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Tainted Meat
« on: January 18, 2014, 01:44:59 PM »
We rarely have the time or motivation to do little events for players, so I decided to mess around with someone today.  What future plotlines will this lead to?!


You switch into a hunched raven.

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An elderly black bird, this raven hunches as if ill.  Its tattered feathers
are in disarray, and scars cross upon its flesh where the feathers do not
cover.  Only its gleaming beady eye suggests that it is still in the realm of
the living. 
A hunched raven is in excellent condition.

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At the End of the Northern Road
The northern road ends its long trail here at the foothills of several large
and frozen mountains.  Clouds cover their utmost tops although their snow
peaks can be seen starting from where the trees adorning the mountains begin
to thin out.  To the west, one of these mountains begins to descend into the
ground and in its side is a large, dark cave.  A trail heads towards the east
through jagged, rock walls that rise up from the ground and engulf the path on
either side.  Travel may be made in any direction save for the north where the
mountains block passage with their looming presence.


[Exits: east south west]

Lyra has arrived from the south.

You are now seen as:
A hunched raven is here, holding a filthy gold coin in its beak.

Lyra looks at you.

A hunched raven croaks at Lyra.

Lyra peers intently at you.

A hunched raven tilts its head, a filthy gold coin in its beak.

Lyra says to herself in common 'I do not know, but it is clearly staring at me.'

Lyra looks at you.

Lyra says to herself in common 'It looks sick..'

A hunched raven hops and stumbles, its wings flying open briefly as it heads westward.  It stops to look back toward Lyra.

Lyra says to herself in common 'It wants me to follow it!'

Lyra says to you in common 'Do you need help, little bird?'

A hunched raven hops, hops, hops.  Its gait is somewhat like a limp.

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Entrance to a Cave
The dark entrance of cave lies here, barely visible through the leaves and
limbs that have fallen across it.  A large boulder sits off to one side,
splattered in dark blood.  The putrid smell of decaying flesh blows from
within the cave, carried on a warm breeze.  Along the ground are skeletons,
shattered and scarred from battles fought before.  Set on either side of the
tunnel mouth are torches, burning with an eerie black flame.  The Northern
road lies to the east.


[Exits: east west]
     A headless human corpse lies nearby, its limbs broken.
     A stone slab etched with script sits marred with dried blood and scratches.
     A huge, blood-flecked sign towers here, painted with a WARNING.

Lyra has arrived from the east.

A hunched raven hops onto a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes and perches atop the stump of its neck.

You are now seen as:

A hunched raven is here, perched on the stump of the corpse's neck.

Lyra's shoulders slump a bit, and she looks back at you.

A hunched raven pecks a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes with the coin still in its beak, then looks toward Lyra again.

Lyra says to you in common, confused, 'I cannot make him live again. I do not know what you want..'

Lyra kneels beside a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes to read a stone slab covered with deep scratches.

Lyra says to herself in common 'The Enclave.. they must rule these lands.'

Lyra says to herself in common 'Or what lies beyond the cave?'

You drop a filthy gold coin.

Lyra looks at you.

Lyra slowly reaches for the coin.

Lyra gets a filthy gold coin.

A hunched raven pecks the corpse's robes, trying to tug the fabric open.  Its attempts are useless under the weight of the body's arms.

A hunched raven croaks at Lyra.

Lyra turns the coin over in her hand, peering intently at it. She then notices your struggles.

Lyra says to you in common, brows furrowing, 'Do you want me to...'

A hunched raven shoves its head into the robes just at the corpse's armpit.  Its head briefly gets stuck and it struggles, flapping wings wildly to free itself.

Lyra gingerly lifts a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes's arm out of the way.

Lyra wipes her hand off on her robes, frowning.

A hunched raven deftly shoves its head under the corpse again, reaching for something...

Lyra ducks down to see what you is searching for, but she keeps her hands tucked towards her chest.

A hunched raven plucks out an eyeball from under the corpse's arm and swivels its head toward Lyra, the pale white orb gleaming.

A hunched raven croaks!

Lyra says to you in common, quietly, 'What are you look---'

A hunched raven leaps off of the corpse and flies off, out of the cave.

