X-Men Evolution: Rogue Evolution

Snow Fall 11.1

"As you four open up the doors to the Duck and Rabbit Inn, you are met by a sparse yet comfortable dining area. The log walls look and smell as if they had been varnished by years of spilt whisky. By the scattered plates and glasses of half-full ale, it looks as if the few tables surrounded by their individual assemblies of chairs had been recently at capacity with locals."

Evan glanced up from behind his fold-out privacy screen covered in depictions of blue stone dragons. "However, now all you see is a man sitting in a far corner with a crooked straw hat covering his face. A long green nose covered in boils pokes out from beneath the shadow of the brim. You can hear deap throated snoring from all the way across the drinking hall.

"Behind a bar along the wall to your right is an orc. Wide as he is tall, he looks as if he is hard at work cleaning up the place after another busy night."

Kurt pushes the tricorn hat back on his head after it had been steadily creeping toward his face. "I walk up to the barman, lean on the bar with an elbow, and subtly pass him a gold piece."

"Alright. He picks up the piece and looks at it." Evan clears his throat and goes into a weird blustery Cockney, Scottish, hybrid voice. "A lot of money without asking for nothin.'"

"What I want, my good man, is information."

"What sort of trouble is a little teifling boy like you looking to get into?"

"You heard of The Diablo?"

"Course I have, and like everyone else I know well enough to stay away from such things. If I had a good mind, I'd kick you and your lot out for asking after such things."

"But you wouldn't do that." Kurt's character scoots another gold piece across the table.

The orc picks up the piece and bites it. "What's your name, pup?"

"Zerzer the bloodless. Perhaps you've heard of me?"

"Well, Zerzer, you keep going after Diablo, someone will make your lifeless corpse into a doormat soon enough." The orc looks past Zerzer. "I'll rent you and your people rooms for the night and that's all. I'll hear nothing more of your fool's quest, you understand?"

"Fair enough, good sir." Zerzer makes to walk away when the orc grabs him by the arm.

"Oi! You haven't paid for your rooms yet."

"I just paid you two gold!"

"That was just you being friendly."

"Alright!" Anna said in real life and cracked her knuckles. "Galloway walks up to this clown."

"What are you supposed to be?" Asks the orc, "Little man's bodyguard?"

"I'm nobody's bodyguard." Galloway drops an elbow on the bar. "How about a contest of strength for the rooms?"

"A contest? With you? A little squishy boy?"

"If I'm a little squishy boy, then it shouldn't be too hard to win, should it? I win, you give us our gold back. We lose, Zerzer pays double for the rooms."

"I don't remember agreeing-"

"I accept your challenge! How do you propose to hold this contest of strength?"

Galloway raises a hand with his elbow mounted on the bar top. "A classic. Arm wrestling."

The orc smiles a toothy grin. The gold tips to his tusks glint in the torch light. "Easy money."

Anna heared Evan roll behind his screen as she picks up a die, blew on it, and let it fly toward the center mass of the table. She leaned over to get a good look at how her fat green-skinned die had landed. "That's a 21 with my modifier there, Ev!"