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[Aigre Excalibur]

Urist was down on his luck. He had never really done a hard day's work before, no thanks to some negligent overseer treating the children in his old fort as surplus population. He got by pretending to be useful, sometimes randomly seizing craftdwarf's workshops to tinker away, and thereby giving himself some form of training in basic dwarfy skills. One day someone dug too deep, and his home was overrun by violence and madness while he was outside frolicking with the fisherdwarf's daughter. Urist lost his home in one fell swoop of fate.

Urist became an outcast. An immigrant. The kind of dwarf that might beg entry into other fortresses only to be used as live sacrifices to demented gods. Not wanting to take his chances with dubious immigration policies and the whims of pathological overseers, Urist traversed the wilderness, with his new wife and baby dwarf in tow, to a large human town, where surely they would be civilized.

Urist does not enter unarmed though. Besides the clothes on his back he has in his pockets a set of magick dice, mastercrafted in a fit of childhood obsession from the bones of a marble titan. It is studded with rare cymophane, and images of bearded dwarf women striking lewd poses are etched on each face. He feels the power emanating from them as he crosses the threshold into the town. Leaving his family in a more decent part of town, he heads towards a row of shady pubs and alleys to do what he feels he was born to do.

Inventory:
Raggerdy clothes: dwarvern shirt, trousers, thongs and socks with threadbare cotton fibre. Worn out cotton fibre shoes.
A set of magick masterwork dice. There seem to be as many of them as there needs to be.

Skills:
General Dwarfiness

Status:
Suffering from an acute lack of alcohol. He hasn't had a drink for months.
He also hasn't changed his socks and underwear for a similar length of time, and smells like it too.

[NJW2000]

Enter a tavern. If there are any goblins, start talking about how bad elves are to them. Make sure they talk louder, if the discussion continues and there are elves in the room.

Lets make some friends and start a barfight.

[tntey]

First off, buy a pint of good ole booze. Then challenge someone to a game of dwarfy dice

[Aigre Excalibur]

Urist walks into a what looks like the cheapest and shadiest of all the bars in the shadiest part of town.

The very shady patrons all give him the stare of appraisal as he walks in. No goblins and elves around, but some of the humans are almost certainly hybrids. A lithe green-skinned elf-nymph is making salacious offers to a table of pirates. A half-goblin is is mopping the floor with a dejected look on its fate. There are a number of hooded patrons in the corners trying to keep to themselves and look inconspicuous. But there are a fair share of bums and drunkards here for the cheap ale.

Urist has no money, so he must get about to winning something before he can get his booze. He makes his way to the table of pirates, who look like they might be the gambling sort.

How should Urist set this up?

[tntey]

Alright we're gonna play some dwarfy dice! Here are the rules

Choose a number

Roll 2 dice to get that number

If you get the number, you can keep on playing!

If you loose, pay up.

If you win four times in a row, you get money!
Profit

[Aigre Excalibur]

Urist clutches a jeweled masterwork die in his hand and holds it before the men. "I'm luckier than you." He proclaims with what looks like faith in his eyes. The men laugh at him scornfully, but the jeweled die catches their attention, and he feels their desire rise...

( A gambling game must have a real hook, and house edge that is subtle. )

[tntey]

Challenge them to dwarfy dice! Always choose our number to be 6. Also tell them the luckiest numbers and 7 and 11

[NJW2000]

Firstly, tell them they can keep the dice if they win. Tell them they have to flip coins: every time they come up tails, you get the coin, every time you roll snake eyes, they get a eleven whole coins: one for every number you might roll. Gold coins only, of course.

[Aigre Excalibur]

"Yours if you win. Gold coins only." Gold is too much in a place like this. But the spell of the dice has them, and they each produce a coin. Each one is probably worth an entire trip's earnings. The sight and sound of such a sum of money has the attention of the entire pub. But most of them wouldn't be carrying gold currency. Silver and bronze are the medium of exchange for the common folk.

"Flip the coin to play" Urist spreads his hands in invitation. "Heads, I roll the dice, and lose them on snake eyes. Tails, I keep the coin." They murmur in agreement and stare at the dice intently.

There are 4 players, each will play until they have lost their coin, or Urist loses his dice.

The first player flips a tails. Urist takes his coin.

The second player flips a tails. Urist takes his coin too.

The third player flips a heads. Urist rolls a 6 and a 2.

The fourth player flips a tails. Urist takes his coin.

Then the third player flips a heads. Urist rolls a 6 and a 5.

The third player flips a heads again. Urist rolls a 4 and 5.

Then the third player flips a tails. Urist takes his coin.

Swiftly pocketing 4 gold coins while keeping everyone's eyes on the table, Urist backs away shiftily and runs from the establishment before anyone can register what had just transacted.

1 Gold coin exchanges for 100 Silver. 1 Silver exchanges for 25 Bronze. A labourer's wages are around 10 Bronze coins a day. A bronze coin can buy a loaf of bread, a mug of cheap beer or a place to sleep on a dormitory floor.

Urist races down the street with hope in his heart and dreams of what he could do. Perhaps new clothes for himself and his family for starters? He could craft some playing cards, or build gambling machines. The possibilities seem endless now that he has money in his pocket.

Inventory:
Raggerdy clothes
A set of magick masterwork dice. There seem to be as many of them as there needs to be.

4 Gold Coins, worth about 400 silver or 10000 bronze.

Skills:
General Dwarfiness

Status:
Suffering from an acute lack of alcohol. He hasn't had a drink for months.
He also hasn't changed his socks and underwear for a similar length of time, and smells like it too.

[tntey]

Get some change

[Aigre Excalibur]

Get some change

( He can't just walk up to the bankers and present gold coins while wearing rags. He has to get creative even with changing the coins. )

[tntey]

Go to a store. Ask what the price for a block of cheese . Buy the cheese with a coin. Use our cheese for gambling purposes. Pocket the change.

[NJW2000]

No. A block of soap. We can make mechanisms for the gambling machines from this. Or rather, our wife-and-child two dwarf sweatshop can, while we earn more money.

Actually, do pick up some Dwarven purring maggot cheese, if there is any.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Go to a store. Ask what the price for a block of cheese . Buy the cheese with a coin. Use our cheese for gambling purposes. Pocket the change.

( There is cheese and there is cheese. The mass produced rations you find stockpiled in fortresses transact at 5 to 20 bronze coins per wheel. With gold however, he would have to get some of the most expensive cheese in the world. Like imported Pule cheese, or Gold Stilton. Of course the shopkeeper might chase him away based on how he looks and smells. )

[Ghazkull]

Be sensible for the moment.

Go to a tailor a good one and buy a fresh set of clothes. Decent ones not to expensive, worth 10 silver. Pay the tailor 20 silver if he can exchange the gold coin.

Once we have proper clothes, find a decent home, not too expensive and buy it. Once we have that bring family to home, go buy food, a barrel of ale and a change of decent clothing for the children.