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= | =The Thunderstruck Mule= | ||
[[File:Time-Icon.png|40px]] There's no wagon here, no awning, no wheels at all. Just a woman, a mule, and a bowed cart of goods that seems to set itself up in about the time it takes to blink. The air around this stall never quite settles: hair lifts on its own, small hairs prickle upright, and every so often something crackles faintly with no visible source. Regulars know to leave their metal jewelry in their packs before they browse. | |||
Odessa Vane is a solo storm-chaser, weathered and sun-cracked, with a laugh like distant thunder and boots that have crossed more open plains than most people have crossed rooms. Her mule, Rumble, was struck by lightning years back and came out the other side changed, mane permanently floating as if underwater, sparks jumping off his harness when he's annoyed, hooves that never seem to need shoeing. Odessa sells what storms leave behind: fulgurite-edged blades, charge-humming armor, oddments that hum if you hold them too long. She doesn't chase weather for the thrill of it. She chases it because Rumble does, and she stopped asking why a long time ago. | |||
==Event== | |||
Roll 1d6 on a 5+, Thunderheads gather on the horizon, and Odessa's eyes go distant and pleased. "Stock's about to be replenished," she says, and knocks 10% off everything at her stall today. | |||
==Local Gathering== | ==Local Gathering== | ||
Roll | Roll 1 time on this table | ||
{| class="wikitable" | {| class="wikitable" style="color:black; background-color:#efeae2;border: 2px solid #B21224;" | ||
! Roll 1d6 !! Townsfolk | ! Roll 1d6 !! Townsfolk | ||
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| '''1''' | | '''1''' - '''6''' || [[Odessa Vane|<span style="color:#A6932B">'''Odessa Vane</span>]] The Thunderstruck Mule | ||
|} | |} | ||
==Travel Locations== | ==Travel Locations== | ||
* | *To the '''[[CCVV-0087|Farmers Market Center]]''' | ||
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[[Category:CCVV-Location]] | [[Category:CCVV-Location]] | ||
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Latest revision as of 17:04, 8 July 2026
| Dicey Dangers, The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | Game by Joel Hills |
The Thunderstruck Mule
There's no wagon here, no awning, no wheels at all. Just a woman, a mule, and a bowed cart of goods that seems to set itself up in about the time it takes to blink. The air around this stall never quite settles: hair lifts on its own, small hairs prickle upright, and every so often something crackles faintly with no visible source. Regulars know to leave their metal jewelry in their packs before they browse.
Odessa Vane is a solo storm-chaser, weathered and sun-cracked, with a laugh like distant thunder and boots that have crossed more open plains than most people have crossed rooms. Her mule, Rumble, was struck by lightning years back and came out the other side changed, mane permanently floating as if underwater, sparks jumping off his harness when he's annoyed, hooves that never seem to need shoeing. Odessa sells what storms leave behind: fulgurite-edged blades, charge-humming armor, oddments that hum if you hold them too long. She doesn't chase weather for the thrill of it. She chases it because Rumble does, and she stopped asking why a long time ago.
Event
Roll 1d6 on a 5+, Thunderheads gather on the horizon, and Odessa's eyes go distant and pleased. "Stock's about to be replenished," she says, and knocks 10% off everything at her stall today.
Local Gathering
Roll 1 time on this table
| Roll 1d6 | Townsfolk |
|---|---|
| 1 - 6 | Odessa Vane The Thunderstruck Mule |
Travel Locations
- To the Farmers Market Center
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The Creepy Creature of Vulture's Vineyard | ******************************************************************************************************************************************** |