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Jack rose silently, and walked just as silently, then sat before the seated merchant, then gave a respectful nod.
He extracted one gold coin, and laid it on the blanket beside the white token next to the baguette. Mama needed all the food she could get.
The Wandering Merchant bows solemnly while seated, picks up the gold coin Jack placed and stuffs it somewhere inside of its clothes.
One Eye'd Jack loses 1g, gains Elven Baguette.Spoiler: Item Stats (PILE A) (click to show/hide)
Aegean Mail Mitten (9g) crossbow Potion of Sagacity (3g) dagger Rabbit's Foot (1g) longbow Cheese Armor (15g) cloth armor Elven Baguette(1gsold)Mysterious Vial (5g) Bec de Corbin (7g)
Boy, she just doesn't give up, does she? he wondered to himself, hearing the paladin-girl continue to raise cain about how they should break camp. She was right, the sooner they broke camp and got going, the more time for setup they would have at the next stop on the way, but still-- damned annoying; He was very much intrigued with this book. Something in the back of his mind kept shrieking at him to keep reading it, and he was apt to oblige. He could have done so much with this kind of thing over the years, and it was better late than never, now that he had such an expensive book in his grizzled old hands.
He turned his attention to Doak.
How much ye want fer the book?
So, uh, are we doing this? I MIGHT take a try at running a game, but I'm kind of want to participate in that King of Mafia.
nope - the Happy Thread of all places
This happens considerably more often than you might expect from the title.
It's been happening more lately, I think. The usual shitposters, tough guys, know-it-alls, gadflies, nihilists, wastoids, Bernie bros and Randroids have all been out in force, and they've started to bump into each other more exuberantly. Probably just anxiety about the coronavirus and the election, but still.
“Oh my! Tell me about Gorohill Vercressen Pierre. Then tell me about what they discovered about the source of magic further in the forest. Is it the Seed? What was it the source of power for? Why did Gorohill build the tower? Gorohill mentioned some disturbances, what were they? What happened in the lightning room? What fool was badgering Gorohill, delaying completion of the tower?”
"Ok hey, I said ask questions not pick me apart like a flimsy doctoral thesis. Ahem, kneeway, Gorohill, or I should say Master Pierre, is my maker."
The goblin started absentmindedly fiddling with a marble in his fingers, moving them between his hands at lightning speed.
"I dunna why he made the tower, the man thought more every passing second than mostya manage in a month. I do know he wanted to bring fighters and mages in, and once there were enough he'd do... something. He might've changed his mind on seeing allya though."
The Goblin gave a trademarked chuckle, then continued speaking.
"He was an eccentric wizard (which wizard ain't?), maybe opening a theme park was all he ever wanted."
"The disturbance, yes I was the one who saw it... we had pigeons keep nesting in the wrong places, but I ain't never seen a pigeon that can nullify magic barriers. The lightning room you saw, is one of hundreds of rooms that keep the tower running. It can handle itself per-pe-cha-lee."
The goblin emphasized each syllable of the word.
"Oh yeah, allya went through five floors or somthin', but there's hundreds, each with its own power. Kneeway, something broke in, and I ain't seen Gorohill since. He left in a hurry. Between you and me, that suits me just fine, eh? Less chasing pigeons, more nap times."
"As for the Seed, I dunna. My jobs was here at this gate, the wizard got around. He probably messed with things deeper inside the forest, or he coulda imagined it. When you move around with a wizard nuff you find there are world-ending artifacts and vast sources of arcane power behind every tree stump."
"Gorohill had lotsa wizard friends. And wizard enemies. And wizard frenemies. They came and they went, he had a lot of visitors. More than your average wizard recluse, I should think. He prolly took some sod's wizard pipe and kept being badgered to return it. I dunna, I couldn't tell ya about every pointy-hat that came, my business is at this gate."
Jack turned his attention to Doak.
When ye get finished pumpin the pipsqueak fer all 'es worth, I'd like te see what all ye pilfered from the ol [expletive]-wad's secret hidey hole. Looks like ye got quite a haul dere-- We can go o'er 's secrit fam'ly rec'pies at de same time-- Sound like a plan?
