ITP: Gambling
[The Mess Hall! You walk in one evening to find one table entirely taken over by one of the manliest dwarves you have ever seen; there are drinks on the table (sadly non-alcoholic) being served by a relatively intact zombie in a dress, a deck of cards currently being expertly shuffled and a haphazard pile of trinkets where money or chips might usually be.
He is beckoning you over. WHAT DO.]
Wicked Grace. Ante is anything on you right now.
[as an aside to the zombie] That'll do, Edwina. You know, considering you don't even have a brain, you remember my orders a damn sight better than the real Edwina ever did.
((INTRO POST. New character warnings all apply, so feel free to mingle and stuff if I'm being way slow :c Also, nobody knows the rules to Wicked Grace. SO WE'RE ALL MAKING IT UP.))
He is beckoning you over. WHAT DO.]
Wicked Grace. Ante is anything on you right now.
[as an aside to the zombie] That'll do, Edwina. You know, considering you don't even have a brain, you remember my orders a damn sight better than the real Edwina ever did.
((INTRO POST. New character warnings all apply, so feel free to mingle and stuff if I'm being way slow :c Also, nobody knows the rules to Wicked Grace. SO WE'RE ALL MAKING IT UP.))