<div class="floatright">(https://imgur.com/D7Ukj2C.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Fugue Eventide (https://elliquiy.com/wiki/Delvers_Company_Characters#Fugue_Eventide)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Chainmail Armor, semi-transparent panties, firm oak "backpack"<br/>HP: 23/23    XP: 0/8<br/><hr/><br/><em>Fugue, heavily burdoned with an overwhelming haul of coins, jewels, semi-precious metals, and other assorted treasures and trinkets (800 gp worth!)<br/><br/>Finally reaching the ship, she all but stumbles over her own feet as she drops the haul with the rest of the bedazzling trinkets splashed across the deck and, panting visibly, takes in the scene around her.  First, the Luck-Cleric looks for Len, intending to praise her for her endurance, but she quickly confirms that the blue-haired beauty is no where to be seen.  What she DOES see, however, is a throng of lizard people surrounding Abigail and some sort of talk of payment.<br/><br/>Her eyes narrow, and even as the croc-leers begin to fixate in her direction, she raises both her hands, digits flexed outward, in a warding gesture.</em>"Oy Oy Oy!  Hang on a fix now!  I done already had my gummers dampened back there in the fight, right right?  Yah can't go and expect to get paid twice o' the same currency now..."<br/><br/><em>She trails off, her mouth suddenly going into a half-frown of consideration, and her gauntleted right hand raps out a cadence on one of the bannisters circling the deck as she considers</em>"Although... hrmmm... perhaps this is a right calling to coix, ya?  YA!  Very well then, here be it sits... yah sorry scaley lot done used up yer freebee out in the battlefield when ya dun splooged all down my chin and chest, right?  But Lumin be saying even the sorry dog does have his day he do, and so another chance be coming your way, a-fore chance be in all things innit?"<br/><br/><em>She nods, answering her own babbling, even while she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of gleaming, ivory dice.</em>"So here's the game... you pricks with pricks... and any eager beavers too... you sit down and dice off wit me... winner takes all."<em>She hesitates, letting her hand slowly glide down her body, rough fingers passing over the swell of her armor, pressing into her hip line and then letting her fingers dance down below the crimson folds of her split-dress, leaving no doubt what "all" refers to.</em><br/><br/>"Three rules, says I.  Number one - 'tis this evening only... no trying to keep me as a pump-wench ongoing, right?  Number two - Gotta stay on board the ship.  Number three - No long-term injuries, including theft.  Beyond that?  Have at ya... Lumin does say that she, like fate, is a fickle mistress, and those that do get crushed against fate's own wheel are but the toys of those beneath 'er favor, right?"<br/><br/><em>She smiles a bit, tossing the dice into the air and catching them.</em>"Oh... and I guess rull four.  Only one winner.  So who's in?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry for the delay all!<br/><br/>So, for Fugue's dice game, anyone interested in having a Fugue fuck-toy for the evening, roll Dex or Cha (whichever is higher), unless there is a better thing to roll in which case I bet Nasty will correct me ^_^</div></div>