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Grizzly Graffiti
« on: August 13, 2011, 06:03:58 AM »
*A large message is scrawled on the gates of Vallakai in the early morning hours, It reads:*
Alana presents; Yuri and Darmug!
*Beneath the message are two sets of male genitalia, nailed firmly to the wood, any attempts to remove the grizzly bits of meat within the first twelve hours result in corroded armor and painful burns to exposed flesh.
How the objects are protected from the same effect is unknown*
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Re: Grizzly Graffiti
« Reply #1 on: August 13, 2011, 08:39:43 AM »
Absalom, in a decision to visit his friends in Barovia, decides to venture into the Western Outskirts and upon doing so stumbles on the disgusting sight. He peers at the work for a short time dispassionately, silently, before promptly turning on a heel and boarding the next ferry to the Midway Haven Alchemical Observatory (offering merely a wave to those who greet him), and then from there, back to Dementlieu, thoroughly convinced of Barovia's status as a barbarous and backwards realm.

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Re: Grizzly Graffiti
« Reply #2 on: August 13, 2011, 11:48:51 AM »
Devon saunters by randomly kicking rocks in his path, something catches his eye and he wonders who hung skinned rats? He steps closer to the skinned animals and his eyes go wide. His expression changes from boredom to rage and then back to a calm state.

His gaze shifts looking around the area. The brown clad man produces a small bag of salt, odd coloured crystals and a vial of water and a pipe from his side pack. The travel worn man then withdraws his pipe... glances about nervously, snaps his fingers and the pipe lights. The smell of the rotting meat reaches his nostrils and anger crosses his face again. Smoke from the pipe curls around his hands and he smudges himself and the area with smoke. Standing rigidly and bows to the four corners. Calmly he walks around the area spreading salt, dropping small Amethyst crystals. Contrasting scents merge and the pipe leaf smell overpowers the rotting flesh smell in the air. Mistletoe now is withdrawn form his belt pouch. With force he smashes the vial of water below the hanging meat. The air crackles...

His jaw clenches.
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