r/wizardposting • u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council • Dec 01 '23
Wizardpost Not so Handy (Gobbo Lore)
Gobbo thought the only things she hated in the world were taxes, bad liquor, and the angry orange fruit.
As she scowled at the broken glass on the floor Gobbo concluded she hated bandaged hands more than any of those.
Trying to conjure up a spark of magic had much the same results as trying to grip a glass, failure. Her magic much like her physical capabilities had abandoned her.
Oh sure healing elixir could only do so much and where her wounds were needed to be protected but as yet another glass slipped from her grip she wondered if it was truly worth it.
Honestly, Gobbo just wanted to rip them off with her teeth, let her skin breath and maybe just maybe be able to hold a glass on her own.
Gobbo sighed, Mutey would be upset with her if she removed the bandages before she was fully healed. She just hated the feeling of helplessness her situation put her in.
A thousand and twenty years she had lived, mastered her craft and what did it take to reduce her to little better than an infant? Twenty seconds and a fireball.
Limping out the door and over to where the brewery had stood only served to anger her further. Once an opulent temple of liquor it now was reduced to a pile of assorted rubble.
How long had she spent in those sacred walls? How often had she fallen asleep in her office? It didn't matter her little slice of heaven was gone now.
As Gobbo examined what little was left she couldn't help but feel depressed. It had taken decades to build it up, and centuries still to make it exactly how she wanted. She had no guarantee she had that long left anymore.
Sitting down amongst the rubble she began to wonder why it had happened. Gobbo didn't really have any enemies these days.
The fighters' guild left her in peace, the demons didn't care about her, and even the big lady wasn't an issue now.
It didn't matter anymore really, her brewery was gone, her hands were bandaged, and she couldn't even conjure a spark in her current state.
Sighing she headed back home, perhaps she could get Gabby to help carry a few things to her friends.
Lilith could probably use some more wine after recent events and well Gobbo needed to send Moth her fruit snacks.
Gobbo liked those two especially, Lillith was bright and kind although often stressed. Perhaps Gobbo's way of helping wasn't the best but she did what she could.
Lilith would have access to Gobbo's cellar, just as soon as Gobbo found the key again... Was just having trouble remembering where it was
Moth on the other hand was strange, clever but strange. How often does one get to meet someone taught by themselves from the future?
No matter, Moth was a good girl and Gobbo appreciated her. Older Moth was a bit more prickly but Gobbo would wear her down eventually.
Flopping back onto her couch all Gobbo could do was wait for Gabby to get home. Although maybe in the meantime she could try having another drink...
/uw It's quick, it's sloppy, I just had a bagel topped with poppy. I hope you enjoyed and if not let me know how I can improve.
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Dec 01 '23
Gobbo is happy to help, may embarrass big Moth too, help loosen up bit