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Gambling at the Blacksmith's Arms

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Postby Yanahalqah » Mon Jul 11, 2016 10:08 am

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Blacksmith’s Arms


It was a dimly lit tavern, illuminated by a small fire burning in the hearth and the several candles scattered over the many tables the establishment was rich. Animal furs provided the seats with an extra bit of softness and comfort. One could call it a cozy place, if not for the patrons present in the pub. Roughnecks and shady types they were, or seemed to be, getting drunk on ale, and hoping to win at cards or dice. No decent-looking man or woman could be seen inside the Blacksmith’s Arms, Yanahalqah included. Her Rayna form was able to blend in rather well, her ordinary clothes –which weren’t very womanly- and eyepatch aiding in her fitting in. Yes, she lacked the more rough approach, speech and looks of the other patrons, but she made up for it with her expression. As always, her face seemed to be stuck displaying a bad mood, but for the occasion she did make an effort to smile every so often during conversations. A smile that never really reached her eyes, giving it some sort of villainous look. Whether or not it was intentional was up for debate.

Yana had come here to grant herself some pleasure and distraction, having decided the night was right for some gambling. However, she wasn’t certain yet if she’d play herself or not; after all, she found watching just as appealing. It allowed her to take notes more easily. Here though, she wasn’t quite sure if it was a good idea to whip out the pencil and book and start noting things down. Usually, unless there was nothing else to do, she refrained from taking notes in public as Rayna, reserving it for Saeri. Her memory was trained and able to remember just about anything she deemed interesting and important, but the results of card- or dice games weren’t easily recalled. Thus, she would take notes, at least, if she could. She wasn’t too sure whether the roughnecks would appreciate it, and a truthful explanation would not help matters along, she felt.

However, taking minor risks was part of the work, and after a moment of hesitation she did pull out both her notebook and writing utensil. If things went south she still could unsheathe her sword, defending herself for a brief period of time while she made her escape. That was but a worst case scenario though. For now that was not something she should assume would happen, it could, but that was it.

She moved to a table where a group of five were playing dice, a small crowd having gathered around to watch. They were there to laugh at the losers and cheer for the winner, and also to place bets on who they thought would win the whole game. Yana mingled with them, searching for a spot that gave her a good view of the game. All were taken however, and she had to satisfy herself with just listening to the bids, moans and triumphant yells coming from the table. The five were, according to the sound of their voices, three men and two women. The former were labeled ‘Man A, B, and C’ in her notes, while the latter were ‘Woman A and B’. Apparently, they were playing Liar’s Dice, and Woman A was winning big time, calling out bluffs successfully time and time again, letting everyone know it was her ‘woman’s intuition’ at work. However, when she failed a couple times in a row and it seemed the other players were banding against her, she grew quiet, put in her place. Yana eagerly noted down the progression of the rounds, as well as the outcome, creating a neat and organized table that held her observations.

In the end, Man C won the game, having refrained from saying anything to taunt his opponents or calling out a bluffing player so many times it grew annoying. Instead, he had been called out for bluffing multiple times, but almost each and every time, those claims had proven false. After the game however, he sneered and mocked his former opponents, flaunted his winnings, and left the table, opening up a spot for someone from the crowd to join if they were willing. Both women left as well, disgruntled from losing. “Alrighty then,” Man A spoke to the crowd, “we have three empty seats! Any of you who feel like losing some nel can come and join us!” For a man who’d just lost the game himself, he sure spoke haughty, but it didn’t matter that much. It was a challenge to the audience, one that some people wouldn’t leave hanging. Yana managed to squeeze herself into the front row, and asked for the minimum bet. Depending on that she might just try her hand at the game as well.
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The Die Is Cast

Postby Yanahalqah » Thu Aug 04, 2016 8:38 am

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“Minimum bet is five gold nel,” the Man A said, “you gonna join missy?”
Yana considered for a moment. She didn't have a lot of money at the moment, though thanks to the couple of jobs she'd done lately, she did have more than when she'd first arrived. She could spare five nel, she supposed, and perhaps she might win too, netting her some extra cash Though it was unlikely. A one in five chance, she knew, seeing two other people taking place at the table. Twenty percent wasn't too bad actually. Not optimal, but not terrible either. “I'm in,” she declared, shoving the chair back, sitting herself down at the gambler's table.

“That's what I like to hear!” Man A bellowed, clapping his hands and taking a swig of his ale. He and the rest fished five gold nels out of their coin pouch, and Yana mimicked them, slapping five coins on the table. “Everyone has placed their bets?” Man A, the de facto gamemaster, glanced around the table slowly, counting the money with his eyes. Satisfied, he took another swig of his beer and wiped the foam from his beard. “Alrighty then, lets begin!” He grabbed the cup with dice in front of him, and started shaking it rigorously, almost as if he was mixing a delicious cocktail. Yana and the rest of the gamblers reached for their own cups which stood in front of them, and started shaking the dice as well. All until Man A stopped, slamming his cup upside down onto the table, the rest following suit. They shook the cup back and forth a couple times still, to make sure no dice were lying on top of each other, or leaned against the side of the cup, not having landed on one of their faces.

