Gambler Background 5e Novels & Stories

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.

Rudy looked at the boards and said, "You still haven't told me what's the difference between the warriors in the east and in the west. What's written on the boards?" Fane explained, "To put it simply, the warriors gathered in the east are mostly warriors who still haven't figured out if they want to participate in the gamble, while the warriors in the west are those who are determined to participate. Since it's a gamble, they naturally need someone else to compete against. The board in front of them has the gamble they want and the treasures as well." Hearing that, Rudy blinked curiously. "You can even bet treasures?" Fane nodded, explaining in detail, "The attribute gamble isn't completely

"It can only be run by a mischief maker who can accommodate different kinds of people. "Especially rogues and gamblers," my GM added.

“Yes, as I was saying, there are six main mage classifications. Builders, Elementals, Leapers, Jumpers and Enchanters. Before you ask, builders have the ability to build structures based on the materials surrounding them. Elementals deal with at least one of the five main elements. Leapers can travel between realms. Jumpers can transport both people and objects within a single realm; and Enchanters work with the others to place their abilities into objects so that others can use them.” “You mentioned Uncommons, So what is your ability if you don’t fit into any of these?” I ask, eager to learn more. “Occasionally, though it is rare, an Uncommon will be born. My ability is as you have experien

A city that had been attacked by a Dark Sorcerer five years ago—and had lost someone important. Caspian summoned Beta Rohan to the strategy room. I sat off to the side, listening without interrupting. “One healer,” Caspian said. “Someone experienced.” Rohan nodded. “Alright. I’ll bring Healer Sandra. She specialises in potion-making.” “Two Gammas,” Caspian continued. “And several warriors. Not too obvious, but strong enough.” “Understood. Gamma Oliver and Gamma Timothy—they’re good with terrain control. And Sapphire Water?” Rohan asked.

Elements: None Class:None Aura: lesser Exp:120/5000 HP:820 CON:80 (1 CON= 10HP) DEF:143 DEX:27 (1DEX= 5 DEF) ATK:54 STR:25 (1 STR= 3 ATk) MP: 110 INT:22 (1INT= 5MP) Speed:24 AGI:24 (1 AGI = 1 Speed) {{{{{I added the agility if anyone wants to find out his movement speed}}}} [Skills: Gluttony(Epic).Stealth(R), Enhanced(R), Calm down(U), Amplify(Mystic), Poison Mastery(Elite)] {System skill: Analyse(UeX)} {Unique EX Skill: Experience of Another life} {Reduce the MP cost of all skills and abilities to 1} Stat point :19

"You want another life so you can be with Theresa? Keep dreaming! You and I will be trapped here forever—watching each other suffer, over and over again. Hahaha!" The next morning, I woke up from that dream feeling a strange sense of relief like a blockage in my chest had completely cleared. I have always believed— What goes around comes around. Karma never fails.

His work on making a hole in the webbing slowed considerably. "Use your damn head, young fur." Other ways to kill Wound were still playing on the wall but the healer seemed to be back to his infuriating, cryptic self. "You are born to a legacy of a race that lives and dies by their cleverness. The first game your ancient gamemaster gremlin ancestors started was when they gave us another flask. I think that's what needs to be figured out before we go any farther. But I know one thing about games, you can only forfeit or raise the bet. There are no take-backs."

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

Elena's POV Dante Romano's gaze faltered slightly as he looked at the die on my desk. He recognized it immediately, having personally ordered its creation years ago. He had placed a weighted core in it, meticulously engineered to ensure that regardless of how it was thrown, it would always land on the exact same side—one. He raised his hand to rub his temples, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Please quit playing around, Elena. You ought to know how troublesome this case is. If the Romano Famiglia loses its business in Vallenzia, the entire Famiglia's foundation will be shaken.