h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Yes, I suppose it would be a good idea to have all the King's construction projects contracted out. The question is, who could do it cheaper? A mage or a giant?

Umm ... the rocks in the "rock" spell have to disappear after it is cast. You can't just use the spell to produce an infinate amount of rocks whenever you need them. That would completely eliminate the need for quarrys! (or however you spell those stone-digging places)

Nerd42

okay. Was just wondering is all (and he was really trying to help the poor frightened villagers w/over at the well too ).

[Sharp]: "Well If my full name wasn't Sharp Ecg , (Blah,blah,bla... of secondary,tertiary and quateirnary names of family house*), then I wouldn't say, but...it seems as thought here used to be some sort of a wall. *casts s again just for the h*ll of it, then tries out some of the overlays onto the base spell* "dings!" }Ptchuunk!{ is the noise heard several times as the several -paperweights fall down. "Flames." }Fwoosh!{**, "Ah, what the h*ll," *aims down* Ice-s!" }Crinkl-y!{ Ground is made slippery for a little while. "& Elec.s, ey!" }Fzzt!{ "Yeah, that's what I thought, uh-huh. Oh-oh. Look out dark-magus 'cuz here I,-whooa-aaah!" *slips and falls on bum from stepping onto the frosted-over patch of ground.*
"Ow." Something (Nae someone?) is heard chuckling @ him for the stupid folly. "Hey, what're you -ing @? Think that's funny does you?! ...Well, come to think of it, i s'ppose yeah,-that yeah it is," he replied to his so far unseen observer lamely.

: footnote: * 'cuz that's how a human does it as opposed to the dwarves' version.),
**:just like Gannon in classic LOZ games.

[Sharp]: "Blasted crows!" *casts a spell @ them*
[Crows]: }Caw!{ }Caw-o!{ }Ack!{
*collects the black feathers and sticks them in a bag.*
" That's what I thought." goes to the marketplace wondering where he could sell someone crow-feathers @. "Gotta be an apothecary or something what's what, somewhere's like. Or could whittle 'em inta pens..." *s, so as to try and get there while there is still a place open (for that sort of thing).*

@ the market-place:
[Sharp]: s whittling brand-fresh, new feather-quill-pens.
"There we go all "X__#hundred&fifty dozen or so(rather very large crows those were). That about settles it. There."
"Excuse me ma'am," said to a shopgoer (doing what else? shopping),"Do you know of anywhere where I might be able to sell someone a decent sized-stock of quill pens by the by?"

: Oh I meant to have Sharp doing the crow blasting @ the edge of the forest. Oh well

[Fat Merchant] Aye! I'd like some fedders! 'ow 'spensive are they?
Nerd42

[Sharp]: "Not so much money, Mebbe a 1/2 a each or so. Got 'em offa some h*lla big sizea crows."

[Fat Merchant] Well, that's a reasonable price! I'll take twenty!

Nerd42

[Sharp]: Thankee kindly & a good day to yeh.
*exits* still -ing.
*goes back to inn*

[Sharp]: "I'm wondering where to buy a staff." *Looks at some shops.*
: not a terribly complicated or fancy one, necessarily. A plain old wooden one or maybe a metal one would do just fine.

[Sharp]: *enters marketplace*
"Here we go. Hot, freshly roasted batwings for sale!"
" Apiece!"

[Sharp]: *counts out 5 batwings, is willing to sell 4 of them.*
(thinking): I want to keep one though. Might just happen to need it later...

[Sharp]: *Puts 1 back away into coat pocket*
count: 4 cooked batwings,
1 stored for later.

[Dwarven Merchant]

Nerd42

[Sharp]: "No , them's not for eatin's, they's plenty good fer potions! I'm serious. you don't believe me, yas can always goan aska ."

[Dwarven Merchant] Ah, not my buisiness, lad. I'm a fletcher. I make and sell arrows. Pretty poor buisiness of late. *sigh*
it might still be possible to sell to this guy you're on the right track ... try to engage his interest given his particular industry this is fun
Nerd42

[Sharp]: (Stretching his creative-out-of-boxing skills): "Well out over by this fields like," *indicates the field between the market and the Dark Forest from befores* "...Was a huule tona size crows likes, that had plenty really nice feathers..." "...Don't knows if I have any left though, selled mosta them to this fat merchant fella awhiles before...Make great quill pens, as it turns out, by the by..."
: Like that?

[Sharp]: "Now,-If'n ye, say somebody could find me some sorta a weighted throw-net kindof a thing (with a lanyard on the middle part, fer catching stuffs and holdin' onto it),-Then I could probably catch yas a whole tonna crows over theres like."