The Healing Hut
Erin Nyx took a tour of the newly built "Establishment" and was in awe.
A small hut, bundled together with sticks, twine, and a grass roof.
A rather old, almost blind, and seemingly deaf goblin sat behind a counter, hacking into her hand, and hocking what she coughted up into a bag. She smacked her toothless lips and seemed to survey the area, looking for someone.
In front of the old goblin woman was a table filled with various impliments and salvage the goblins have gathered, along with rows and rows of small leather bags that seem to have flies swarming around them.
Below, crudly written was a sign that said
"Healing Hut... Potonz" "Meatgrub happy to show you to special hut..."
A small hut, bundled together with sticks, twine, and a grass roof.
A rather old, almost blind, and seemingly deaf goblin sat behind a counter, hacking into her hand, and hocking what she coughted up into a bag. She smacked her toothless lips and seemed to survey the area, looking for someone.
In front of the old goblin woman was a table filled with various impliments and salvage the goblins have gathered, along with rows and rows of small leather bags that seem to have flies swarming around them.
Below, crudly written was a sign that said
"Healing Hut... Potonz" "Meatgrub happy to show you to special hut..."
Purpose / Function
Erin walked behind the small goblin as he excitedly showed her the new construction. It was crude, but sturdy, and looking throught the assortment of gear, she did spot a few key pieces she'll grab for her Explorers.
"The Healing Hut is where gobbies go when they have stabby wounds from nasty humans!" Meatgrub explained... he paushed and smiled sheepishly at Erin. "Granny Gob is healer of Clan Dreb, and knows much.
"How... old is Granny Gob?" Erin asked as politely as she could, while the elderly goblin coughed up something else into her leather pouch. Erin hoped that's not what's in the bags the goblins were trying to sell as healing potions.
Her stomach did a flip, but she was able to get her work smile back on.
"How... old is Granny Gob?" Erin asked as politely as she could, while the elderly goblin coughed up something else into her leather pouch. Erin hoped that's not what's in the bags the goblins were trying to sell as healing potions.
Her stomach did a flip, but she was able to get her work smile back on.
Design
Erin took a better look at the hut. It was in shambles and barely standing up.
It had only three walls, that was haphazardly painted vairous colors. Most of the images were more like Goblin graffiti, but mostly just images of Goblins farting on eachother.
Inside the hut, it could fit three or four Humans, so it was built with larger people in mind. The tables were quite low, and only came up to Erin's kneecaps.
The dispaly table formed an L shape, allowing Granny Gob access to her wares on one side.
It had only three walls, that was haphazardly painted vairous colors. Most of the images were more like Goblin graffiti, but mostly just images of Goblins farting on eachother.
Inside the hut, it could fit three or four Humans, so it was built with larger people in mind. The tables were quite low, and only came up to Erin's kneecaps.
The dispaly table formed an L shape, allowing Granny Gob access to her wares on one side.
Sensory & Appearance
One thing Erin Nyx coulnd'nt get way from was the smell coming from the "Potions" the Goblins are selling.
She made a mental note to restrict the Explorers from using these, We don't want any strange effects to happen.
She made a mental note to restrict the Explorers from using these, We don't want any strange effects to happen.
Denizens
"Who is running the shop?" Erin asked.
Meatgrub smiled.
"That's Granny Gob, the oldest, and wisest of all." Meatgrub said. "It was her idea to start the shop... as a way to... shear? cut?...
Erin felt a migrane coming on...
"Fleace?" she asked. "YA! That's it! He said cheerfully. "I guess she wants clothes..."
ERin gave Granny Gob a second look in a new light. She didn't see a frail old woman, but a cunning and experienced leader.
The old goblin let out a massive fart and fell forward... after a moment, snores emitted from her bent nose.
Meatgrub looked dissapointed.
Meatgrub smiled.
"That's Granny Gob, the oldest, and wisest of all." Meatgrub said. "It was her idea to start the shop... as a way to... shear? cut?...
Erin felt a migrane coming on...
