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March 3, 2008, 3:57 pm

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Barron's Ice


The Local Barron does not own this business, but he certain keeps it in business. It was named in his honor by two (now old) men who realized that non wizard generated cold drinks and foods could be profitable. In doing such, they have literally change the country.

The Local Barron does not own this business, but he certain keeps it in business. It was named in his honor by two (now old) men who realized that non wizard generated cold drinks and foods could be profitable (wizards, who hate to be bothered with such trivial spells charge huge sums for cooling areas). It was all about the circle of product (a pet theory of their that either will go on, and on, and on, and on, and on about… if anyone gives them a chance). It is early systems theory on logistics if anyone want to research it, but just keep using the phrases "you have to keep things moving", "use what works", "look at how things move",  and "motion makes money." This one business has changed the local political and social landscape.

Barron’s Ice is a sturdily constructed warehouse down near the river docks and old pond. It is a good sized kelly green building made of brick, with a thick shale roof. There is a sheltered drive way that their delivery carriages (three enclosed carts painted the same kelly green)  use for loading and unloading. The upper building keeps a little ice and two offices used for business. The building sits upon an old played out well. The shaft leads down to a good sized cave that has been "finished". In this deep dark place, the ice is kept.

While there is occasionally ice on the river and the pond, most of the ice is brought down from the high mountains not that far up river. Barron’s ice has four crews that do nothing but go up and down the river to their cutting shed all fall, spring, and for a bit in the winter (mid winter is too dangerous for the rewards).

Note: Ice cream has become the areas favorite desert and most noted regional fare. This business has allowed nobles (and those somewhat well to do) to have cool drinks in the sweltering heat of the summer. The Barron has been able to sway nobles and lower royals to his court in the hot summer, his power, prestige, and wealth has grown.  (Thus buying more ice to entertain more nobles… the cycle continues to this day,... they are thinking about creating another site between here and the mountains to store additional product).

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Voted Chaosmark
November 10, 2005, 14:52
Amazing. Something so simple and so taken for granted as a freezer, converted into a fantasy setting. While I might prefer it having a bit more story, you get the (very creative) idea across in a usable format. 5/5
Voted KendraHeart
November 20, 2005, 0:17
Somebody has been watching too much PBS or History Channel. However, it makes a great deal of sense. It is a great fictionalization of how "Ice" becomes a commodity and effects society.

If you don't believe this exists in fantasy, Pshaw! Wheel of Time has a place like this, merchants getting rich by supplying ice to nobles.

However, if you follow the logic, it all makes sense.

One thing, why are the guys the initial Business Theorists?
December 29, 2005, 23:32
Because it is kind of interesting. It is a good shtick. Because it is a personality direction that people do not normally go with NPCs.

And only people who understood the basics of this theory, intuitively or consciously, could make oodles and oodles of money off this. Given the fact there are two of them, they could talk to each other and express those nacient theories.
Voted Cheka Man
May 13, 2006, 17:35
The simple things are sometimes the best.
Voted Murometz
April 28, 2008, 13:33
A mundane fantasy freezer. Well done!

I like the circle of profit theory.
April 28, 2008, 14:03
Entrepreneurs, especially those in the early eras or in maverick area, tend to be a bit eccentric. It was a fun bit of chrome to add that made sense.
Voted manfred
April 28, 2008, 14:28
And it's needless to say, that the crews will know every inch of the river, and a fair bit of the mountains. Just to branch it out into more classical directions. :)

A simple and useful establishment you can hang as much on as you wish. Like it.

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