As the raven leaps off of the corpse, something crinkles in the corpse's robes.

Lyra thinks in common 'Oh, I told you! It is just a crazed bird.'

Lyra grimaces at a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes, then kneels next to it.

Lyra says to herself in common 'Shh, I heard something.'

Lyra gingerly pokes a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes's robes, her face twisted in a grimace.

The poking produces little of interest in most places, except the crinkling sound comes from over the pocket of a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes.

Lyra says to herself in common 'Maybe I am just hearing the sounds of the cave...'

Lyra thinks in common 'Good, can we lea---'

Lyra says to herself in common 'Wait!'

Lyra slips a finger into the pocket of a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes.

Lyra thinks in common 'Curiosity killed the cat...'

Iskvarren Pecho>Your fingers close around a slip of paper.

Lyra says to herself in common 'It is just paper, calm down.'

Lyra tilts her head, re-reading the paper several times.

[The paper says: The meat from the butcher has been suspicious lately and some suspect it to be tainted.  The trail has led to Cranezmore... why here, I cannot say until I see it.]

Lyra says to herself in common 'Cranezmore... the place through the cave?'

Lyra peers intently west.

Lyra thinks in common 'You ought not to meddle in this. You do not even get meat from the butcher, why does it matter?'

Lyra says to herself in common 'But other people do. What if someone is poisoning people? I ought to tell someone, at least.'

Lyra says to herself in common, tilting her head towards the cave, 'Or I could go take a look myse---'
[At this point, I was thinking OH NO DON'T DO THAT.]

Lyra thinks in common 'No, nope, absolutely not.'

Lyra looks down at a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes. She finally nods.

The howls of ravenous wolves echo through the cave at this moment.

Lyra shrinks a bit at the sound of howling, then nods again.

Lyra says to herself in common 'I will tell someone. People should not eat poisoned meat..'

Lyra makes a face.

Lyra says to herself in common 'Good thing I make my own food..'

Lyra thinks in common 'Can we go now?'

Lyra grimaces, and nods.

A fly buzzes through the air and lands on a headless human corpse dressed in scholarly robes.  It crawls around a little.

Lyra says to herself in common 'Should we bury him? Or something? What do people do around here when they die?'

Lyra thinks in common 'I am sure those wolves will eat him just fine. Along with you if we do not leave.'

Lyra peers intently west.

Lyra shudders.

More buzzing fills the air as a swarm of flies approaches, attracted to the fresh scent of decay.

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Entrance to a Cave [Room 6438]
The dark entrance of cave lies here, barely visible through the leaves and
limbs that have fallen across it.  A large boulder sits off to one side,
splattered in dark blood.  The putrid smell of decaying flesh blows from
within the cave, carried on a warm breeze.  Along the ground are skeletons,
shattered and scarred from battles fought before.  Set on either side of the
tunnel mouth are torches, burning with an eerie black flame.  The Northern
road lies to the east.


[Exits: east west]
     A headless human corpse lies nearby, its limbs broken.
     A stone slab etched with script sits marred with dried blood and scratches.
     A huge, blood-flecked sign towers here, painted with a WARNING.
A swarm of flies buzzes loudly around the corpses.
Lyra is here, lingering near the corpse and the raven.

Lyra says to herself in common 'The flies will have a feast, it seems. I suppose that is the circle of life.'

Lyra thinks in common 'Do I have to ask again if we can go?'

Lyra says to herself in common 'Oh. Yes, let us go.. now.. ick..'

Lyra leaves east.


North Street Outside the Meat Market
The brown cobblestones from the north and south interlink in a geometric
design leading up to the doorway of the market to the east.  A steel guidewire
stretches from the northeast corner of the building to the top of the red
brick west wall of the residential complex.  A few tattered flags and
decorations from old festivals hang from the wire.  A small walkway continues
along the brick wall, out of the way of the main road.  The vinegar smell of
fresh blood wafts from the east where the butcher shop is clearly marked above
the failing wooden doorway.


