hot-sauce-giver

[hot-sauce-giver]

you're awesome. hot sauce giver is a sfth fan. I don't even know who you are you just like my posts and Exist and it's fucking amazing

Thank you. I don’t know who you are either, stranger, but I’m glad you exist as well.

[hot-sauce-giver]

Stop by any time, stranger.

thanks @hot-sauce-giver i actually just ran out

[hot-sauce-giver]

if you have the mental capacity for it, i think everyone should try and run a gimmick/funny roleplay blog at least once in their tumblr career

[hot-sauce-giver]

Hellooo I see you give hot sauce to people? Look out for Luke Manning >:)

That I do, stranger. I'll keep an eye out

[hot-sauce-giver]

I feel like those of you familiar with the Merchant’s story would be interested to know that in the D&D campaign I’m currently part of, the entire party has been semi permanently trapped in the Feywild (we voluntarily went because one of us made a portal and didn’t tell anyone that she couldn’t make a portal back)

[hot-sauce-giver]

It's been a longass time soo, maybe you don't do this anymore but 4 of hearts??

The Eleventh visible entry: Four of Hearts

((The journal cracks open once again, flicking through pages already uncovered - past the melted, long-dried blob that makes up the vast majority of it until the book - until it settles on one we haven't yet seen. A yellowed slip of what used to be thick, high quality paper flutters to the floor beside it.))

Ta has left me a message! I haven't heard from them since I arrived, and expected silence until tada journey ended and mine began. The message itself, which laid out on that old bench for hours before I found the courage to touch it, I will leave here so that it is not lost.

((The slip of paper unfolds.))

Heyyy, my nameless friend! So, okay, it's been a while, I know, and I'm really sorry about this but I really gotta stay away a liiittle while longer, haha okay cool good talk I'm gonna... I'll just, y'know, be on my merry way now! Bye! ~Ti

Ta hasn't changed at all since I met them.

PT for those who have trouble with the font size: Heyyy, my nameless friend! So, okay, it's been a while, I know, and I'm really sorry about this but I really gotta stay away a liiittle while longer, haha okay cool good talk I'm gonna... I'll just, y'know, be on my merry way now! Bye!

[hot-sauce-giver]

My friend. How is your egg?

Hot sauce? What an unfortunate name. If you'd be so kind as to direct me towards your friend, I'll be on my way.

-🖇️

UH SURE!! HOTSAUCE USUALLY SHOWS UP RANDOMLY BUT THEY SHOULD HAVE A SHOP UHHHHH SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE!

[hot-sauce-giver]

Fine. Keep an... Ear out, I guess.

-🖇️

Very well.

[hot-sauce-giver]

Well, what good are you then?

-🖇️

Be civil, please. I cannot bring your friend to you, but perhaps I can free them, or aid their efforts to free themself.

Have them call for me if you can make contact. I will hear. Most call me the merchant, and while it is not my name, it seems to be the intent that matters.

[hot-sauce-giver]

I need you to go get someone. Call them a friend, they're stuck in a bad place.

-🖇️

Oh, dear. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, stranger, but I cannot take living organic material with me when I move from place to place.

[hot-sauce-giver]

You. Can you teleport? Can you get to remote places?

Impossible places?

-🖇️

That I can, stranger. It is one of the few talents left to me. Why?

[hot-sauce-giver]

I heard my name. Hello, stranger, DG. You can contact me here.

Hot sauce? What an unfortunate name. If you'd be so kind as to direct me towards your friend, I'll be on my way.

-🖇️

UH SURE!! HOTSAUCE USUALLY SHOWS UP RANDOMLY BUT THEY SHOULD HAVE A SHOP UHHHHH SOMEWHERE AROUND HERE!

[hot-sauce-giver]

(The merchant lifts out one side of his cloak and wraps DG in it, resting a hand on his friend’s back.)

You’re welcome.

FISHMAS!!!

HM.. WHERES HOTSAUCE?..

[hot-sauce-giver]

Practical and thoughtful. Thank you, DG.

(The Triton’s package contains two heated blankets - one is much thinner, almost like a cloth.)

One is for you, the other for your bee friends, if they’re still in the area.

FISHMAS!!!

HM.. WHERES HOTSAUCE?..

[hot-sauce-giver]

(A buried gift then. The merchant accepts it, kneeling beside the new hole in the ground.)

Open yours while I do?

FISHMAS!!!

HM.. WHERES HOTSAUCE?..

[hot-sauce-giver]

(The merchant follows easily, and watches DG dig. Did he bury a gift, or is this something else?)

FISHMAS!!!

HM.. WHERES HOTSAUCE?..