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Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Iiiii, think I made an assumption. Alrighty then.

Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15, nope, he sees me.

"Deneb! the lithe elven dancer calls out to him, waving as she sidles through the crowd. "And Eris! Here to try your luck, or try your luck? I reallly think you should go for the former, you never seem as happy with the latter. Oh wait, are you two together? Deneb, you are a dear friend, but if you take advantage of Eris I will show you just how much of a Calistrian I really am."

Restless Cherry Blossom's outfit is one of the most revealing either of you have ever seen her in. Not so much so as to be lewd, but she will have no difficulty with freedom of movement in it what so ever.

basically a two-piece sarong with a very bare midriff & a top that does that figure eight wrap-around thing. The skirt of the sarong has a tight waist-band but lots of flow around the legs.


"Please, he doesn't pay me enough to take advantage of me," Eris said with a grin as he gave Deneb a rather obvious ogling look. "Of course, now that you mention it, I might just let this one take advantage of me for the fun of it," the Tiefling added with a wink indicating he's joking. Of course, exactly which part was supposed to be a joke was another matter entirely. Eris, of course, only smiles playfully.

A whore, a Calistrian, and a priest of the lady of luck walk into a bar, Eris mused, and almost burst out laughing as he realized his life was little more then a punchline to a cliche joke. Speaking of a bar and the Calistrian...

"Are you here for the tournament? To try your luck as I try my luck?" Eris asked, obviously playing off the Calistrian's bizarre speech patterns. "Or are you just here to pit your luck against mine?" Eris added, smiling coyly. He wasn't mocking the girl. Indeed, he rather enjoyed her punning. It always made for interesting, if utterly incoherent, conversations.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

So, this is the Golden Goblin.Deneb states the obvious as he surveys the establishment and the crowd. I wonder if I can both work there and gamble some...

Deneb watches for a minute or two trying to notice what sort of customers are going in and if employees are using a different entrance. If there is only one entrance being used, he will get in line.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24


Everyone is lining up at what one would assume is the main entrance, though you're as of yet too far away to see the particular details of the entryway. The rear of the structure backs up to the river, but you can guess that there's a service entrance back there. There are all types of people entering into the Golden Goblin, but one theme is persistent - the hungry look of one seeking another's coin. Most attendees appear to be human, with a smattering of other races among them. There are rougish sorts, peole who look like wealthy merchants, raucous adventurers and pirates, street urchins, and those who look like common laborers.


1st Level Human Male Rogue | HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T14 | FF13 | Fort +2 | Reflex +5 | Will +0 | Init +3 | Perc +4 | Sense Motive +0

Addressing the elven man as they get closer to the gambling hall I'll bet we have been chance at getting in on the other side. Unless of course ya be here to roll a dice and loose a coin or two.. The lad smiles at the elf.

These places always have a back door, ya know he stats factually. Lets find that, I think its be our best way in. But ya be quick about it. We don't want many an eye taking notice of us. With that Kallan pushes himself through the crowd toward the rear side of the building, trying to drag the elf with him.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Deneb, already thinking about the back door, hears and agrees with Kallan and follows.


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Looking down at her outfit, Restless Cherry Blossom frowns contemplatively. "Thinking about it, I'm not really dressed for a job application... Well, not for any I would be likely to accept." Nodding back to the line ahead of her, "I will see what it is like inside. For all I know there may be no work for Dancers."


Eris eyed the dress up and down, smiling as he did. "My dear, anyone that doesn't hire you wearing that dress..." Eris started but then kinda trailed off as he tried to think of an analogy. "Well, there's no one who wouldn't hire you in that dress. Hells, I'd hire you in that dress if I had even a table you could dance on." Eris smiled reassuringly.

"I know the idea is nowhere near as glam and glitzy as this place...but at least I'm a lot prettier than most of these rubes," He grinned a self-mocking kind of grin. Though, there was something about him that made certain folks...look twice. Wherever he went he seemed to stir up emotions of some kind, and always of extremes. Either people would swoon over him; or they would loathe the very idea of him. But even those that hated him admitted there was something about him...something unreal?


