1st Adventure: The Fallout (Archive)

Zeiss
Thirty minutes left before the meeting.
Kolson
I thought the meeting is in the inn itself and we are killing time waiting for him to show. Is that not the case? If it's not, how long will it take us to get where we are going?
K
10 to 15 minutes. I suggest we leave in the next 10.
Zeiss
Blackcliff said to meet Sonlake at his office, and K answered the rest of the question.
Kolson
Thanks fellas. Plenty of time for a drink then. You guys going to answer?
K
Well, i doubt Fedler wants to leave Yen's side right now.
Rory
It was Blackcliff, remember? And I'll take a free drink, sure.

OOC, Zeiss-to-Rory:

One of the attractive women Konrad has spotted is talking to an equally attractive man who doesn't appear armed but is well dressed; the other woman is talking to another woman and two male friends, and they are playing their last round of a dice game.

Konrad gets up and pretends to walk in a direction past the table with the game of dice. Once the dice on the next roll all land, and once the players have counted the sum or shown any reaction to it(bad roll, good roll, etc), he will use telekinesis to lift a die and float it tumbling through the air and into his hand.

"Mind if I join a new game?" he asks, grinning with gambler's moxie.

Are they actually gambling with money, or just having a fun game?

Diplomacy

OOC, Rory-to-Zeiss:

The four friends are just having a bit of fun, and they don't appear to have bet anything at all. Once Konrad does his little trick, one of the two men retorts, "Not sure we could play with someone who can move a dice like that."

One of the women -the one who didn't catch Konrad's attention, puts her hand on her friend's arm and cuts him off. "Nah, let him play," she says with a malicious smile.

He hesitates for a few seconds, but quickly makes up his mind, and adds, "Okay then, but we play for keeps. 10 pieces of gold per round and if anyone cheats, they pay double. You can afford that, right? So, is it a deal? Mister...?"

OOC, Zeiss-to-Rory:

He answers politely, sticking to his foreign Wytrwalish accent in Imperial since initiating the exchange, "I can, but for 5 gold per round - I'd like to make a additional wager. I've had a hard day's ride, and at the moment I want nothing more than a chance to meet and exchange pleasantries and small talk with someone new - someone like you," he explains, looking at the pretty lady and dipping his head toward whom he refers. "Today, tomorrow, sometime before your errand forces you to move on. What do you say? Do you find me bearable enough to put your time on the line for everyone here?"

As he waits on her answer, he wonders if his charm is enough to sway her, or if she truly considers him a fair and adequate burden. Perhaps he will have to offer something for her to personally gain from this gamble. Endless midnight peers directly into itself, pouring through the imaginary portal in the mirror from both sides of illusion and reality inside his bag of holding.

Diplomacy
Deception

The young woman looks away, irked by the red mage's approach. Her disinterest is obvious, and she disregards his proposal with a few words. "Uh, no."

She doesn't appear to know what else she should say, but one of her male companion takes it over from here. He leans on the table, and calmly says, "Why don't you walk away, friend?" He is clearly fuming for some reason, but manages to keep his composure. The three other people at the table appear to consider Konrad an annoyance to avoid, and their friendly demeanor is all but gone. The innkeeper's attention, as well at the other two other patrons sitting at another table, is fixated on the mage.

This had all fallen apart before he even had a chance. He understood why, and he understood, separately, why he was being shooed away. He was getting a few looks now, but he's a showman when he wants to be. And right now, he needs to be. The things he says next, everyone gets to hear.

"Of course. I didn't mean to offend. I'll be on my way."

He rolls the die back onto the table, peeking out of small curiosity at the result, though it is of no importance since he'd need to roll four others to get a hand. He skirts the table to reach the stairs, but before he moves away from it, he answers, "Konrad."

He turns around to see if they heard him. "It's Konrad." And I hope you hear that name over and over in your sleep, because I won't be repeating it next time we meet.

The four of them give him a disinterested look when he says his name, and quickly go back to ignoring him. When Konrad turns back to the stairs, he sees Breeze hovering in front of him with tired eyes.

"Cupcake," she demands.

The innkeeper, who was keeping an eye on Konrad, freezes when the fantastical creature enters his field of vision. His mouth agape, he can only stand there, silent. The remaining patrons haven't noticed her.

"Here you are, one cupcake. What's the situation in there?"

Breeze takes the cupcake with both of her arms, and replies, "Yen is sleeping, the others are talking, and I'm eating."

She proceeds to take a large bite of her cupcake, and slowly ascends the stairs with her prize.