Foxy Quickpaw's - Shattered Star AP

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

"See, the game is so boring even those two are no longer interested. Let's find something else." Gwenhwyfar suggests as she gets up.

Jimmy nods to the other two as he Follows Gwen away. As they leave the room he spins her around. "Why did you ask about those specific cards?"

"Because that were the ones the woman had." Gwenhwyfar replies.

"And how did you know what cards she had?"

"I checked with a scrying eye." Gwenhwyfar replies while walking into the smoking room with a pool table.

"This burning tobacco smells really nice. Maybe I should try that."

Assuming this is large and spacey and has some means to get the smoke out and fresh air in. If this were a mundane way of casting obscuring mist, the reaction would be different.

"Cheating isn't good Gwen. At least there wasn't a lot of money on the line otherwise we could have issues." Jimmy says as he Follows her. "If you want to cheat you make sure the other person is cheating first. That way you are just making the game fair again."

Jimmy chuckles at her statement about the tobacco. "It may smell nice from here but it certainly isn't an enjoyable experience up close."

"Why? Is there a rule telling that you're not allowed to check on their cards?" Gwenhwyfar inquires.

"It goes against the purpose of the game. The game is about trying to read the person by their 'tells' to decide whose hand is better. Seeing their cards removes the risk and the excitement." Jimmy says "At least the way they play here. At other places they play to see who can cheat the best."

"Then let's go there. It's kind of lame to sit there like some commoner and not use your powers."

"But first things first. Barkeep I want what that Sir has."

"It is in one of the rougher areas of town. But it will certainly be more exciting, and much cheaper than here."

The barkeep hands her a glass with well aged scotch, a hand rolled cigar and a tindertwig. "Shall I cut it for you?" On seeing the question marks in her eyes he cuts the butt of the cigar with a small guillotine.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Jimmy says watching her

Gwenhwyfar takes the things and sits on a bar stool and lights the tindertwig. Holding it at the front end of the cigar she takes a pull at the cigar. Taking it down she inhales the smoke - which causes her to cough slightly. Looking at the cigar she tells "It smells better than it tastes. The weed we smoked at Hannah's was definitely better."

"Do you want the cigar?" she offers to Jimmy.

"Who are you and what did you do with Gwen?" he asks looking at her aghast.
"I remember having your first drink with you and here you are a smoker..."

"Well Hannah told me we have to check the stuff before using it on our patients. And it's not bad even if you have no ailments." Gwenwhyfar replies.

She takes the glass and carefully sips at the drink. Her face clenches and then relaxes again. "This one is definitely better than the stuff at the Rusty Dragon."

"But these people here make me want to smash things. You see how they look at us?"

Gwenhwyfar downs her drink and hands the cigar back to the barkeep. "Let us go then."

The barkeep cuts the front end of the cigar and puts it back into the tube and labels it. "We have other entertainments if you wish. he offers.

"No thank you." Gwenhwyfar tells him off.

Gwenhwyfar and Jimmy say goodbye to Burston and leave the club. They walk through the night on the lit streets of the upper town. On the way down the large ramp it becomes dark though. The bazar is still buzzing with people and activities.

You catch the eyes of the people who look unbelieving at this overdressed couple. It is quite the walk through Dockway, and Beacon's Point until you finally cross the bridge to Ordellia. But not before you face a pair of muggers who think it is a good opportunity to lighten the purse of some upper town snobs. "Hand over your stuff and your girl can keep her pretty face."

"Oh please Jimmy, let us hand everything over to this mean man before he harms me." Gwenhwyfar replies in played fear, but she can't keep a straight face and starts giggling and snorting with laughter.

"I will deal with this one. You take the other?" Jimmy says as he steps in front of her and brings the cane down onto the side of the one thugs head.

Attack, PA, FF, Damage: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 191d6 + 17 ⇒ (1) + 17 = 18

Attack, PA, Damage: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 131d6 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20

The mugger goes down under the mighty blow with the new cane. Obviously a good investment. The other one stands there in shock like the bunny in front of the snake. Eyes wide and mouth open.

"What do you say? Shall I make this one stab himself? Or do you think he already got it that this was the worst decision of his whole life so far?" Gwenhwyfar asks.

She is a bit tipsy from the scotch. Which brings out her anger about being the one who gets picked on. She always was the different one. But now hiding away isn't the only option any more.

"I think that is abundantly clear." Jimmy says inspecting the cane for damage.
"Perhaps have him drag himself and his friend here to the guards? Or do you feel like trying to rehabilitate them?"

"That's a good one!" she replies. "You!" she points at the guy. "You are going to drag your sorry ass to the temple of Sarenrae in Underbridge now. And there you are going to repent and become worthy followers of the goddess. And if you don't I will come after you like a shadow in the night and purge you with Sarenrae's fire."

"That she will." a hovering cat besides the mugger confirms.