M Half Elven Cleric 1

At the back of the Inn Deneb peers into the employee's entrance. He touches the arm of an employee and asks I am here to inquire about work. I understand the owner might be in need of adventurer types. Where would I find him?


The trip around back is a short one, and its results are perhaps not what was desired. A quick knock at the heavy wooden door at the back summons a particularly dour man of nearly unnatural girth. His breath reeks of spirits as he leans out of the now partially open door to scowl at you. Whaddya' want back here? The entrance is aroun' front; this is for em-ploy-ees only. He sounds out every syllable as if he thought that you weren't capable of understanding normal speech. Now...ya' wanna talk to the owner, ya' get back in line like everyone else. He promptly slams the door shut upon your respective noses.

Around the front, the line has moved forward a few paces, and those who remained in it can now see the front entry. Atop the entry stairs at the main doors stands the larger-than-life size statue of a goblin, apparently cast in glittering gold. It balances a golden dogslicer on a pile of gold as it smiles smugly down on all customers who pass beneath its gaze. The doors themselves are of a dark wood and are decorated with panels showing four-leaf closers, crossed fingers, and other signs of luck.

DC12 Appraise:
You notice that the statue is made of shining brass...not actual gold.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Somewhat lightly Deneb thinks to himself If I were a dwarf that man would go into my book of grudges... Then promptly forgetting the incident, he move to the end of the line and continues people watching.


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Appraise 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12, made it exactly!
Huh, well, not exactly surprising. A bit thick, but not surprising.
Looking around for any sign of guards or hosts/hostesses near the entryway. Perception 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1, I'm thinking no.


Kresham stands slightly embarrased. "Well I suppose I would react about the same way upon discovering people sneaking about my back door."
Appraise: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Kresham muses aloud: "Yet another evidence that appearances are deceiving in human lands." He sighs, looking at the long queue of supplicants.


1st Level Human Male Rogue | HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T14 | FF13 | Fort +2 | Reflex +5 | Will +0 | Init +3 | Perc +4 | Sense Motive +0

Wondering if there is a way around the damn door, Kallan reluctantly walk away. Someone must have been beating us to that entrance, I think I know quite a few fellas that could have come up with that idea.

Scratching his chin Kallan wonders if there might be another way around.
Anyway lets at least get in there, we might be lucky most of them here are for the action not for the few coins one can earn.
Appraise: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Kallan scouts around trying to see if anyone has a pouch hanging too luring to pass up on.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Sense Motive 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
"Kallan, don't! Not here!" At the whispered call, Kallan realizes one of the people standing in line is Restless Cherry Blossom.


Kallan:
There are quite a few "marks" whose bulging belt pouches could nicely supplement your own, however everyone is keeping said pouches fairly close at hand. You quickly pick out a common man, a merchant, and possibly an adventurer (armed) whose pouches sag down slightly.
You'd have to cut the strings to take the pouch of course - DC10 check to conceal your dagger, DC20 check to snag the pouch (both sleight of hand); the mark will have a Perception check to discover you


1st Level Human Male Rogue | HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T14 | FF13 | Fort +2 | Reflex +5 | Will +0 | Init +3 | Perc +4 | Sense Motive +0

Turning around seeing the intriguing girl, Kallan stays his hand, sending an innocent smile toward the girl.
Of course not, I would never think of anything like that


M Half Elven Cleric 1

The cleric cranes his neck trying to see over the crowd and into the gambling hall.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21


The line gradually moves forward, and through the entry doors into a gambling hall humming with activity. The hall’s namesake leers down at you as you pass through the main doors. As you enter, a rather stunning woman dressed as a succubus smiles and greets you, then quickly moves you along inside.

