Now It's Time for: Zombie Chef

Those here stumble upon landing, and are surrounded by the smells of rotting meat and the thick, cloying scent of blood filling the air. All around there really shambling 'waiters' carrying large platters, or enormous jugs. The waiters with the platters - adorned by humanoid body parts in varying states of decay - slowly shuffle into a large set of double doors, leaving the stone chamber that those in here can see. The area behind the door remains out of sight for the moment.

From another door, this one just a single door by itself, is where the 'waiters' carrying the jugs originate. These individuals shuffle carefully, their burdens sloshing about. The fluid inside is clearly bodily fluids - proven when the leg of a 'waiter' literally falls off, and the individual collapses, breaking the jug it had been carrying. It groans quietly - but only for a moment before other figures descend upon it and pull it apart in a bloody display - and then it's limbs and body parts are slapped onto platters and carried into the back.

{Participants:
Stare
Nevin}

Nevin staggered as the shadows released their grasp on him. The man was slightly woozy - unlike some of the others around, he wasn't used to teleportation and usually stuck to walking if he needed to get somewhere. The two spatial movements in relatively short succession has seriously messed with his sense of balance, and it took him a few moments to recover and look around.

He was in what looked like a large kitchen serving room. Long wooden tables sat along the walls, with... With body part scattered across them. Not just human - animal, monster, and humanoid bodies were all in evidence. Nevin had to swallow revulsion when he saw what was clearly a Zombie dressed in the tattered remnants of a butler uniform stagger to one of the tables and pick up a torso and slowly carry it through a set of double doors that were set into one wall.

The last thing of note that he saw in his first glance around the room was that near him was a large swelling of shadows, like a giant pod that was about to burst. So - he wasn't going to be alone here?

Her first thought was to curse.

Where the hell now, I thought I was to-

Thump! She landed, sprawled in some form of oddly angular, preparation or work room. Dark stones made the walls, and the barest of good-quality candles lit up the place. Huge wooden tables were shoved against the walls, and upon them were rows and piles and hunks of dead meat. Bloody, putrid, and in varying stages of decay they seemed to be identifying this as a pantry of some sort. A strong smell of rotting flesh was thick in the air, making a horrid miasma that could have killed if one was so sensitive. Stare was reminded of Vitruvion's ability to smell different forms of magic, much in the same way that she was able to see them. His were more general, however, and she began to wonder what exactly this scent would, or could, mean.

Necromancy, he murmured.

She sighed - at least there was some comfort he was still there, and paying attention. Despite his grumpy mood, he had some intention of keeping in contact and not allowing her to die horribly in this castle which was very obviously cursed. Evidence lay in the fact that she had felt the tug of teleportation enchantments spiralling around her as she had stepped through the dark void of the doorway. Her instinct had been to assume that Vitruvion was causing it, as that is what he sometimes did. But, no, apparently it was part of the castle.

Figures, he warned.

She saw two movements. One was a lumbering individual easing his broken way through swinging doors. Freezing in her steps Stare realised that it was nothing more than a zombie. It made the idea of necromancy all the more likely, and she tried to make herself as still as possible. Perhaps his stupidity would cause him to consider her a mere decoration. Beyond that ...

There was another movement. She spied it from the corner of her eye, in the peripherole vision. Tensing, she prepared to grab her dagger when needed and fly into a killing spree, sending blood and guts wherever it was required. Keeping both figures in check she waited, anxious and awkward, the zombie and the shadow, until -

Red hair. Dark eyes. Red -

Thank the kami, she sighed. It had to be Nevin after all - her dear friend who had been the one to centre all this action. The first one to stride in through the doors of doom to this haunted place.

Still though, she did not move. Instead she kept her eyes cautiously on the awkward sack of drooping flesh that made its way to a table. The zombie still did not seem to register her existence. Rather, it did seem to be that stupid. It took a dull metal tray with a thigh of carcass on it, into its hands, then began to turn. With a despairing groan it lumbered slowly back out the way it had come, not one notice to Nevin or Stare taking place.

And then her sigh of relief could come. Spinning around, she looked at the alchemist.

