apr 12, 2007 18:31:41 GMT -5
"Stakes is money or information. Opening bet this time will be a gold." John sets down one with an almost pained look, reflecting his miserly little soul, and says, "Of course we're doing this. Though watch out for Fishy, he seems to have the best of luck with this sort of thing." Nuuko stares expressionlessly at the gold coin as John sets it down - We're betting gold!? - hesitantly he reaches into a small pouch at his belt and produces a similar coin. The scout squares his shoulders and his face gets the same determined look as when he's haggling with street vendors. After turning the money over in his hand several times, the prime slowly puts down the piece of gold, seeming at first reluctant before quickly retracting his empty hand. ...gotta live in the Now." So long as Fishy's not using loaded dice there's little enough to be done for our bad luck. A bet's a bet," the lanky elf states dryly. |
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Post by john on Apr 12, 2007 18:44:48 GMT -5
"Seeing as they're my dice, I can assure you they're not loaded." John shakes the dice in the bowl for a moment as a sort of punctuation of this point.
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Post by insomniac on Apr 13, 2007 2:40:46 GMT -5
The hairy Tiefling reaches a hand into a pouch, with a musical sound of shifting gold coins, as he closes his eyes with an ecstatic grin at the sound. He tosses a coin onto the table, into the ante. "Everything's a bet, bashers. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Apr 17, 2007 17:45:21 GMT -5
Seeing no one else anteing up, Nuuko's long, sinewy arm easily stretches across the table to scoop up the four cubes and cup. After jangling the dice for a few seconds, he quickly inverts the rolling cup onto the table with a light thud. He promptly withdraws the cup revealing the first roll of the game.
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][rand=82363083397877223097749552232988783127924892462719092326866028475]
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Post by john on Apr 19, 2007 16:14:22 GMT -5
John rolls a moment later, waiting for the others to declare the scoring on the rolls.
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][rand=82097454636844150204025364757308779333626237784167011742936467331]
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Post by feq on Apr 20, 2007 10:15:03 GMT -5
Vatndir laughs at the implicaiton of loaded dice. "Its a good thing I don't think like that. Imagine loaded dice... where's the risk in that. Besides, I know my mind will imagine me winning everything it is necessary for me to win. Having said that, I'm glad to see we have stepped down from information to gold. Takes the pressure off."
Vatndir put down his gold, and took the dice from John.
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][rand=63115110536329598412108015875037223371990917136621377784427659518]
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Post by insomniac on Apr 23, 2007 20:07:32 GMT -5
The Tiefling's bony hand takes the handfull next, dropping them on the table with a clatter, and a grin that somehow looks more like a snarl.
[dice=6]
[dice=6]
[dice=6]
[dice=6][rand=489040379952609071171820438965273194188056258065536060094663458031]
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Post by john on May 1, 2007 20:22:37 GMT -5
"Another win for fishy, it would appear." intones John, sounding almost hollow this time, but the smile on his face hasn't changed.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jun 29, 2007 9:41:57 GMT -5
The door to the tavern swings open, permitting a swirl of wind and rain entrance over the threshold, before a cloaked figure steps through. Clad in a bulky black baladrana reaching from neck to knee, and a deep shadowy cowl, little can be seen; save for the spiked gauntlets that settle comfortably over the basher's hidden belt.
"Evenin' cutters." The basher said in clear feminine tones, nodding to the table of dicers as she strode toward the bar. "I'd like an ale, cutter. Somethin' from Ysgard, if'n ye've got any on tap."
While she waits, the cloaked woman pushes back her deep cowl with a gauntlet bound in barbed wire, revealing a shock of distinctive pink hair; and the tribal sapphire starburst, carefully inked into the side of her face and neck. She surveys her surroundings with a quick, roguish grin, glancing back at the gamblers again.
That looked like fun. She mused, watching them for a moment, observing their mixed expressions, mannerisms, dress-style, and faction insignia; no two the same, this group was a miniaturised representation of the Cage's diversity. She leaned casually against the bar, content to watch for a moment longer - at least until her bub arrived - then stood up straighter:
One of the dicers, the short ugly one with the sour face, he looked oddly familiar. Hadn't she seen him before? "Oiy, cutter! 'Aven't I seen ye afore?" She calls out to him, observing him with open curiosity and amusement etched into her angular features.
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Post by john on Jun 29, 2007 16:55:04 GMT -5
John looks up, eyes narrowed for a moment "Once or twice, maybe. Why?"
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 1, 2007 2:00:33 GMT -5
The pink haired woman smirks thoughtfully, fingering her bottom lip. "It don' matter much, cutter. Jist that I coulda sworn I'd seen ye at tha Pit, a few evenin's ago." She siddles away from the bar, forgetting about her drink for the moment, and winks at John.
"If'n ye game half as well as ye fight, I might be willin' to toss tha bones with ye fer a bit."
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Post by john on Jul 1, 2007 23:08:57 GMT -5
"I always welcome another player at the table, willing to risk information or gold, however.... of late my luck with a sword is better than my luck with my dice. And that is truth. Fishy has been taking my money." John grins humorlessly at the water genasi across from him.
"Sit down and ante up then, Pinky."
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 2, 2007 22:15:45 GMT -5
"The name's Silver - Quicksilver, actually - if'n ye don' remember it." She says with a wry grin, and pulls up a vacant chair; spinning it around and sitting with the chair-back against her abdomen.
"So, knowin' already what tha stakes are, how do ye play?" She asks, glancing around at the table of mixed faces, taking mental note of each basher in turn. She decided then she'd toss the bones for a round or two first, before bombarding them with questions.
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Jul 4, 2007 19:51:49 GMT -5
The lanky, dark-skinned elf vaguely follows the conversation between the gambler and the new pink-haired individual. He quickly sizes her up as she approaches the table and sits. "From what I can tell, the game mostly involves rolling dice and then giving Fishy our coin," the Athasian says with a jerk of his thumb toward the genasi.
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