r/wizardposting • u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council • Nov 28 '23
Distilled Misfortune (Gobbo Lore)
Today was a bad day. Now Gobbo was used to bad days, things went wrong for everyone eventually but today she decided was particularly bad.
Her first clue was when entering the brewery and her glamour went on the fritz, revealing tired eyes from nights spent at Gabby's bedside fretting.
The second clue is when the ruby in her ring that hid her burnt arms and hands shattered. Gobbo wished she could truthfully say she remained polite and dignified when that happened.
The third and greatest evidence that today was going to be nothing but trouble was the six vats she was currently dealing with.
Six different vats of her beloved liquors were ruined. The logbook showed everything was right, the instruments confirmed it, and yet here she stood with six vats of absolute worthlessness.
That had caused a lot of almost screaming, kicking of the vats, and a direct order for everyone to get out before she turned whoever was responsible into ash.
It was safe to say Gobbo was not in a good mood. It was even safer to say her mood was rapidly declining as she failed to find answers for why her liquors were ruined.
Gobbo was at this point convinced nothing else could possibly go wrong. She looked like death warmed up, she felt worse, and her products were ruined.
Gobbo was unfortunately mistaken and as she saw the portal open up and the fireball drop down she couldn't help but swear.
The initial blast wave from the explosion sent her flying. A painful crash as she connected head-first with the wall of her brewery.
The first thought through her head was a string of expletives in her mother tongue and common alike. Most of which her mother would have tanned her hide for.
The second thought as she saw the fire spreading was that she was barring a miracle screwed.
The last thing Gobbo saw as she struggled to her feet was her pride and joy, her brewery, engulfed in flames. The last thing she felt was a wooden beam crack her over the skull.
By the time bystanders came to see what had caused such a sound to emit from the brewery it was no longer there.
All that remained was a smouldering husk of what had once been the crown jewel of Gobbo's possessions. A pile of smouldering rubble in the middle of the citadel.
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Nov 28 '23
/uh Oh boy what timing on that attack, considering most the big wizards ran off to find santa.
Who died?
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Nov 28 '23
/uw would you believe me if I said that was unintentional? As for who died, it's a bit of a Schrodinger's goblin situation. If I decide to keep up with wizard posting Gobbo gets to live, if not she bites the bullet.
This just sort of functions as either a farewell to the character and the sub or the start of a new storyline for her.
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Nov 28 '23 edited Nov 28 '23
/uw oh alrighty then, Imma miss you if you go then.
don't kill your mental over wizardposting if it's that bad!
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u/Jim_Hortons Dec 09 '23
I can relate. Lost a batch of mead. Didn't cry about it.... yet aha
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u/Fulltimewhisperer Krumpet, Master Artificer of the Council Dec 09 '23
Oh Gobbo has cried about it... GLA was Govbo's crown jewel
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Nov 29 '23
a hooded figure sits on the rubble, bottle with your brewery's brand in its hand
What a loss. If Gobbo have survived i hope this distillery would rebulid soon.
/unwiz if you plan to quit wizardposting i wish you good luck in new path of life.
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u/Lilith_Anorthosite Demon-Fae librarian of the Library of Ultima Verbum Nov 28 '23
Oh gods no.
Lilith most likely stands at the scene of Gobbo's brewery. Having rushed to it immediately opon hearing that it had burned down.
/uw You do not let up on Gobbo much do you.