Golden Goblin

Welcome to the Gold Goblin, handsome, the hot spot for turning fortunes and winning wagers beneath the arch. Looking for the squarest games, most honest dealers, and prettiest blamed barmaids anywhere in the port? Well, you found ‘em sugar! Ready to be a rich man? Hope so, ‘cause tonight’s your night. Belly up to a table and get to winnin’; we’ve got the gold to make your dreams glitter. Good drink, fine food, and warm company’s extra, but we’ve got all that too – at prices so cheap we might as well be giving it away. So find a spot, honey, order a pint, and leave it all to us, ‘cause here, even a goblin could win his weight in gold!

Just inside the main doors, two sultry beauties scantily clad and wearing faux bat wings, devil horns, and tails also play the part of alluring succubi; they cheerfully register contestants for the tournament and appear to be processing entry fees. Armed guards stand nearby to either side of an immense treasure chest into which each patron’s entry fee is being added.

Beyond the registration table is what looks like the hall’s game floor. Dozens of gamblers, waitresses dressed as succubi, and bouncers mill about the room, wandering amid tables offering various games while dealers shuffle cards, roll dice, and spin wheels. Moving through this throng are a dozen more of the barely clad, bat-winged vixens serving drinks and batting coal-black eyelashes flirtatiously for tips. In the center of the chamber is a short podium atop which sits a massive gold chest affixed to the floor by similarly gaudy chains. On either side of it stands a bare-chested bouncer in the exotic garb of some foreign sultan’s court. Each stands with muscled arms crossed over his chest and with a naked scimitar of prodigious size tucked through his waistband. High above them, from the hall’s cloth-draped ceiling, hangs a brass birdcage within which crouches a small, bat-winged, pointy-tailed devilish creature that sulks as it gazes over the room and occasionally rattles the bars threateningly.

Old Scratch

Contract:
I, , do hereby sacrifice my immortal soul and the worldly sum of
10 pieces of silver to the Devil to hold in escrow against his own stake of 10,000 silver coins in
the gambling tournament being held at the Gold Goblin Gambling Hall of Riddleport on this Oathday,
14th day of Arodus, 4708 ar.
I understand that my soul will be placed on deposit in the Hells’ deepest pit of Nessus. Furthermore,
I understand that all winnings shall be catalogued in concordance of souls, to be represented by teeth,
eyes, and hearts of the damned. By participating in the gambling tournament and beginning in the first
pit of Avernus, my winnings shall earn my way deeper through the Hells on the following schedule:
Dis—1 gold eye
Erebus—3 gold eyes and a Badge of Dis
Phlegethon—5 gold eyes and a Badge of Erebus
Stygia—10 gold eyes and a Badge of Phlegethon
Malebolge—25 gold eyes and a Badge of Stygia
Cocytus—50 gold eyes and a Badge of Malbolge
Caina—75 gold eyes and a Badge of Cocytus
Nessus—100 gold eyes and a Badge of Caina
I understand that if I should lose my stake in the tournament I shall receive the Devil’s Mark and
my soul shall be cast upon the rocks on the shore of the River Styx.
I understand that if I elect to cash in my winnings before reaching the pit of Nessus I shall
forfeit my soul and 50% of the cash value of my winnings for said early departure.
If I am the first player to reach Nessus, then I am granted the redemption of my soul and the right
to Cheat the Devil and Take his Gold in addition to collecting my winnings. In such a circumstance,
all other players shall receive the Devil’s Mark and forfeit their souls.
This is I do swear.
Witnessed by: __Old Scratch


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Knowledge the planes 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14, to try & recognize what is in the cage. Knowledge the planes 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13, to try & determine if the contract genuinely endangers my soul. Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23, to see if there is a stage or other place to dance.
I don't see a stage anywhere. Bother! Well, we're here anyway. Might as well see what happens. I don't believe that contract is real...
"Ooh Pretty!" Looking at the hostess, then pointing out Eris, Deneb & Kallan, and after a moment's hesitation, Kresham. "They're with me." Restless Cherry Blossom hands five gold to one of the 'succubi' at the table and proceeds to sign 'Blossom' on her contract.
Already deducted Gold from my sheet.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Deneb whitens slightly as he looks at the contract. Even in jest I would not sign such a document. he tells his new friends. Looking at the caged creature he asks I wonder if that is really some form of devil or demon, or just a mockery like the waitresses.