[Exits: north east south]
Lyra is here.
A Serian Peacekeeper patrols the city, ensuring the safety of its citizens.
A Serian Peacekeeper patrols the city, ensuring the safety of its citizens.
Lyra thinks in common 'How do you even know this is the place?'

A Serian Peacekeeper leaves south.

Lyra whispers to herself.
Lyra whispers in common to herself 'I don't, but where else should I start?'

Lyra leaves east.
You follow Lyra.
A Cold Meat Market
The inside of this shop is quite cold as evidenced by little scatterings of
frost rimming the edges of the massive table in the center of the room.  The
butchered corpse of a four-legged animal lies on the table with a huge butcher
knife stuck in one flank.  Other skinned and cleaned animal corpses hang from
thick chains around the room.  A discarded apron with a rust-brown handprint
on one pocket dangles from a hook beside the counter against one wall of the
room.  A doorway to the west leads out to North Street.


[Exits: west]
     A butcher's block is here in the middle of the room, covered in meat.
Lyra is here.
Gilliam, the butcher, stands here with a large machete in hand.

Lyra thinks in common 'Great, he has a machete, what if you anger him, accusing him of poisoned food?'

Lyra says to Gilliam in common, clearing her throat, 'Excuse me sir, are you the owner of this establishment?'

You switch into Gilliam.

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A Cold Meat Market
The inside of this shop is quite cold as evidenced by little scatterings of
frost rimming the edges of the massive table in the center of the room.  The
butchered corpse of a four-legged animal lies on the table with a huge butcher
knife stuck in one flank.  Other skinned and cleaned animal corpses hang from
thick chains around the room.  A discarded apron with a rust-brown handprint
on one pocket dangles from a hook beside the counter against one wall of the
room.  A doorway to the west leads out to North Street.


[Exits: west]
     A butcher's block is here in the middle of the room, covered in meat.
Lyra is here.

Gilliam turns to cough a hacking cough over his shoulder before looking around to address Lyra.

You say to Lyra in common 'That I am, miss!  You want a fine cut of lamb?  Chicken?  Beef for the pot?'

Lyra says to you in common 'Ah, no thank you, though it all sounds wonderful. I actually have a concern to raise that you may not be aware of.'

You say to Lyra in common, his brows furrowing in concern, 'Oh, you don't have the coin for it?  No worry, lass, I know everyone has to eat.'

Lyra says to you in common, shaking her head, 'Oh, no. I am not in need of meat. I was just...'

Lyra thinks for a moment, then presses on.

Lyra says to you in common 'I am concerned that perhaps, without your knowledge, someone may be poisoning your meat supply..'

Gilliam takes a moment to hack into a cut of meat.  His cleaver halts on the bone and he leans his weight on it, breaking through the bone.

Lyra gulps.

You say to Lyra in common 'Aye, lass, though don't be telling everyone!  Happened last week or so, some kid got real sick and mom called the authoritees here.'

Gilliam grunts and wipes the cleaver clean with a bloody rag.

Lyra says to you in common, her brows furrowing, 'Wait, you know it has been poisoned?'

You say to Lyra in common, motioning to a hanging slab of beef, 'They took all my finest cutlets, probably so the scholars can pig out on it!  Then they said I were being sold some bloodwolf meat.  I've been selling meat for decades and that weren't no bloodwolf meat.'

Lyra says to you in common, sounding confused, 'What was it, then?'

You say to Lyra in common 'Cut of lamb!  Whole loss of gold that day.  They swore up and down the kid ate bloodwolf and what evil in those creatures made him real sick.'

You say to Lyra in common 'They inspected my whole stock, took most of it.  All this is fresh from the farms out of Seria.  No other merchants I don't know.'

Lyra says to you in common 'Have you noticed anyone suspicious lately who would do such a thing to your meat?'

You say to Lyra in common 'Well, there been some people in here--kids, I'd almost say--trying to peddle meat, said it was from their special family farm.  I told 'em no, I had plenty of suppliers already.'

You say to Lyra in common 'Isn't that easy to swap stuff out from under my nose though.'

Lyra says to you in common, rubbing her cheek thoughtfully, 'Hmm. They were strangers to you, though? Did they look Serian?'

