Stalls

Stalls "Items that are only available through purchase from the Providence Stalls." Requirements: Skill(s) required: Providence Proficiencies required: Skills Unlocked: None Crafts Unlocked: None Builds Unlocked: None Others Unlocked: Among the Pines Artist Lusewing Artist Bankee Artist Nictos Artist Potjeh Artist Alagar Artist Thais Artist Yabu Banker's Purse Beefy Sandwich Black Dye Blue Dye Brown Dye Chain of the Most Illustrious Order of Good Cheer Company Bacon Crown Manure Entered Apprentice's Necklace Flintlock Musket Flintlock Pistol French Fry Green Dye Gunpowder His Majesty's Crown Legendary Thread (Chair) Merchant's Purse Molasses Musket Balls Nobleman's Purse Orange Dye Pepper Pilgrim's Bible Pilgrim's Purse Plague Doctor's Masque Portrait of the King Powder Horn Purple Dye Red Dye Roll of Wallpaper- King Louis Roll of Wallpaper- Venetian Night Roll of Wallpaper- Et in Arcadia Roll of Wallpaper- Palais Royale Salem Crappy Meal Sugar Teapod Town Charter White Dye Wild Whip Writ of Homesteading Yellow Dye

About Vendor Stalls can be found in Providence. They buy and sell a variety of items in exchange for Silver Pieces. To trade with a Vendor right click the stall and choose either "Buy" or "Sell" from the pop-out radial menu. Then, if selling, click the item you wish to sell in your inventory. If buying, click Buy next to the item in the Vendor's menu. Other pilgrims may sell things even cheaper than the Vendor Stalls. See Player Stalls to learn about player run stalls. Vendor Stalls These main, white-topped Stalls are peppered throughout Providence. They all sell the same items. Buy from Stall: Item Price Notes Pilgrim's Purse 5 Holds up to 500 Silver Pieces. Bigger purses can be bought from Fifi La Våtslidan. Tea Leaves 5 Writ of Homesteading 150 Nails 35 Torvold Starkajärn sells these cheaper. Bar of Pig Iron 220 Torvold Starkajärn sells these cheaper. Glass Pane 350 Glass Bottle 75 Wild Whip 100 Rattler Serum 250 Pilgrim's Bible 400 Inspirational only found in the Vendor Stalls. His Majesty's Crown 350000 Hat only found in the Vendor Stalls. Sell to Stall: Item Price Notes Gold Bar 1000 Dried Squirrel Pelt 1 CAUTION: Wringing the Neck of a Squirrel adds a small amount of Insanity. Indian Arrowhead 2 Better to combine with Indian Feather to make a Savage Charm. Indian Feather 12 Better to combine with Indian Arrowhead to make a Savage Charm. Leather 12 Dried Argopelt 25 Dried Beaver Pelt 12 Bear Skin 70 Dried Wishpoosh Hide 5 Any Dried Hide 4 Bar of Bubbly Soap 50 Cotton Cloth 10 Savage Charm 30 Argopelter Trophy 135 NPC Vendors These are specially themed Vendor Stalls, each run by a colorful NPC. Archibald the Philanderer - Furnishings The gentleman and his trash. Item Price Notes Artist Lusewing 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Artist Bankee 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Artist Nictos 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Artist Potjeh 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Artist Alagar 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Artist Thais 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Artist Yabu 250 Finalist's artwork from the Mortal Moments Art Competition. Portrait of the King 350 Uncraftable wall Decoration. Roll of Wallpaper- King Louis 600 Uncraftable Wallpaper. Roll of Wallpaper- Venetian Night 750 Uncraftable Wallpaper. Roll of Wallpaper- Et in Arcadia 950 Uncraftable Wallpaper. Roll of Wallpaper- Palais Royale 1,250 Uncraftable Wallpaper. Old Style Chair 550 Old Style Table 250 Chain of the Most Illustrious Order of Good Cheer 10,000 Uncraftable Clothing. History If Archibald lived by a code, it would be to never marry a woman who comes from money. The reasons abound, but the simple fact is that they are the hardest to impress. Elizabeth, his fifth wife, was just never satisfied. When Archibald took them to the finest place he knew for their anniversary (The Buxom Bovine, a gentleman's club in White Chapel), she seemed displeased. When he would come home late from another round of drinks with the boys, she'd be upset that he missed yet another insufferable birthday for one of their children. And when she caught him furthering his experience with the female body in order to better pleasure the woman he loved, well to put it plainly, she was miffed. And wouldn't you know it, when her father caught wind of all Archibald's hard work, he sent hired men after him! The nerve of some people. Well, being a crafty man, Archibald knew when his services were no longer wanted and so he kissed his beautiful children goodbye, put in one more donation to The Buxom Bovine to stimulate the economy of Mother England, and made his way to the docks where his brother Jimmy put him on the first boat out of port in a barrel of apple cider. The voyage was magnificent until the crew found the barrel empty with a quite happy Archibald within. After a few choice words, the Captain decided to put Archibald to work instead of throwing him overboard, which was, in Archibald's humble opinion, the only reasonable option. The new world was much like the old, but with fewer street walkers and fewer taverns. But all the open space smelled of opportunity and it was enough to inspire Archibald to seek out his fortune in the gutters of the bustling town of Providence. In the chaos of the port town, he grew his inventory. Ancient, half