MBCE

Just thought I'd drop you a line. A burglary sounds right up The Ghost's alley. Would you mind if I jumped in? Either as an opposing thief or working together doesn't bother me.

Just thought I'd drop you a line. A burglary sounds right up The Ghost's alley. Would you mind if I jumped in? Either as an opposing thief or working together doesn't bother me.

Just thought I'd drop you a line. A burglary sounds right up The Ghost's alley. Would you mind if I jumped in? Either as an opposing thief or working together doesn't bother me.

Not a problem. I'll roll with it.

Not a problem. I'll roll with it.

Not a problem. I'll roll with it.

Sammy looked up at the finely dressed man standing over his shoulder. The guy didn't seem like one of the planted ssecurity guys in the casino, but this was a new town. They could do things like that, but Sammy mentally shrugged. Lady fortune wouldn't play him like that. 'What the heck, I've got nothing to lose.' Sammy smiled up at Dorian. "Sure. Why not? It's going to be a while for them to get my money together so I might as well enjoy a nice drink." Dorian hear the smooth words come out and knew that this was someone that knew how to lie. As Sammy stood, it gave Dorian a chance to get a better look at the man. Sammy stood about 5'10" with a very plain looka bout him. He wasn't fat but there really wasn't much muscle on him either. His clothes were fairly basic, jeans and a decent shirt, but nothing name brand. In fact, the small black backpack by his side gave Dorian the impreson that he had just arrived in the city. Sammy held out his hand in greeting. "Name's Sammy. Sammy Cosentino. Nice to meet you," he said, never letting his smile fade from his face. Sammy looke Dorian up and down trying to size up the man, but he didn't have the aura of someone in the business. 'Wonder what his interest in me is?' (OOC:Notice; K.Current; K.Technology (1d20+5=10, 1d20+3=16, 1d20+6=13) To find out more about Dorian)

Sammy looked up at the finely dressed man standing over his shoulder. The guy didn't seem like one of the planted ssecurity guys in the casino, but this was a new town. They could do things like that, but Sammy mentally shrugged. Lady fortune wouldn't play him like that. 'What the heck, I've got nothing to lose.' Sammy smiled up at Dorian. "Sure. Why not? It's going to be a while for them to get my money together so I might as well enjoy a nice drink." Dorian hear the smooth words come out and knew that this was someone that knew how to lie. As Sammy stood, it gave Dorian a chance to get a better look at the man. Sammy stood about 5'10" with a very plain looka bout him. He wasn't fat but there really wasn't much muscle on him either. His clothes were fairly basic, jeans and a decent shirt, but nothing name brand. In fact, the small black backpack by his side gave Dorian the impreson that he had just arrived in the city. Sammy held out his hand in greeting. "Name's Sammy. Sammy Cosentino. Nice to meet you," he said, never letting his smile fade from his face. Sammy looke Dorian up and down trying to size up the man, but he didn't have the aura of someone in the business. 'Wonder what his interest in me is?' (OOC:Notice; K.Current; K.Technology (1d20+5=10, 1d20+3=16, 1d20+6=13) To find out more about Dorian)

Sammy looked up at the finely dressed man standing over his shoulder. The guy didn't seem like one of the planted ssecurity guys in the casino, but this was a new town. They could do things like that, but Sammy mentally shrugged. Lady fortune wouldn't play him like that. 'What the heck, I've got nothing to lose.' Sammy smiled up at Dorian. "Sure. Why not? It's going to be a while for them to get my money together so I might as well enjoy a nice drink." Dorian hear the smooth words come out and knew that this was someone that knew how to lie. As Sammy stood, it gave Dorian a chance to get a better look at the man. Sammy stood about 5'10" with a very plain looka bout him. He wasn't fat but there really wasn't much muscle on him either. His clothes were fairly basic, jeans and a decent shirt, but nothing name brand. In fact, the small black backpack by his side gave Dorian the impreson that he had just arrived in the city. Sammy held out his hand in greeting. "Name's Sammy. Sammy Cosentino. Nice to meet you," he said, never letting his smile fade from his face. Sammy looke Dorian up and down trying to size up the man, but he didn't have the aura of someone in the business. 'Wonder what his interest in me is?' (OOC:Notice; K.Current; K.Technology (1d20+5=10, 1d20+3=16, 1d20+6=13) To find out more about Dorian)

Join right in. Atlantis casino. Sammy is playing Craps but gaining a large crowd of people.

Join right in. Atlantis casino. Sammy is playing Craps but gaining a large crowd of people.

Join right in. Atlantis casino. Sammy is playing Craps but gaining a large crowd of people.

