Here is my
poorly edited log of the event. It’s late but I wanted to give people the opportunity to see what was said if they so desire…
— Robert aka Faulkil
Hefty Hibbits just arrived.
>look hibb
You see Hefty Hibbits.
He appears to be a Brughan Halfling.
He is indescribably short and has stubby arms and legs. He appears to be in his second childhood. He has close-set grey eyes and alabaster skin. He has closely shaved, spiky peppered hair with long, dull red sideburns. He has an oval face, a broad nose and a short unkempt dull red beard. He has a pronounced pot belly.
He has a light sephwir pipe clenched between his teeth.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a brushed blue felt hat, a pair of soft rabbit fur earmuffs, a fraying red and ivory cameline scarf, a crumb-covered beige canvas pack, several tight-fitting tunics of various furs and leathers, a coil of braided jute rope, a chipped dark iron bucket, some grey wool pants tearing at the seams, and a pair of thick blue fur boots attached to large snowshoes.
Niadja waves to Hibbits.
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, “Welcome to service night!”
Hibbits looks around meticulously, scrutinizing each detail as an inspector would.
>Hibbits exclaims, “What’s the meaning of this gathering?!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “This is White Haven House, it’s service night tonight! We’re offerin’ free services for anybody in need.”
>Niadja smiles.
>Hibbits says, “Sounds like evil at play. A room of magicians, with all that has befallen lately…”
>Hibbits stomps around the courtyard, scanning each nook and cranny.
>Maylan glances at Hibbits.
>Brokkrsten squints at Hibbits.
>Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, “We’re not all magicians…”
Speaking to Hibbits, you say, “Some of us are hedgewizards.”
Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “We have a strict no-evil policy here at White Haven.”
>Niadja nods.
Hibbits says, “I’m not even sure what that is, but it sounds like a problem.”
>Hibbits exclaims, “And all this snow!! Which of you has been conjuring that?!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, “We pride ourselves on avoiding problems, actually.”
Speaking to Hibbits, you say, “It IS winter.”
Hibbits scoffs at you.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “Have you ever been to this town before?”
Speaking to Hibbits, you exclaim, “Really!”
Speaking to you, Hibbits exclaims, “It’s always winter!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “It snows all the time.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten says, “Been snowin’ fer a while. Does that a lot here…”
>Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits asks, “I’m unofficial Deputy Mayor! Have YOU ever been here?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “Did Nihala elect you?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, “Did Nihala appoint you?”
>Kotin begins chuckling at Hibbits!
>The voice of Nicolao murmurs, “Unofficial, hmm.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “How can you be unofficial Deputy Mayor without recognizing an officer of your finest local institution?”
Hibbits says, “I am not permitted to discuss the mayor. You’ll have to take those matters up with the Council. The situation is… rather confidential.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “Are you one of those crazy banditos who tried takin’ over the town awhile back?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “So you are concerned with this snow? It appears normal to me. Some yellow snow here and there, but that can’t be helped. I had a lot to drink last night, afterall.”
>Hibbits snorts!
>Oubar ponders.
>Snowflakes drift to the ground.
>Kotin agrees with Maylan.
>Speaking to Niadja, Hibbits exclaims, “Do I look like a bandit to you!”
>Hibbits stamps his feet.
>Kotin glances at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Maylan, Hibbits says, “I’m concerned with the sorcery that I feel brewing.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “The bucket and the rope is sorta makin’ me wonder.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, “There’s no more sorcery here than usual, so far as I can tell.”
You say, “Sorcery? It’s SNOW.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “Have you attempted to locate the source of this….sorcery?”
>Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, “Bandits has sorcery… theys removing my magics.”
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “Perhaps you’re overreacting a bit?”
>Niadja offers Hibbits a winterberry red ale.
>Oubar agrees with Niadja.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, “Have some ale!”
>Hibbits says, “You’re not as in tune with the town as you think.”
>Hibbits groans.
>Hibbits accepts Niadja’s red ale.
>Speaking to Hibbits, you say, “BEST ALE in all Icemule.”
>Niadja agrees with you.
>Hibbits sniffs at his red ale.
>Snowflakes flutter to the ground.
>Brokkrsten nods in agreement to you.
>Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.
>Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.
>Hibbits pours some of his ale on the ground. A puddle of dark red liquid forms, and then quickly evaporates.
Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “If you’re this put off by snow, perhaps it’s you who’s not as in tune as you think?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “Excuse me sir, no one is more in tune with Icemule than White Haven.”
>Frumpous gasps.
>Maylan snorts!
>Kotin scrapes around and gathers up a handful of snow.
>Kotin rolls a handful of snow around in his hands until it is perfectly rounded.
>Kotin winds up and hurls a perfectly rounded snowball toward Hibbits. At the last moment Hibbits tries to dodge the rounded snowball but ends up sticking his face right in its path. That had to hurt!