Like he had done the whole time, Man A started, tilting his cup slightly to look at his dice. His eyes darted to his left and right once, gave a toothy grin. The rest looked at their own dice as well, and so did Yana. She had two fives, a three, a one, and a four. “Six fives,” Man A confidently declared. Six fives. Yana had two, and likely Man A had two as well. Because, if he had two, it was likely that the other four gambler each had a five as well. Of course, that was not a solid fact, each gambler had a one-in-six chance in throwing a five. But, there was a chance that they didn't have a five as well. After all, each player only had five dice, and even if they all landed on a different face, one face would not be displayed. Actually, there was a higher chance of doubles being present, so there was an equally higher chance of there being more than six fives, but also an equal chance that there were less, if other faces had been given doubles. Still, claiming that six out of twenty-five dice were fives was not such an outrageous claim. It was very much possible.

Yana decided to ride along on his wager, adding two more fives when Man A's turn passed on to her. The man to her right seemed to consider her words, but only nodded and raised the bid himself. “Eleven twos,” he stated, rolling the tip of his mustache between his fingers. The next player called out his bluff almost immediately, causing everyone to lift their cups and reveal their dice. Man A had two twos, Man B -the man to Yana's right- had four of them. Yana herself had none and so had Man C, the one who'd called out the bluff. Lastly, Man D, a Biqaj with a shaved head, had one two. With only seven twos in the game, Man B had been lying indeed, and was forced to discard one die, which Man C smugly grinned about.

Then, everyone gathered their dice and shook the cups once more, slamming them upside down onto the table again. “Round two!” Man A announced with the cheer of the intoxicated, ordering a fresh mug with a hand gesture while draining the last gulps from his current one. “Your turn to start, missy! Show us you've got some balls!”
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The Die Is Cast

Postby Yanahalqah » Mon Aug 08, 2016 4:43 pm

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Yana glanced up from the dice under her cup. “I somehow doubt you'd like to see me with balls,” she remarked, to which Man A bellowed in laughter -apparently he'd drunk more than she'd thought if he was able to laugh with that- “But I see what you mean.” She turned her head to the gambler to her right and looked him in the eyes, her head tilted slightly as she spoke her wager with confidence. “Twelve sixes.” Man B frowned,rolling the tip of his mustache between thumb and index finger, considering the redhead's words. It was common sense to assume that everyone at the table had one die with a certain value, but it was far less common for everyone to have the exact same two.

But, Man B pondered, she had seemed awfully certain of herself. A bluff, obviously. She was lying, no doubt about it. The chance of there being more than ten of the same face was small, but it wasn't impossible. It wasn't too outrageous of a claim per se, but still his intent had been to call her bluff and have the cups be raised. However, the way she'd intensely stared him in the eye had unnerved him. It made him doubt his own judgment. Why had she done that? To confuse him, that was certain. She was playing mind games with him. He just knew it. But what was her plan? Was it to have him bid higher, or to have him call her a liar? He bit his thumb while nerves wrecked his body and clouded his mind with doubt.

Once again he glanced at his own dice, the four sixes daring him to call her out. He'd thought luck had finally taken his side now, after losing game after game, but it seemed it had abandoned him altogether. It was a trap. He should have called her bluff, but his dice didn't let him. Four sixes in one cup were rare, but that didn't mean there weren't any other sixes in the game. It was entirely possible the others each had a pair of sixes. No, it was likely the redhead had a fair amount of sixes herself, hence the wager. Or did she? He didn't dare to call the woman's bluff, but he didn't dare to bid higher either. If he did that he would really be tempting fate, and the man next to him would gladly call him a liar and diminish the amount of dice he had from four to three. But with his luck, if he'd call the redhead a liar, the dice would betray him, revealing at least twelve sixes, and his dice would be reduced to three.

The prospect made his mind quite clear though, as he realized he really didn't have anything to lose. “You're a liar,” he finally stated, defeat clear in his voice. His hands trembled as all of them revealed their throws. Much to his surprise, there were only seven dice on the table, and the woman had none. She smiled at him politely when he gave her a less than friendly glare, and she discarded one of her dice. Man B rejoiced. Fate had come to his aid! His luck had turned! He could win this!

“Well, a shame it didn't work out,” the gamemaster said, “but that was pretty ballsy missy! I like you!” He roared in laughter again, draining his mug of ale and ordered yet another. In fact, he ordered two. And then he announced that Man B was to start this time, but that he didn't expect anything gutsy from him. And then he laughed again, of course. But Man B had other plans, with all cups back on the table and dice shaken, he was confident in his new luck.

“Eleven ones,” he said, having three of them in his cup. He was sure of it, he'd win now! But Man B's confidence was betrayed, as Man C pushed his spectacles higher onto the bridge of his nose and declared the bid to be on point. Once more the dice were revealed, and Man C's confidence turned into despair. There were exactly eleven dice on the table. All players but Man C discarded one of their dice each, the total dice dwindling to nineteen. Man A announced in his bellowing laugh that that was even ballsier than Yana's wager, and offered Man C his second mug of ale, but the bespectacled man refused.

