Ranger Rick
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Gray Shade said:
"Why Y...Y...Yes please....How...How many do I...I...I...carry?"
Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)
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"Why Y...Y...Yes please....How...How many do I...I...I...carry?"
Gray Shade
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"One each should be fine, Desert. Good attitude, Ranti!" Berserker Bill responds. "Now . . . for those potions . . . " He then hesitently moves for the door, and walks through.
Ranger Rick
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Desert walks out the door and stops outside the door. He looks to the right and the left, than he keeps walking straight....
Lazlow
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The Jam Dabbler
You all make your way to the north side of the town center, ensuring that your more, shall we say, 'directionally challenged' companion stays with the group.
As you open the door to the alchemist's shop you are assaulted by the delicious scents of baking bread, sweet berries, butter, and honey. The shop is far from a typical potion emporium. There are shelves along the walls, and a display case showing off what must be a hundred different jars of jams, jellies, preserves, syrups, and extracts. In an almost identical case right next to this one are a mouth-watering array of breads, croissants, bagels, muffins, danishes, sticky buns, donuts, gnomish "Lottery Loaves" (each is different, made with whatever's left at the end of each day of all the scraps in the kitchen), and all other manner of baked goods.
Flanking the display cases are two small counters over which hang one finely crafted wooden placard each. One has a barely-recognizable facsimile of a jar of jam and a disproportionate strawberry drawn next to block letters that spell "Jam Dabbler." The other sign has a well-rendered and immaculately painted loaf of twisted bread, complete with steam rising from it, next to a painted loopy font that reads "Heaven's End Bakery."
A very tall (almost four feet high), blonde, gnomish woman in an apron powdered in flour is patiently attending to about a half dozen locals awaiting the morning's fresh goods in front of the "Bakery" counter. Behind the counter, she's either standing on a raised floor, or she's got legs twice the length of her torso. She pauses and turns to the party with a wide smile. When she sees you're adventurers, however, she gives a heavy sigh and shows you the top of her head as she busies herself searching for the Rye baguette a halfling points greedily at and reassures her she can reach. The baguette is clearly out of her reach (and the halfling's) but she keeps stretching after it nevertheless.
At the other counter, a short, pepper-bearded, male gnome with wide ears and enormous eyes is reading a pamphlet, calmly ignoring the small crowd. He looks up at your party with an expression like he's disinterestedly studying the backs of your heads despite looking each party member in the face. His moustache twitches once to the right and he sets his book aside. "You all are obviously looking for the Jam Dabbler," he says matter-of-factly. "I'm sure you've heard the legends. Well, praise your respective deities: you've found me."
You all make your way to the north side of the town center, ensuring that your more, shall we say, 'directionally challenged' companion stays with the group.
As you open the door to the alchemist's shop you are assaulted by the delicious scents of baking bread, sweet berries, butter, and honey. The shop is far from a typical potion emporium. There are shelves along the walls, and a display case showing off what must be a hundred different jars of jams, jellies, preserves, syrups, and extracts. In an almost identical case right next to this one are a mouth-watering array of breads, croissants, bagels, muffins, danishes, sticky buns, donuts, gnomish "Lottery Loaves" (each is different, made with whatever's left at the end of each day of all the scraps in the kitchen), and all other manner of baked goods.
Flanking the display cases are two small counters over which hang one finely crafted wooden placard each. One has a barely-recognizable facsimile of a jar of jam and a disproportionate strawberry drawn next to block letters that spell "Jam Dabbler." The other sign has a well-rendered and immaculately painted loaf of twisted bread, complete with steam rising from it, next to a painted loopy font that reads "Heaven's End Bakery."
A very tall (almost four feet high), blonde, gnomish woman in an apron powdered in flour is patiently attending to about a half dozen locals awaiting the morning's fresh goods in front of the "Bakery" counter. Behind the counter, she's either standing on a raised floor, or she's got legs twice the length of her torso. She pauses and turns to the party with a wide smile. When she sees you're adventurers, however, she gives a heavy sigh and shows you the top of her head as she busies herself searching for the Rye baguette a halfling points greedily at and reassures her she can reach. The baguette is clearly out of her reach (and the halfling's) but she keeps stretching after it nevertheless.
At the other counter, a short, pepper-bearded, male gnome with wide ears and enormous eyes is reading a pamphlet, calmly ignoring the small crowd. He looks up at your party with an expression like he's disinterestedly studying the backs of your heads despite looking each party member in the face. His moustache twitches once to the right and he sets his book aside. "You all are obviously looking for the Jam Dabbler," he says matter-of-factly. "I'm sure you've heard the legends. Well, praise your respective deities: you've found me."