"Fleace?" she asked. "YA! That's it! He said cheerfully. "I guess she wants clothes..."
ERin gave Granny Gob a second look in a new light. She didn't see a frail old woman, but a cunning and experienced leader.
The old goblin let out a massive fart and fell forward... after a moment, snores emitted from her bent nose.
Meatgrub looked dissapointed.
Contents & Furnishings
Erin inspected the items on the table.
The items here are of low quality and fully rusted through or broken, but she did find some that seemed in good quality.
There was also the leather bags filled with "Potons".
When examaning the bag, it was filled with a yellow, lotion like substance. The old Goblin waved and rubbed her chest and legs. Erin assumed it's a salve of sorts to heal with. If they are able to make this, it would be a great find for Terris Burg
The items here are of low quality and fully rusted through or broken, but she did find some that seemed in good quality.
There was also the leather bags filled with "Potons".
When examaning the bag, it was filled with a yellow, lotion like substance. The old Goblin waved and rubbed her chest and legs. Erin assumed it's a salve of sorts to heal with. If they are able to make this, it would be a great find for Terris Burg
Valuables
Goblin Potonz and various salvage seem to be the only thing Erin can find as she looked over the wares. Meatgrub eagerly hoped to make a trade.
Architecture
Her facination with this docile goblin tribe was peaked, when Halgor managed to negotiate a deal with them in order to stop the attacks on the reclimation parties.
"Meatgrub helped build the hut!" He said proudly. The old goblin smiled and nodded while chewing at her gums.
"Meatgrub gathererd many sticks and branches from the forest while sneaking around nasty beasties! It was quite scary, and many hobbies were smoshed, chomped, and burned... but Meatgrub survived! Meatgrub strong!"
"Meatgrub helped build the hut!" He said proudly. The old goblin smiled and nodded while chewing at her gums.
"Meatgrub gathererd many sticks and branches from the forest while sneaking around nasty beasties! It was quite scary, and many hobbies were smoshed, chomped, and burned... but Meatgrub survived! Meatgrub strong!"
History
Erin pointed at a few items, a Chest, and a few armor pieces that would fit into it. The elderly Goblin hoisted herself off the stool, hacking and wheezing the whole time.
Erin waited patiently, wanting to lend the elderly goblin a hand, but was unsure if it would be insulting to do so, since Meatgrub didn't seem to move to help her.
After a few more hefts, the elderly goblin pushed the chest loaded with weapons and armor out of the hut, panting and straining the whole way.
Granny Gob let out a fnal wheeze and fell face first onto the dirty cavern floor, and didn't move.
Erin motioned for her assistants to grab the chest, and they traded a months worth of purified food. She's unsure how the Goblins are handling the Terris Blight.
Meatgrub walked over to her, hands in his tattered pockets, and gave her a swift kick!
The elderly woman let out a massive hacking fit and hobbled up to her feet and took her place behind the bench. and looked around, oblivious to what just happened.
"Meatgrub asked Granny Gob why she needed hut." He explained proudly. "She smacked my brain and said it was Meatgrub fault that Humies and Elvsies and smelly Dwarveses are coming to the cave... "
He fidgeted a little, the elderly Goblin stopped her oblivious gaze and was glaring at Meatgrub. She waved a stick at him and yelled something Erin couldn't understand.
"Since Meatgrub caused them to come here, it was Meatgrub's job to ambasitor and sell to humies."
Meatgrub lead Erin away from the shambling hut and whispered.
"Granny Gob is mad at Meatgrub. She is keeping an eye on things and making sure Meatgrub doesn't get us enslaved."
Erin felt a twinge of guilt in her chest. These are the same types of Goblins her teams have encountered and killed on sight. She was always told of their savagry and cunning, but it seems it's something more is there too, at least with this tribe... She hopes she can keep them save, and part of the Guild's umbrella...
"Meatgrub can't wait till she dead... batty old... crazy..." the goblin grumbled. He grinned evilly as he seemed to be plotting something against her.
