The Brass Barnacle
Est. 2025 • Gnome Artificer (Retired Arcanist)
The Brass Barnacle
Tom Auto delights in long, rambling sales pitches that begin as sea-stories and end with a bargain. He haggles by offering mechanical repairs, odd trinkets from...
Shopkeeper
Tom Auto, a Gnome Artificer (Retired Arcanist) (Lvl 12)
Keeper's Species
Gnome
Shop Inventory
(21)A small glass vial filled with a swirling red liquid that mends flesh when drunk.
A slightly larger vial of richer red fluid; favored by adventuring crews for tougher scrapes.
A small brass patch with a powdered healing salve sealed inside — Tom calls them "stitches-in-a-box".
A stout leather bag with a puckered mouth and runic stitching that seems deeper than it should be.
A length of braided hemp with brass rings and a tiny clockwork clasp — when Tom winds the clasp it moves with purpose.
A tarnished jug with nautical scenes scored into the brass; the spout whistles when it dispenses seawater.
A pair of thin leather gloves that disappear when Tom slips them on; useful for delicate work or mischief.
A battered tricorne with shifting fabric bands; it smells faintly of sea brine and lamp oil.
A brass lantern whose glass is etched with tiny compasses; a thin blue flame reveals secrets hidden to the naked eye.
A palm-sized mechanical sparrow in brass and stained glass, with a tiny bell that rings in complex tones.
A hand-sized compass that spins with impossible finesse and emits a low mechanical pulse keyed to Tom's signature.
A patchwork anchor of iron and clockwork with folding flukes and a wind-up winch; it hums like a contented beast.
A compact roll of tools, labeled with Tom's tiny script and smelling of oil, citrus, and ozone.
A brass octopus-figure with tiny flashing lenses and a wind-up key; the tentacles wiggle enticingly.
A rolled map rimed with salt and brass tabs; the ink shifts minutely with the tides and hums when near hidden shoals.
A waterproof scroll tube engraved with Tom's maker's mark; inside a carefully scribed 3rd-level spell scroll.
A small sealed bag of assorted brass cogs, screws, and springs.
A square of hard, salty soap wrapped in waxed paper — smells of citrus and machine oil.
A salt-stained cloak stitched with tiny brass charms; it hums faintly and seems to make the wearer steadier.
Polished piston-gauntlets of brass and leather that hiss softly when the springs wind up.
A well-balanced steel blade with brass filigree and tiny rotating cogs along the hilt — Tom's hallmark.
Tom Auto
Shop Atmosphere
“Tom Auto delights in long, rambling sales pitches that begin as sea-stories and end with a bargain. He haggles by offering mechanical repairs, odd trinkets from the ship's belly, or a 'favor' — often meaning a small job or a story. The Brass Barnacle creaks and whirs, with the deck full of ticking clockwork, bubbling ale in a corner stills, and a gull-shaped weather vane that always points toward whatever coin interests him most.”
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