Home Office: Hogspeak Mine

[Mirtok 2853]

*Posters are hung up all throughout the capital city of Providence as well on message boards across the Empire. A lightly illustrated image of a grizzled bearded man greets you at the top. Further down, a finely detailed but poorly reproduced map depicts a long winding path towards an obviously marked X over a red dot. You take a moment to admire the sigil of the Imperial Home Office stamped into the bottom right corner of the advert before reading the following . . .

 

An old Hansetian panhandler repairing a tear in his coat while prospecting at Hogspeak, 1807

 

Attention citizens of the Empire! Do you dream of fame and fortune? Have you ideals of grandeur but none of the aristocratic fandanglings to make it in with the big shots? Is that powdered wig you’ve had your eyes on just outside your price range? In this new world where a mina goes much further than it used to but getting it just doesn't seem to come easy, it can be hard to find your way. Until now!

 

Introducing
Hogspeak Mine

The Northern Lords with a great financial investment by Prince Joseph Leopold have discovered a rich pocket of minerals and ores just South of the border, ripe for the everyday man’s exploitation. So long as you’ve two arms and a heart for the great outdoors, you too can live a life of luxury. Even if you have one arm, the world is your oyster . . . or in this case a hole in the ground! Mining offers a lucrative and rewarding outlet in the realm of sweat equity. Pick by pick, you can build your own personal treasury one chunk of coal at a time. Join your fellow citizens in the deep unexplored recesses of this completely alien landscape and rip out your own meagre slice of wealth today!

 

Follow the Northern Highway due North from Providence, past the looming visage of Dobrov, through Mordskov and hook a right just before gazing upon the freshwater streams of Valles. Exciting adventure- or back breaking labor- awaits you in the North!

 

 

*At the bottom of the page in barely legible font and ink that is nearly the same color as the advertisement parchment is the following message:

 

Disclaimer: Hogspeak Mine is property of the Imperial Home Office of the Holy Orenian Empire, with exclusivity rights granted to the peers of Mordskov and Valles. The Home Office is not liable for any injury, sickness, or deaths incurred in, at, or near the Hogspeak Mine as a result of workplace hazards to include but not limited to; falls, crushings, cave-ins, vicious hog attacks, gold foot, cave madness, or necrotic reanimation. Prospectors are responsible for providing for their own provisions and protection. Please contact an inquisitor if you start hearing disembodied voices after entering the mine. Please do not touch the glowing green substances that occasionally seep through the cave walls . . . it’s not worth it. Good luck!
 

[Nectorist 12869]

"You can find me and the boys at Hogspeak," says Franz, posing with a pickaxe for a portrait to be put in a pro-mining advertisement.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

Charlotte Augusta looked upon her father's announcement with great pride, yet another benefit to the people provided by the Imperial Household of Aldersberg!

[grnappa 1230]

Sir Erik Othaman, the Lord of Valles, sighs as he looks at his very empty money safe. "Well, at least we got the Empire more resources. Let the mining rush come in and enjoy the fruits of the Hogspeak Mine!"

[TheNunnery 1853]

 

A small maid would be seen, sweeping off the dust from the books up in the upper floor to the miniature cyan-colored couches near the main entrance of the Augustine Palace, on the first floor. The maid dusting off these small seats would have a neat posture and a kind smile on her face, after a couple of minutes, she would walk towards the kitchen to fetch a drink. As the maid got a drink, she passed by a fallen pamphlet and picked it up, this article which was titled Home Office: Hogspeak Mine.

 

 Once a couple of minutes had passed. She had already finished with a reading article and already had gotten her glass of water, the maid commented to herself with a soft smile and a cheerful tone. "What a glorious find! Aye! But it does seem dangerous" After Madame Braun's comment, she would then place the glass back into the sink to wash the glass, then afterward, the woman picked up her duster and went back to dusting off the miniature couches from before. 

 

[Mescaffier 6197]

"Great! A mine to send all of my bothersome children to!" cackled a blonde-haired leviathan, idly counting a stack of painfully bedazzled coins and golden trinkets. The bridge of her nose wrinkled at the aurum, reeling back as a face peeked over the shining columns. Her hand trailed along a wall, jagged with black diamonds & cruely torn scales of some creature; obsessive over her riches like a wretched drake. 

"You, fetch Vasili. I have a task for him," Viktoriya sneered at the mention of her Otha-born by-blow. "There's money to be made."