"I happily accept. Unlike Three-Dragon Ante, these bones seem to have a mind of their own."

*speaks directly to woman*

"I would like to offer a different kind of wager. You will still be able to take my coin, should you win it. Should I win, I only ask for information.

Vigg, will you part with a small bit more of your cask? I would like to offer the lady a drink?"

The woman says agreed. She hands you the dice and says, "You may have the first roll. Play shall go to the half elf next."

*rolls a 2, 5, & 5 for a 13*

The half elf picks up the dice and rolls them. He gets a 5, 6 and 1. His total is 12. The woman then picks up the dice. She tosses them onto the table. They come up 4, 1 and 6. Her total is 11. They both then look at the birdman.

*rolls a 4 for 17*


*glances over at Captain Screwdriver Head*

The Half elf rolls another die. He gets a 1 for a total of 13. The woman then picks up the die and rolls she gets a 3 for a total of 17. Play now passes to Qrrur.

OOC: How are you going to influence the die and if it is a spell how do you hide the fact you are casting a spell.

I ask Qrurr to hand me the die for good luck. When the dice are in hand I bestow magic on the die to role a 4. I hand the die back to the bird man. “May your fortune be bold bird man”
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When Vigg returns from the pissoir, the table is empty, but the dragonborn are easy enough to spot on the upper landing. He swings by the main bar on the way up, leans over to the manager he spoke with before, and orders another round. He pays for the drinks in silver, then meaningfully places a gold coin next to them. "A local lass by the name of Tarina is held in high regard by an old friend of mine... I'd be much obliged if she could pay us a visit in a quieter room. P'raps up there?" He gestures to the gaming suite, then stomps up the stairs bearing the tray of brimming clay mugs and a few clean glasses.

Upon entering the gaming room, he sees the scene shaping up and settles in to watch. When Qrurr solicits a drink, he sees the opportunity to create a bit of a scene to provide cover for... well, whatever shenanigans his new or old friends might be up to. "We've killed the cask, m'lad, but I've got a fine barleywine I brewed last season. But be careful... it's a wee cup if you want to win at dice, and a bottle to forget what you've lost." He produces a dark bottle, cracks the wax seal and uncorks it with his teeth, and pours a round in a dramatic fashion. The red-brown brew clings to the glassware like lamp oil and has an aroma of toasted barley, pepper, and plums.

[OoC]: Sorry to fall off the pace... it's been a crazy week. Can Vigg create a diversion to give Qrurr and Screw some Advantage on whatever they're trying to pull off?

[OoC] Captain Screwdriver Head and I spoke IRL and we discussed if he would be able to manipulate the dice either mechanically or magically. I don't really know his character sheet so I'm not sure which approach would work best.

I mean I have a +3 on Sleight of Hand so that could potentially work too if somebody created a trick die.

I also don't know if I'm trying to chat up the right NPC. It could easily be the half elf with the info or neither.

As Vigg gets his drinks the bartender says, "Your Bird friend is already up there playing dice with Tarina."

As the Dwarf enters the gambling area and starts to slosh his wears about there are some scowls and some laughs. The woman Tarina then says,"Are you going to roll the dice or not pretty bird."

OOC: If you want to try to force the die I will give you a sleight of hand check with a set DC you have to beat. I will even give you advantage due to the dwarfs entrance. Or if the gnome actually imbued the die to come out 4 you have nothing to worry about.

Using the distraction I speak with Qrurr quietly “I cannot manipulate the die after all. Do you have a planting win?”

[OoC] Gang. What are your thoughts? I may have a good chance to force the die however I'm not sure what will happen if I'm caught. Maybe tell her that she's far too skillful and we really needed help.

[OoC]I'm neutral on Charism (10) so if there's anybody here that can charm her if my cheatin' fails maybe you can smooth talk her.

"Alright, lad... the dice won't roll themselves," Vigg says as he settles in to a chair. He's seated himself at the gaming table, but hasn't produced any coin, as though he expects the focus to turn from dice to talk at some point.

[OoC]: Any outcome short of getting us all killed or thrown out is fine by me. Maybe just roll 'em, win or lose, and hopefully we dont start this conversation off on the wrong foot.

Are there other gamblers at the table still, or is it just us and Tarina?

The half-elf starts to look around the table and begins to fidget as he sees three dragonborn crowd in and then a drunken dwarf sits at the table. Tarina says, "My good man only proper edict is observed at these gambling tables if you would not mind only sitting once a new round has begun. Now Bird guy roll the dice I feel tension growing here and wish to conclude this game."

Qrurr blinks, grabs the die, and rolls a 1 for a total of 18.

[OoC] I recorded my phone's screen for the die roll. Probably not necessary but, at least, now I know how to do that.

The Half-elf grabs up the die and looks at everyone gathered around the table. He gulps then throws the die. Its comes up a 2 for a total of 15. Tarian then looks around the table looks at her die and shrugs picks up another and tosses it. She rolls a 6 for a total of 23. She looks a bit angered but holds her tongue. "Looks like you get what ever information you are after within reason of course," The woman says.

“Madam is there somewhere quieter we could talk?” I ask Tarina.

The woman looks around. "Well we are at a gambling table in a bar. I am going to say this is as quite as it is going to get around here," she says.

Puzzling the half-elf, Qrurr pushes the pot at him. "It's your lucky day."

Faces Tarina and says, "I am Qrurr of Chult. These are my companions. Captain Zodge has sent us to retrieve information about the *leans in and speaks quietly* Dead Three."

As the group presses in on the woman the half-elf grabs the pot and any other coin he left on the table and disappears. The woman pushes her chair back on two legs then comes back forward again. She takes a swig of her grog then pushes her hat up with her thumb and looks at the group assembled before her. "Sure I have information for you but first you got to do something for me. Word is there are some rather unsavory folk I may or may not have crossed in the past looking for me. They are supposed to be showing up here at the Elfsong tonight. Was going to to give the the slip but with you all here maybes you can help me solve this problem permanently? Then as repayment I could give you the information ye seek." She says this while motioning toward the Dragonborn in particular.

"Well that sounds like a juicy tale!" says Vigg. "Who are these 'unsavories' and how badly did you burn them?" He returns to the table now that the dice have been cleared and pours Tarina another glass of the barleywine. "It'll be harder to run them off with the gates sealed... but maybe you're thinking we dont stop at running them off?"

I turn to the group and say, "This sounds like a reasonable request. And it might be fun! I'm in!"

She says,"I served Captain Murosko Sessprin of the Uncivil Serpent faithfully for months. I made off with the loot they had acquired and now they are mad at me and looking for revenge. They are looking to end me and you can help me stop this threat to my life. In return I will give you what you need."

Vigg frowns. "I'm not one to stand in the path of another man's vengeance, and it sounds like you might deserve what's coming. But if that's what it takes to get Zodge what he needs to protect the innocent of Baldur's Gate, so be it. You say this gang will come here tonight? Well, we've done the drinking and the gaming, so what's left but the fighting!" Vigg takes up a post with a good line of sight to the stairs and puts on a show of dozing with a bottle in one hand, but keeping the other near his hammer.