A flint snapped in the dark. Greasy flame rippled over meagre kindling; hair and pine chippings soaked in oil. A startling blaze. A blinding point in a pitchy void. "S'bright," mumbled Dole, squinting tired eyes. He pulled his miner's cap low. His companion, a spindly ragman with a sack and a guitar on his back, shaded his red […]
If a patch of mold has sprung up in your cellar, you'd best investigate. Check the mold's consistency. If it's black, brown, green, or at all fuzzy, you're fine; scrub it off and don't worry about it again. If it's grey, streaked with pus-yellow veins, and spotted with slimy, wiggling flagella, you may be in […]
Shawn licked a handful of gravel, spat. He held a lantern to the grit. "Marble and mold" he said, licking his palette. "We'd best watch out." He scattered the tiny stones. They clattered on the cavern floor. "Aye" replied the bearded Dole. He produced a small cage from his hide caver's jacket, handed it to […]
If, while delving in a deep cave, you find a large, red gemstone under some moldy bones and an old woolen hat, know that you have found a hob. Simply pick it up (taking care, it's likely as large as your head) and take it home. Wash off all the old mold, then put it in […]