Darshaks' TI Outpost

At the regular PTF time, a group went to Tenebrion's Island to keep the Darshaks under control. We made it to the Darshak Outpost. We went into some underground rooms that were new to me, at least. The entry was a cellar with stolen beer and beer-making supplies.


A laboratory was equipped to study kyuems, among other things.


A common room had a conference table (with Puddleby invasion plans!), a lounge area, a food preparation station, bookshelves, and weapons.


A small bedroom is probably reserved for the Outpost's commander.


OWE present: Hunter, J'jh, Torin, and Yor.

Yor Loses His Pants!

I was minding my own business in the casino when I heard Yor walk in. While I knew he had a serious gambling problem, I had no idea it'd gotten this bad. Living up to his high roller reputation, he played several hands of blackjack with bets of 20k each and lost most. Then he bet 80,000 coins, everything he had left, on a single hand! If only we all had that kind of money to throw around.



Donarius Bringle, otherwise known as Dongle, was stunned by Yor's rampant avarice and indulgence in vice. He looked on as Yor was dealt the 6 of gems and the 8 of leaves for his 80k hand. Jack Vintian, the dealer, had the A of cups and another card face down. Unable to afford the insurance, Yor had a difficult choice to make. He decided to hit and got the 6 of swords, giving him 20!



It was looking good for Yor, who would pocket 160k if he won. Then it looked even better when Jack flipped over his card to show a 3. With an A and a 3, for a total of 4 or 14, Jack hit. However, he flipped over his card to reveal the 7 of cups. Jack had 21! Yor's fortune had quickly come undone. Notorious Y.O.R. glared with utter outrage for a moment, as he had just lost a stunning 80k.



From there it only got worse. Apparently Yor hadn't counted his coins accurately, which isn't surprising for a Zo. Since Yor was short on his bet, Jack was forced to collect Yor's clothing as collateral. The sketch to the left is not for the feint of heart. Yor growled while he stood there in his skivvies. Confirming what Dongle has been claiming for a month, Yor's underwear was a bright shade of pink.


Cute little Firbi seemed to take a liking to the now far less fearsome looking Ghorak Zo. Dongle and I, however, considered the spectacle quite abhorrent. The stripped Yor didn't smell pleasant either, so Dongle was kind enough to impart some advice. I hope Puddleby will spare Yor the public ridicule and embarrassment, as it's painful enough for a gambling addict to go broke. Perhaps we could give him some coins to get him back on his feet, or at least donate some respectable knickers for him.