Zavos Szmyr's page

Appraise 1d20+2=9
Knowledge (Local) 1d20+7=8 RATS!

no access to IC right now. DM, what is the DC for the knowldge checks?

Zavos pays his entrance fee, smiles at the ladies, and reads the document.

"Ah, lady! What losses? Surely meeting you is worth far more than whatever coins are the stake for tonight!"

Zavos grins again, infectiously.

His rapid patter speech continues, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Zavos Szmyr: entertainer, gambler, dancer, drinker, favoured of Desna, Calistria, and Cayden Cailean, type of man you have no doubt been warned against, and lover of all that is beautiful."

"And this is my disapproving friend, Kelne."

The handsome Varisian strides forward and bows low.

"Greetings, my lady. Are you here to try your luck in the tournament, or are you just here to watch?"

He glances up and grins mischievously, "Personally, I much prefer to press my luck than to spectate."

Zavos stops dead in his tracks, causing Kelne to almost run into him.

"Kelne, do you see the elf woman? Blue dress. Wasp tattoo. I think that my new lucky seat is as close as possible to her."

He continues towards the doors of the Gold Goblin, hoping to follow the elf and get a seat near her for the tournament.

Seeing the person he's been waiting for, he pushes off from the wall and makes his way over to join Zavos, "Still set on this, then?" he asks mildly. At first glance, the pair have little in common beyond their age, and their friendship might be something of a mystery. Still, Kelne has known Zavos for years, and there are few better ways to cement a friendship than to tell a rebellious teenager that someone's a bad influence on him.

"Of course, my friend" Zavos replies. "After all, what's the worst that can happen? I lose some gold? No lady notices me? I have too much to drink? All outcomes that I can live with."

"You always worry too much. Remember, Desna smiles on us."

"Now let's go in, have a meal, then Beat this Devil."

Zavos swaggers towards the entrance.

Zavos rises from the rumpled bed at around noon, yelping when he steps on the base of the discarded pewter goblet on the floor. He dresses quickly, then leans over the still dozing figure of his companion of the past few nights.

"No need to stir, love, I can find food to break my fast on the way out. Thank you for the food, the wine, the seed money for the tournament, and the... accomodation, but I'd best be on my way before your husband's ship returns."

He wanders the streets, eating his brunch and occasionally glancing up at the Blot. Zavos makes his way to Publican House and the House of the Silken Veil, where he makes is obeisance and donates a gold coin at each place, hoping the gods will bless this evenings ventures, one way or another. He also stops at the temple/shrine of Desna (assuming there is one in Riddleport), and says a prayer thanking The Lady of Stars for all of his previous luck, and hoping for its continuance, donating 5 more gold pieces.

The gods (hopefully) appeased, he makes his way to the Gold Goblin, in hopes of arriving there in time to get his lucky seat.

What time of day will the tournament start?

Knowledge (Arcana) (1d20+3=18)

Knowledge (Local) (1d20+7=11)

Knowlege (Nature) (1d20+3=21)

Ulli

Kelne:

Remember, you each need a reason to be at the gambling tournament.

Because win or lose, it impresses the women ;)

Looks like Zavos the bard will have to roll the dice for all us non-wagering types.

Hah!!

When Desna's favoured son holds the cards, how can we go wrong!?

Even if we lose all of our gold, there are plenty of kindly ladies to replenish it.

A heads up everybody: since the beginning of this adventure involves a gambling tournament, a rank in Profession (gambler) would be useful, not only for that, but for later in the adventure as well.

Thanks, acted on.

The mechanics for Zavos are done, I just need to work on background info.

Zavos Szmyr, Varisian Bard, is mostly done on paper. I will finish up his profile should I be lucky enough to get in.