Scrabbletales is a new game invented by Mogmother and Optimist on the Run on 19/11/2017
- Play a game of Scrabble (proper rules or not...)
- Record all the words used.
- Use all the words in a short story.
Mogmother then wondered what to do with her stories once she’d got them... Puzzle caches, of course!
The cache is not hidden at the above co-ordinates. Please do not drive onto private or unmade roads, and park with consideration for local people. At the GZ, please replace the container carefully.
The cache is hidden at: [N 52] (score plus usual premium for the word which used all the player’s seven letters, minus the score for the word for a brief flash of light, minus the word using J); (score for Mrs. Mackenzie’s first name, plus the score for the name she calls her husband), (score for the offensive word Hammurabi uses to refer to his mother)
[W 002] (score for the word using Q plus both words using V plus the score for Seth’s surname); the score for the name of the man who spoke on the radio, doubled) (the score for the word for heather, plus the name of a supposedly poisonous tree, minus two)
[Where ‘word’ is mentioned, this refers to words from the original Scrabble game, not extra ones added to make up the story. However, some of the names were too useful to leave out...! Ignore the possibility of Double Word Scores and Triple Letter Scores etcetera: just add up the letters.]
Words: mute, paid, fair, mew, raven, hag, quaint, ray, wink, halo, grout, used, boxing, size, cued, bayed, gasp, aid, poor, knee, lot, jut, vase, cog, nettle, pewterer, ling, ford, leaf (ilnoo)
A Boy Named Q: Financial Affairs (part 2)
‘Do you believe her?’ Jeremiah enquired, when Hammurabi had explained. ‘And did she believe you?’
The boy paused, briefly mute as the radio crackled. ‘No and, I suspect, no… She has been paid a fair amount via E-bay, which seems disproportionate considering what she claims to have sold…-Hark! Was that the radio?’
‘A sea-mew.’ Jeremiah said placidly.
‘More like a raven.’ Hammurabi muttered. ‘No, I don’t trust her, but- I’m beginning to respect her. I had thought the hag could not be as vapid as she seemed…’
And I dare say she didn’t exactly see you with a halo, either, Jeremiah thought, repressing a grin. Proper little tyke you are, for all your quaint talk…
‘Yonder!’ The boy pointed. ‘A light- not a ray, merely a brief wink of light, out in the Bay-‘
‘Nowt from the radio.’ Jeremiah thumped the wall experimentally. A shard of grout fell from between cobwebbed tiles and they heard further crackling.
‘Stay here.’ Hammurabi ordered. ‘I’ll to the shore, with the lamp- I’ll not show a light till I know it’s the right vessel…’
Before Jeremiah could argue, the boy sped away.
He checked the wiring for the antenna uneasily. Hammy was used to the cliff path and good at boxing, for all his size, but he was young to be alone on such a mission… And then, as though cued, the radio came to life and Alex Mackenzie’s voice bayed into the room.
With a gasp of horror Jeremiah snatched a weapon at random from a box of junk and ran to his master’s aid.
‘My poor Alexei, you are wounded!’ Darya exclaimed.
‘I’m fine. Deal with Grimsdyke’s knee.’
To his chagrin Jeremiah was lame. ‘A lot of rocks jut out since the last storm. I ran into one.’ he admitted, wishing his injury had been sustained in combat.
‘I saw you belting that fisherman with a vase.’ Alex wiped blood from his face, grinning. ‘And you, young Q, are worryingly handy with a cog…’
Despite his broken spectacles, Quentin Hammurabi Mortmain smirked. ‘Grasp the nettle, as they say… Seth Parlance is no fisherman. He works as a pewterer but is also a smuggler, in a small way. He was expecting to sneak softly through the ling to meet his contact at the ford…’
And found more than he bargained for. Jeremiah looked proudly at the young master. Yes, you’re a Mortmain all right. A proper leaf off the old upas tree…
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