rotting furniture lay stranded behind a newly finished building. Rolls of soiled carpet and papers lay cast aside near the slops of the local tannery. To the average man, this was garbage, unsuitable even to trade with savages. But Archibald saw greatness. Using local fauna, he dyed an otherwise garish assembly of clothing bright and commanding colors, painting the copper buttons and trim with a lovely yellow that almost looked like gold. For a hat, he restructured the rotting remains of a draft harness and cinched it with a blood-stained rag. With the collected herbs and a borrowed cauldron belonging to a woman accused and executed for witchcraft, he began making more and more dyes and colors to provide a large selection to meet the tastes of the populace. Before long a corner of Boston's main square was overflowing with the tackiest designs imaginable, rolled up and priced for the avid consumer. Archibald, a forerunner in human psychology, realized that all people needed was to see a high price tag and they would consider the product a high end masterpiece. And he was right. To this day, fools spend ample silver to alter their homes with his slopped together designs and garbage-picked furniture, all for the sake of aesthetics. Now he gets to sell his work, bring happiness to the masses, and look at the lovely Fifi all day long. For some reason, he likes to call his shop Franklin's Fine Furnishings. Benjamin Bryberry - Official Documents File:Benjamin Image.png For a small bribe of 35x Silver Pieces Benjamin Bryberry will give you a ranked list of the top ten towns with the highest authority. Item Price Notes Town Charter 8,500 Writ of Homesteading 200 The Vendor Stalls sell these cheaper. Fifi La Våtslidan - Sewing Needs File:Fifi Image.png Item Price Notes Black Dye 75 Blue Dye 150 Brown Dye 75 Green Dye 100 Orange Dye 100 Purple Dye 175 Red Dye 100 White Dye 75 Yellow Dye 100 Wool 100 Legendary Thread (Chair) 750 Uncraftable chair you can carry in inventory. Plague Doctor's Masque 700 Uncraftable Clothing. Decorative Lace 125 Golden Lace 625 Amber Coarse-Grain Thread 500 Merchant's Purse 350 Holds up to 2,500 Silver Pieces. Nobleman's Purse 1,000 Holds up to 7,500 Silver Pieces. Banker's Purse 2500 Holds up to 20,000 Silver Pieces. History Fifi was born a fatherless bastard in a brothel in Paris. Her mother, a Swedish whore, kept the child despite responsibility and endless stream of men through her door. Children could, after all, make a fair wage on the streets themselves. However, a stream of bad johns and a bad heart led her mother to an early grave, and Fifi became a child of the brothel. To earn her keep, she would sweep and tend to the prostitutes in any way she could. The brothel operated much like any other close-knit business, really more like a hotel than anything else. The only difference was that the rooms were preoccupied and the boarders left more rested than when they came in. Madame Lefon, a noseless, voluptuous woman, ran the business and saw to Fifi's upbringing. She suffered from advanced syphilis, but that didn't stop her from being one of the most acclaimed mistresses a the bordello. Before a misplaced cigarette would see the brothel go up in flames of hellfire, Fifi would learn two very important lessons. The first was that smoking tobacco was a dirty, dangerous habit. The second was that men (and women) would buy anything they felt had greater value than its price tag. Although she was young, she was beautiful. Her eyes were big and sultry, cheekbones high and elegant. Her body looked to have been molded by God himself with the greatest detail given to every curve and arc. Each night, she would dress as a serving girl, smudge hearth soot on her forehead, and go about sweeping and serving those who waited for other prostitutes. Each night, a man would notice her, notice her figure hidden behind loose, coarse fabric, notice a glimmer of hidden cleavage behind a lace undergarment, notice her full chest and lips. He wouldn't be able to resist. He would pay anything to have this creature that was seemingly off the menu, thinking he had found some kind of gem among the common sands of the brothel. And each time, Madame Lefon would explain Fifi was a virgin and under the care of the brothel, destined to join the convent. Like a plague, this sealed the deal. The men would need her more powerfully than any other whore, and in so needing, would agree to the outrageous price Fifi's bed required. The charade was a touch above what most common gutter whores were capable of, and so the cut Fifi earned was far more than modest. By the time the brothel was no more, she had saved up enough to seek out a new life away from Paris and France completely. Rumors were spreading of the burgeoning new world across the sea, a place filled with sexually repressed closet-perverts living on communes and worshiping a condemning and prude God. This, she realized, would be the perfect spot to begin a brothel of her own. "Let the men pray in their churches," she would say. "Until priests make men sigh in ecstasy, there will always be whores." Unfortunately, having lived in Paris her whole life, Fifi hadn't realized how criminalized the Puritans had made the act of sex. This was a difficulty, but nothing she was unwilling to handle. During her younger years at the brothel, Fifi had darned the clothing and underthings of