Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25038310-20140928194948

Sander was sitting in a lone inn in the city of Brightwall. he looked out the window and smoked a small cigar, thought s clouding his mind.

3 men could be heard playing poker, and after a while, 2 of them left. The one who hadn't left, was looking at all the money he had made.

Sander grinned under his bandana. He walked over to the man before he left.

"Please, my friend, stay. " Sander said, using his Vampire's seduction.

"What? Why? " He asked.

"Let us play a friendly game of poker, alright? " He persuaded the man to take a seat and play a game.

"Alright.. but just one! I need to go home soon. " The man took  a seat. "How much, what game, and so on?"

"Let's play a single hand of poker, alright? "

"Sure. Hehe, you're gonna lose this one kid. Look at everything I've won. What are you going to put in? "

"Exactly the same amount as that. " Sander replied, cracking a smile.

"Haha! Hey Harold! " He turned to the innkeeper. "This guy's gonna bet 200 septims! Wanna watch? "

This also attracted the other residents of the inn to watch. It seemed the man was quite lucky in the game. That wouldn't last long.

Soon, about 12 people stood around the table where the game was being held.

The man drew 5 cards for himself and give 5 to Sander.

The man grinned. Sander noticed that.

The man chuckled, and put down his cards.

"Full house.. Sorry kid. " The man put down three aces and two kings.

"Hahaha! Seems my luck didn't run out yet! " The crowd and the man laughed at Sander.

"Actually.. I think it has long abandoned you. " Sander replied. He put down his cards, slowly. The people in the back of the crowd tried to look what he put.

The man's face turned white of surprise and fear. He nearly cried, and his face had a pale expression. Sander took his pouch of septims containing 200 septims, and put it in his coat, together with his own.

"Royal Straight Flush. " He simply said. His cards revealed a 10,J,Q,K, and an ace.

"What the flying fuck?! " Harold said.

"No way.. there's only 1 in a what, 6 million chance that he could have that! " A resident shouted.

A loud mumbling and argueing broke out, while the man who Sander played against cried. Sander sat down and simply crossed his arms and shrugged.

"Well he didn't cheat! We all watched him! " another one yelled.