>Hibbits roars, “FINE! Don’t head my warning!”
>Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, “Snow seems fine to me.”
>You hear someone chuckling.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “What was the warnin’ again?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “Do you have any evidence of this sorcery?”
Speaking to Hibbits, you ask, “What warning? Scary snow is here?”
>Hibbits exclaims, “But changes are afoot and I can feel them beneath these snowshoes… The ground cries out!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten asks, “An…. what was that warnin?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “Ah missed it with alla flailin’ ‘n talkin’.”
Hibbits coaxes, “You citizens there, you’d better band together now. I can tell you that.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “Are you a shaman of the land?”
Speaking to Hibbits, you exclaim, “Icemule always does!”
You agree with Hibbits.
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “Gladly. but against what and where?”
>Hibbits asks, “Any citizens in this courtyard?”
You say, “It’s one of the things I love about here.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, “In point of fact… it’s snow. It happens, especially at this time of year. You’ll need something more concrete than that.”
>Bilfords says, “All Icemuyle citizens are banded together, it’s how we survive.”
>Maylan exclaims, “Lemme at em lemme at em!”
>Bilfords nods once at Hibbits.
You raise your hand.
Speaking heartily to Richheal, Kotin says, “Make the gap tigher than Hibbet’s toes.”
>The voice of Nicolao says, “Banding together is something that we do here. Rather well, I feel.”
>Niadja raises her hand.
>Oubar says, “I’m a proud citizen of Icemule… it’s what drew me to Ice Haven in the first place.”
>Hibbits removes an opaline snowball pin from in his beige canvas pack.
Speaking to Hibbits, you say, “There’s always friendly citizens around here.”
You grin at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Bilfords, Hibbits asks, “Got one of these?”
Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, “What is it?”
>Bilfords cocks his head at Hibbits.
>Hibbits offers Bilfords an opaline snowball pin.
Hibbits proceeds to setup a list for citizend to join and hands out Icemule citizen pins during the remaining encounter.
>Bilfords accepts Hibbits’s snowball pin.
>Bilfords beams happily at Hibbits!
>Hibbits says, “A citizenship pinp.”
>Hibbits exclaims, “Pin, too!”
>Hibbits stamps his feet.
You turn to Hibbits and cheer!
>Oubar nods approvingly at Hibbits.
Hibbits exclaims, “Who else is a citizen?!”
>Hibbits exclaims, “Times like these call for us to band together!”
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan exclaims, “Whoa! Watch where you’re stamping! The whole ground shook!”
Speaking heartily to Hibbits, Kotin says, “Can you make that happens? I works hard around here.. theys can tells ya.”
>Hibbits exclaims, “If you’re a citizen, join the list! Band together!”
>Joness glances at Hibbits, teeth chattering and rubbing his hands together for warmth.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia asks, “What do you think is wrong with the snow?”
>Speaking to Pookia, Hibbits exclaims, “That’s the frustrating thing! I don’t know!!”
>Speaking to Pookia, Hibbits exclaims, “I do know there’s something wrong with the mayor— erp, I’ve said too much!”
>Maylan gawks at Hibbits.
>Pookia ponders.
>Niadja glances at Hibbits.
>Oubar raises an eyebrow in Hibbits’s direction.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, “What’s wrong with Nihala?!”
>The voice of Nicolao asks, “What, was she kidnapped again?”
Speaking to Hibbits, you say, “I haven’t seen the mayor in ages and ages.”
>Hibbits asks, “Can citizens who want a pin join the list?”
Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia says, “Does it LOOk wrong? or smell wrong? or what.”
>Speaking to you, Hibbits whispers aloud, “There’s a reason for that…”
>Hibbits screams, “NO MORE QUESTIONS!”
>Snowflakes drift silently to the ground.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “Are you sure?”
>Bilfords begins chuckling at Hibbits!
>Niadja stares at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja exclaims, “We love our mayor ‘n we’re worried sick about her! You can’t pretend ya know where she is and what’s wron’ with her and then not give details!”
>Niadja offers Hibbits a kumys-glazed snowberry tart.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “Kumys tarts … mmmm ….”
>Hibbits exclaims, “Ooh, a tart!”
Hibbits accepts Niadja’s snowberry tart.
>Hibbits sniffs at his snowberry tart.
>Hibbits carefully places a kumys-glazed snowberry tart on the ground.
>Hibbits stomps on the tart until it is nothing but a stain in the snow.
>Joness gasps.
>Pookia’s jaw drops.
>Joness squeaks oddly.
>Oubar blinks.
>Niadja’s jaw drops.
>(Pookia tries to put the tart back together.)
>Speaking to Hibbits, Bilfords asks, “Now you’re going to tell us your a halfong that doesn’t like tarts?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “I take it you’re not a fan?”