Restless Cherry Blossom:
You can tell that the creature in the cage is, indeed, an imp...and it appears to be quite real. You're not sure about the document...though you do notice that you could fill in any name...whether yours or not. You don't see any sort of stage to dance on, as every square foot of room looks to be taken up by marketable services like gambling or selling drinks. There's a bar far to your right, but it's packed elbow to elbow. Looks like it'd be the center of floor for dancing, unless you want to jump up on someone's table.


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Elven

Spoiler:
"It is. Just a 'minor' tempter. Accept nothing it offers you & don't let it know who 'you' really are & you should be alright. Well, your soul will be no more endangered than it already is, here."
With that last, Restless Cherry Blossom spreads her hands & arms, as if indicating the whole of the Gold Goblin, or possibly Riddleport itself.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Looking at the creature in the cage Deneb says quitely I cannot abide slavery in any form. Even a fiend deserves better. It is not right to deny a sentient creature its freedom. I would send it home if it were within my power.


Kresham shrugs when the exotic-looking human says he's with her, but doesn't object or say anything. When he hears her speak Elven though, he gives her a second look. To Kallan:"You know her?"
When Deneb says his part though, Kresham visibly relaxes and speaks up:
"Now I see I didn't come here in vain. I couldn't agree more, friend. I will need to speak to the proprietor about what can be done to send the pitiful fiend back where it belongs."


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Restless Cherry Blossom is Elven, although it is certainly possible, even likely, that her hair is arranged such that neither her ears or eyes are readily visible.
"Then it seems the first thing we should do is find the proprietor." With that, Restless Cherry Blossom sashays across the floor to one of the two over-muscled guards & squeezes one of his biceps flirtatiously. "So, bravo, I have an inquiry to make of your boss, where might I find him? Batting her eyelashes to complete the image.
Bluff 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16, to imply genuine interest. Diplomacy 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5, to get him to talk.


1st Level Human Male Rogue | HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T14 | FF13 | Fort +2 | Reflex +5 | Will +0 | Init +3 | Perc +4 | Sense Motive +0

Turning around as Blossom pays the entry fee:
I know of her, think is she some kind of priest or such. Always helpful I might add. You might say, we go to the same church. Kallan chuckles politely as he turns around yet again scouting for potential customers.

"Gosh all these folks really got a lot of stash to throw away" he thinks then his eyes fall on the golden goblin and a devious plan starts to form. "fake gold or not I bet that's worth a pretty penny"

By the way I am Kallan, he smiles at the armored elf, This is Riddleport at it's finest, welcome to the town of endless possibilities. Ya can get all of this with a heavy purse and more so. See even the lovely ladies can be yours for the taking, if ya got enough.

That's the way Riddleport works best.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Deneb seems to focus on the creature in the cage. If nothing prevents him, and the proprietor does not appear he walks over to be closer to it.How high up is the cage. Deneb plans mischief.


Apologies for my delayed posting...exam and no sleep made me crash hard.
First of all, for that appraise a while back: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Knowledge (planes) to know Old Scratch:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
A roll higher than a 5 at least once in a while would be nice oh paizo server...
And can I roll a knowledge (local) on this place/any other local questions that might pop up? Or is all of that just covered by the initial roll where we all pick two districts stuff?

Eris begins singing quietly to himself as he pays his fee, and signs the document:

"Well you made a deal with the devil
And now your soul is mine
You sold it for eternity
When you signed that dotted line..."

He looks up at the stunning woman with a grin on that last line as he dots the last 'i' in his name and then he paid the woman the necessary entrance fee. He made deliberate eye contact with her, smiling sweetly for a moment as he looked into her eyes. And then, he sang quietly to her, "so long, farewell; I'll see you in Hell my friend," With that, he winked smugly, and walked inside, grinning all the while.

