Ancient Elantrian
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“Breakneck, Kabers, Michim, any Rosharan gambling game. those are the ones we have now, before The Change.”
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“Whaddaya want.” The man rasps. “Metalminds? Food?” “Come on, play a game!”
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"HEY!!!" An Elan-Heckler shouts, "GET BETTER!!!" @Edema Rue
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The man narrows his eyes. "Want a lower bargain? You win, you both get food and shelter for a day. I win, you give me those last two hundred breaths."
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Elan nods. He looks around for things he could use as a weapon.
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The Gambler sits alone at a table. He looks like he might be drunk. He smiles at Marewill. "Don't need to pay here." He rasps, gesturing at an already-set-up game of Breakneck. He has multiple stacks of chips, each with different symbols. Some have glowing gemstones embossed on them, others food, some tents.
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"I like that idea, Aventine."
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"What's that?"
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The man makes a little hm... noise. "How about this: If you lose, one of you will die, but I'll supply the other. 250 breaths, stormlight, metals, whatever they need."
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"Hey, It'll be okay. At least this time we're here for you."
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"One game of breakneck. You win? I supply you, hide you, split you up, get you surviving to the end. You lose... one of you has to kill the other. A simple deal."
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The man shrugs. "If you say so. Hope you have fun impaling a knife in his chest, Sharp."
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"Well in some of our cases they're right." Elan says. "And yes. As long as we're alive we can fight and do have that choice."
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"That's... not good." Elan said. "I... I won't let them. They won't study me, and they sure as pancakes are delicious won't be studying you."
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For sale, baby shoes, never worn.
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"Feeling is good. Feel." Elan said. "And... don't kill Almond."
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Elan puts an arm around Aventine, but not as a romantic gesture, just to be comforting. "We'll get out of this. I promise."
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Elan sits in the corner, nervously tapping his feet. He doesn't like being powerless.
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"Oh yes. We would." The yellow-toothed man said. "But, for a game maybe we could delay that... maybe even stop it..."
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The man laughs, then hiccups. "You're a funny one, aren't you. Too bad. You'll probably die." He laughs again.
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The man rolls a chip between his fingers. "You could get free breaths... stormlight... metals... food... whatever you need." He smiles, his teeth yellow. He takes a swig from his bottle.
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The Gambler leaned in the doorway, holding it open for Krin. "Come in, Krin." He rasped.
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The Gambler stares at this interaction, staying silent and smiling. He flips a chip up and catches it, repeating this motion.