the other whores. Applying her knowledge of psychology and economics, Fifi opened a shop featuring her own line of clothing and accessories, setting herself apart from the common goods with imported cloths from Madame Lefon back in France. Using the same philosophy she used in the bedroom, she named her name brand the outfit of "Good Cheer," to ensure customers who experienced it did so with a smile. Today Fifi still runs her business. Lately she has taken a fancy to Douglas the violinist, but, to her disappointment, he has little time for anything other than his instrument. She has on more than one occasion told him if his tongue was a bow, her lips would sing, but he doesn't seem bright enough for entendre. She has recently moved to the North end of Providence and is going by the name of Gloria Goodbuttons in an attempt at legitimacy. Flint Gunderson - Guns File:Flint Image.png Item Price Notes Flintlock Musket 500 Flintlock Pistol 350 Musket Balls;10 75 Gunpowder;0.05kg 15 Powder Horn 500 History Flint was born in the backwoods of unsettled Pennsylvania, a son to a bear hunter. He was a peaceful child, often absorbed in writing poetry and songs about flowers and doves, an activity which often led to vicious and painful beatings at the hand of his father who was insistent on not raising a doe of a boy. But one day, while setting bait on a pit trap for a bear, Flint’s father fell in and was impaled on the spikes below. Flint found his father's corpse in the woods and soon-after wrote a sonnet on the topic of Freedom. Years passed and Flint continued to be the sensitive, caring individual that his father hated. He abhorred violence and lived the life of a vegan, eating only what he could raise from the soil. He married a wife who genuinely appreciated his ability to listen and empathize. He fathered two young girls with whom he would drink imaginary tea from imaginary cups. He owned a pet dog small enough to fit in his wife's hand bag. He was happy. One day, while out picking daisies, his daughters were mauled by wolves. He watched the whole event unfold and was helpless to save them, standing by and yelling, waving sticks until the wolves departed with full bellies. Even as they left though, he understood this to be a test of his convictions. He let the wolves go and took his children into his arms to bury them in the field behind his house. The process took some time and when it was finished the sun had long since set. Heading into the house with a heavy heart, he lit a lamp and sat in his favorite chair. He almost didn't give the thump in the bedroom a second thought, but when he saw a hulking, savage man walk out, he sat in a state of shock. The wicked face grinned behind a wild beard and the man strode past, calm as could be, out the front door. Flint ran to the bedroom to find his wife murdered, the knife still sticking straight out of her chest. The horrors of his reality sunk into him like hot lead down his gullet as his be-spoiled, once perfect wife lay dead in his arms. Still, the fought back the urge for revenge upon the man who had done this. It was not his place to wish violence. So, taking the woman he loved, he brought her out back and buried her next to their daughters, weeping quietly. While shoveling the last of the dirty onto his wife’s grave, he heard the familiar yipping of his dog, Chowder, followed by the loudest roar he had ever heard. He spun around to see Chowder and a bear locked in mortal combat. Despite being a fraction of the bear’s size and weight, chowder, viciously bit at the beast’s neck, unwilling to be shaken off as he single-handedly defended the homestead and his master from the beast. To this day, Flint does not remember grabbing his father’s old hunting musket from where it had ever been displayed on the mantel. He does not remember loading it. He does not remember pulling the trigger at point-blank range as the monstrosity stood over the bloody corpse of Chowder. Flint’s story is a reminder of the harsh realities of the wilderness and that, despite our willpower, sometimes our hand is forced to make violence lest we lose all we hold dear. Jordan Gramsey - Cooking Needs You can 'Share Dining Experience' with Jordan Gramsey while you have a Full and Fed Up Debuff, and if your session points are in the top 10 you will be rewarded with an Absurdly Large Cookie. File:Jorden Image.png Item Price Notes Company Bacon 45 Uncraftable Food ingredient. Sourdough Starter 15 Copper Pot 350 Molasses 35 Uncraftable Food ingredient. Tomato 110 Sugar;1.00kg 40 Pepper;0.10kg 50 Salem Crappy Meal 100 Contains a Beefy Sandwich, French Fry, and random toy. Nobleman Barnes - Books Item Price Notes Indigo Ink 1000 Paper 325 Quill 25 Spuds McArtor - Farming Needs File:Spuds Image.png Item Price Notes Corn;50 2,500 Seeds of Cotton;50 175 Seeds of Cereal;50 125 Seeds of Cabbage;15 75 Seeds of Potato;50 250 Seeds of Tobacco;50 500 Teapod 500 Required to plant and grow a Tea Bush. Crown Manure;30 1750 Torvold Starkajärn - Iron Works File:Torvold Image.png Item Price Notes Spanish Sabre 300 Metal Shovel 300 Metal Axe 450 Pickaxe 700 Bar of Pig Iron 200 Nails 30 His Majestys Stall In his eternal wisdom and grace His Majesty sent his son to collect items for him. Item Price Notes Entered Apprentice's Necklace 4 Required for Masons. Masonic Toolkit 11 Required for Masons. Among the Pines 20 HIS X HIS X HIS X