On passing her, he took a moment to take in the whole scene before him and the illusion of this whole thing was...delightful. They even managed to grab themselves a real devil to display in a cage which made the Tiefling shake his head somewhat. Given his history being a sexual slave, it should be hardly surprising that Eris has somewhat of a negative view of slavery. Having said that, the Devil seemed to be something more of a stage prop than an actual slave being tortured and tormented in any meaningful way.

But Eris did notice that Deneb seemed to have taken an interest in the caged beast and that it seemed like he'd made a new friend as well. It was about this time that Eris realized just advantageous it might be to have a cleric of the lady of luck on his side during a gambling tournament...though, most gamblers will tell you its more skill than luck. It can never hurt to have both skill, and luck on your side. So, with that, Eris resigned himself to walk over and make nice.

"... even the lovely ladies can be yours for the taking, if ya got enough. That's the way Riddleport works best," said the Human standing beside Deneb, which made Eris grin somewhat.

"Actually the best part about Riddleport is that you never have to settle for these ladies because you can always find something more...exotic...If you know where to look," Eris interjected with a smirk, as he approached the duo with an obvious cocky swagger to his step. His right hand resting on the hilt of his rapier in a relaxed fashion. Not so much because he was threatened, indeed, the Tiefling felt right at home in this Hellish illusion. His left hand was resting on his hip. "And you have the coin for it, of course," he added, once he was sure he'd grabbed the attention of the Human. He still had his token grin on his face suggesting that at least some of what he said was a joke.

As an incidental, the song Eris is singing is "Sell Your Soul" by The Creepshow, if anyone is interested.


The guard eyes Cherry, her question having got his attention. He is, however, not impressed by her charms. You'll see soon enough; the boss'll be addressing everyone when the sun goes down. You'll just have to wait for that, like everyone else.

The cage is overhead, high enough to just be out of the reach of a standing and stretching man. It hangs just short of a layer of filmy flat drapes that act as a ceiling below the brass dome high above.

Eris:
You're not sure what sort of creature Old Scratch is, short of being infernal. Sorry; you know little more than the basic knowledge of this place, unless you decided to use a knowledge: local roll for it

The succubi move through any entrants quickly, and the chest is quickly loaded even deeper with shining coins. One of them turns slightly to talk over her shoulder as the group passes through. Just make yourselves at home; gamble a bit, have some drinks while you wait. The proprietor will announce when the games have begun.

Silver Crusade

M Aasimar Paladin 5

Deneb makes his way over near the caged devil and focuses on observing the room. He would like to find someone trying to cheat, but will look for anything out of the ordinary.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Sorry about last post source. Not sure how it came from a PFS character and not even an alias. ???


1st Level Human Male Rogue | HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T14 | FF13 | Fort +2 | Reflex +5 | Will +0 | Init +3 | Perc +4 | Sense Motive +0

As the cat like creature approaches Kallan unintentionally take a step backwards, You are that cat that fell out of the window?

Wondering how to get around the unwanted attention from the strange creature, which Kallan had decided he would keep a close eye at. This twist of event has changed everything and suddenly the roles was turn the Cat was addressing Kallan, and that make him feel quite uncomfortable.

Not use to see the likes of you around here, I think tis is me first. Obvious nervous Kallan starts twiddling his long bony fingers, while trying to keep a somewhat fake smile on his lips.

I saw you came here with miss Blossom, I take it ya be a friend of hers too?

As for coinage.... Kallan quickly makes a hand gesture to the elf standing close by. Secretly begging for the two would strike a conversation leaving him off the hook for the time being.


Eris took in the Human's rather obvious nervousness and it made him smile. Not so much because he enjoyed torturing the poor man, but because there was something so adorably helpless about him. However, the Tiefling had learned something from this initial exchange: he had caught the human's eye. That is to say the Human had taken an interest in Eris' falling out of a window, and his arrival in this fine establishment. Either he genuinely hadn't seen a Tiefling before; or he is following me, Eris reasoned.

