Soup Kitchen Progress
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_Dressed in magically light looking full plate, which is polished and burnished and decorated to within an inch of its life - and crown by a pert little hat at a rakish angle, gastrognome and restaurant critic Perriwig P. Doubleday makes a "mystery slurper" visit to the soup kitchen. He seems sorely disappointed by the smell of the fare on offer, and asks for the smallest, smidgeon of the broth to try. Whatever its actual flavour - or whether or not the goodly Sisters consent to the tubby gnome tasting their fare - Perriwig will insist that it is too bland requires a dash of this and that to spruce the whole dish up.
To such an end, he proposes to the Sisters to organise a GGLLAA mission to collect appropriate herbs to enliven their repast - and that he and his gnomish cronies would do all the leg work, herb selection and delivery. With a waggle of a rakish eyebrow, he awaits their reply…_
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Not knowing he was a senator at the time, Shade blushes deeply when she hears one of the women address Redralen as such. She is flustered and keeps her distance but does listen to the stories from the doorway and smiles.
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Senator Ronan Redralen stops by the kitchen again, seeming on invitation of Lairilwa. He seems to spend most of the time with the children from the orphanage, and offers them a story of his many adventures throughout Narfell. Along with his stories, he creates fanciful, but small illusions with his magic to emphasize his telling. He tells of dragon slaying and a love story… seeming very enthusiastic with his stories, and sometimes overly dramatic. If none had known him, they'd mistake him for a bard.
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So that is another week's worth of Soup Stock!
*Shade looks around and smiles at the robust children, women, and frequent visitors to the soup kitchen and glad some at least do not have to go to bed feeling they are hungry.
She keeps an eye out for the half-orc that has been terrorizing the homeless, although they are all too frightened to give a proper description.*
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Marie comes in with two fifty pound sacks, one under each arm. One seems to be full of garlic, the other with salted meat.
Been out gathering for our supplies, Caric and Sister Silmiel have been giving as well.
Think we've got enough of this sort of thing for the moment though, still trying to negotiate that flour we need. Lots of folk struggling to get enough for themselves from what I can tell, not much spare to go around. Still, I'll keep trying.
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The Woodworkers deliever all the new tables and chairs, but without new accommodations they are precariously stacked in the storeroom up to the rafters.
The root cellar is packed with food stuffs.
Shade says a quiet prayer to Selûne that these Lords of the Seafarer's Guild get off their arse sometime soon and get back to her. Then she feels guilty for thinking such about her betters.
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Eighth Official Food Drive
Date: Mirtul, Last day of First RideResults:
2 Turns of the Moon Worth of Soup!- Still no bread. Must secure large Grain or Flour order.
100 pounds of Meat & Fish
80 quarts of pease [[garlic, turnups]]
(Rice order for a year)
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Yngdír Mel'fein stands silently, close enough to the soup kitchen that he's noticed anyway. He looks at every sorry one of those who need to be handed food, although shows no concern for one way or the other. As quietly as he arrived, he's gone again. Headed in the direction of the south-bound boats.
Perhaps he was just there to say goodbye for now in his own fashion.
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sister Silmiel Tends to the sick after the meals,removing diseases of at least 5 person after each meal
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Sir Mariston moves forward and eyes Grak
“Remove yourself from this area, frankly I hath had enough of your attempts at rabble rousing and bullying. I hear another word from thee hear and I shall hath thee arrested under artical 2.18 Disturbing the Peace”
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Grak passes by and his snout immediately picks up the scent from the soup cauldron. He loiters around, frowning at the long line of unfortunates
"oi, whys ya females even bother wit dem useless and penniless beggars? They gots nay coin. Ya only git deir beggar stench und infektion. Just let em ta crawl inta de gutter und save yar food fer dem worthy unes. Whun next winter comes, dem dirty vermins perish anyways"
eyes the line of beggars and fingers his club on his belt "und Grak tinks dat dem vermins nay objekt nows, when Grak skips dem line fer Graks share"
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Yana stands guard, and does her best to maintain peace and order
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Sir Mariston Thel and knights of the Order arrive to aid with the process, dutifully and quietly seeking to offer aid where it is needed.
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[Town criers in the Commerce and Docks Districts announce that the soup kitchen has reopened and free medical check-ups are now available there.]^
Sir Galin of the Triad Temple sends some clerics to the docks. They along with the Selûnites and women of the crumbling orphanage hang up burlap draperies around the porch to create a makeshift Triage Center. People are checked for signs of plague infection.
Those showing any signs of sickness are brought to the Triad Temple for treatment.
Those given a clean bill of health are allowed into the soup kitchen where they are given double portions as the food drives have been very productive of late with many offering large contributions. The thinking being that well fed, the populace will have a better chance to stave off sickness.
Sister Shade blesses the bowls, cups, and cutlery inbetween each wash cycle to purify them. She asks any with healing abilities that stop by to please do the same as they are able. Food and water is also purified on a regular basis.
The women work themselves almost to the point of collapse and keep the children upstairs to avoid undue risk of infection.
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Marie and Shade are seen at the Soup Kitchen, organising some changes to help out those who come to them for a meal. At where the line used to start is set up a clerical station, manned by several healers.
Their instructions are to check all who come for a meal for the plague before they are allowed to move down the line. Those who do come forward with plague like symptoms are kindly sent to the temple for healing of their condition.
Any who have concern at the treatment that they or their friends might suffer are offered the chance to see first hand what the temple is doing to help out the plague victims, and to accompany any they wish to.
Seems like the soup kitchen is back in business.
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{Sister Silmiel is seeking the man in black wanting to know what he wishes from them}
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A man in black and red walks up to the sign, reads it, then seeks out an individual involved with the soup kitchen, something on his mind.
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A passing dwarf mentions that there is an expert Extermination Service in town that might be willing to help for a very low fee, or even for honorable mention…
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::Kresha reads the sign over…her eyes furrow slightly then looks about for any nearby sisters::
...::she mutters::...well intended but this could cause a panic...I do hope they spoke with a city official before hanging this out for all to see...
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[A notice is posted on the door of the old orphanage which is now locked up tight]
We regret to inform you that due to the severe public health risk of a magical plague the soup kitchen will remain closed until the infected are found and treated. Kill and burn any rats on sight. If you find red or black spots on your skin please distance yourself from your loved ones and find a cleric immediatly and inform them.
If you can get Tea Tree Oil mix a couple of drops in a glass of water and drink the tonic 3 times a day. Only do this if you get sick first.
We will do what we can but the best prevention of this disease is issolation.
Maiden Shade of Selune
