Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160614222410/@comment-5543592-20160615023530

Crimson selected one which only had four men around a large, chest-high barrell. All the Keshik at it were taller than him by an inch or a few, but he broke in easily.

"Hello, fellers.  Got a good game going?" He said, examining the barrel-top.

"So far, chief." One of the soldiers answered, the tallest of the bunch, his eyes locked on the hand of who had the dice presently.

The current holder of the dice was fratically shaking them in his fist, whispering a mantra to himself: "Lucky sixes..." Before, with a yell, he tossed them onto the barrel top. The resulting numbers were a two and a three.

Crimson whistled lowly. "Bad luck, mate."

The Keshik grumbled, and passed them off to the next man.