"And it's a hard eight. He's a winner again," said the stickman as he collected the dice for inspection again. Sammy smiled as he watched the chips come his way. He hadn't lost a bet yet and most of his bets were of the big payoffs. He had made sure that he rolled only two of three times to keep suspicion off of him but his continued winning streak was drawing quite a crowd. Sammy decided to let the next bet pass him by as he looked about the large casino floor. Standing over by the slot machines, trying not to be obvious staring, was one of the standard issue security guards. Sammy knew their kind and wasn't too worried about him. He was more worried about the reall security in a place like this. The ones that were dressed like other players were the guys that caught people like Sammy. Sammy turned his head and smiled slightly as his eyes landed on a young man at the Blackjack table just opposite of the craps table. The guy was fairly plain but he had sat down right after Sammy won his fourth bet in a row. The guys stack of chips never really changed in height and he seemed to be more interested in the area around him than his cards. Defiantely one of the hidden security guys. "Sir? Are you going to bet?" came the voice of the stickman while looking at Sammy. Sammy blinked and turned his focus on the game again. "Sure. I'll bet one last time. Almost time for me to get going," he said as he looked down at his chips. He had gathered almost thousand dollars in his short time playing. He slowly and deliberately moved it all over to the biggest pay off possible, Aces or Boxcars, a 30 to 1 pay out. The stickman looked at the bet still holding the dice in his hands. "Sir, I unable to let a bet of that size pass without instructions from the manager. If you would kindly wait a moment," he said as he made a gesture over his head. Sammy turned and saw the floor manage approach the craps table. He talked with the stickman for a moment before looking over at Sammy who smiled. The manager nodded his head but took the dice from the stickman. "New dice, and the bet is acceptable. Do you wish to throw?" Sammy continued to smile at the manager but shook his head. "Naw, I don't want you guys to think I was cheating or something. Let someone else roll. Your choice." The small crowd of people gasped slightly at the bold statement. Every person that came to the casino knew never to leave the thrower in the descretion of the house. Here in Boardwalk, there was a good chance that they'd pick one of their fixed shooters to do the roll. If that happened, you were guarenteed to lose your money. The manager nodded his head and looked at the people around the table. "You sir, will do nicely," he said as he handed the dice to the young man from the Blackjack table. While waiting for the manager to approach, he had left his table and joined teh crowd of people. 'So, they're going to try and stiff me, eh?' Sammy thought, his smile never leaving his face. He took a moment to check the area again for the exits and the nearness of other "hidden" security. A small ring was slowly being formed around Sammy and still he didn't think much about it. "Let him roll. I've got no objections." The young man took the dice and rolled them onto the table. They tumbled to the edge and began to bounce back. Sammy could feel the air around him charged with the energy that he could control. One of the dice rolled on a small snag on the velvet cover of the table, the small imperfection was just large enough to spin the die into its counterpart. The collision made the first die land face up on one. The added momentum caused the second die to do two more flips before coming to a rest on a one. Snake eyes for most people, but for Sammy, it was a the big payoff. "I think you owe me thirty large ones," Sammy said without looking away from the manager. The crowd around the table erupted into wild cheers for the daring win.