“Alcohol addles the mind,” he said, “and I need mine to be sharp to kick your asses.” Needless to say he was planning on winning the game, and this was a declaration of war. Despite this, Man A only laughed, shrugged, and drained the mug himself. The pace of his drinking had only increased since the start of the game, and Yana wondered if he'd be able to see it through until the end without passing out or needing a break to empty his stomach via the mouth in an alley.
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Postby Yanahalqah » Mon Aug 22, 2016 11:34 am

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In the end though, Man C still won, and though efforts had been made to prevent it, neither of the other players had managed to beat him. The final round, which featured the bald Biqaj and the bespectacled Man C, had not taken long. Still, The Biqaj, Man D, had succeeded in diminishing his opponent’s dice by one before kicking the bucket himself. No-one was particularly happy when the bespectacled man gave a slight smirk, gathered his winnings, and left the Blacksmith Arms. Despite his many losses this evening, Man A still broke into a bellowing laugh, slamming his hands on the table and ordering ale for himself and the other losers of the game. “What yer writing missy?” he questioned, as he shoved the mug towards Yana, who was franticly writing in her journal. Though she wrote fast, her handwriting was clean and readable, though it looked rigid and stiff.

“I’m taking notes,” she replied briefly, not even looking up from the pages, constructing a table that showed which players had lost a die in which round. As she had not been taking notes while playing, Yana had no way of remembering what claims had been made, or what the actual faces of the dice displayed when revealed, thus she figured this would have to do.

“’My Diary’,” the Biqaj read, as Yana closed the journal and placed it back into a pocket of her cloak. The bald man raised an eyebrow. “You’re still keeping diaries? Aren’t you a little… you know, too old for that?” His tone was hesitant, and while all leftover players had their eyes on her expectantly, they were careful not to look mockingly. Perhaps because they had seen the weapons at her hip, and because they did not know how she would react.

Yana shrugged and took a sip of her ale, wiping the foam from her lips with the back of her hand. “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” she said, “the cover might say one thing, but the contents say another. It’s a log.”
“A log is just a fancy word for diary, missy,” Man A laughed, part of his beard wet from spilled ale.

“I think she means like a ship’s log,” Man B chimed in, not having spoken much since having been eliminated from the game. Yana nodded in agreement. That was pretty much what her journal was. “So you make a log of… gambling?”

She nodded again, adding: “Gambling, people, animals… sometimes plants or locations that I think are worth remembering.” She set her mug to her lips and poured some of the beverage down her throat. “Mostly for future reference.”

“And the gambling?” the Biqaj asked, his chin supported by a hand. His eyes showed interest. Yana kept her silence for a couple trills, considering whether or not she wanted to speak of her journal any more.

“To catch cheaters.” It was not a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either. The use of the journal to be able to spot cheaters had come to her a couple arcs ago as a coincidence, when she’d thought it suspicious a certain player in a game of cards had been extremely lucky according to her notes. And indeed, it did not take long before she’d found a pattern in the results. As it turned out later, he’d shifted the odds in his favor with some sleight of hand and a deck of extra cards.

“Do you think our bespectacled friend might have been cheating?” Man B asked, sounding hopeful. But Yana shook her head. Her data was not detailed enough to make such assumptions, but the elimination of dice had happened rather steadily. Everyone had had about the same amount of dice throughout the game. But it could be he was just that good.

The conversation then quickly shifted, favoring more common subjects such as what everyone’s occupations were, and what they thought of the rebellion. The Biqaj, traveling merchant by trade, wished to be out on the sea again before war broke out, which he said would surely come. The bearded Man A was a mercenary, and believed that perhaps there might be some coin to earn with the rebellion, and Yana had to agree. The both of them were not from Rynmere originally, and in true sellsword fashion, they both claimed to have no preference for who was to hire them. Coin was their master, and coin was their god. Or so Man A laughed, then in all seriousness stating that the only ones benefitting from the rebellion and possible war that would follow would be the third parties with business that thrived on it. Which included himself, of course.

Man B was a cobbler, and he was not quite amused by the statements uttered by the not-so-sober bearded merc. He left quickly after finishing his ale, face displaying worry and a certain amount of disgust. The Biqaj was not so affected by the words spoken, but he needed to rise early on the morrow, he said, and thus he could not stay much longer. Yana, not really planning on staying with a drunken mercenary, excused herself as well, claiming she had a contract to fulfill the next day. As such, she had to leave, sadly. But, they would see each other around for sure, as the world was small, and Rynmere even more so. Not to mention that in the mercenary business people were sure to run into each other more times than they cared for.
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The Die Is Cast

Postby Kingdom » Sun Aug 28, 2016 11:14 pm

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Knowledge:
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Location: The Blacksmith Arms
Gambling: Watch and learn
Gambling: Learn the game, beat the odds
Gambling: Calling a bluff
Gambling: You win some, you lose some
Gambling: never drink and gamble
Investigation: The importance of note taking

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Injuries: n/a
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Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 0/5
Structure: 5/5

Comment: No issues here, let me know if you have any questions or concerns. Gave what I could see for gambling. Enjoy.

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