Gilliam rubs his chin contemplatively, leaving a smear of red down his cheek.

You say to Lyra in common 'They didn't have any real obvious features, but were all clothed in black.  Sorta like them Coterie lot that were running about a while ago, but I heard they had all retreated once they got that place in the southwest up.'

Lyra nods slowly.

You say to Lyra in common 'Rest assured, there ain't any more of that stock left here.  Thanks for the concern.'

Gilliam motions with his cleaver.

You say to Lyra in common 'You sure you don't want something?'

Lyra says to you in common 'Ah, no, but thank you. I do appreciate your time and honesty, good sir.'

You say to Lyra in common 'Right, right.  You ain't affiliated with the Peacekeepers, are you?  I already told 'em everything I knew.'

You motion towards yourself.
You say in common 'I am known as Gilliam, the butcher.'

Lyra says to you in common, with a shake of her head, 'I am not affiliated with any group. Just a curious person trying to figure some things out.. If someone is trying to slip poisoned food into Seria, it is probably a concern, yes?'

The bell atop the Serian Temple chimes the noon hour.

Lyra motions toward herself.
Lyra says in common 'My name is Lyra, though.'

You say to Lyra in common 'You know about the Coterie, eh?  They're ex-Cranezmorians.  Rumor is they've got lots of gold and a dangerous magical artifact.'

Lyra says to you in common 'I do not know about them.. but I will look into them. If people are causing trouble, they ought to be caught.'

You say to Lyra in common 'No use.  They've been around for decades, ever since Seria lost.  They're bloody impossible to catch cuz they've all been groomed to not have any distinguishing features, and the rest of them are regular people.'

Gilliam grunts and drives his cleaver into a wooden butcher's block, where it sticks up.

You say to Lyra in common 'They call that part of Seria "Darkwater," you know?  Sketchy looking place if I ever seen them.  You be careful if you keep looking into this, lass.'

Lyra says to you in common, nodding slightly, 'Darkwater, you say? I will be careful. Perhaps it just takes someone observant enough to see where they slip up... no one is perfect..'

You say to Lyra in common 'You take care.  I insist though.'

Lyra nodnod.

Gilliam picks up a few pieces of meat and wraps them in brown paper before handing it over to Lyra.

Lyra says to you in common 'I shall.'

You nod at Lyra.

Lyra says to you in common 'Thank you for your time! And the lamb. I am sure it will be delicious.'

Lyra leaves west.



Within the Rows of Corn [Room 2608]
Thick stalks grow several feet into the air from the ground, and flat, long
green leaves drape off of them in random places.  Rows upon rows of stalks of
corn fill this field, the rows running in a straight line from east to west.
Nestled between many of the leaves are long ears of corn that are protected by
a leafy green husk, and small silken hairs can be seen coming from their tips
in a smattering of yellow and white.  The tops of the stalks are crowned by
small stalks of yellow and white, and seem to hold pollen.  The dirt rises and
falls into small mounds, and where the mounds rise, the corn grows.  A forest
grows along the northern edge of the field, while the gray wall of Seria lays
to the south.


[Exits: north east west]
Lyra is here.
Lyra pushes through the field.

Lyra thinks in common 'I hope you do not eat that.'

Lyra says to herself in common 'If it still has poison in it, though, maybe it will help find the culprits.'

Lyra grimaces.

Lyra eats a lamb chop.

Iskvarren Pecho to Lyra>It tastes fairly benign.  Like raw meat, but benign.

Lyra says to herself in common 'Ooh, it is good, actually. Kinda slimy.'

Lyra thinks in common 'And what if it was poisoned?'

Lyra says to herself in common 'Well the kid did not die. I probably would have thrown up or just felt sick... But it was not poisoned, so no sense in thinking about it now.'

Lyra thinks in common 'You ought to just tell someone and make it their problem.. Not your's. '

Lyra says to herself in common 'Maybe. Or perhaps I will look a little more into this before I make assumptions.. I do not want to end up like the guy by the cave.'

Lyra shudders.

Lyra says to herself in common, with a yawn, 'But after some rest.'
Everything is at the end of the to-do list.  Even the things at the front of the list are at the end.