"You flatter a sideshow like me with your interest, Sir," Eris said with a toothy grin as he went into an over-the-top bow before the Human. The gesture, of course, was clearly more so for dramatic effect than an actual proper ceremonial bow. He used the opportunity to take in the Human's equipment in somewhat greater detail, noting the various blades and what have you the character was carrying. Eris did this not because he considered the man a threat (indeed, his nervous twitching and shifting suggested the Human was anything but a threat), but because it never hurts to take note of these kinds of things. "I am, indeed, the one who fell from the window earlier today, and Miss Blossom and I are...acquaintances, for lack of a better term," Eris continued after he came up from his exaggerated bow. His hand went to rest on his rapier but, before it got there, he thought better of it and extended it out to shake the Human's hand. "Name's Eris," he said with that same stupid smile.


As Deneb nears the cage, the creature within glares at him with a malevolent intelligence, then proceeds to pull and shake at the bars with rage.

Perception DC15:
It almost seems as if the creature...this "Old Scratch" is acting. It seems to take pride in the reaction it recieves from those who recoil from it.

Deneb:
There are a multitude of games going on right now, and any one of them would undoubtedly lead you to a cheater. Is there anything more specific you'd like to look for, or do you wish to simply follow the first one that you find?

Though the "games" as they call them seem to be starting some time later, you're free to gamble at the other games currently in progress. They seem to be "teasers" to the main tournaement. There's Bounder, Ghoulette, Golem, and Skiffs. Or, if you're interested in merely watching, let me know what you're looking for and include appropriate rolls. This gambling hall is here for your use until the festivities begin, so everyone please tell me what you'd like to do.


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10.
Restless Cherry Blossom wanders from the guards, keeping a casual eye on her friends in case they should have need of her, accepting the occasional (complimentary) drink & for the most part observing. Having heard about the Ghoulette game, she will place a silver down in witness to one of Calistria's lesser regarded miracles, but mostly she just wanders about, keeping eyes & ears open for anything interesting.


Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

Kresham does not intend to participate in the games, but he will regard them with interest, especially those tables where people (and cats ^-^) ,who fate seemed to throw at him, play.


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Having heard that such creatures can sometimes read minds Deneb 'thinks' at the devil in the cage. We are opposites, you and I, but still I would see you freed. No creature should be caged.

After inspecting the cage as best he can he moves through the crowds keeping an eye on a few of the cheaters, looking for ways to expose their crimes.

Deneb hopes to sell his keen eyes to the owner. He hopes being able to spot the cheaters should be of great value someone.


Ghoulette is apparently a roulette-like game, with the withered and decapitated head of a man sits atop a wheel. Players about the table put a marker and any number of coins on one or more spaces on the wheel (out of twelve total), and then the croupier spins the wheel, which he calls "Dungo". Dungo then opens its eyes and issues an enraged insult based upon the subject shown on the space of the wheel; whomever had their coins on that subject matter is paid the amount he or she bet in the next higher denomination (i.e. gold for silver; silver for copper, etc.) Should Dungo say something nice, each player gets a consolation price in the amount of coins bet in the next lowest denomination and rounded down. All original bets then go to the house. The slots are:
1 - appearance
2 - bloodline
3 - demeanor/presence
4 - hygiene
5 - skill
6 - clothes/equipment
7 - body
8 - race
9 - courage
10 - profession
11 - brains
12 - "something nice"

Restless Cherry Blossom:
Please let me know which slot you'd like to place your bet on

Kresham:
Watching as Blossom sets down a silver, you can tell first that the head of Dungo shows teeth marks on its neck, as if it was gnawed off, and second, that the croupier seems to have a slight edge

Deneb:
The cage is ornate, but appears flimsy enough that the beast could escape if need be. It's either bound by some other means on in there by choice. Let me know if there are any specific tables you'd like to watch; specifically - did you want to watch the Ghoulette table that RCB is stopping at? If so, please give me a perception roll


M Half Elven Cleric 1

Welcome Back!

