The name of this house is the result of a popular, and rather cruel, children's rhyme, which likened its occupant with a hideous creature. The object of their ridicule was an ex-soldier whose face bore the map of many battlefields, and who earned a living as a guard. The years he walked the beat of Bowerstone were among the safest the town has ever known, but his repulsive appearance meant he never got the recognition he deserved.
This was, for a short while, the home of Albert the Luminous, the man who would eventually found the Temple of Light. His stay in Bowerstone coincided with a very dark period of Albert's life, one which led him to the brink of despair. When he left on a pilgrimage, few thought he would become the famous man that he did.
This was not only the house of one of the finest seamstresses in Albion, it is also the place where she created many of her most beautiful fashion designs. There is still an air of stylishness permeating the very walls.
Best known for being the home of Brent Lightning, the fastest man ever to race through the roads of Albion. It is said he once threw a coin in the air here, did two laps of Bowerstone, and returned in time to catch it.
Once owned by Alan Mush, voted Ugliest Man in Albion, six years in a row. This house not only became to be known as The Ogre's Palace not just because of Alan's unusual facial features, but his enormous physique.
Jeff Lightning, whose brother and Albion speed record-holder Brent lived on the same street, owned this hose until his death. Though he possessed velocity comparable to Brent, Jeff suffered from a weak heart. Whenever he tried to match his brother in races, his irregular heartbeat took away a little bit more of his life, until one day, there was no more left to take.
Once owned by the Plimpington family, who counted amongst its members three of the most charming and good-looking people in Albion. Though the parents weren't much to look at, their son and two daughters turned heads wherever they went.
This was once the home of Lavender Nice, a woman as famous for her kindness as for her astounding beauty. Despite having hundreds of suitors, she was far too pure to marry. When she disappeared, still young enough to retain her looks, it was said that she had ascended to a higher plane of existence.
The residents of this wonderful house never seem to stay very long, but have traditionally been people of great importance and fame. Artists, adventurers and the very highest nobles have all called this place their home at one time or another.
The day alchemist Leo Head bought this house, the people of Bowerstone rejoiced, for they knew the renowned alchemist's inventions would benefit them all. Here he experimented with the potions that eventually led him to be wealthy enough to build what is now know as Castle Fairfax.
Locals believe this house to be haunted by the spirit of a long-dead puffin. Rather than frightening its residents with nightmares however, the puffin is said to bring extremely peaceful and restful dreams.
Once the home of Alberta Givings, a woman of such generosity she could not help sharing whatever she had with those less fortunate than her. Food, gold and lodging could always be found here, but Alberta herself was so pure, not even the lowest scum in Bowerstone could bring themselves to take advantage of her, meaning that only the truly needy benefited from her kindness.
Alfred the Beggar may have been extremely poor, but was such a kind man he could be counted on to do the right thing. Whenever there was a dispute, the law was called upon to resolve it, but it was Albert who would always know the fairest way to deal with any problem.
Once the home of one Johnny Scum, whose grotesque appearance drove people to conjecture that he must be the result of the union between a hobbe and a troll. Though not particularly evil, Johnny's corpulence inevitably led him to a life of crime, working as a heavy for many of Bowerstone's most important crime bosses.
This is where Bonnet the Mighty lived before his untimely death. Known for his prodigious strength, Bonnet used to invite people to punch him in the stomach as hard as they could, always able to withstand even the strongest blows. His career came to an end when one member of the public hit him while wearing a metal glove spiked with poisoned needles.
An unofficial guild of thieves had its base in this house. The specialty of its members was pickpocketing, and it was here that they trained to move their hands with such speed that they would be almost invisible.
Benjamin Bennett, a dandy with such stylishness and good fashion sense that even the manliest men couldn't help but admire him, lived here once. For Benjamin, such a simple activity as walking down the street for a pint of milk could be turned into a work of art by virtue of wearing the right hat, or simply adjusting his gait to best catch the sunlight at that particular time of day.
At the same time that crime lord Jeremiah Felling was plotting his activities next door, a most unassuming and pious couple by the name of Heap lived here. Though they passed much of the[ir] lives unnoticed, the beggars and homeless people of Old Town always knew they'd be welcome with a bowl of hot soup.
Home to one of the most notorious crime lords Old Town has ever seen, Jeremiah Felling, this house was for many years the base of operations for the biggest organized crime ring in the land. The Bowerstone guards were never able to arrest Felling, but he was killed in a shoot out with a rival gang. His funeral was one of the most extravagant and well attended to be staged in the city.
In this house lived the three most trusted members of the Felling gang, brothers who shared the same love of violence and the same lack of good looks. They were responsible for carrying out the dirtiest jobs, no matter how tough.
Nobody knows for sure, but it is said that this was once the home of Albion's deadliest assassin. Nobody knows his name (or indeed if it was a man or a woman), only that the killer was ruthless as he was effective.
Here lived the elderly sister Gladys and Moira, who established a charity for orphans, the homeless and other needy people. Unfortunately, the charity disappeared with their death, but their kind spirit still imbues this house.
This was once the home of Brian Boring, who lived to the ripe age of 142. Some say his longevity was due to the lack excitement in the life he led, and to the fact that he was far too ugly to ever marry.
The farmer who built this house was known for his exceptional speed in pulling up carrots from the ground. Onde day he pulled too hard and ended up with a carrot through the eye. The nearby mill is part of his property.
When Albert Luminous, founder of the Temple of Light, planted the first Golden Oak, bringing hope and plenty to Oakfield, the residents gave him this house in gratitude. Here he lived till the end of his days. The nearby windmill is part of this property.
It is thanks to the efforts of one Molly Springwater, who lived in this house, that chickens enjoy the right not to be imprisoned in small cages. She also campaigned extensively for their protection during the anti-chicken hysteria tht followed the publication of the novel Megafowl.
The most skilled Will users of the once-mighty Heroes' Guild fashioned this idyllic house and its surroundings as a haven from the real world. It is said that many great Heroes, including the one who vanquished Jack of Blades, spent their last years in this retreat.
This is the cottage where bestselling novelist Meredith Sock wrote many of his books. Though his main abode was one of the nicer houses in Bowerstone, this is where he would retire from the public eye to write his next great work, sometimes for over a week at a time.
During a period in which this house was unoccupied, the strange noises coming from within convinced everyone that it must be haunted. When the monks from the Temple of Light summoned courage to enter in the hope of exorcising it, the discovered a group of hobbes who had make the place their home. The smell hasn't entirely gone.
Here lived Gavin Pout, master firter and womanizer. His rugged good looks and winning personality made him the envy of all other men in Oakfield, who eventually dragged him out of his bed one night, put a sack over his head and threw in down the Rookridge gorge.
The pirate Adam Frennick didn't have much of a brain, hut his strength made him a useful member of many a crew. He eventually commanded his own ship, which was fatally wrecked two days later, after he instructed a pilot to steer it into a cliff.
Sailors who did not perform well during and outing were not thrown into the sea to drown: they were brought to this house, where a man who claimed to be a doctor would "treat" them until they begged for death.
This was the home of Captain Sorrow, who continued to board ships well into his nineties, thanks to an inexhaustible supply of health potions he took as bounty from one of his early raids. It is said that only Captain Dread was more viscous a pirate.