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In an intuitive flash, Morrolan closes his eyes as well, relying for a second on his spirit animal's blindsight to keep watch. He disguises the action by bending over to pet his dog, "Who's a good Khaavren?" while getting a bit of a slobbering...
"Another run it is... But ye might want to collect yer badge for the next level, ye have won enough." After the ususal folderol (showing up at the table seperately, guidance ...) + whatever benefit having a partner is worth...
vs DC10
In the bar, Morrolan commiserates with Brand, "Fortune did not favor me, but I am still ahead on the night. Shall we give it another go?"
We appear to have lost Spazmodeus again...
While Brand is making his way over to the skiffs table, Morrolan stops by the organizing table to collect a badge for his previous win with Talen. (This to ensure they don't show up as immediately obvious partners.)
Then Morrolan heads over to the skiffs table Brand has chosen. After buying in for 25 sp, he again calls loudly for his ancestors aid as the storm is flipped... + whatever benefit having a partner is worth...
While playing, he also tries to help Brand do well as well...
"I've seen it played boot I'm noot skilled in it tho." Brand replies. "I wood like tae see how far doon this rabbit hole goes tho'. Ya 'ave an idea?" "Well, it's one of the few games on offer that's more of a strategy game than a luck of the draw," Morrolan shifts closer and speaks more quietly "With a partner at the table who will work with you though, things are a bit easier... The trick is to not make it obvious you're partners, or everyone else at the table will start making alliances. Buy in for one of their cheap tables here is 25 silver; can't afford the gold tables myself. So the rules for this partnership are simple we both put in our own starting stakes, and we split any winnings either of us makes equally. Either of us can walk away whenever a game's finished. Sound fair to you?"
"It's a bit o' a queer situation wit him a'coomin back noo. I want'a noo why." Brand says matter of factly. "Are ya here tae win your fortune?" he asks. "Well, among other things, I no doubt could find a use for a fortune... But I'm not just here for that; like you I have things I want to know about. I'd guess the best tidbits will be where the money is flowing, so I want to win my way into the 'deeper pits'. Gambling's a bit of an iffy way to do that, too random, but Skiffs on the other hand, is a game of strategy. Have you ever played?"
”I be distracted, sorry boot that. I’m Brand, priest of Gorum.” Brand says as follow up to his earlier response and then offers his hand to Morrolan. Morrolan shakes Brand's hand, and asks "So you're here on business, not having some fun... Why are you chasing after Saul so hard?"
Brand who has followed along with Liza as promised nods to Morrolan, ”I be hir lookin’ fur someone an havin’ no look. You kin anythin’ aboot Vankaskerkin?” "Nothing much. It's well known that he got run out of town a while back. Now he's back and starting up again with this casino. He's holding this tournament as advertising. That's about it."
Morrolan blinks twice as he takes this in and realizes that either he's dealing with a turnip made into a human via Polymorph any Object, or Talen has a much better idiot act than he wants to deal with... He says "You're right. Thanks for the game." Keeping his winnings (which leaves him up 10 sp after Talen's stake), he leaves Talen to nurse the 25 sp he's up (his stake), and takes wander about the room, looking for another potential partner... He spots the dwarf at the bar, scanning the room, and thinks "Why not, he can't be dumber than Talen was..." Max 10 as it is untrained
After the game, Morrolan heads back to the bar, to meet up with Talen again. He finds a hard to observe spot in a corner and waits... When Talen comes to join him: "See, not a kids game afterall. Here's your half of the split"; Morrolan puts 17 silver on the table but covers them with his hand. "Ya can pay me back your stake money and we can both walk away, or do you want to try another table?"
Having come to a deal, Morrolan hands over the stake money, and waits, nursing his beer and watching Talen as he heads to the Skiffs table. Once Morrolan has finished his beer, he joins Talen for a game of skiffs, plunking down his own 25 gp. He requests his ancestors blessings loudly, as the storm is flipped
+ whatever benefit having a partner is worth...
So there has been a successful recruitment of new blood has there...to get the new guys up to speed: Posts you should read and maybe make checks for...
"Pleased to meet ya Talen, I'm Morrolan. Spirit's blessing on our meeting." Morrolan takes Talen's hand and gives him a firm shake. Lowering his voice and looking around to minimize the chances of being overheard, he continues "Whether something a kid's game or an adult's game, I figure it's the stakes that make that call... Buy in for one of their cheap tables here is 25 silver; can't afford the gold tables myself. So the rules for this partnership are simple we both put in our own starting stakes, and we split any winnings either of us makes equally. Either of us can walk away whenever a game's finished. Sound fair to you? The trick though is we should try to hide that we're partners, otherwise everybody else at the table will team up too, and then it all gets complicated again. So you head on down to the silver tables at the far end of the game room, and watch for a bit so y'all're clear on the rules. I'll finish my beer here, and join you waiting for a table to open. We don't talk to each other there. After the game we meet back here in the bar to do the split..." vs DC 10
and possibly a further +2 if aid another succeeds
"Yeah, system on the bones don't necessarily work for someone else. Heck, they don't necessarily work at all." Morrolan pauses for a pull on his beer, and continues "Skiffs is more of a strategy game, and you're right, it can be a tricky one as an individual. With a partner at the table though, things are a bit easier... You have any experience playing the game?"
Morrolan considers the maiden for a moment and then thinks twice; invariably, the female of the species presents issues of her own. Instead, after a quick benediction he sits himself and his beer beside the well dressed gentleman at the end of the bar. With a smile, he opens "For a man at a gambling tournament to be looking at his purse like that, it suggests things haven't been going well. Had no luck at the Skiffs tables?"
