The Grand Halfling Treasure Hunt

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo sits in the Drunken Sheep Inn, the evening sun casting long shadows across the rippling, crystal waters of the Tookwater. He takes a puff on his pipe, savouring the pleasant moment. Once finished blowing circles of smoke out of the door, he beckons the gaggle of Halflings inside the Inn, and thrusts a flagon of Applespice Mead into each of their grubby hands. Rising from his seat, he takes a position at the end of the table, the reassuring crackling of the warm fireplace the only sound in the room before he speaks up

I ‘ave a wee game fer ye fellows an’ lasses to play. Well I were in my burrow thinkin’ o’ things ta do round the Vale an’ I decided we should ‘ave a good old treasure hunt, y’know, like they do in the stories.

So I got writin’ some riddles an’ drawin’ maps an’ placing chests full of booty round the Vale! It’s yer task to find the chests o’ loot so ye can get the riddle an’ map fer the next one! I’ll need proof, mind, so draw a picture o’ the chest an’ what ye find in it to prove ye found it first.

Faldo places a tattered old map on the table in the Inn, the Halflings gathering around it eagerly. Faldo then takes out his lute and begins to pluck a quaint melody with the strings, singing what appears to be a riddle, the first clue in the treasure hunt.

I have four wings,

but cannot fly,

I never laugh and never cry;

On the same spot I'm always found,

toiling away with little sound.

((Rules are as follows:

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You must take a screenshot of the location of the chest and the contents you found to prove that you did indeed find the chest first.

Do NOT go tearing up the land in search of chests hidden in the ground. Often they will not be in the ground and you will be ruining the Vale.
Halfling residents to take part only.
No foul play or general mischief.))

[Sorsby 123]

*Tibb runs into the inn, shouting excitedly about his find*

"I found te first treasure chest! Look 'ere, it was attached te the windmill, inside I found all sorts o' goodies, 'ere look!"

*Tibb brandishes a quickly drawn sketch of the location and contents of the chest*

*Tibb shows them around the room to the intrigued town members, each marvelling at the pure genious of Tibb, how he could have figured out such a difficult riddle they do not know...*

"Well it makes sense, 'ere, four sails fer four wings, it can't fly... It ain' an' 'alflin so it can't laugh or cry an' it never moves from it's spot or makes a sound! Ye see?!"

*Tibb then hurries off to collect his loot and store it in his burrow*

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Bili frowns at Tibb's discovery, shouting,

I be' ye cheated, ye ol' coot!

[Sorsby 123]

"Yer jus' jealous Lobo! I didn't cheat, I'm jus' clever ye see!"

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Bili scoffs, as he turns to the Elder.

Ye'r so ol', ye couldn' even remembe' me name! I's Bili!

[Sorsby 123]

"Eh... blooody 'ell! My bad lad!"

*storms off in a grumbling rage*

((LOL, My bad with the name, my instincts tell me to attack Lobo :D))

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo marvels at the swiftness at which Tibb found the loot. Grumbling about having to do another map and riddle quicker than he expected, he is in a bit of a tantrum.

Aye, yer big nose sniffed 'em out good, Tibb. Now that shovel there is the very shovel I used to fend off them nasty Goblinsfolk! Knocked his 'ead clean off his shoulders I did, I think it fell in a nearby rabbit hole too!

[Watyll 1104]

((and thus the game of golf was invented))

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo, after many moons of hard cartography and loot collecting, finally reveals the next map, pinning it to the Branborough notice board. Below it he pins another note of parchment, with the riddle written upon it,

Wear me in any kind of weather

Shine the Sun on me

and I'm gone forever

Salt me and I disappear

Yuk! Just keep me out of your beer

Women love me

and so do men

especially at that time of year

[Sorsby 123]

*Tibb runs excitedly in to the inn for the second time*

"Lads an' lasses, I, Tibb, 'ave found te second tresure chest!"

*Tibb proudly holds up a few hastily drawn pictures of the location of the chest, as well as a list of the treasure inside*

*Tibb stands proudly, showing his loot to everybody and anybody, including Lobo, who angrily eyes it... seeing as he was so close to claiming it for himself...*

[Beneh 227]

Nex' time Tibb... Nex' time...

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo curses Tibb under his breath for being able to sniff out such loot and vows to make the next even harder and more adventurous than the last two put together.

[Fid 566]

((and thus the game of golf was invented))

((Golfimbul the Goblin King, the Battle of Greenfields... epic LOTR lore right there))

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo reveals another map, this time the edges are charred and burned away, revealing only a fraction of the map. He strums an ominous tune on his lute as he softly places the map down, and sings the riddle of the third map,

At the foot of a kneeling knight,

At which roses lie,

And candles guide our night.

A sunken boat,

A crushed dream,

At this point do treasures gleam.

((Two pieces of treasure to be found here))

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

Arrives back in the vale huffing and puffing and carrying a little sheet of paper. On the paper is a list of all the things and a very poorly drawn picture that looks like a stick man in a dirty hole along with a chest and a crafting bench. On the list bellow the words: "The last bastion Stock up and sail out!" is a few lines of a detailed stock.

List:

38 Loaves of bread

41 acorns (Oak saplings)

10 solid logs

1 Dandelion

54 wheat seeds

1 small pile of planks (1 plank)

1 glass pane

1 rusty wood hatch

4 brown clumps of wool

And: The makings of 13 Little boats

-Aris