Erin thought it best move onto something else before she's responbible for Granny Gob's goblin assassination.
Erin waited patiently, wanting to lend the elderly goblin a hand, but was unsure if it would be insulting to do so, since Meatgrub didn't seem to move to help her.
After a few more hefts, the elderly goblin pushed the chest loaded with weapons and armor out of the hut, panting and straining the whole way.
Granny Gob let out a fnal wheeze and fell face first onto the dirty cavern floor, and didn't move.
Erin motioned for her assistants to grab the chest, and they traded a months worth of purified food. She's unsure how the Goblins are handling the Terris Blight.
Meatgrub walked over to her, hands in his tattered pockets, and gave her a swift kick!
The elderly woman let out a massive hacking fit and hobbled up to her feet and took her place behind the bench. and looked around, oblivious to what just happened.
"Meatgrub asked Granny Gob why she needed hut." He explained proudly. "She smacked my brain and said it was Meatgrub fault that Humies and Elvsies and smelly Dwarveses are coming to the cave... "
He fidgeted a little, the elderly Goblin stopped her oblivious gaze and was glaring at Meatgrub. She waved a stick at him and yelled something Erin couldn't understand.
"Since Meatgrub caused them to come here, it was Meatgrub's job to ambasitor and sell to humies."
Meatgrub lead Erin away from the shambling hut and whispered.
"Granny Gob is mad at Meatgrub. She is keeping an eye on things and making sure Meatgrub doesn't get us enslaved."
Erin felt a twinge of guilt in her chest. These are the same types of Goblins her teams have encountered and killed on sight. She was always told of their savagry and cunning, but it seems it's something more is there too, at least with this tribe... She hopes she can keep them save, and part of the Guild's umbrella...
"Meatgrub can't wait till she dead... batty old... crazy..." the goblin grumbled. He grinned evilly as he seemed to be plotting something against her.
Erin thought it best move onto something else before she's responbible for Granny Gob's goblin assassination.
Tourism
"So, are you going to welcome anyone to come here, or just the people from Terris Burg?" Erin asked.
Meatgrub thought a moment and nodded his head, it seems her ambasitor friend has made his first major ambasitorial decision.
She was proud of him!
"Yes..." he said. "Meatgrub think, if Goblins find others, we can be ambasitors too!"
Erin smiled, she was right about their cunning. She can have this goblin clan be her middle man to the more chaotic groups that are surely enhabiting the mountains and the plains of Ard'Vanwa.
"Well, as a gift from ambasitor... to ambassitor... I present you the Ring of Terris Burg." Erin said and held out one of the signant rings she gives her guild members. She knelt down as he put it on and smiled.
"This gives you, and only you, free access to come and go as you please." she explained. "If you're in trouble, or hurt, it will teleport you to our healers."
Meatgrub gave Erin a big hug and cried.
"No one give this much respect to Meatgrub!"
Erin patted the smelly little goblin's back and sighed...
Meatgrub thought a moment and nodded his head, it seems her ambasitor friend has made his first major ambasitorial decision.
She was proud of him!
"Yes..." he said. "Meatgrub think, if Goblins find others, we can be ambasitors too!"
Erin smiled, she was right about their cunning. She can have this goblin clan be her middle man to the more chaotic groups that are surely enhabiting the mountains and the plains of Ard'Vanwa.
"Well, as a gift from ambasitor... to ambassitor... I present you the Ring of Terris Burg." Erin said and held out one of the signant rings she gives her guild members. She knelt down as he put it on and smiled.
"This gives you, and only you, free access to come and go as you please." she explained. "If you're in trouble, or hurt, it will teleport you to our healers."
Meatgrub gave Erin a big hug and cried.
"No one give this much respect to Meatgrub!"
Erin patted the smelly little goblin's back and sighed...
Founding Date
Unknown
Alternative Names
Goblin Caves, Meatgrub's Caves,
Type
Shop, Magic
Parent Location
Owner
Ruling/Owning Rank
Owning Organization
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