Gygax's Tavern and Mutton Grille

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Who would have that the Mutton Grille was still open? After the last group of adventurers almost did not make it out alive, who would have known that good ol' Gary could still find customers. But there it was, with the same old giant tables, large circular endowed serving wenches, and men sitting around smelling of grease with more mass in their arms than in their heads. The large room peppered every once in a while by a flying battle axe or a discovered pick-pocket (and those two usually meet rather violently).

Such a wondrous nostalgic place for all the adventurers to congregate and rest from the trials, where they are all found 'Between Adventures'

OOC: Feel free to use the Tavern as a meeting place or resting place for your adventurers, not to mention a place for old friends to become new enemies!

Gary Gygax's Tavern and Mutton Grille

Lots of Tavern and Mutton (4)
Filled to the brim with all sorts of NPC's (3)
Conversations usually go Violent (2)
Reliable news of Dungeoning (1)
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Gary, the old keeper, looked about, seeing the same old faces and weapons. No one deadlier or more devious than the other. A shame, it would be wondrous to have some fresh meat for the Tavern, pick up sales, sell some more ale or mutton, or even some resurrection spells.

That would be particularly nice.
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Eva
A whip of an Elvish woman, dusty from the road, her dredlocks tied back from her face, sits playing cards with a scad of regulars. She sips fortified plum wine between ribald jokes and sideways smiles at the red-headed serving girl with the freckles.

[Sleight of Hand Artist to cheat at cards: 4d6 => [3, 4, 4, 2] = 13 ]
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
4d6 => [3, 4, 4, 2] = 13
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After the patrons gawked at the strange adventurer, astonished that someone new would actually walk into the Tavern, a large greasy man (relatively for surely there was an orc somewhere in that family line) moved to play the Elvish woman...

[Filled to the brim with all sorts of NPC's 3d6 => [2, 2, 2] = 6

OOC: I consider Eva 'attacking'
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
3d6 => [2, 2, 2] = 6
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OOC: Evan you have one the round with the single highest die Per the House rules. Eva, since you won, and I reward that, feel free to fill the Tavern with a bit more than what I write below.

The crowds suddenly realizing that the elves count much easier than anyone who may have orc in their ancestry begin to shift the betting, Gary in the background, intent with sweeping the top of the bar with a short broom constructed with the remains of a mutton bone.
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The tension in the tavern felt as if on the breaking point, only the smell of Mutton interfered with the senses of those about. The card-game so intense in it its infinite possibilities, its uncounted randomness, seemed to permeate into the psyche of those about

Roll cliches (appropriate or defendable inapp) against

Lots of Tavern and Mutton 4d6 => [6, 5, 2, 2] = 15
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
4d6 => [6, 5, 2, 2] = 15
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Eva
"So what's fun around here aside from five-stud and Missy, the blacksmith's daughter?"

Jokes about women making love kept the other players laughing and day-dreaming, and the coins coming her way. The big guy, though, he could be trouble. Too dumb to get the innuendo meant plenty dumb to try something stupid.

A crowd had started to form around the table, to hear the new woman's dirty jokes ("An here I thought elves was allergic to good fun.") as much as to watch her steadily bleed the regulars dry.

And seriously, who was farting like ripe mutton?

(Lipstick Lesbian: 3d6 => [5, 6, 5] = 16 )
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
3d6 => [5, 6, 5] = 16
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SUCCESS!!! The smell of mutton for Eva is too familiar to cause any of the senses to faulter. It must be the lipstick purifying her nasal passages in some way.

The big brawny orc exhales, the mutton crust getting to his more primordial senses and tries to play another hand...

Filled to the brim... 2d6 => [1, 3] = 4

With a grunt he throws out a greasy card, and the others about him groan, thinking the money on him is doomed...
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
2d6 => [1, 3] = 4
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Eva
Eva studies the trashed card, then quirks her mouth to the side and makes a sucking sound with her cheek to cover up an impulsive grin, furrowing her brow. "Well that does put me in a precarious posture, plausibly purloining my purse of its pretty preciousses."

She takes a card, "obviously" stuck, and puts down a low pair before discarding exactly what the brute doesn't need.

Eva glances at the crowd, looking for anyone that sees her pair-trip-quad straight setup or paying that little bit too much attention to her.

(Gotta have a sharp eye when your trade depends on misdirecting the eyes of others.

Sleight-of-Hand Artist: 4d6 => [5, 4, 1, 4] = 14 )
Dice Rolls => Results = Total
4d6 => [5, 4, 1, 4] = 14
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A greybeard in robes sits quietly in one corner of the tavern, his staff propped up against the wall beside him. He is smoking. He doesn't have a pipe or a leafroll, there is just a bit of smoke coming off of him. He is studying a scroll and occasionally looking around at the room, as if waiting for someone.
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Epic!
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