Mushgnome's Hobbet-centric PBP
"Agreed, it is very good to see you up and about," Noh adds, "can Carc and I help with the brew?"mushgnome wrote: ↑Sun Apr 10, 2022 5:24 pmUrsa says cheerfully, "I shape-changed into a newt! Then got stuck in the blizzard. So cold! Thank you all for saving my life. I am going to brew a special batch of potions in gratitude. The gemstone souvenir from my Free Solo Adventure is the secret ingredient!"
Frederick replies, "I'm sorry, sir, this is a family restaurant. We don't have a liquor license. If you want an 'adult beverage' then try the Inn of the Welcome Wench. It can be a little rough, so watch your back. Here, take one of these maps.Bastet1002 wrote: ↑Mon Apr 11, 2022 4:07 am"What kind of mead is there here?" calls out Robur loudly to the barkeep. "I want to buy a round of mead - make it my family's Boulderhill Mead if you have any -for everyone here!"
And he will offer up a toast with an engaging jovial smile that appears whenever he's drinking mead: "Here's to old friends, friends reunited, the esteemed Dame Simonetta, and new friends! May we all live long and have fantastic adventures!"
Kiplyn would over hear that and nod. "It'll take some digging to get into that area but it might be worth it. I can't think of anything else we bypassed. We know where Level 4 is because someone wrote it in the sand, other then that we need a boat of something to cross the water."kipper wrote: ↑Mon Apr 11, 2022 3:34 pmDame Simonetta
"As to evidence of digging, well there was the location where I found that armour, but there was no sign of a large mine there. Some rat warrens, but I don't think that is what you're after. There was one collapsed tunnel near a cave fennec lair that we didn't open up, who knows what could be behind there."
"We Hobbets, as a people, that I know of, don't have a working mithril mine, anywhere in the world. Most hobbets have never even heard of mithril. If we could find an untapped vein, it would be the discovery of a lifetime. Our better bet is to search for antiques that we can melt down as scrap. Every bit counts: An rotten old fur coat with mithril buttons, for example."mgtremaine wrote: ↑Tue Apr 12, 2022 12:43 pmKiplyn would over hear that and nod. "It'll take some digging to get into that area but it might be worth it. I can't think of anything else we bypassed. We know where Level 4 is because someone wrote it in the sand, other then that we need a boat of something to cross the water."
"Indeed my Aunt wears armor just like that! And our goal is to set up shop, here in Hornpipe, as the Flint family in times of old, and smith many fine weapons and suits of armor. But the problem is more than just the raw materials. First is the lost art of making those tiny chain links. My Aunt and I have tried working with needles, tweezers, everything, and we just can't duplicate the level of craftsmanship you're talking about. Second we need the blessing of the human smiths to do business here. Maybe you all can help with this: I'm thinking, we search the Dungeon for some gaudy antique, that is culturally valuable to Humans, but worthless to Hobbets. I'm not sure what that is, but I think I'll know it when I see it. If we give the right gift to the local smiths guild, my aunt is thinking, maybe they welcome us and let us set up shop. And you can be our first customer!"ehiker133 wrote: ↑Tue Apr 12, 2022 2:46 pmDougal eyes the gauntlets that Dame Simonetta has received with more than a slight hint of jealousy.
"I don't suppose your Aunt could make something for me that would be as light as leather and not make a sound? Either way, you're welcome to join our group."
"I have good news and bad news: The good news is that the landlord has agreed to sell the House of Pancakes to me! I will be the out-right owner, not just of the business and the building it's in, but of the land that's underneath it. The Dungeon would belong to Hobbets again, and to Adventure Club!! We won't have to be so sneaky all the time. The bad news is that the sale doesn't include the windmill where you all have been sleeping. Our former landlord, The Miller is not including it in the deal. He is stepping up grain production and needs the space back for storage. He feels sorry and has offered you a lifetime supply of large sacks, as many as you can carry, whenever you want them.
Ursa adds, "Oh sorry, did I not tell you I was leaving? My last Adventure was a huge deal for me. Time to rest on my lorrels. I am going Home to hire an Alchemist and crank out some potions. I'm not going on any more Adventures until at least after mud season. Sorry, does that disappoint you? Did you think I was coming with you?"