The mans trousers darken, starting at his fly and then down his leg until a strong smelling puddle forms on the ground.

As you arrive at Tessik's there is quite the party. Drunken people outside and totally crowded inside. The gambling hall full of smoke and chatter. and in the basement of the building the 'arena'. There it is even more stuffed with people cheering on the fighters in the cage down in the center.

The people are making bets between each other but there is also an official table where you can place bets if you know the signs to show the gal behind it. On a blackboard the opponents names are written together with the betting quotes. A hulking half orc fights some drunkard that was full of himself before the master of the cage wiped the floor with him. On the official table the bets were 100:1 and the private bets were more about the number of teeth the guy will keep.

The bell is rung, the door of the cage opened and the guy thrown out. As Jimmy walks through the crowd it splits more out of surprise and Gwenhwyfar can squeeze through behind him.

"Who is up to challenge the master of the cage? Are there any men here or only mice?" the woman behind the betting table shouts into the arena. Which leads to a tense silence as everyone looks around if someone will stand up.

"What do I get if I win?" Jimmy shouts across the silence.

The crowd turns and starts laughing. Some ohs and ahs heard too. "The title of 'master of the cage'. If you want to win something else you have to bet." the woman replies.

"No rules?" Jimmy says walking up to the woman

"No weapons. Mostly." The woman replies as the crowd becomes silent again as this noble stranger seems to be serious.

Jimmy turns and looks to find someone of a similair build to him. Finding someone, "!0 gold for your pants." He then turns back to the woman and says, "What is the most I can bet on myself?"

She checks her coins, writes out a starting rate of 5:1 "Tell what you have and we'll see if someone holds that."

The guy hands his pants over in no time for the ten gold while beeing 'whoo'-d by the crowd.

"Would you kindly mind my things Gwen? We don't want our new clothes being damaged." Jimmy says as he checks the new pants. He shrugs and before stripping to put them on, "Shall we say 20 platinum?"

The crowd cheers and a lot of the people want to make some easy money even though it is not as profitable on their side of the bet. Someone holds open the door to the cage.

Gwenhwyfar takes Jimmy's stuff.

Jimmy Stretches for a few moments. His muscles seem to bulge, he cracks his knuckles, and for a moment his skin looks almost metalic.
Bulls Strength, Blessed Fists, Iron Skin
He then kissed Gwen's hand, and whispers in her ear, "If other people start intervening on his behalf, feel free to intervene on mine, only if things look bad." He grins as he steps into the arena
Init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

The door is closed and the woman explains how the fight goes. "Fight goes until someone gives up, is unconscious or dead. Let the fight begin."

The half orc still grins even though you now look a lot more serious as an opponent.
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Gwenhwyfar wards Jimmy.

Jimmy drops into a combat stance as the door closes, sensing the ward he looks up at Gwen with a grin, and waits for the half orc to come at him, Readied attack if the orc closes distance

As the brute charges Jimmy steps into the charge and drives his fist into the orc's gut.
Attack, PA, FF: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 271d3 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15

The master of the ring charges Jimmy and tries to shove him at the cage.
Bull Rush: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21
But he runs like at a wall. A wall that hurts a lot in the stomach.

As Jimmy is now within reach of the hulking man, he ducks to his right and tries to land two more blows where his first blow landed.
Attack, PA, FF: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 281d3 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Attack 2, PA: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 251d3 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

As the half-orc's opponent wants a fist fight he can have one.
Punch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 151d8 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10
Punch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 171d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 111d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Punch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 141d8 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

But he doesn't manage to land a single hit that counts.

The crowd starts booing.

Jimmy dodges between the blows and keeps punching into the same area of guy.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
"Lets see any of you try better!" Jimmy bellows as he plows a punch into the Orc's gut once again
Attack, PA, FF: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 371d3 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14
Attack 1, confirm, PA: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 171d3 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15
Attack 2, PA: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 281d3 + 13 ⇒ (1) + 13 = 14

Jimmy hits a whole lot harder than the champion of the ring is used to. He stands there for a moment swaying but then falls face first to the floor.

Now there is an outrage in the crowd as they wont see their money back. A bulky guy who set a lump on the master of the cage starts harassing Jimmy while standing next to Gwenhwyfar. "That's cheating! He used magic! What a lousy loser!"

"How do you cheat in a no rules game!" Gwenhwyfar asks. "Besides, if you don't stop badmouthing him I'm going to kick your ass."

"Go Jimmy! Go!"

Jimmy shouts up to the man "If you want to pick a fight, do it properly, bring one person in here with you and whatever weapons you want."

"As if." he replies to Gwenwhyfar "Little girls shouldn't be here. And I'm not fighting girls anyway."

To Jimmy he flips the finger.

Gwenhwyfar cast mage armor and jumps on the betting table. Shouting over the crowd "I bet my Jewellery and my dress that I can rip that sore loser apart. If he dares to face me - that little sissy."