Post by Helion on Jan 16, 2017 15:18:20 GMT
The bumbling dolt had traversed miles of treacherous terrain to play this game. Hoping in it something to gain. It had been many years since he had come to the capitol, now that he was back he was not impressed. Bandits and brigands ruled the whole lot. It made Helion weep for the days he was still court jester. He approached the pub entrance and an angry gnome shoved past him. “Well aren't you in a lather!” He called after the peasant cheerfully. He accented his words with a thrust from his enormous codpiece, to which the gnome answered with a sordid finger. “How rude,”
The Jester shrugged and turned back to the entrance. He went in with nary a care and was immediately greeted by the fine smell of tabacc. A hundred royal tapestries lined the walls. The tables seemed carved by the builders themselves and Helion thought he recognised the chandelier from the princesses room. He appproached the table with a skeleton standing guard and watched as an enormous bird pawed in all the winnings. A man was offering to shuffle and the Jester sought to intervene.
He would whack the man's hand with his puppet (A head on a stick really) and take the cards from him. The Jester sat down at the table. “Watch closely, he's got tricky fingers,” Shrilled the puppet. “Do not!” The joker said furiously as he shoved the puppet stick in his waistband. The fool cracked his knuckles, popped his neck and rolled his eyes. He took the cards then bridged and shuffled them. He cut the deck and placed one card on top.
“Whom shall start the bidding?” He asked mischievously
The Jester shrugged and turned back to the entrance. He went in with nary a care and was immediately greeted by the fine smell of tabacc. A hundred royal tapestries lined the walls. The tables seemed carved by the builders themselves and Helion thought he recognised the chandelier from the princesses room. He appproached the table with a skeleton standing guard and watched as an enormous bird pawed in all the winnings. A man was offering to shuffle and the Jester sought to intervene.
He would whack the man's hand with his puppet (A head on a stick really) and take the cards from him. The Jester sat down at the table. “Watch closely, he's got tricky fingers,” Shrilled the puppet. “Do not!” The joker said furiously as he shoved the puppet stick in his waistband. The fool cracked his knuckles, popped his neck and rolled his eyes. He took the cards then bridged and shuffled them. He cut the deck and placed one card on top.
“Whom shall start the bidding?” He asked mischievously