Gray Shade
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Jam, yum!
Berserker Bill says: "Most excellent, jam-master gnome! Tis a lovely shop you keep with yon cute serving wench. But we are on a great quest and seek potions, not delicious jellies. Mayhaps you can . . . " He looks around the shop for potions, then steps back outside to look up at the sign and then back inside. Then suddenly gets it. "Ah, I see, yes. Could you get the master of the shop, please: the potion brewer. We seek 6 potions which will allow us to avoid the damage caused by heat and flames." He then starts handling various jars of preserves, holding them to the light to look through them. If not stopped he will open a blue or purple one and have a taste on his finger.
Berserker Bill says: "Most excellent, jam-master gnome! Tis a lovely shop you keep with yon cute serving wench. But we are on a great quest and seek potions, not delicious jellies. Mayhaps you can . . . " He looks around the shop for potions, then steps back outside to look up at the sign and then back inside. Then suddenly gets it. "Ah, I see, yes. Could you get the master of the shop, please: the potion brewer. We seek 6 potions which will allow us to avoid the damage caused by heat and flames." He then starts handling various jars of preserves, holding them to the light to look through them. If not stopped he will open a blue or purple one and have a taste on his finger.
Ranger Rick
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"aahh, Mr. Sherriff Bill, Sir if you taste those jars and others taste those jars, there will be nothing left to sell to the one who wants to buy it. I would think you should buy those before tasting."
Gray Shade
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Berserker Bill stares at Desert with his hand wrapped around the top of a jar.
Suddenly he hangs his head low and puts the jar back, unopened. "Oh, yes. Of course. Well, perhaps I'll buy a jar--it does look tasty, doesn't it?"
Suddenly he hangs his head low and puts the jar back, unopened. "Oh, yes. Of course. Well, perhaps I'll buy a jar--it does look tasty, doesn't it?"
"The red jelly/jam concoction looks interesting, mayhaps we could get some back up supplies for the trail. Sweets would be nice, and a good loaf of elven forever bread would go well as well."
I look around for a loaf of elven forever bread, looks like a loaf of cold bread, but has a warm center for at least 10 days.
"Maybe even a few lottery loaves as they would be good for unconsidered nutrients, and I hear that they sometimes have been know to cause or cure poisonings as well.."
Iwander around looking at the jellies and jams and listening out the side for whatever Berzerker Bill might say or do. I then proceed to stand on line and buy a bunch of the breads and the jams, like 4 loaves and 5 jars.
"My beautiful proprieteress, I would like to partake of some of what you would consider your best wares. When sold by one as lovely as you they must be only of top quality or your hands would not deign to touch them."
Turning to Bill I say
Mr. Berzerker Bill Sherrif sir...Maybe some of the jams and jellies contain the mystical ingredients that we seek...
I look around for a loaf of elven forever bread, looks like a loaf of cold bread, but has a warm center for at least 10 days.
"Maybe even a few lottery loaves as they would be good for unconsidered nutrients, and I hear that they sometimes have been know to cause or cure poisonings as well.."
Iwander around looking at the jellies and jams and listening out the side for whatever Berzerker Bill might say or do. I then proceed to stand on line and buy a bunch of the breads and the jams, like 4 loaves and 5 jars.
"My beautiful proprieteress, I would like to partake of some of what you would consider your best wares. When sold by one as lovely as you they must be only of top quality or your hands would not deign to touch them."
Turning to Bill I say
Mr. Berzerker Bill Sherrif sir...Maybe some of the jams and jellies contain the mystical ingredients that we seek...
Lazlow
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Gray Shade said:
The short Gnome gives his wife (the blonde Gnome) a sad smile and a shake of the head. "Like I said, friend," he says, nonplussed, "he is me." He then pulls out a 6 oz jar of purplish jam and hands it to Berserker Bill. "Take care to have a spoonful each just before encountering any fire. The effects will only last about 10 minutes, so... You know. No lollygaggin' in the dragon's lair. HA!" After another twitch of his moustache, he nods sideways towards the baker and adds, "Try it on a nice buttermilk biscuit. They're on sale, and quite delicious."
As Bill picks up a jar and starts to sample the contents, he eyeballs Bill with a sardonic smile, but does not attempt to stop him.
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