Subject: Money

I just realized that everyones money did not get moved over when Mike made the switch on Sakeriver.

Since I have not kept a huge running total of how much every one has, unless you let me know you had a large sum of money, everyone will have 500 gp.

This will mainly be in gems of 100 gp value or so, with 50 or so gp in actual coins, mainly silver and gold.

I am not including any 100 pg pearls the party had for the identify spell.

Subject: Mund and Ally

The four groups head out on their respective missions. Mund can barely control himself "So we get to ask around in bars, huh? Sounds tough" the red haired barbarian says to his brother. Ally laughs at his brother's enthusiasm but cautions him "Just remember that it looks like someone has something to hide and is willing to kill to keep it that way. You concentrate on making friends and I'll do the asking when I think the time is right." Mund shrugs "Sure, what ever you say, as long as I get some more of that dwarven ale. This stuff ain't nothing like the piss water they sell back home. This stuff is smooth." The two walk to the section of the underground city that has the inns and bars. Mund picks one at random, The Hammer and The Anvil.

When they enter the crowd falls silent for a few seconds. Ally starts to worry that the two of them will really stand out, especially since they are each at least a foot taller than the tallest dwarf, but Mund calls out "This round is on me and my brother." Cheers swell up from the dwarves that fill the inn. Mund pulls his brother behind him and strong dwarf hands clap the two on the back as they make their way to an empty table. They sit down and the barkeep bustles up "That'll be 10 gold for the round but I'll throw in your first drinks. What'll you have?" Ally gives the dwarf 10 gold coins

Mund orders a dwarven ale while Ally sticks with wine. The older of the two looks around the bar. The atmosphere seems to have returned to normal: talking, the occasional song from a small group, the smell of roast meat. The barkeep brings their drinks and Mund asks "So any card games of stuff going on? Never been to a dwarf place before and I'ds like to learn some local things. Any ideas?" Mund holds up a gold piece. The barkeep looks at him and nods "Yep. Old Irongrip over there runs a nice Fizbin game." The table the barkeep mentions has about 10 dwarves playing some type of card game. "We've got Orc Eye in one of the back rooms and Elf Twigs over there." Elf twigs looks to be some sort of dart game." Mund nods and gives the barkeep the coin.

Over the next two hours Mund starts to work his way into the games going on. He avoids the Fizbin game and concentrates more on the Elf Twig game and Orc Eye. Orc eye looks to be a mix of jacks and marbles, except that the jacks are made of silver and gold and the marbles are gem stones. Ally keeps track of the money Mund has lost at the games and the money they have spent on booze and food, realizing that they have already spent half of what Mund had. Luckily they had not touched what Ally carried. The mage figures that his money is the back up funds.

Three hours later, when Mund has lost another 100 gold at Orc Eye, he looks at the three dwarves he has been playing against. His mood is still happy go lucky when he proposes something "Hey, you know, I've been loosing all my money to you fellers all night. How about we try something from my part of the world?" One of the dwarves, Gaelheart, gives the human a stare "What type of game have you got in mind?" "Well" Mund replies, "it's a mixture. Part strength, part drinkin. You interested?" Gaelheart looks at his buddies and they nod yes.

"Ok" Mund says "here are the rules. You and me are the main guys. We take turns arm wrestling. The partner of the looser takes a drink. I choose your partner, you choose mine. The first one of those two to pass out, that team looses. Each round we put a gold piece in the pot. The last team standing splits the pot. Sound fair to you?" Gaelheart nods and Mund picks a shorter bearded dwarf standing a few steps away by the name of Cail. "You pick my partner now." The dwarf takes a few seconds to look around, scouring the dwarven crowd. Cail leans in and whispers into Gaelheart's ear. An evil grin crosses the dwarfs face and then he says "The other human, the skinny one next to you."

It takes Ally a few seconds to realize what has happened. He starts to sputter. Mund's voice starts to rise "What? My little brother Ally? I thought you were going to pick a dwarf. Doesn't seem too fair, two dwarves against two humans." Mund keeps going on when Ally realizes what Mund is doing. He is setting Gaelheart up. Mund was stronger than most dwarves and he and Ally had grown up in the Northlands. Hell, up there babies were given ale instead of being nursed. Ally looked like some book worm under his robes, but he knew how to drink. Also, he had been eating while Mund and the other dwarves had been playing. That would help.

OODM: I will write more tomorrow. If Derek or Porter want to do any color fill in they are welcome to

Subject: Money

Kal had less than 500. I should have it written down at home. I'll update the page if I have the actual total.

Subject: Mund and Ally

lol

Subject: Mund and Ally

OOC: I'm at my parent's home for the holidays. I have internet, but can't seem to get the smtp working so I can use thunderbird, so instead I'm stuck using webmail. I'll try and keep up though.

IC: Ally is actually a little surprised at his brother's shrewdness. Ally hadnever heard of a game with these particular rules, and though he was hardly an expert at tavern games, it wouldn't surprise him if Mund made up this game on the spot. What really concerned him was how he and Mund were going to get some useful information. It's one thing to laugh and slap each other's backs in a drinking game, but a whole other thing to ask their opinion of the recent suspicious death of the former king. Ally needs to be careful in phrasing his questions without arousing suspicion but still getting useful information. Plus he will likely get VERY drunk over the next few hours which wouldn't exactly sharpen his thinking.

After a few rounds when everyone is relaxed a bit and hopefully before he loses his faculties too much, Allistair will play the 'clueless foreigner' and innocently ask what happened to King Dar. He won't press very far with further questions unless it looks like one of the Dwarves really want to talk about it.