The Brewery has two ramshackle floors, several doors and access points to each. The roof is also detachable and the large fermentation vat that sits on the second floor balcony is removable (and openable so that you can hide a mini in there!). The Brewery pairs very well with the Brewery Scatter Terrain set which includes various other vats, barrels and brewery paraphernalia.
- Working doors
- 2 floors and removable roof
- removable fermentation vat on second floor (that also opens to hide a mini)
- 8″ x 8″ (200 x 200) bed size recommended
- Prints at 28mm, can be rescaled before printing
- Includes unsupported versions for resin printing
“Drink up, but don’t ask questions about the aftertaste. Questions lead to answers, and this brew was made in the Scribber’s brewery. Meaning sometimes knowing the answer gets you into a lot of trouble.” – Fenagal Mane, barkeep at the Last Hearth Inn
The Scribber Brewery: supplying cheap ale and hosting nefarious get-togethers for generations. If Torbridge Cull has an underbelly, this is it’s underbeerbelly. Falling apart from age and neglect, it’s a miracle the thing is still standing, let alone produce anything. A couple strong blows from any large beast and the whole thing might come crashing down.
Missing boards and loose stones abound, and some sections of the construction seems to be held up by nothing more than a few old bricks and spite. A large stone chimney belches smoke into the air most days, as the brewery churns out barrels of questionable drink. The grounds around the brewery are littered with broken and discarded casks, barrels of rotting hops and other wasted resources.
Despite its dilapidated shape, the brewery continues to function under the questionable management of the Scribber family, who make the beer and ale for the Falcon’s Arms and for export out of town (The Last Hearth refuses to stock libations from the Scribber Brewery following a series of severe reactions in customers imbibing the ale leading to lasting health problems). It is widely suspected, but not yet proven, that the Scribbers are involved in a cocktail of illicit activities within the walls of the brewery.
At night three is often flickering lamp light seen through the wide cracks of the brewery walls, and furtive, seedy looking travellers in dark cloaks usually end up paying the brewery a visit during their stay in the ‘Cull. The brewery is a great ramshackle building good also for a hideout or abandoned building.