No Guts, No Gory (1)
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| No Guts, No Gory | |
|---|---|
| Event | Guildfest 409 |
| Owner | T |
| # of Rooms | 2 |
| Store Type | Container shops, Clothing shops, Jewelry shops, Necromancer shops |
| Restrictions | Necromancer |
This store only accepts Lirums
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[No Guts, No Gory]
A sterile, antiseptic scent permeates the area, dominating your senses as you first enter. Lending ornamentation to the otherwise sparsely decorated room, mosaics grace the walls, broken only by the inset candle sconces that provide the chamber's light. Twin tables, one light and one dark, sit in the center of the shop displaying wares, each with a small stand at its end.
You also see a heavy leather curtain embossed with images of various internal organs, a refreshments caddy with a couple of things on it, a meat packing crate and a steel door.
Obvious exits: none.
| On the light table crafted from ivory | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| rough twine and shriveled ear necklace | 1,000 | !! |
| crusted frog eye amulet | 1,000 | !! |
| fossilized pivuh heart strung on braided sinew | 5,000 | !! |
| On the dark table crafted from ivory | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| low slung hip-chain of preserved celpeze eyes | 2,000 | !! |
| lumpy yeehar stomach | 2,000 | !! |
| thigh bag created from an enlarged kidney | 3,000 | !! |
| speckled liver beret complete with gall bladder puff-ball | 3,000 | !! |
| well-preserved kidney fashioned into a pouch | 2,500 | !! |
| milky white turban comprised of intricately-wrapped intestines | 4,500 | !! |
| haphazardly stitched organ leather boots | 4,000 | !! |
| dried deer intestine handwraps affixed with horn barbs | 5,000 | |
| footwraps studded with gizzard stones | 5,000 | |
| On the light stand crafted from ivory | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| length of twisted catgut | 1,000 | !! |
| On the dark stand crafted from ivory | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| shalswar bladder waterskin | 2,000 | !! |
| In the meat packing crate | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| Items specially crafted to lessen the suspicion of unreasonably outraged people. | ||
| 2,000 | !! | |
| 2,000 | !! | |
| 2,000 | !! | |
| 3,000 | !! | |
| 3,000 | No | |
| 2,000 | !! | |
| 2,000 | !! | |
| 2,000 | No | |
| 2,000 | !! | |
| 2,000 | !! | |
| A handwritten note reads: Ya only get one. No refunds! (Before stock removed | ||
| A handwritten note reads: Out of stock! (After stock removed) | ||
- Update: on 6/2/13 around 1:30am EST....
The clerk loudly proclaims, Master <person> here has made the final purchase allowed for this set of items. Thank you all for your interest." The clerk quickly sets to work removing the remaining stock.
| In the refreshments caddy | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| a skull full of jellied bird brains | 0 | !! |
| a plate of crispy hog chitlins | 0 | !! |
[In Plain Sight]
Painted in pale beige, the rough-hewn wooden walls have a mix of anatomical charts and tailoring patterns framed upon them. The floor is covered in a deep taupe rug marred with darker spots surrounding a garish display flanked by two mannequins.
You also see a heavy leather curtain embossed with images of various internal organs and a large sign.
Obvious exits: none.
A large sign reads: "I once killed a tailor and assumed his trade as a means of laying low. Recently, I came across a few boxes of his old wares that I'd overlooked this whole time. Upon wearing some, I noticed that townsfolk were much more at ease with me, seeming to no longer take note of the small tics I've gained in these many years of study. I've no idea how the tailor managed this. Most changes to the items seem to completely destroy this quality. Thus, I've only a limited supply to place on the mannequins. ~T." |
| On the nondescript mannequin | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| A small card reads: Please choose wisely, as you may pick only one item per mannequin. | ||
| drab greyish-tan kerchief for 2,000 | ? | No |
| modest blouse for 2,000 | ? | No |
| plain cotton skirt for 2,000 | ? | No |
| woolen hose for 2,000 | ? | No |
| pair of ordinary shoes for 2,000 | ? | No |
| On the plain mannequin | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| A small card reads: Please choose wisely, as you may pick only one item per mannequin. | ||
| simple linen shirt for 2,000 | ? | No |
| rawhide work gloves for 2,000 | ? | No |
| heavy leather apron for 3,000 | ? | No |
| washed-out grey trousers for 2,000 | ? | No |
| practical work boots for 3,000 | ? | No |
| On the garish display | ||
|---|---|---|
| Item | Price | Done |
| A handwritten note reads: The items on this display are more than they seem at first glance. The astute buyer will note that they can reflect our dual natures. Discrete or direct, one may project what one wishes the world to see with but a turn. ~ T. | ||
| once fine boots caked with viscera - Becomes some black leather boots inset with tapestry panels | 5,000 | !! |
| tailored pants wiped with bloody smears - Becomes some tailored pants striped in navy blue and ivory | 8,000 | !! |
| fine silken shirt splattered with gore - Becomes a stiffly-collared fine silken shirt | 8,000 | !! |
| gloves befouled by a reddish-black substance - Becomes some crisp white gloves with contrasting scarlet palms | 4,000 | !! |
- The clerk says, "What do you expect from a Barbarian who makes clothes anyway? I mean, he goes and fights stuff, then makes things out of it, and here you are."
- The clerk says, "He goes by T, and I think he'd smash your face in if he saw you fiddling with his art and calling his wares dirty. But hey -- your life, do what you want with it."
- The clerk says, "I don't go interrogating my boss. He wants to be called T, I call him T."
- <Person> says, "Well, you will probably be reporting to your boss later, so ask him for me about the mosaics, please."
- The clerk says, "There isn't anything to tell. He wanted art that went with the shop. I found an artist. They made those. We hung them."
- The clerk says, "It's a wagon, where would we hide chambers?"
- <Person> asks, "Well any idea why he limited the sale of the items in the crate?"
- The clerk says, "He doesn't have a lot of them. He muttered something about how they're special or somesuch. I dunno. I just work here."
- The clerk says, "I do know he didn't make them. He works in leather and uh, well mostly leather, just the sort you see here. He musta bought them from someone else."
- The clerk says, "Boss does his crafting in the back. You gotta clean a lot so the smells don't stay."
- The clerk says, "Usually he just drags in whole carcasses and goes from there."
- The clerk says, "Uh, yeah, what do you think he makes this stuff from?"
- The clerk says, "But yeah, I'm gonna go back to work and just pretend I didn't see nobody mess with anything and that none of you called me or T names. Less trouble for us all in the long run."
<Person> asks, "Can you at all say how the things in the crate are special, by chance oh Clerk?"
- The clerk says, "I already said I don't know. T didn't make them and I just sell them. All I know is that he said he didn't have a lot of them and they were some kinda special."
- <Person> asks, "I dont suppose he has made any corsets, in the back?"
- The clerk says, "Uh, I don't think so, but I could ask him when he comes by to get the sales funds. I mean it'd probably be made out of stitched together preserved eyeballs or something, but hey."
- <Person> says, "A good barb uses all da parts."
- The clerk says, "That's what T always says, yeah. Waste nothing."
- The clerk says, "Ehh, it's fine. Stranger things have happened. I was just starting to worry someone was gonna break a mosaic or something."