Hazel Nutt
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| Sprite | |
|---|---|
| Birthday | 8th Autumn |
| Age | 24 |
| Haven | Vale |
| Location | |
| House | Nutts Cattery |
| Family | None |
| Talents |
| Accuracy | 7 |
|---|---|
| Barter | 8 |
| Charm | 8 |
| Constitution | 9 |
| Intelligence | 8 |
| Speed | 10 |
| Stamina | 11 |
| Strength | 8 |
| Toughness | 10 |
| Virility | 12 |
Sprites
| Baby | Kid | Adult | Elder |
|---|---|---|---|
Gifting
| Likes | Dislikes |
|---|---|
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. |