"Where in the worlds are we?"

Nevin's knuckles were white on the grip of his whip as he sent virulent glare at the departing zombie. It had taken a very strong effort of will not to rip the damn thing apart - after his experience with the undead things in Ezoreth's Tower, where he had fought three of the accursed bastards, he was more than a bit on edge in regards to necromancy and zombies. Still - he was able to restrain himself, even if it was only for one reason.


The black pod of shadows had slipped away, revealing Stare, his dear friend standing there in her Kenku glory. She had spotted the zombie - her eyes were on it almost as soon as the shadows left her - and immediately frozen in place, and Nevin had decided to follow her lead here, and kept himself still until the door swung shut behind the zombified waiter. He let out an explosive breath and shook his head, hard.

"I think - I'm not sure about this- I think we're in... A larder? It looks like they're storing food here. If you can call that food." He indicated the tables laden with body parts with a nod of his head. Nevin was having to ignore the fact that his magic was thrumming and singing with the splashes of blood everywhere. He looked around the room - but aside from the door that the zombie had carried its gruesome burden into, there was only one other door - and it was close enough to the first that it most likely lead to the same room.

Nevin froze when that door swung open, and the same as before shuffled out. Only now, it was carrying what looked like a large pitcher. He didn't have to see it to know what was in that jug - no, his magic was singing loud enough that there was no doubt in his mind about it. He watched,
frozen in place with Stare, as the undead beast shuffled aware from the door - and when it got to the middle of the room, it was wrapped in dark black shadows, just like they had been - and then it was gone.

The alchemist fought down the urge to fetch. This was a kitchen, but one devoted to feeding those who feasted on blood.

Zombies are weak to fire, was his quiet first piece of advise.

Stare paused as she watched the newest creature get to the centre of the room - then disappear in a writhing mass of suddenly appearing darkness. It was clearly another teleport, the type used in this castle. Her heart thumped as realised that at any moment it could happen to them again. Whether they chose for it to or not. Certainly, the time before had not been Vitruvion after all, but the horror that dwelt within this place.

"Fire. Okay ..." she looked around and saw one of the few candles that melted fat wax onto a table, singing the wood and even merging with some of the food. She suspected that those eating this 'fine dining' would not object to a drop or two of beeswax mixed for flavouring. Especially if this was their ... kitchen.

Striding over she began to talk to Nevin, "Vitruvion says the zombies would be weak against fire," she explained. "It is a place to begin."

I am not near my library, the god murmured, and she caught a sense of him leaning back in his throne in the brotherhood council chambers, staring up at the ceiling. Still, he held his goblet in hand and still, he was alone. Give me time and I will access Ansaldo's archives.

If we have time, the teleport could take us anywhere.

Then I will be as swift as I can. There is no guarantee he ever made any undead. His eyes slid closed.

Stare breathed in and grabbed the knob of wood that made the candlestick. It took a sharp tug but she managed to free it from the table. Turning back around she looked right at Nevin.

"We need to get back to the front doors, wherever they were. Perhaps we should head in deeper?"

"Fire. Yes, fire should work.
If these things operate the way the ones I fought before did, getting rid of the base of their animation should also work - the head, from the ones that I had to kill." Nevin frowned as he thought about it. There was something else - ah, cold. Too bad they didn't have Fenn available, the pint sized Fae spread frost just by existing in a location. If they could chill the zombies, their rotted bodies should end up being unable to move.

But frost wasnt available, and fire was. Fire, and taking off their heads. He would leave scorching the zombies to Stare - she seemed to have a predilection to set things ablaze. He preferred not to mess with fire outside of using it for Alchemy or cooking. Instead he cracked his neck, and let crimson threads descend from his wrists and hands, merging together into coiled red whips.

Stare already knew of his threads, so he felt no reticence about using them here. While his normal whip was better against living creatures - its blood draining capabilities were handy - against these undead beasts, the strength and versatility offered by his thread whips was more effective. He took a deep breath as he settled himself.

"None of them will look like her this time." His voice was a whisper as he steeled himself. There would be no zombie that looked like his apprentice this time. Nevin cleared his throat and nodded roughly to Stare's suggestion.

