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"Fine. Do it." Her confident anger seemed to be turning to physical aggression but your/Grit's pointing out her failings in subtlety have flustered her she rolls the dice quickly and finishes her drink.

1d6 ⇒ 6
1d6 ⇒ 3
1d6 ⇒ 6
1d6 ⇒ 3
1d6 ⇒ 4
1d6 ⇒ 5

She rerolls the threes
1d6 ⇒ 4
1d6 ⇒ 2

"Roll, Peck."

Nikolai picks up his dice and rolls with a slight giggle.

1d6
1d6
1d6
1d6
1d6
1d6

He rerolls the 1 and 2
1d6
1d6

"Hmm, looks like we lose our sixes, and a five, and a four. I win 8 to 6."

"Hurpmh...shift eyed..cutpurse.." she slides you your money and looks to Grit.

"Watch your tone with me Anklebiter."

She leaves.

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"That's because I was already on a job. You're lucky. I would have done it much faster and much cleaner. I heard those bodies washed into a group of farmers wives trying to do laundry. Spooked to town and the merchants are playing dumb. Pretty sloppy."

"You just dumped them in the water without weighing them down? That's going to raise some eyebrows. Bet some of them guards are going to be preeeetttty grumpy about losing that extra gold. Sure hope they don't show up here."

"Look, I don't carry that kind of coin into a tavern. Seen too many people too drunk to notice their wallets been lifted and besides, if I needed that much drinking money I'd be dead. Seems a bit sloppy to not keep it safe. If you want to roll on my word I'm in for your price. You know I'm good for it and we can have a witness observe our agreement."

"Fine. Do it." Her confident anger seemed to be turning to physical aggression but your/Grit's pointing out her failings in subtlety have flustered her she rolls the dice quickly and finishes her drink.

1d6 ⇒ 6
1d6 ⇒ 3
1d6 ⇒ 6
1d6 ⇒ 3
1d6 ⇒ 4
1d6 ⇒ 5

She rerolls the threes
1d6 ⇒ 4
1d6 ⇒ 2

"Roll, Peck."

What have you been up to to get money burning your pockets?"

"There was a small gang of toughs causing problems in Voski. Seemed like the town guard were on the payroll and a group of merchants pooled their funds to hire the guild to get rid of them. They'd gotten a hold of some magical arms and felt like big shots. I waited for them, set some bait and killed them all and dumped them in the river. Had quite a stash at their hideout, I returned most of it. heh."

"Woo ee! I love your enthusiasm but I make it a rule not to carry around that much coin because of people like me. I'll wager my lucky ring against that stack though. Take a look. Saved me from a bears grapple. Helped me steal a boat with none to notice me. Survived the sting of a giant scorpion. I owe my life to this ring. Whether my life is worth more than 50 large coins may be up for debate, I'd pay more for it though."

Nikolai shows her his minor ring of protection.
[Dice=deception (it's worth way more)]1d20+5

"Ring doesn' look special to me. Definitely not work what I'm putting in."

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"4, 2, 6, 4, 3, 4."

She plops the dice in your hand. "You're up."

"So we both lose a 3 and a 2 giving us both 18? Does that mean we should put 50 more into the pot?"

She laughs. "Lady Fortune is making this pretty interesting. What do you say we honor her?" She slides a stack of 50 platinum pieces onto the table.

She looks back at you. "3 dice each. What do you say?"

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You find Quara willing to gamble with you.

"Alright you little squat. Game's Rusty Knuckles. We each throw 6 dice. We choose 2 to reroll. If we match numbers those dice are taken off. Gambler showing the highest total dice at the end wins. How much you in for?"

"Huh, never played Rusty Knuckles before but I'll kick in 50 gold to the pot. You probably heard of our run-in with them elves. What have you been up to to get money burning your pockets?"

1d6 ⇒ 4

She grumbles, scoops up the 1's and let's them fly.

1d6 ⇒ 3
1d6 ⇒ 4

"4, 2, 6, 4, 3, 4."

She plops the dice in your hand. "You're up."

After an exhausting journey Nikolai relishes a warm bed and the tavern atmosphere of the Drunken Horse. After a week or so of drinking his money he starts to get a little anxious. The heavy snowfall is giving him a mild case of cabin fever. He'll challenge other patrons to cards or dice or even chess. He has found in the past that the different games attract different sorts of adversaries. Dice players are more reckless. Card players like to think they are in control (but they seem to lose more when using Nikolai's deck). Chess players tend to be rare in his haunts, and they seem to be the most careful, but the nature of the game leads to longer conversations. All of them are useful to chat up to see what they let slip into the rumor mill.[/i]

You find Quara willing to gamble with you.

"Alright you little squat. Game's Rusty Knuckles. We each throw 6 dice. We choose 2 to reroll. If we match numbers those dice are taken off. Gambler showing the highest total dice at the end wins. How much you in for?"

Days 2 and 3 Training Sessions

"What a waste of time. I'll go practice on my own. You look out for number 1 in battle. If everyone watches their own ass and kills what's in front of them, the battle's over. This brotherhood nonsense makes me feel like in a damn temple."

Thravum glances around, appearing slightly nervous and glancing at the rack of blunted duelling weapons. Appearing to draw on some inne+4..

Intimidate : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

If this beats your level+wisdom modifer+any bonuses vs fear, you get a minus 2 to all your rolls for the next round.

Thravum glances around, appearing slightly nervous and glancing at the rack of blunted duelling weapons. Appearing to draw on some inner resolve, he strides into the ring, ducking under the rope (barely).

Raising his fists, he gives the impression that he's giving Quara a chance to change her mind about surrendering the initiative. He appears uncomfortable with "boxing".

When she (presumably) declines to strike first, Thravum steps in and reaches up to deliver a blow to her chin [dice=attack]1d20+6;1d1+4..

Quara slyly slips your punch, but as she weaves around your punch with her hands down, a last minute adjustment you make catches her as she slams jaw first into your ham-fist. She's slightly dazed, spits out a took and a dark trickle bubbles from the corner of her mouth.

She smiles and pulls a large punching dagger from a scabbard at her thigh. With a flick of the wrist, two other blades sping out from the center blade and she stands in a wide stance.

She looks up at you with a mouthful of blood.

"Choose your weapon old man."

Thravum nods silently with approval as Oleksandr's fire strikes the... is several plain steel rings.

"If anyone wants to step into the sparring ring I can show you what I can do... Maybe the girl can heal their bruises afterwards"

A tall and wiry female leans out of a tent with a wry smile and a slurred casual speech.

"Time for a show, eh? When's the last time you got a tooth knocked out new fish?"

She hops over the fencing to the sparring ring behind Samuel and slides a shiny pair of studded brass knuckles onto her thick knuckles.

"Show me what you got, I'll give you the first shot."

She wipes the back of her hand across her cheek and starts shadow boxing.