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<tr><th>Age</th><td>33</td></tr> | <tr><th>Age</th><td>33</td></tr> | ||
<tr><th>Haven</th><td>[[Vale]]</td></tr> | <tr><th>Haven</th><td>[[Vale]]</td></tr> | ||
<tr><th>Location</th><td>[[Cuckoo Wood]]</td></tr> | <tr><th>Location</th><td><div class='locationIconContainer'><img class='locationIcon' src="https://wiki.kynseed.com/resources/assets/icons/locations/3.png"></div> [[Cuckoo Wood]]</td></tr> | ||
<tr><th>House</th><td>[[Nutts Cattery]]</td></tr> | <tr><th>House</th><td>[[Nutts Cattery]]</td></tr> | ||
<tr><th>Family</th><td>None</td></tr> | <tr><th>Family</th><td>None</td></tr> | ||
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== Story == | == Story == | ||
<div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Name</td><td >Use the cursed outhouse.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Description</td><td >Use the cursed outhouse by Hazel Nutt's house. You must have the Flatulence trait applied.</td></tr><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Dialogue</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Friendly</td><td >You | <div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Name</td><td >Use the cursed outhouse.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Description</td><td >Use the cursed outhouse by Hazel Nutt's house. You must have the Flatulence trait applied.</td></tr><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Dialogue</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Friendly</td><td >You look like you could be a trustworthy cat lover. Am I right? I do hope so. There are three things in this world you can rely on. Cats. More cats. And milk. | ||
I once | I once dated a fella who I hoped would show me the world and then lift me on his shoulders so I could touch the stars. All he ended up doing was eat fruit and read books on the toilet. Then, one day, he had gone. I like to think he flushed himself.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Like</td><td >I remember when I got my first cat. This lovely fluffy one on my head. I found him standing on a book in the outhouse, looking lost. So I took him in. | ||
It smelled of Hugh, my vanished fella. And then it furballed from there | It smelled of Hugh, my vanished fella. And then it furballed from there. I took in every stray I could find. Every stray man, I mean. And when each man left me, I would find another lost cat in their place. I had found a calling to care for them. A cat-calling, as it were.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Love</td><td >With all my fellas disappearing from the outhouse, I've come to the conclusion that my toilet is cursed. Could you lift the curse by blasting away the man-hating spirit that seemingly haunts within it? Plumbing not your thing? You might need some apothecary-based help, perhaps?</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td >Complete</td><td >You did it? That must have been good exorcise. It is very much appreciated. My cats thank you, too. Hopefully the curse is gone for good and I might actually keep a man for more than a few flushes.</td></tr></table></div> | ||
[[Category:NPC]] | [[Category:NPC]] | ||
Revision as of 16:22, 1 March 2024
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| Age | 33 | ||||||
| Haven | Vale | ||||||
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| House | Nutts Cattery | ||||||
| Family | None | ||||||
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Sprites
| Baby | Kid | Adult | Elder |
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Gifting
| Likes | Dislikes |
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 Fishy Goodjohns |  Gassy Apple |
 Milk |  Arrest Stew |
 Catnip |  Egg |
Story
| Task | |
|---|---|
| Name | Use the cursed outhouse. |
| Description | Use the cursed outhouse by Hazel Nutt's house. You must have the Flatulence trait applied. |
| Dialogue | |
| Friendly | You look like you could be a trustworthy cat lover. Am I right? I do hope so. There are three things in this world you can rely on. Cats. More cats. And milk. I once dated a fella who I hoped would show me the world and then lift me on his shoulders so I could touch the stars. All he ended up doing was eat fruit and read books on the toilet. Then, one day, he had gone. I like to think he flushed himself. |
| Like | I remember when I got my first cat. This lovely fluffy one on my head. I found him standing on a book in the outhouse, looking lost. So I took him in. It smelled of Hugh, my vanished fella. And then it furballed from there. I took in every stray I could find. Every stray man, I mean. And when each man left me, I would find another lost cat in their place. I had found a calling to care for them. A cat-calling, as it were. |
| Love | With all my fellas disappearing from the outhouse, I've come to the conclusion that my toilet is cursed. Could you lift the curse by blasting away the man-hating spirit that seemingly haunts within it? Plumbing not your thing? You might need some apothecary-based help, perhaps? |
| Complete | You did it? That must have been good exorcise. It is very much appreciated. My cats thank you, too. Hopefully the curse is gone for good and I might actually keep a man for more than a few flushes. |