"Pressing on will be a good idea. That vampire did say we had to get something from wherever we ended up in order to progress." So before another shuffling zombie could appear and jeopardize them, Nevin strode forward heading towards the double doors. He was able to reach them without issue and he shouldered the door open, ready to defend himself.

Of course he couldn't exactly defend himself from the utterly nauseating stench that filled the room. Rotten meat, poorly cooked meat, excrement - vile odours were mixed together in a gut churning medley of terrible smells. Nevin stayed standing through sheer dint of will, and the fact that he had smelled similar things before whole working with Alchemy. It was close though, and he knew he took on a green pallor as he fought down the urge to retch.

Stare could honestly not remember a vampire. Mostly just Vitruvion's orders to be more open to hugs, and stay around to gather intel. There may have been a another voice that said something similar to that in the great hall, or in the realms of her unconcious, but it could have also been just some arrant thought. Pushing her gauntleted, non-candle-holding hand through her feathers at her head, pressing down the blackened glossy things, she nodded slowly, agreeing with her friend.

"It seems the doors are the way to go."

Looking around she glowered at the various hunks of meat and paused to lean down to inspect one. It had some ghoulish green, blubbery mess oozing from it, between the skin and muscle. It was raw, a pale lumpy flesh that barely looked like meat, let alone edible. Bits of gristle spoke of rotted skin and prickly fur, and there was a thick mass of marrow-filled bone that was broken, snapped in some fight. Maybe the fight to kill it. A great tendon lolled out of the side, flopping onto the table in a mangey, discontented way.

"I wonder what you once were," she murmured, then she straightened again, and let out a grunt. Nevin seemed to be equally interested in on the muck of the 'dinner' around them.

Sucking in her breath she tightened her grip around the candle and sauntered forwards. Lowering her hand to the door before them she took time to shift over to her aura sight, reading herself just in case. Just in case there happened to be some being who was not chaotically neutral like the zombies likely were - most normal slave species were, born for service and little else. If there was some good-hearted being, it might give them more of an idea of what they could expect.

Nodding once more, and for the last time then, she shoved open the door and stepped through. Raising the candle hand she prepared to set alight any who came as Vitruvion continued his wanderings of investigating his father creator god's mind and memories. She stopped still and stared as she was faced with yet more ...

Zombies. Many more of them now, yet still as seemingly empty eyed.

For now.

The room that they were now in was a massive circle, gargantuan in proportion. Along the outside wall were more and more doors like the ones they had entered through - double doors that had shuffling, dead-eyed zombies stumbling through and into the room. All of the zombies that came in were carrying loads of meat just like the one that they had already witnessed, while the others were carrying jugs filled with blood. There were a few zombies that had no burdens at all, but they were few and far between - and almost all of them were out the outside edge of the room, near the wall. The center of the room was the clear destination of all the zombies carrying meat - a steady set of streaming creatures shambled their way in from the various rooms, heading for ...for...

The thing in the middle of the room defied description. It looked like a massive, undulating pile of meat that had, at some point, rotted and been shoved into a chef's uniform. The thing was enormous, easily twenty feet tall, and it looked like...like dozens of bodies had been shoved together, and their skin stripped away to reveal the raw, angry red flesh beneath. There were arms and legs sticking out of it at random intervals, but they were tiny in comparison to the disgusting monstrosity. The thing itself seemed to have no legs, instead relying upon the zombies to bring it sustenance. As they watched, horrified, a large, slimy tentacle burst from one side of the creature, and latched onto one of the platters of 'meat' that were being brought to it. The 'meat' was carried upwards, into a gaping hole that ripped open, and it vanished inside the cavernous black abyss that was the mouth of this thing. There was a moment of stillness - then a zombie carrying a jug, apparently empty, shoved it against one side of the abominable chef - just as a bloody blister formed and popped, sending a stream of thick, viscous blood down its side, and into the waiting mouth of the jug. The zombie then staggered away, carrying its repulsive burden back through a door and out of sight.

