Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Flint is in the tavern, trying to sell a rather broken chair
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His eyes are darting around nervously, as if he is looking for something to happen
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Hello, all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi!*
Flint is in the tavern
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*Ello, Dutch.*
A tired-looking, skinny halfling walks in, carrying a large basket of fruits and veggies. Strapped to his back is a second basket filled with bread. He wears a lightly floured, jam-splattered apron, commoner's clothing, and a silver flask around his neck, in which some liquid sloshes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ya ok there? Been a long journey huh'
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The halfling nods solemnly "Yeah, but the produce is still good."
And it is. The fruits and veggies are plump and vibrant, looking especially healthy. They don't look like cultivars (plant breeds) that Flint has seen very often, if ever.
"And I've got some good dark bread for a copper a loaf." The bread is still warm, and as he breaks a loaf and hands half to Flint, he can see steam rising into the air from the whole wheat crevices. "No butter, sadly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hah. now that's a bargain! Where ya get those plants from, they look pretty... fun'
Flint hands him a filth-encrusted copper piece
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The halfling sighs and scrapes off the copper with a handkerchief before handing Flint a full loaf.
"Various botanists near Cane on the Water. I own a bakery and coffee shop there. You won't see plants like this anywhere else, I don't think. They take blood, sweat, tears, and a bit of alchemy to grow this well. They cost a silver apiece."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ah. well it looks like I'll be sticking to the bread then. And yeah, I thought they looked like they weren't from here, never seen any in any grocer's shops. Or trash heaps behind grocer's shops, for that matter. Ya staying here long? Looking for some kinda plant?'
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"No, not really. I'm trying to get started on an adventuring career. It takes funds to do that, which I regretfully do not have." He sits down, taking a swig from his flask. "My parents were rich, but I wanted to be self-sufficient. Maybe it's because I didn't adulterate my flour that it got this bad. But I'll be honest, selling chalk- and lye-filled bread to the people who need nutrition the most... I couldn't stomach it. It's what I had to start my own bakery."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'That's cool, being self-sufficient. And it's sure good to hear that this bread ain't got chalk in. Tastes so fresh, if I lived by ya bakery I'd buy from it every day. But as a matter of fact I don't, I live here, in this town, or rather, under this town, so this tavern is the best I got'
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"Hmmph. Every tavern should sell bread. And butter." His stomach growls. He looks at the half of a loaf still in his hand. He sighs and tosses it to Flint.
*I should mention, the loaves are about 3 pounds each.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'This one does. But yours is better'
Flint devours the bread. A black rat darts out from his pocket and hoovers up the crumbs
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"Of course it is. I'm a licensed baker, after all. I can do cake, pies, bread, muffins, dinner rolls, and even breakfast rolls. Someone baking it fresh with a vocation in the skill is always going to be better than someone who does it by obligation. Of course, with some vocations they also teach you to do terrible things to get your way..." he shudders a bit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Well, as long as those terrible things don't involve murdering random strangers and putting them in pies, we'll both be fine. I'd taste terrible anyway, by the way. Just skin and bone, and I'd probably give someone a bad case of food poisoning'
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"Murder isn't profitable. People earn money by working, then the money goes to me when they need to eat. I might get a big payout if I killed a guy, but after that... why am I even discussing this? I've never killed any animal bigger than a roach, and I plan on leaving the murdering to others when I become an adventurer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'How d'ya plan to do that? I'd always thought that adventurer was simply a nice word for murderer. Sometimes a nice murderer who murders the bad guys, but like, still a murderer. Had a few run-ins with adventurers myself, didn't end well'
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"I'm a cook. I have learned to work with little. I always wanted to travel the world and cook weird dishes from monster parts. You know, stuff like that. But I need to buy more gear before I can do that. Like a weapon or something, in case I'm attacked."
*I may have to go soon*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'This town got an armourer, I think. Me, I gotta couple weapons myself I could sell ya, but nothing too fancy'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.