Something Is Fishy In PaxLair
Governor Winfield walked slowly ahead of his packy, a sweet tempered animal that he had once saved from a band of savage orcs that were hoping to eat it. The packy was loaded with freshly-caught fish from Winfield's latest sea adventure.
Winfield sniffed the air. "What is that smell?" he muttered to himself. "It isn't fish. Are those goblins lurking nearby, having a farting contest perhaps?" He looked around, but saw nothing that might explain it.
As he walked toward the mage tower, the odor grew stronger. Shaking his head and clearing his nose, he unloaded the packy and took the fish into the tower kitchen to clean them.
About an hour later Winfield decided to investigate and look for the source of the awful smell. He found a few dead rodents in a seldom used outdoor cellar, but they were long dried and nearly mummified. "Ewww...it's not them," he mumbled, stepping back and moving on.
As he approached the Well of Justice the odor suddenly became unbearable. Covering his nose, he peered into the well and cried out in dismay. The well's once pristine blue waters were as black as tar, churning slowly and releasing foul smelling bubbles that made him retch.
Shaken, Winfield stumbled back to the tower. He felt soiled, violated in some way even beyond the terrible stench lingering on his cothes.
Later, after burning the ruined clothing and washing his body as well as he could, Winfield pulled himself together. Calmly, he sat down at his desk and prepared an urgent message to NANOC, his second-in-command, ordering him to initiate a full and immediate investigation of this new and very unsettling situation.
Governor Winfield walked slowly ahead of his packy, a sweet tempered animal that he had once saved from a band of savage orcs that were hoping to eat it. The packy was loaded with freshly-caught fish from Winfield's latest sea adventure.
Winfield sniffed the air. "What is that smell?" he muttered to himself. "It isn't fish. Are those goblins lurking nearby, having a farting contest perhaps?" He looked around, but saw nothing that might explain it.
As he walked toward the mage tower, the odor grew stronger. Shaking his head and clearing his nose, he unloaded the packy and took the fish into the tower kitchen to clean them.
About an hour later Winfield decided to investigate and look for the source of the awful smell. He found a few dead rodents in a seldom used outdoor cellar, but they were long dried and nearly mummified. "Ewww...it's not them," he mumbled, stepping back and moving on.
As he approached the Well of Justice the odor suddenly became unbearable. Covering his nose, he peered into the well and cried out in dismay. The well's once pristine blue waters were as black as tar, churning slowly and releasing foul smelling bubbles that made him retch.
Shaken, Winfield stumbled back to the tower. He felt soiled, violated in some way even beyond the terrible stench lingering on his cothes.
Later, after burning the ruined clothing and washing his body as well as he could, Winfield pulled himself together. Calmly, he sat down at his desk and prepared an urgent message to NANOC, his second-in-command, ordering him to initiate a full and immediate investigation of this new and very unsettling situation.