Before they could process this sight, they saw why the only zombies with nothing to carry were at the very outside edge of the room. One zombie tripped, and the platter it was carrying flew away from it. Before it could get back up and retrieve the platter, another of the meaty tentacles shot out and wrapped around the empty handed zombie, and dragged the entire undead thing into a new maw, dropping it in, still moaning and struggling. This time there was no blister of blood coming out - just a loud, disturbing crunching and cracking.

"What in the name of the Great Flow is that thing?!" Nevin's voice was shocked, stunned, and as quiet as he could make it as he stared at the abomination.

Stare looked doubtful.

"I have no idea," she murmured, backing up as far as she could go, without compromising the door. In her mind the idea of going back to that pantry of fleshy offcuts was not constitutional to a genuine attempt at moving onwards and getting the hell out of this place.

A gargling zombie, eyes rolled back into his head lumbered by them, making a long, low moan. Stare watched as he stretched a flailing arm in front of him and it hit the swing door. There was a screech of hinges and the door opened, allowing him in, but then it hit back at a rate he had not been expecting. The arm itself was hit and cast backward as he continued on his way. For a moment it flopped harmlessly on the floor before a great growl came from the massive fleshy beast in the centre. A great sniff sounded from a series of pig-like noses extruding from the side, and a long arm lashed out to snap it up.

Stare pressed herself all the more to the wall perpendicular to the doors, and breathed in tight. Though she had her hand stuffed with candle and dagger she still felt a great sinking feeling as she examined the morality of the fat sack of meat and little skin. It was so ugly she could have been sick, and in fact actually considered it, thinking of the circumstances. Certainly distasteful. Certainly not attractive.

Who so would ever create a thing?

It's aura was a pulsating sable nightmare, almost every chakra was dim. That meant it was a terrifying chaotic beast with no morals and little emotion - or if they were, they were bad. Especially it's hunger. It seemed starved, it's root chakra so dull it could be said to not be there at all.

"We need an explosive," Stare murmured. "Like a ... an Aleran fire cracker. Those. What we need to get it inside it ... I don't think it would take much to persuade it to eat."

She eyed up a zombie lugging his way towards them.

"Not much at all."

Nevin watched with a kind of horrified fascination as the abomination in the center for the room continued its grisly meals, taking body parts both from the platters, and any that fell off of the rotting zombies that were serving it. It was a sickening sight but one he found almost impossible to look away from.

"An- an explosive. I don't carry -" Nevin paused, and looked around the room again, his eyes suddenly gleaming as he examined the chamber once more. Was he, or was he not, a skilled alchemist? And were they not in what looked like it had once been an utterly massive kitchen? He had been distracted at first by the admittedly worrisome amounts of zombies that shuffled around them, but it seemed the undead creatures were far more concerned with not becoming a snack for the thing in the middle of the room.

But now that Nevin wasn't focused on the ugly creature, only on keeping far enough out of its range that he didn't join the menu, he saw there was more to this room than he had originally noticed. Namely, cubbies and alcoves set near the edge of the room, behind zombies in some cases. He looked to their left and right, and the walls closes to them, and saw more - and saw that inside of them, what he couldn't see from far away, was that there were jugs with various warning labels upon them. He grinned, a twist to his lips.

"Well. I might need you to buy me time if any of the zombies get too interested in us, but there are plenty of supplies here that I can use. It won't be a fire-based explosive, but, well, chemical bombs can corrode flesh very, very well." He gestured towards the cubbies and their somewhat dangerous contents.

Buy him time?

Stare blinked, then felt a wicked laugh begin to form in her throat. Buying time was one of her specialities. She had not spent the last five or six months carefully diplomacing with the businesses of Vitruvion's that she managed, to not learn how to 'buy time'. Perfectly, she was able, and willing, to do such a thing. All she needed to figure out was how she might do it for a beast like this, with no seeming main head, but rather snouts and a few buldging eyes that were hidden amongst the flesh. They swiveled to and fro in odd locations, with one slightly larger than the rest pinned at the very top and currently watching a lone zombie dragging a full half cow towards it ...

