<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/121/4/a/arduinne_by_dashinvaine-d4y7wxj.jpg) (http://fav.me/d4y7wxj)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arduinne (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=456772)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sandpoint Cathedral square<br/><strong>With:</strong>Misti (open)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>HP 8/8; AC 11, Touch 11, Flat 10; CMD 11; Fort +2, Ref +1, Will +4; Perception +0; Init +1<br/><br/>To Arduinne's embarrassment, the second toss missed the board completely, and she was unable to make a comeback on the third.  Her jaw clenched as she reached for her coin purse again, but was interrupted by a strange woman.  Arduinne turned and gave her a serious look.<br/><br/>"Be my guest," she murmured, standing aside and crossing her arms.  It was something of a relief when the stranger also failed, but it all changed when she paid for another try and went for the farthest target, cleanly sinking the first two shots.  Arduinne remained silent, fingering another coin, and the moment the stranger -- who introduced herself as Misti -- stepped aside, Arduinne promptly set it on the counter, ignoring the introduction and the offer to split the prize.  She knew when she was being insulted.  She picked up another goblin bean-bag and readied for another series of throws, standing at the far end, in front of the most distant target.  She could take or leave the jerky, but she did not like losing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ranged attack rolls, aiming for the most distant target (AC 15):<br/>At 2013-05-14 11:25:26, Arduinne (uid: 25495) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46337)<br/>At 2013-05-14 11:26:53, Arduinne (uid: 25495) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46338)<br/>At 2013-05-14 11:27:14, Arduinne (uid: 25495) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46339)<br/></div></div><br/>After narrowly missing the first throw, she breathed deeply before throwing the second bean-bag, which cleared the hole perfectly and hit the backboard with a satisfying<em>thunk</em>.  She picked up the third, lined up, and tossed it ... only to see it glance off the outside edge of the board.<br/><br/>Arduinne's lips imitated a smile as she raised her hands, like a swordsman who had just been disarmed.  Without another word or glance, she turned and walked away from the stall defeated.  It was just a stupid peasant game, anyway.  Her eyes scanned the area for anything else of interest -- no more throwing contests.  Along the street she spotted one that appeared to be a clothier's, and went over to investigate.