RWShop:Lambs Among Wolves/2024

a slapdash wooden shelter, [Map Room 36], Room# 8208736, Lich# LXX, go wooden shelter

Lambs Among Wolves

[Lambs Among Wolves - 8209329]
The dirt floor is nearly hidden by a carpet of rolton and wolf fur rugs, all in various states of wear and tear and in a variety of hues. Much the same are the walls of the slapdash wooden shelter, each covered by and insulated with the furred hides of both predator and prey. Small ramshackle curios sit here and there, filled with jars and bottles of odds and ends, solids and liquids, while a four-legged scrap wood table takes center stage in the space, illuminated by a black iron-framed lantern above.
Obvious exits: out

Prices in raikhen.

In the ramshackle curios you see: an oversized avian skull talisman with a sharpened beak, a dark bone and rabbit fur fetish bound in rough twine, an obsidian-beaded wolf fang necklace, and a carved horn rolton-shaped pendant on a dun leather thong.

Item	Type	Info	Details	Price
an oversized avian skull talisman with a sharpened beak		< 1 lb pin-worn	Perfume jewelry Analyze Analyze: Scent: Predator Doses: 20 Max Doses: 20	500
a dark bone and rabbit fur fetish bound in rough twine		< 1 lb pin-worn	Perfume jewelry Analyze Analyze: Scent: Prey Doses: 20 Max Doses: 20	500
an obsidian-beaded wolf fang necklace		< 1 lb neck-worn	Perfume jewelry Analyze Analyze: Scent: Cry Wolf Doses: 20 Max Doses: 20	500
a carved horn rolton-shaped pendant on a dun leather thong		< 1 lb neck-worn	Perfume jewelry Analyze Analyze: Scent: Two Shakes of a Rolton's Tail Doses: 20 Max Doses: 20	500

On the scrap wood table you see: an irregularly shaped scrap of parchment, a crimson inverted pyramid vial piercing an onyx crescent base, a diminutive milky grey glass bottle, a rough-hewn obsidian vial banded with silver-fused wolf fangs, and a carved rolton horn bottle plugged with a whittled aspen stopper.

an irregularly shaped scrap of parchment

In the Common language, it reads:

Whether predator or prey, there be a scent to suit you here.

a crimson inverted pyramid vial piercing an onyx crescent base - Predator
a diminutive milky grey glass bottle - Prey
a rough-hewn obsidian vial banded with silver-fused wolf fangs - Cry Wolf
a carved rolton horn bottle plugged with a whittled aspen stopper - Two Shakes of a Rolton's Tail

an oversized avian skull talisman with a sharpened beak - Predator
a dark bone and rabbit fur fetish bound in rough twine - Prey
an obsidian-beaded wolf fang necklace - Cry Wolf
a carved horn rolton-shaped pendant on a dun leather thong - Two Shakes of a Rolton's Tail

There be 200 uses in the bottles and vials and 50 in the jewelry pieces.

Item	Type	Info	Details	Price
a crimson inverted pyramid vial piercing an onyx crescent base		< 1 lb	Perfume Read / Analyze Read: A torn scrap of parchment strung on a bit of hemp twine about the vial's neck reads, "Predator." Analyze: Type: perfume or cologne. Applications: 20 / 20 Eligible for Permanence: Yes Scent: First-person: You have about you like a second skin the heated scent of warm blood, set aflame by need and instinct, with spikes of peppery musk swimming beneath. Awash in the sanguine headnotes, arid strains of scorched ivory wend through, chased by the fetor of saliva tainted by the reek of fresh entrails. Third-person: <Player> has about <him/her> like a second skin the heated scent of warm blood, set aflame by need and instinct, with spikes of peppery musk swimming beneath. Awash in the sanguine headnotes, arid strains of scorched ivory wend through, chased by the fetor of saliva tainted by the reek of fresh entrails.	400
a diminutive milky grey glass bottle		< 1 lb	Perfume Read / Analyze Read: A torn scrap of parchment strung on a bit of hemp twine about the bottle's neck reads, "Prey." Analyze: Type: perfume or cologne. Applications: 20 / 20 Eligible for Permanence: Yes Scent: First-person: You have an undispellable miasma seeming to emanate from your every pore, a brume of excreta rank with hints of soured sweat, sebaceous oils, ammonia, and marsh gas. Beneath the choking forenotes lies something more primal, a coppery twang laced with pungent musk, imparting a sillage that outstays its welcome. Third-person: <Player> has an undispellable miasma seeming to emanate from <his/her> every pore, a brume of excreta rank with hints of soured sweat, sebaceous oils, ammonia, and marsh gas. Beneath the choking forenotes lies something more primal, a coppery twang laced with pungent musk, imparting a sillage that outstays its welcome.	400
a rough-hewn obsidian vial banded with silver-fused wolf fangs		< 1 lb	Perfume Read / Analyze Read: A torn scrap of parchment strung on a bit of hemp twine about the vial's neck reads, "Cry Wolf." Analyze: Type: perfume or cologne. Applications: 20 / 20 Eligible for Permanence: Yes Scent: First-person: You have winnowing from your body the indelible scents of weald and wild, freshly clawed earth and resinous conifers, and musk-dappled fur on a rimy current of air. The combination creates a manner of spice agrarian in nature, untamed in spirit, and with the faintest, diffuse, and most curious thread of vague florals to finish. Third-person: <Player> has winnowing from <his/her> body the indelible scents of weald and wild, freshly clawed earth and resinous conifers, and musk-dappled fur on a rimy current of air. The combination creates a manner of spice agrarian in nature, untamed in spirit, and with the faintest, diffuse, and most curious thread of vague florals to finish.	400
a carved rolton horn bottle plugged with a whittled aspen stopper		< 1 lb	Perfume Read / Analyze Read: A torn scrap of parchment strung on a bit of hemp twine about the bottle's neck reads, "Two Shakes of a Rolton's Tail." Analyze: Type: perfume or cologne. Applications: 20 / 20 Eligible for Permanence: Yes Scent: First-person: You have on your skin the faint aroma of lanolin, which unravels like newly spun skeins of washed wool, tinged with the whisper of a metallic twang and a telluric whiff that nearly obfuscates a slightly sour note. The fragrance spins away into herbaceous breaths of grass and hay, leaving a lingering sillage of plush, green pastures. Third-person: <Player> has on <his/her> skin the faint aroma of lanolin, which unravels like newly spun skeins of washed wool, tinged with the whisper of a metallic twang and a telluric whiff that nearly obfuscates a slightly sour note. The fragrance spins away into herbaceous breaths of grass and hay, leaving a lingering sillage of plush, green pastures.	400