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CIShop:The Walrus and the Carpenter
2017 Inventory
a large white pavilion, [Map Room #], Lich #26523, go white pavilion (Northern Passage)
The Walrus and The Carpenter
[The Walrus and The Carpenter]
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Displaying an obvious contrast in design, the canvas-covered room is divided in two along the lines of a large knotted oak support post. Upon the western side, the room is filled with cabinets and carved tables that show a distinct artisan's touch, while the eastern side is riddled with barnacle-laced cupboards and counters that are waterlogged and warped. A brightly illuminated flap leads northwest and stands opposite a plain, dimly light opening.
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Obvious exits: northeast, northwest, out
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On the knotty oak table:
a polished modwir drinking bowl etched with cresting waves |
Drink container |
750
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a polished siren-etched fork with a modwir handle |
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250
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a polished modwir bowl painted with cawing frigatebirds |
Drink container |
750
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a polished modwir plate encircled by etched shells |
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750
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a polished siren-etched knife with a modwir handle |
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250
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a polished siren-etched modwir spoon |
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250
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On the barnacle-laced counter:
a partially cooked hagfish |
You take a bite of your cooked hagfish. Biting down on the hagfish reveals a chewy texture and liver-like flavor that lingers in the mouth after the lump lodges briefly in your throat. You take a bite of your cooked hagfish. The faint taste of salt and oil relieves the hagfish from an utterly repulsive feel in your mouth. |
7 bites
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a cluster of bright fish eggs |
You take a bite of your bright fish eggs. The combination of briny and fishy flavors is intriguing. You take a bite of your bright fish eggs. A faint taste of iodine lingers in your mouth. |
3 bites
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a fatty slab of blobfish |
You take a bite of your slab of blobfish. An initial blandness gives way to a plethora of vile textures and unsettling flavors that seem to squirm with a life of their own. You swallow as quickly as you can to end the disturbing experience, but the haunting smell of it lingers in your mind. You take a bite of your slab of blobfish. As the gooey, warm blobfish wiggles in your mouth, a sense of regret tinged with despair overtakes you, and it takes everything within your power not to gag. |
7 bites
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In the knotty oak cabinet:
a thin rosewood bowl with unique grain patterns |
Drink container |
750
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a wide-lipped cherry burl bowl |
Drink container |
750
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a saddle-shaped pearwood bowl with natural edging |
Drink container |
750
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a lacquered burled walnut bowl |
Drink container |
750
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a natural-edged white walnut bowl with darkened rings |
Drink container |
750
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a natural-edged hickory bowl with ebon rings |
Drink container |
750
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In the barnacle-laced cupboard:
some distilled sea water |
You take a drink from your distilled sea water. The faint flavor of fish detectable beneath the rotting, mossy taste is truly stomach-wrenching. You take a drink from your distilled sea water. The putrid, mossy flavor masks an underlying fishy taste. |
5 quaffs
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a cup of walrus sweat |
You take a drink from your walrus sweat. Strong vinegar flavors wash out any other perceptible flavor. You take a drink from your walrus sweat. Within the sweat, something crunches in a suspiciously insectile fashion. |
5 quaffs
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The Carpenter's Cozy
[The Carpenter's Cozy]
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Braided rugs, slightly lumpy where the cover the sand, are spread throughout the small room that is encircled by pressed canvas walls. Wrought iron lanterns, three in total, shed light upon the tables, that they are hung over, and the nearby chairs fashioned of broken ship's wheels. Passage into the other areas of the pavilion are cleared for easy navigation.
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Obvious exits: east, southeast
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On the polished cocobolo table you see:
a simple and smooth cocobolo mug |
Drink container |
750
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a squared cocobolo bowl inlaid with birch frigates |
Drink container |
750
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a square cocobolo plate with ebonwood inlay |
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750
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In the polished ebonwood table you see:
an oval zebrawood plate with natural edging |
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750
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a zebrawood bowl inlaid with white birch whorls |
Drink container |
750
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a wide zebrawood mug with whorled ebonwood inlay |
Drink container |
750
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In the bird's-eye maple table you see:
a tall tulipwood mug painted with sunbathing sirens |
Drink container |
750
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an octagonal tulipwood bowl with green seawood inlay |
Drink container |
750
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an octagonal tulipwood plate with red grains |
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750
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The Proprietor's Backroom
[The Proprietor's Backroom]
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Disheveled sand meets tidy rugs along the backside of the pavilion, the two proprietors' personalities clearly clashing in this small space. The eastern edge appears to be filled with storage boxes, discarded traps, and fishing nets, while the opposite side houses an orderly workbench with clean tools spaced at even intervals. The southern wall of the pavilion plays host to a very large painting surrounded by a frame carved with decorative oyster shells.
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Obvious exits: east, west
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Coated with oils, the thick canvas supports a colorful painting of a bright, sunny beach in the early hours of the morning. Gulls fly overhead while a comical-looking man, wearing a painter's cap and a carpenter's belt, strolls by the water's edge beside an enormous brown walrus wearing a purple bowtie and jaunty cap. Trailing behind them are discarded oyster husks, which trickle to the shell-carved frame.
There appears to be something written on it.
In the Common language, it reads:
The Walrus and The Carpenter
The Walrus' Whim
[The Walrus' Whim]
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Jagged shale rocks jut up from the sandy floor and create an uneven terrain to traverse, which is odd in this small space that is surrounded by thick canvas walls. Bowls of oil and fire illuminate everything in sight, including the half-desiccated carcass of some forgotten sea creature near the eastern edge of the pavilion. A large flat-topped boulder blocks the path between the western and southwestern egresses.
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Obvious exits: southwest, west
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On the large flat-topped boulder you see:
a bowl of seaweed salad |
You take a bite of your seaweed salad. The sand crunching between your molars provides an interesting counterpoint to the soggy, oily salad. You take a bite of your seaweed salad. As your teeth embrace the buttery sweetness, they encounter soft oily chunks with a faintly fishy taste. |
6 bites
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an oily fish eye |
You take a bite of your fish eye. The thick, paste-like texture of the fish eye clings to the inside of the mouth, imparting a lasting flavor not unlike that of rancid fish oil. You take a bite of your fish eye. The thin outer skins of the fish eye gives way against your tongue, releasing a flood of thick, briny juice. |
2 bites
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a warm mug of viscous liquid |
You take a drink from your viscous liquid. Thick and viscous, the viscous liquid has a harsh gaminess and tastes as though someone has punched you in the mouth. You take a drink from your viscous liquid. Unpleasantly hot, the viscous liquid almost causes you to lose your appetite due to its wholly unappealing flavor. |
5 quaffs
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