"And it's a hard eight. He's a winner again," said the stickman as he collected the dice for inspection again. Sammy smiled as he watched the chips come his way. He hadn't lost a bet yet and most of his bets were of the big payoffs. He had made sure that he rolled only two of three times to keep suspicion off of him but his continued winning streak was drawing quite a crowd. Sammy decided to let the next bet pass him by as he looked about the large casino floor. Standing over by the slot machines, trying not to be obvious staring, was one of the standard issue security guards. Sammy knew their kind and wasn't too worried about him. He was more worried about the reall security in a place like this. The ones that were dressed like other players were the guys that caught people like Sammy. Sammy turned his head and smiled slightly as his eyes landed on a young man at the Blackjack table just opposite of the craps table. The guy was fairly plain but he had sat down right after Sammy won his fourth bet in a row. The guys stack of chips never really changed in height and he seemed to be more interested in the area around him than his cards. Defiantely one of the hidden security guys. "Sir? Are you going to bet?" came the voice of the stickman while looking at Sammy. Sammy blinked and turned his focus on the game again. "Sure. I'll bet one last time. Almost time for me to get going," he said as he looked down at his chips. He had gathered almost thousand dollars in his short time playing. He slowly and deliberately moved it all over to the biggest pay off possible, Aces or Boxcars, a 30 to 1 pay out. The stickman looked at the bet still holding the dice in his hands. "Sir, I unable to let a bet of that size pass without instructions from the manager. If you would kindly wait a moment," he said as he made a gesture over his head. Sammy turned and saw the floor manage approach the craps table. He talked with the stickman for a moment before looking over at Sammy who smiled. The manager nodded his head but took the dice from the stickman. "New dice, and the bet is acceptable. Do you wish to throw?" Sammy continued to smile at the manager but shook his head. "Naw, I don't want you guys to think I was cheating or something. Let someone else roll. Your choice." The small crowd of people gasped slightly at the bold statement. Every person that came to the casino knew never to leave the thrower in the descretion of the house. Here in Boardwalk, there was a good chance that they'd pick one of their fixed shooters to do the roll. If that happened, you were guarenteed to lose your money. The manager nodded his head and looked at the people around the table. "You sir, will do nicely," he said as he handed the dice to the young man from the Blackjack table. While waiting for the manager to approach, he had left his table and joined teh crowd of people. 'So, they're going to try and stiff me, eh?' Sammy thought, his smile never leaving his face. He took a moment to check the area again for the exits and the nearness of other "hidden" security. A small ring was slowly being formed around Sammy and still he didn't think much about it. "Let him roll. I've got no objections." The young man took the dice and rolled them onto the table. They tumbled to the edge and began to bounce back. Sammy could feel the air around him charged with the energy that he could control. One of the dice rolled on a small snag on the velvet cover of the table, the small imperfection was just large enough to spin the die into its counterpart. The collision made the first die land face up on one. The added momentum caused the second die to do two more flips before coming to a rest on a one. Snake eyes for most people, but for Sammy, it was a the big payoff. "I think you owe me thirty large ones," Sammy said without looking away from the manager. The crowd around the table erupted into wild cheers for the daring win.

"And it's a hard eight. He's a winner again," said the stickman as he collected the dice for inspection again. Sammy smiled as he watched the chips come his way. He hadn't lost a bet yet and most of his bets were of the big payoffs. He had made sure that he rolled only two of three times to keep suspicion off of him but his continued winning streak was drawing quite a crowd. Sammy decided to let the next bet pass him by as he looked about the large casino floor. Standing over by the slot machines, trying not to be obvious staring, was one of the standard issue security guards. Sammy knew their kind and wasn't too worried about him. He was more worried about the reall security in a place like this. The ones that were dressed like other players were the guys that caught people like Sammy. Sammy turned his head and smiled slightly as his eyes landed on a young man at the Blackjack table just opposite of the craps table. The guy was fairly plain but he had sat down right after Sammy won his fourth bet in a row. The guys stack of chips never really changed in height and he seemed to be more interested in the area around him than his cards. Defiantely one of the hidden security guys. "Sir? Are you going to bet?" came the voice of the stickman while looking at Sammy. Sammy blinked and turned his focus on the game again. "Sure. I'll bet one last time. Almost time for me to get going," he said as he looked down at his chips. He had gathered almost thousand dollars in his short time playing. He slowly and deliberately moved it all over to the biggest pay off possible, Aces or Boxcars, a 30 to 1 pay out. The stickman looked at the bet still holding the dice in his hands. "Sir, I unable to let a bet of that size pass without instructions from the manager. If you would kindly wait a moment," he said as he made a gesture over his head. Sammy turned and saw the floor manage approach the craps table. He talked with the stickman for a moment before looking over at Sammy who smiled. The manager nodded his head but took the dice from the stickman. "New dice, and the bet is acceptable. Do you wish to throw?" Sammy continued to smile at the manager but shook his head. "Naw, I don't want you guys to think I was cheating or something. Let someone else roll. Your choice." The small crowd of people gasped slightly at the bold statement. Every person that came to the casino knew never to leave the thrower in the descretion of the house. Here in Boardwalk, there was a good chance that they'd pick one of their fixed shooters to do the roll. If that happened, you were guarenteed to lose your money. The manager nodded his head and looked at the people around the table. "You sir, will do nicely," he said as he handed the dice to the young man from the Blackjack table. While waiting for the manager to approach, he had left his table and joined teh crowd of people. 'So, they're going to try and stiff me, eh?' Sammy thought, his smile never leaving his face. He took a moment to check the area again for the exits and the nearness of other "hidden" security. A small ring was slowly being formed around Sammy and still he didn't think much about it. "Let him roll. I've got no objections." The young man took the dice and rolled them onto the table. They tumbled to the edge and began to bounce back. Sammy could feel the air around him charged with the energy that he could control. One of the dice rolled on a small snag on the velvet cover of the table, the small imperfection was just large enough to spin the die into its counterpart. The collision made the first die land face up on one. The added momentum caused the second die to do two more flips before coming to a rest on a one. Snake eyes for most people, but for Sammy, it was a the big payoff. "I think you owe me thirty large ones," Sammy said without looking away from the manager. The crowd around the table erupted into wild cheers for the daring win.