Morrolan cannot miss the hulking ogre breed at the bar... He watches for a second or two and then shakes his head, imagining trying to teach that lump of gristle partner strategy for Skiffs... No, no, he needed someone who'd be able to make their own (sensible) strategic decisions if this was going to work. He continued deeper into the bar, looking for folk drinking alone... Morrolan's plan: OK, it's obviously a major advantage at Skiffs to have a partner among the players who you work cooperatively with. (Mechanically, I'd call it aid another on your gambling checks, but that's up to you.) Unfortunately, I'm sure the house vehemently dislikes people showing up in teams, so I need someone who can join the same table and play competently on their own; int 7 says Mohlg is out... The plan is to find some guy who's drinking alone, talk to them to find out if they understand the rules of skiffs, and if they do, use my Combat Hypnosis hex on them to have them agree to a partnership where we team up at a table and split the profits... But I need to find someone who knows how to play skiffs (and hopefully doesn't have too good of a will save...)
"Hmmm" Morrolan considers the situation for a moment and heads for the bar. Maybe he can find a partner there? He gets himself his free beer and with a whispered supplication to the spirits looks for folks who are alone in the crowd, who might be sympathetic to his scheme (to partner at Skiffs)... vs DC 10
and possibly a further +2 if aid another succeeds
Morrolan wanders the hall, assessing the odds on each of the games. Soon he is watching the Skiffs table(s); if he can talk someone(s) into being his partner (on the basis of shared winnings) it might be practical to win enough to get into the higher circles of the tournament... Maybe the friendly woman from the lineup?
Morrolan raises an eyebrow at the caged creature and murmurs "I know" to his spirit animal (who's dance beside him seems a touch more agitated to those who pay attention...).
"Thank you, but there are stranger things out there than you imagine. Pleased to meet you, my name it Morrolan." While speaking, Morrolan finishes his revisions...
Morrolan reads the contract carefully, then pulls out his pen and starts striking terms... Revised Contract:
I, ________________, Do hereby sacrifice
Dis - 1 gold eye
I understand that if I should lose my stakes in the tournament I shall receive the Devil’s mark I understand that if I elect to cash in my winnings before reaching the Pit of Nessus I shall forfeit If I am the first player to reach Nessus, then I am granted after initialing the revisions himself, he asks the 'succubi' to initial them as well. Assuming they do, he signs and hands over his 10 sp...
+2 if the aid another above succeeds
On Starday, the shaman took a nap in the afternoon... He knew he’d be up later than his custom. Why o why had Tammerhawk picked him to trawl about this fete of consumption for rumours about the blot? (Well, probably because he was much more able to handle himself than some scrawny apprentice wizard… That and Tammerhawk had little respect for the shamanic tradition, being a wizard of no small water himself.) Now it was getting on to sundown, and here he was, nursing a watery beer in this dive, with Khaavren at his feet in case of trouble. Listening for rumours of interest but only hearing old pirates moan about the good old days. Under his heavy cloak, he was equipped for trouble, with his lamellar armor, and his longspear leaned against the wall beside him…
Morrolan has posted, and will put up a bigger starting/prep post, but it will be a while, I have stuff to do...
Hmmmm, Morrolan, I'm not trying to be a jerk, but I'm still dubious... And we can now safely say that the points go to Onnello...
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I was under the impression this was dead again... I guess not.
Hey Mohlg, you apparently know "Al/Spazmodeus"; it's been more than a month since he posted about getting this started again. Is this back to being dead?
Well, well, well, clearly GM Spazmodeus lived through his affliction after all. Yeah, I'm still in...
Yeah, Dread and Spazmodeus both went dark about then and haven't been seen since. Hope they're getting better, but I fear the worst...
He's Alive! He's Alive!
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It's that time of year again. Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year. I am going on holidays, starting the 19th, and expect to be back for Jan 4th 2022. Posting may be sporadic; feel free to bot me if needed.
[sarc]Perhaps he believes she's a made up character in a role playing game? [/sarc]
, Max 10 as it is untrained
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Here's Morrolan’s local intel:
DC10 Knowledge Local:
Morrolan is an associate of the Cyphermages. Probably a researcher or a librarian or somesuch… DC15 Knowledge (Local):
Thieves beware: his dog is war-trained and has a good nose and sharp teeth. DC20 Knowledge (Local):
He’s a regular customer of House of the Silken Veil. In particular, he seems to like Lavender Lil’s company. DC25 Knowledge (Local):
He looks young, but he’s been seen in and around town for decades and doesn’t seem to age! Morrolan takes 10 on all K local rolls...
Morrolan's been in Riddleport for a lot longer than you'd think. As a middle aged aasimar, he's 152. He left the tribes at 67 (his wife was 64 as mentioned above). Although he's done a fair amount of bouncing around, he's been in Riddleport since before a youngling like you was born...
NPC’s Morrolan has some far estranged blood kin back in the Wind Clan; he’s up to great grandchildren (& mre) by now. However, he left the tribes after burying his wife (at 64), and realizing that he was going to end up burying his daughter’s children…He couldn’t take that. In Riddleport, he’s made friends with the several members of the Order of Cyphers, especially a junior librarian Jassail Medorian. They share a love of reading and a respect for books. He also recognizes Elias Tammerhawk as head of the Order of Cyphers; it is at his direction Morrolan is nosing around the Gold Goblin. However, in no way can they be described as close. He’s a semi-regular customer of Lavender Lil’s (once or twice a month), but recognizes it as hired companionship, no more. If he has recognized enemies in Riddleport, it’s Ziphras’s gang. Before affiliating himself the Cyphermages (and thus getting access to the Cypher Lodge), Morrolan was staying in the cheapest part of town – Rotgut District. Although he’s never met Ziphras, Morrolan had to deal with a couple of attempts to shake him down; that was when he trained a street pup (Khaavren) as a guard. |