Location: It's A Wash, Don't have a Kow, The Secret Revealed
It's A Wash
Archimoodes: Hrmm? Whats that? Oh. You're the [Class] Zeuster promised would help me?
Archimoodes: Oh no. Not killing. Our problem is of a... somewhat different nature. What do you know about this place?
Archimoodes: All true. This is the CluckMooFoo Temple, dedicated to the worship of the glory of the god Zeuster
Archimoodes: We are also a school, and stable a large group of novice magepriests, chickencalves sent to us as a sign of their parents devotion
Archimoodes: Not hardly. They are loud and rowdy and messy. Which is right where you come in. The dormitory where we stable the novices is
Archimoodes: We're all busy preparing for the Feast of Ruffled Feathers; We don't have time to clean it ourselves, even if it weren't in such bad
Archimoodes: If you don't think you can do it...
Archimoodes: Not close by. If you need water, you'll need to travel in search of it. Do you have a plan already?
Archimoodes: Of course. The temple-and living quarters-must be spotless if Zeuster's festival is to be appropriately celebrated
Archimoodes: You'll have your assistance when you return
Archimoodes: Magic it is. Stand back!
Don't have a Kow
Archimoodes: Oh, nothing so difficult! We just want you to take our apprentices here to visit their relatives. The cattle of Jer'yon
Archimoodes: Just be careful. You know what kinds of mischief young apprentices can get into.
The Secret Revealed
Archimoodes: We ask that you not reveal what we'll tell you to anyone, except the woman who sent you on this quest for knowledge.
Archimoodes: *muffled screams of rage*
Archimoodes: That bad, eh?
Archimoodes: 'Kay... that's 'Request'.
Archimoodes: ...And this is 'Abundant'. Good good..
Archimoodes: Oh stink.
Archimoodes: That is what happened here. Because of the garbled glyphs- and how that happened we STILL do not know- our prayer went awry.
Archimoodes: ... Yes.
Archimoodes: Since we couldn't EAT it and we had no idea what to DO with it, we decided to get rid of it.
Archimoodes: We knew of a Black Market run by an elf out in the SandSea.
Archimoodes: We were sure that no one would trace this... this stuff... back to us.
Archimoodes: He's a smart half-elf. I'm sure he's just concerned for his health. Have you seen how greasy that stuff is?!
Archimoodes: We were quite surprised when weapons made of the bacon started turning up around Lore.
Archimoodes: I discreetly investigated and found that the proprietress of a Battle Arena bought the whole mound of it.
Archimoodes: It comes from a place beyond our understanding, outside our reality.
-- Pink_Star for location.
-- ArchMagus Orodalf for location.
-- Stephen Nix for the post reformat, correction, missing location and image.
-- ILmaster13 for additional dialogue.
-- Peachii for correction.
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