Grab some food and strike up some conversation with my fellow hobo-kind
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You head downstairs. Outside, People are walking up and down the street. Gathered around the Kitchen Window are three of the Beggars you saw last night, the Tall, lanky, beardless one standing to one side eating some soup, the short, stocky long-bearded one right at the window, and one of the Dragon-People looking suspiciously at her bowl of soup, all joined by the Grey-haired Man running the Kitchen.
‘So what do you make of it?’ says the Short one, as the Dragon-Lady takes a taste of the soup.
‘... Chicken? No... not a bird... insect. Definitely insect.’ Comes the reply.
‘It wouldn’t be... Who was it... You know the one, the Merchant who was here yesterday, remember Him?’
The Grey-haired cook chimes in; ‘Don’t even suggest it, the Lancers’re pissed enough already. That... being said though... it
was Fiacra who brought the Meat... so... uh...’
‘Hey, the New Fellah’s up.’
The two Homeless People and the Cook turn to look at you, glad for a distraction. Soon, a bowl of soup that you don’t really want to eat anymore is thrust in your hand, and you’ve been incorporated into the chat. Soon the questions arrive; Your name, Your Species, Where you come from, Your, uh, Gender, and a few others besides. But before you can say anything, something happens inside you. Something clicks into place. You drop your bowl on the ground, and you take out The Orb. You hold it aloft.
"HERE YE HERE YE! I have right here an object of VAST MAGICAL POWER! That is right, VAST MAGICAL POWER! With an object so perfectly round and also vastly powerful, I have many enemies wishing to steal it from me. I would say definitely but I appear to have lost my memory. I hear from a reliable source that some of you guys may be murderers, spies, and gravediggers! This is great, because I'll probably need all three of those things in the very near future. This is your one chance at a steady job to put food on the table. Who is interested?"
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HERE YE HERE YE! I have right here an object of VAST MAGICAL POWER! That is right, VAST MAGICAL POWER! With an object so perfectly round and also vastly powerful, I have many enemies wishing to steal it from me. I would say definitely but I appear to have lost my memory. I hear from a reliable source that some of you guys may be murderers, spies, and gravediggers! This is great, because I'll probably need all three of those things in the very near future. This is your one chance at a steady job to put food on the table. Who is interested?"
The Short One, the Grey-Haired One, and the Dragon-esque one all stop in their tracks, mid sentence, and stare at you in a mixture of shock and horror, intrestingly enough. After a few wordless seconds pass, the various People walking up and down the street all having stopped to join in the staring, the Tall, Lanky One coughs, and opens his mouth to speak.
‘... I am!’
Cloth bag
Metal knife
Kight metal pot
Metal lantern
Firelighter
Fistful of root vegetables: (x1.8 )
Waterskin: Mouthful of water (x10)
Smaller bag: Fistful of flour (x4)
Salt box: Pinch of salt (x?)
Black sphere
Bedroll
Plate
Author
Topic: Of Ghosts and Whispers: a Suggestion game (Read 30713 times)