It’s as if you disappear. The Game master looks for you for the allotted time within the boundaries and even looks some extra, but cant find you at all.
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Bastargre fishes around in his pocket to check for more coin ((how much does he have?)). He offers the payment and prepares to hide again.
@discobot roll 1d20
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“Oi! I thought you were going to hide. I can see your legs and hands behind the banner there.”
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Bastargre curses out loud this time in frustration. Unfair! Unfair! Bastargre is never found so easily! Fine, let the man take some other people’s money. At least there is free food. He storms off back to the food stands, takes something to eat, and loads a fair bit extra into his pack to feel better, before attempting to climb onto a roof to watch other people get ripped off.
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The dwarf scoffs at the pious preists and their shaved pates. “Ach, of course not! Ale!!! Bring me ale, lads! I come to pay my respects to Father Tobyn and to consecrate the new cathedral with strong drink. The good Father and I shared many tankards in our youth. Though our paths lead much different ways. I would never have guessed that I would outlive him.”
Moritus wields the massive wooden mallet and grins as the nostalgia fades. He gestures to the game master and tells him to get a prize ready. He spits on his grimy hands and raise it over his head, his focus intent on the target of the High Striker game in front of him.
@discobot roll 1d20
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I rolled a 6???
Dwarf +1 strength
Paladin +3 strength
The striker goes maybe a third of the way up.
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Try asking discobot to roll 1d20 (1 20 sided die)
Oh wait. Should I have used discobot? I used internet’s.
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Gnamien listens & observes intently from his hiding place. He takes in what he sees and hears, attentive to what is happening around him.
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Lol. No problem! Discobot makes it easy since anyone could just say that they rolled 20.
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Make a climb check. Roll 1d20.
“This blasted game is rigged!” Tossing the hammer aside, Moritus trudges angrily towards the smells wafting from the feast area. Tossing some coins at the game master and brusquely pushing aside the cackling onlookers.
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You’re able to slowly scale to the top of the building and sit watching the festival. You notice that there are quite a few other people sitting on rooftops watching.
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Bastargre pulls out the sweetest, heaviest pastry he can find and does his best to forget what has happened and appreciate the moment. He sees he’s far from the only one seeking refuge on the rooftops, one perhaps even looking his way, though it was hard to tell at this distance. Not feeling very social yet but not wanting to be rude, he forces a smile and a small wave to acknowledge them in case they were looking at him, and starts into his pastry, watching some of the games below.
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At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child whom she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagon’s cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna—a furious storm of swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd.
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