Still, it had not seemed to notice them, and the zombies themselves were incredibly blase. With one programmed task - to bring this monstrosity food - they dumbly went to and fro from pantry and other rooms, some being sucked into the very air and vanishing with no real reason.

Stare let her eyes float around the room briefly, thinking of what 'object' there might be in this room, but a quick check with finding naught but bored-looking zombies and random liquids told her that they would need more searching to find it. It was highly possible that it was inside the creature itself. Certainly, she considered that they would not get far without destroying it.

It was so obviously there to be destroyed .... and there were no drawers or cabinets here in which to hide an object. The only equipment she could really see were heavy-bladed carving knives. Pausing, she picked out the lumbering zombie with half the cow and nodded. He would serve as a brilliant point of contact in order to make this distraction work.

Carefully she laid the candle she was still holding on the ground. Sucking in her breath she blinked her eyes wide open and began to welcome the flood of memories that allowed her to gain the emotions necessary for a full on fight. Nodding once to Nevin she focused her steady idea of horror, focusing on the fact that Vitruvion had a thrice-damned half-brother here on the planet, intent on harm. She stared hard at the cow-lugging zombie's foot and waited.

Waited for him to begin howling in pain as her eyes made the idea of the agony real.

The zombie let out a loud, guttural moan of anguish and fell over, dropping its heavy load. A long, meaty tendril shot towards them - and then paused, as if trying to decide which of the two morsel to go for. Nevin took this opportunity to make his first move, dashing around the edge of the room to where he had seen some of the bottles. A quick check and he frowned. These were just oils, nothing - wait oils in and of themselves were flammable. An idea. He snatched the bottles up, using his threads to grab more, and as he moved he hurled some at the monstrosity.

The creature did not react to the bottles until they impacted against its flesh - some breaking, and coating its 'hide' in a sheen of oil, while others just bounced off and hit the ground, cracking there and slowly spilling their contents. The abomination reacted by sweeping a met appendage across the space where it had been struck, smearing the oil across it viscous surface. Then utterly had pulled both zombie and cow to it, producing a pair of jugs of blood from the cow, while once again the undead was merely a snack. Nevin skidded to a stop next to Stare, and set what bottles of oil he had left down by her. He grinned.

"Fire. Obviously we don't want to get close until we have to, which means, fire from afar. We can injure it with these - or, you can. I see some cleaning chemicals over there, and I can use those to make a more powerful impromptu explosive." He took a deep breath. " However you approach this, please do be careful." He gave her a short half bow, and moved to the other edge. He waited, waited - a zombie slipped on the spilled oil, and he move as it fell.

One step, then two - and he was in its range. He felt more than saw the meaty appendage shoot for him, and for a moment, Nevin felt fear. Then he bared his teeth in a snarl and threw himself forward, diving beneath the curling tendril of meat and sinew. It was used to grabbing unmoving zombies, and a living man was able to move far better than it anticipated.

Denied its meal, the creation let out a loud, room-shaking moan, one that vibrated Nevin's teeth in his head and made his ears ring. Two zombies collapsed, and the meat golem immediately grabbed them, one right after the other, and devoured them both. But - Nevin had made it. He was now on the far side, next to the cleaning chemicals. Now, how to do this? He emptied out one jug, and began pouring other chemicals into it, creating a foul-smelling mixture that only got worse as he worked. The redheaded alchemist just hoped that Stare was alright.

Fire. Fire was always good.

She remembered other times when she had killed with fire. Always it lashed up, hungrily, desperate for more fuel. Often she needed to be careful that it did not spark her own feathers into a raging inferno. Feathers could be highly flammable, considering the circumstances.

Luckily her stolen candle was still burning. Grabbing it, and trying to remain away from that solid, bulbous eye she bent to scoop up the candle once more. She waited until a delightful and tall, once female, zombie hunk of flesh drifted between them and the monstrosity. Using it as cover Stare moved fast, ducking to grab the candle and then spin around, in order to -

"Hhmmmmnnhhh," came the ghastly groan.

The kenku looked up. The single eye was on her, staring with mad desire. A rough tendril slapped over a groove like a putrid tongue licking his lip.

