Re: (Tyche) The Balanced City of Dreams
Tyche stroked his beard looking at the card infront of him. He and the big man were both at 17, a 3, 6, and 8 lay infront of Tyche. Infront of the big man sat a 10, 6, and ace. He had already flipped the the six over, a smart choise. But here was Tyche. He already knew that turning the ten would mean getting an ace, and in a normal game, he would have pulled that crazy stunt for the win. But this wasn't a normal game. What any sain person would do would be to split. A safe gambeler would turn the 6... which he knew he would make him lose from being too low, while turning the 3 mentbusting, but only a fool would do that. The sweat on Tyche brow was not because he was calculating the odds but making the touch choise: Should he win this one and take home another 200 copper (2 full gold coins)... the average sucker's weeks wages. Or lose the game...
And now its time to make my great escape with everyone feeling sorry for me because I only went home with a moderate sum instead of massive amounts.
He flipped the 6 and let out a sigh of defeat as he(and the rest of the table) saw that not a 10 or face card lay there, but a 3... leaving him at 14. Another hit came the face card and he shook his head just imaging the money he lost. He turned to the big man. "Well it was a good game, and I hope your leaveing a richer man, but I think I'll have to bow out now before I lose the rest." If anyone had been keeping strict count that would be 4 gold, 12 silver, and 26 copper pennys and but that was after ales he had bought the table plus tips to the oh so lovely hag but most of that. He head slightly blurred from the several ales he had gone through, but not nearly as much as an average human would. He streached and staggered purposely a bit nodding towards the brown skinned man. "Bit too much I think." He says with a drunken smile.
((Hey if you haven't gotten it currency is:
10 copper -> silver
10 silver -> gold
The gold coins are only about 6 grams (that of a us quater).))