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14 Arodus, 4708 AR
The day is clear and bright, a warm but tolerable day in Arodus, with the only thing to mar the view of the sky is Riddleport's now ever-present Blot, the dark blemish that has made the infamous port even more well known.
You find yourselves in the run down section of town near the wharves that is also the home to the Golden Goblin Gambling Hall. As you approach the Gambling Hall, you see the following:
Description:
Standing before the main doors of the building is an 8-foot-tall statue cast in shining gold to resemble a larger-than-life goblin. 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 strong dark wood imported from southern lands and are decorated with multiple panels depicting signs of luck and good fortune (four-leaf clovers, crossed fingers, and so on).
You can hear a great deal of activity within the structure, and for good or ill, what has brought you to the Goblin won't be found by standing outside of its doors.
For anyone that enters the Goblin:
alluring succubi.
Both are employees of the Gold Goblin, and they cheerfully register contestants for the tournament and process entry fees. Armed guards stand nearby to either side of an immense treasure chest into which each patron’s entry fee is added. The guards are on hand to not only protect the money, but to prevent any overzealous admirers from trying to dare the infamous touch of a succubus.
Beyond the registration table is 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, batwinged 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 barechested 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.
Nearby, you hear an attractive female greeter saying the following to another patron that has just entered the establishment:
"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!"
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