Persuasion d6+1-2 for item (Triax Feild Mechanic) 10k for a +2, [dice:3nsf8m9o]63238:0[/dice:3nsf8m9o] wild die [dice:3nsf8m9o]63238:1[/dice:3nsf8m9o]
Daniel T Striker had come to Merctown. The local hot spot, The Golden Apple was a buzz with people reading the latest issue of Tawdry and Tails: Issue 23 had finally arrived. More to the point the Grackletooth that had lent his form to great acclaim in issue 13 was back with a full eagle spread! Folks at the family friendly diner were hopped up on pancakes and waffles while their eyes were tantalized by the magnificent scales holding their arms akimbo sandwiched between pages 14 and 16. Some avid “readers” keyed into Daniel T. Striker’s desires blurb,
What really gets me going and ready for war both in the bedroom and battlefield is the Triax T-13, it has everything this grackle craves and more.
More than a few patrons that morning had a triax field mechanic in hand hoping that Danny would saddle up to their table, give them one of his famous winks, and purchase the oversized armor on the spot while they watched his muscles flex just right. Well it just happened to be Barnaby Smithy, a red headed short stack dwarve’s lucky day, or morning rather.
Barnaby had never amounted to much. His father was of course a well respected dwarven technowizard, but Barnaby never had the aptitude for the arcane and most ladies felt he had been hit one too many times with the ugly stick. No profession and no sign of love he made his trade in the seedy underworld of dwarven cock fighting. He was good at it, turned out he had an eye for good cocks. That was were his mind was as he ate his pancakes in the booth at The Golden Apple. A copy of Tawdry and Tails was open on the table just next to his coffee, while across from him was a set of Triax T-13 made for a very specific grackletooth.
Ching! The door opened. Wearing a coat like he owned it, shades that reflected his sunshine, and a winning smile that made the ladies swoon none other did Daniel T. Striker strut in. Boy was that Grackle hungry!
Daniel eased through the foyer and up to the counter like a movie star walking on wind. He pulled his shades down giving the short order cook, Miss Kasey Krewl a knowing nod,
“A few pancakes and one of those chocolate shakes if youvplease Miss Krewl.” He flashed his smile at her nearly blinding her as the sun somehow caught it. Now Miss Kasey Krewl delt with the hardasses of Merc Town on a regular basis, heck she was even a part time law giver, but when she saw that smile she forgot what was salt and what was sugar.
She purred,
“Oh yes... Oh yes Daniel... Anything else?”
Danny leaned in dwarfing the counter and whispered,
“There is always something else.... Get me some cakes to go if you might please.” Least I can do is bring some breakfast back. I hope they don’t see me like this. Danny hated to trade on his fame, he was a soldier first, but in war everyone makes compromises. His continually haunted him. But sometimes, you just needed some god damn armor.
He looked around. Many folks had taken a notice to him, several had some armors hoping Danny would sit at their table. But only one had gotten the grackle sized armor he had mentioned in his bio.
An ugly dwarve it is...
Barnaby could have sworn that as Daniel T. Striker approached his table the well preened star glided rather than walked. It was as if he was living inside some slow motioned dream. Danny saddled up at the table giving a slight flex in his chest causing ripples of sighs to percolate around the room.
“Glad you could make it fella, I am Daniel T...”
Barnaby cur him off star struck to say the least,
“Striker.... Prosek’s balls... You’re him! You are really.... Mr. Striker, I just loved your thoughts on where human babies come from, so insightful. And you are so right...” He held up the magazine pointing to Danny’s bio,
“Right here... When you say, Hope for the best and plan for the worst...” The dwarve wheezed flushed red and almost panting,
“Its like you are inside me.”
Heaven help me...
Do you want me to snap his neck or maybe you can kill him like you killed me.
Shut up Derrick.
Danny smiled down at the dwarve stifling the urge to run away. Sometime he felt so ashamed of...
”It was from the heart. And you are?” Danny flashed that winning smile. Two booths down a kid looking at him became permanently blind.
The dwarve replied stammering slightly,
“Oh ahh Daniel... I ah mean, Barnaby... Barnaby Smithy.”
Danny nodded,
“Easy now. I put my pants on just like you. One leg at a time. Mind if I join you?”
The dwarve nodded eagerly,
“Please... Please... What do you know about cocks?”
Danny raised an eye slipping into the booth.
Yeah tell him him all about...
Shut it Derrick! Where is @Alison so she can excorsize your ass!
The dwarve rephrased,
“Sir... Daniel, I mean the fighting kind... You see its just like in here.” The dwarve tapped the magazine,
“You talk about the have to, I think I got it. I got a dream to open up an above ground cock fighting store... I just...”
Danny smiled all easy like, he recognized a dreamer when he saw one,
“Easy Barnaby, easy. I can see you are like me. I am going to back you all the way. You brought this armor for me. Probably cost a pretty penny. I’ll comp you for the armor, and give you 100k creds to go wild with your store. And, when it opens I’ll be there first day to cut the red ribbon.”
The watress came by with Danny’s pancakes. Barnaby watched Danny take a few bites struggling to contain his joy,
“Sir... Daniel that... I... “
In between bites Danny flex his bicep a bit,
“Easy... You’ll pop something.” Danhy took a few more bites finishing the meal. He slid the cred chip over to Barnaby.
Barnaby took it as Danny stood up looking like the most beautiful scaled statue ever. The dwarve was reeling from this generosity from his idol,
“I... Why... Why you don’t even know me...”
Danny glanced over his shades his tail scooping up the armor.
“Why? I could say because you’re a fan. You woke up early this morning thinking of nothing but me and your cocks. Why? I admire the shit out of your singular drive to make something of yourself when the world hasn’t given you anything. Why? I am Daniel T. Striker and its what I do.”
Like a dream the grackle sauntered out giving no less than three women fainting spells and at least one elderly gentleman saw Danny’s tail slither the wrong way and collapsed with a heart attack. Barnaby watched in awe, never forgetting this meal or what Daniel T. Striker had said.
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@Doc Olliday ”Doc, I might need you to pop into the The Golden Apple diner, I think one old guy might have had a heart attack.