>Hibbits says, “Hush, I’m concentrating.”
>Hibbits exclaims, “Believe me or not… something is AFOOT!”
>Hibbits points at his thick blue fur boots.
>Speaking to Maylan, Bilfords says, “Master Tart Stomper.”
>Joness wiggles his toes at Hibbits in a fanciful display of his well-groomed feet.
>The voice of Nicolao helpfully adds, “That’s -unofficial- deputy something or other.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Pookia says, “A foot just murdered that poor tart.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “It’s UNDER yer foot. It’s a tart. Or was.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “Look mister, I’m still trying to figure out who you are. I didn’t say anything about not believing you.”
>Hibbits exclaims, “I’m the Unofficial Deputy Mayor and you can address your concerns with me later!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “How do we get hold of ya … later?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “I’ve seen many strange things in my day and perhaps I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you need to tell us what you know.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “We can’t help you if you aren’t forthcoming with information.”
>Hibbits asks, “What is wrong with her indeed?”
>Hibbits says, “She hasn’t been seen in years upon years.”
>Hibbits shrugs.
>Hibbits says, “I’m here doing her business, that’s all you need to know for now.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “So … she sent ya.”
>Speaking to Brokkrsten, Hibbits exclaims, “Whitehaven is a nosy group!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar repeats, “For now.”
>Rioja grins at Hibbits.
>Bilfords laughs at Hibbits!
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “I think you mean we are a LIVELY group.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, “We’re invested in this town.”
>The royal penguin waves her stubby wings about.
>Pookia nods at Hibbits.
>Bilfords says, “Noisy yes…”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten exclaims, “Ayup. We are a loud bunch. But we’re friendly, ta be sure!”
>Hibbits exclaims, “I am too! Why do you think I’m here!”
>Bilfords nods at Hibbits.
>Hibbits rages in frustration, seething.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “Ah get that you’re tryin’ to warn us, ‘n we appreciate that. But yer not bein’ specific-like.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “Without more information, none of us are really sure. You call for us to band together, and we’re more than willing, but against WHAT?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “You say the snow is….strange. Do you have any thoughts as to the source of the strangeness?”
>Speaking softly to Hibbits, Enestrie asks, “Can you give us some details?”
Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “Perhaps you could tell us what is wrong with the snow if you taste it.”
>Hibbits rolls his eyes.
>Hibbits says, “If you think the taste is the problem, you need to look deeper.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “Tell me where to look.”
>Maylan cocks her head at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “It’s frozen water… How much deeper can we look?”
>Hibbits says, “I’ll tell you more as soon as I can.”
Hibbits exclaims, “RIght now it’s dangerous to assume… that’s why I look for evidence!”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja says, “We’ll make sure the word gets spread.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “Of WHAT?”
>Enestrie glances at Hibbits.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan says, “Well I am curious as to what you will present to us.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, “We’d be happy to help search, if we knew what to look for.”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Maylan asks, “Sure you don’t want to taste it one more time?”
>look>Hibbits says, “Join together, filthy tart lovers…”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “Ya don’t like tarts? What kinda Halflin’ are ya?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “What do you need us to do, precisely? Just be ready, or is there something we can do to help?”
>Hibbits exclaims, “At this point, be ready for anything!”
>Speaking to Oubar, Niadja says, “We needa spread the word.”
>Hibbits suddenly looks nervous and distracted.
>Hibbits says, “I need to get back before—“
>Speaking to Hibbits, Brokkrsten asks, “Before?”
>Maylan raises an eyebrow in Hibbits’s direction.
>Niadja peers quizzically at Hibbits.
>Oubar squints at Hibbits.
>Speaking curiously to Hibbits, Niadja asks, “Afore what?”
>Enestrie turns an inquisitive ear toward Hibbits.
Hibbits appears to be frozen in concentration.
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar asks, “When can we look for you to check in again, and let us know how we can help?”
>Speaking to Hibbits, Oubar says, “I want to get the word out, so we can get as many as possible.”
Hibbits says, “I’ve waited too late…”
>Hibbits says, “I should have been back before now.”
>Hibbits asks, “Can’t you feel that sorcery in the air?!?!?”
>Snowflakes drift silently to the ground.
>Hibbits screams!
>Hibbits is suddenly sucked into a void that rips open above him! With a loud pop, he is gone!
>Niadja ponders.
>Retaxis sniffs.
>Retaxis shakes his head.
>Oubar blinks.
>Maylan blinks.
>Niadja blinks.
>Pookia exclaims, “Well!”
>Maylan says, “Well then.”
>Oubar says, “That….”
>Enestrie gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
You work your fingers under your floppy purple hat and scratch your head.
>Richheal says, “Um, Hibbits just vanished….”
>The royal penguin squawks.