I don't know about that. Looks like we have a lot of freedom on the board to create NPCs. Why not make a bunch of NPC heroes that you can kill with impunity? Of course, there is the whole idea of taking that one step to kill places the villian in a world of trouble, both from heroes and other villians alike. I once read somewhere the thinking of villians and heroes. There is an unspoken rule in comics that villians don't kill which in turn ensures that the heroes don't kill them. It made really good sense to me and is something you may wish to consider in playing Satori. The heroes may turn around and start trying to kill him and that in turn would make things more difficult for other villians to succeed at their plans. Cross the wrong villian and he'll start coming for you himself. Just something to keep in mind.

I don't know about that. Looks like we have a lot of freedom on the board to create NPCs. Why not make a bunch of NPC heroes that you can kill with impunity? Of course, there is the whole idea of taking that one step to kill places the villian in a world of trouble, both from heroes and other villians alike. I once read somewhere the thinking of villians and heroes. There is an unspoken rule in comics that villians don't kill which in turn ensures that the heroes don't kill them. It made really good sense to me and is something you may wish to consider in playing Satori. The heroes may turn around and start trying to kill him and that in turn would make things more difficult for other villians to succeed at their plans. Cross the wrong villian and he'll start coming for you himself. Just something to keep in mind.

I don't know about that. Looks like we have a lot of freedom on the board to create NPCs. Why not make a bunch of NPC heroes that you can kill with impunity? Of course, there is the whole idea of taking that one step to kill places the villian in a world of trouble, both from heroes and other villians alike. I once read somewhere the thinking of villians and heroes. There is an unspoken rule in comics that villians don't kill which in turn ensures that the heroes don't kill them. It made really good sense to me and is something you may wish to consider in playing Satori. The heroes may turn around and start trying to kill him and that in turn would make things more difficult for other villians to succeed at their plans. Cross the wrong villian and he'll start coming for you himself. Just something to keep in mind.

Just thinking of the possible casino games open to players. The easist to do would be Blackjack, but I figure to use a d13 to represent the game where J, Q, and K are represented by 11, 12, and 13. Make two rolls with no mods on it for the cards dealt to you. If you wish to make a hit, roll again until you wish to stop. Once your score has been decided, roll for the house. House stops on a score of 16 or better. For example: First two cards (1d13=2, 1d13=8) this is only a ten so I decide to roll again. Third card (1d13=4) I decide to play it safe and stop here. I then roll for the House. House first two cards (1d13=13, 1d13=12) The house ends up with a King and Queen, winning the hand.

Just thinking of the possible casino games open to players. The easist to do would be Blackjack, but I figure to use a d13 to represent the game where J, Q, and K are represented by 11, 12, and 13. Make two rolls with no mods on it for the cards dealt to you. If you wish to make a hit, roll again until you wish to stop. Once your score has been decided, roll for the house. House stops on a score of 16 or better. For example: First two cards (1d13=2, 1d13=8) this is only a ten so I decide to roll again. Third card (1d13=4) I decide to play it safe and stop here. I then roll for the House. House first two cards (1d13=13, 1d13=12) The house ends up with a King and Queen, winning the hand.

Just thinking of the possible casino games open to players. The easist to do would be Blackjack, but I figure to use a d13 to represent the game where J, Q, and K are represented by 11, 12, and 13. Make two rolls with no mods on it for the cards dealt to you. If you wish to make a hit, roll again until you wish to stop. Once your score has been decided, roll for the house. House stops on a score of 16 or better. For example: First two cards (1d13=2, 1d13=8) this is only a ten so I decide to roll again. Third card (1d13=4) I decide to play it safe and stop here. I then roll for the House. House first two cards (1d13=13, 1d13=12) The house ends up with a King and Queen, winning the hand.

I plan on doing a lot with the Mob, but from teh villian side of things. I'll be working in South Freedom so if any of you heroes (PL 6) are looking for something to break up, let me know. I plan on doing a small bank robbery soon. :harley:

I plan on doing a lot with the Mob, but from teh villian side of things. I'll be working in South Freedom so if any of you heroes (PL 6) are looking for something to break up, let me know. I plan on doing a small bank robbery soon. :harley:

I plan on doing a lot with the Mob, but from teh villian side of things. I'll be working in South Freedom so if any of you heroes (PL 6) are looking for something to break up, let me know. I plan on doing a small bank robbery soon. :harley:

I figured that my streetwise was good enough to learn about both Foreshadow and Nightrival's activites in the area.