Deneb watches the Ghoulette table closely.

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

Yay!
Restless Cherry Blossom puts one Silver in the cup marked 'Something Nice' & smiles genially if uncomprehendingly at the croupier.
The incomprehension is that she doesn't realize that she has made a 'losing bet' by default. The croupier is undoubtedly fighting with himself over whether or not to tell her she will lose no matter what.


1st Level Human Male Rogue | HP 10/10 | AC 17 | T14 | FF13 | Fort +2 | Reflex +5 | Will +0 | Init +3 | Perc +4 | Sense Motive +0

As the cat-man seem friendly enough Kallen looses up a bit.
I think we better see what is going on here, it would be nice to win a coin or two he says trying to seem calm.

See you two shortly when I have become rich he grins somewhat stupidly. Then make a waving motion and turns to tables.

Kallan decides to mix in with the crowd Kallan keeping a bit out of sight. He slowly makes his route around the tables in hope someone have dropped a coin or two.
Fingers are itching for a loose purse but noticing the size of the bouncers he keep them in check.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16


Blossom's bet down, the croupier maintains a straight face as he passes about the table for others to pitch in. One man in the group, a large, rotund man with an ample stomach under a cinched violet vest, whisles out through teeth clenched about a worn wooden pipe. My dear man, now you know that bet isn't right...the lady should be allowed a fair chance, don't you think? The man twirls a finger in his long moustache, his expression one of mild amusement as his gaze lingers over Blossom.

The croupier, on the other hand, looks agitated, but he motions to Blossom's silver. Lady, if you please; that bet is a losing bet. I'd ask you to choose another if you'd like to participate.

Deneb:
Your keen eyes show that the man who had spoken is quite well off...his fingers are bejeweled and his pockets appear full; he's either quite the fake or quite wealthy. Also, one of the others at the table, a slim man with dark eyes, seems a bit anxious for the wheel turn, as if his whole pocket depended upon it. He looks furious at the delay; you glance down and see that he's only set down 10 coppers, in "hygiene."

Kallan:
You've pinpointed three poor souls who would undoubtedly yield a good return on investment - a young lady - prim and proper with a thin-corded purse, a tall man that looks like a farmer, who carries his winnings in a small sack in his hand, and the wealthy and fat man at the Ghoulette table who seems to be eyeing Blossom like a sweet and succulent pie. You pinpoint several small items about the tables that you could pocket, some of them coins.
If you'd like to try and grab a handful, roll a stealth check to avoid being caught.


Elf (Jinin) Witch (White-Haired Witch)/3 HP:12/12 Spells 3/3 1st 2/2 2nd AC 12 12 10 F+1 R+5 W+2 Per+3 Init+2

With a slightly aggrieved glimpse at the 'professional' gambler, Blossom puffs out a breath & replies. "Fine. Presence."


Eris shrugged his shoulders as the Human disappeared into the tavern. If he weren't so terrified of me, I'd almost feel insulted, Eris mused to himself as he moved on to take in the gaming area. Eventually, he caught up with Restless Cherry Blossom and Deneb at the Ghoulette table, hearing the croupier correct the witch's bet.

Eris enjoyed gambling, but he had never been one for games of chance like Ghoulette -- everything about them was so real, so final, so determined. The Tiefling much preferred to play cards or other games of appearances -- where the cards boldly declare the player's fate, but often, its the player who makes their fate in games like that. A little lie here, a distracting comment there, and suddenly that crap hand you were dealt is a winner. The reality is irrelevant, what matters is the appearance, the illusion.

Spotting Deneb who seemed to be paying far too much attention to the game for his own good, Eris walked up to him with an amused smirk, pulled out a silver coin, and held it up to the cleric's face. "A kiss for luck?" Eris asked, blinking his eyes in the most effeminate overly flirtatious way he could. It was both painfully adorable, and impossibly ridiculous at the same time.

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