Sucking in her breath the kenku acted as far as her instincts allowed. Leaping forwards she aimed for and grabbed the hind leg of the female. The zombie itself, confused, gave a minor grunt before Stare jerked it back. Then she threw the undead lump of flesh as far as she could, and the tendril that had been stretching towards her now could grab the thrown form out of the air.

Distracted. Again. Now was her chance.

Grabbing the bow Stare fixed an arrow onto it as fast as her training could allow her. Training, from when she was young and by her warrior father. As the monster continued to enjoy his latest and greatest meal, she searched on the floor and found a faint rainbow shimmering on the damp ground before her. Dampness of the water, fat and ... oils. Stare shoved the end of the arrow into the oil.

Then straightened. Dipping the cloth into the fire of the candle she turned to face the beast. As it lazily began to search again for new meals, tendrils flapping about like useless appendages, Stare pulled back the bow string.

Then she waited for silence.

Quiet. All quiet.

Aim.

Nevin was in a hurry. He could hear the beastly abomination screaming behind him, hungry for flesh and bone. There was an unnatural squeal and he looked over - to see a tendril shooting for Stare. His heart gave a weird lurch, like he was seeing his sister in danger. His eyes narrowed and shot back to the mixture as Stare distracted the east with another body part, saving herself.

He had to finish this, and now. He was just about done with the chemical bomb but he needed one last ingredient - a fluid with metals inside. He knew just what to use, but didn't look forward to it. There was a strange sound, a soft twang, like a string being plucked - and then there was a huge roll of heat, washing over his back. So. Stare he decided to barbecue the abomination. A glance over his shoulder showed his guess correct - his friend was standing, silhouetted against a wash of flames, a bow clenched in one hand and steely determination in her game.

Well. If she had determination he was about to be undone. So he grit his teeth, and dragged his palm across his whip, wincing as a barb did what he wanted and tore his flesh. Moving softly he let his blood flow into the mixture in the bucket which began bubbling and frothing, and took on a rather unnatural hue. Nevin inhaled, exhaled, and capped the bottle.

"Stare! Get back!" Nevin stood up, snatching the bottle containing his impromptu bomb in his good hand. Then he charged forward - into time for Stare to look over and see him. A massive, messy tendril shot out and wrapped around him, and Nevin didn't try to dodge. He heard Stare scream his name - but this was what he needed. The chemical bomb was in his hand, hoisted out of the way as the thing brought him inwards.

His ribs were cracking under the pressure of the monstrosity's unnatural grip, and Nevin knew he'd come out the worse for this. But. Not as bad as the abomination of flesh. That impossible eye focused on him as Nevin was swung up in front of his mouth - and the redhead grinned, a wild, unnatural fierce grin.

"OPEN WIDE!" And using his threads to wrap around his arm and boost his strength, he hurled the bottle into the thing's gaping abyss of a maw. There was a strange stillness in the air as all of the eyes suddenly dilated, and movement stopped. The thing was trying to process its latest 'meal' which as exactly what Nevin needed for it to do. As soon as it tore the plastic and exposed the mixture to whatever acids were at work inside of it -

The bubbles appeared first, welling up and bursting through the flesh of the beast in a few places. Then Nevin was hurled backwards, shooting past Stare to slam into the wall, and his head was spinning as he slumped to the ground. The creature tried to stop the chemical cocktail inside of its system from doing more damage - but Nevin had counted on that, and his mixture just got more volatile the more blood was run through it.

The abomination began to dissolve inwards as an acidic compound ate through it. It looked a bit like a massive flan collapsing in on itself, and even now it was lashing out, trying to eat more - trying to reverse its demise. But, too little, too late, and its attempts just made its death faster.

"You absolute IDIOT!"

She ran to her friend, claws scrabbling on the cobbles as she dropped the bow - it was no use to her anymore. In fact, it was nothing, as she skidded her way over the slippery, disgusting cobbles. Beak wide she let out a horrific shriek of irritation.

Splat. A sudden thick wad of flesh and disgust slammed against the wall. It shot out from the still burning lump of mangled muscle, fat and gristle. All that was left of the creature. Still though, there was apparently enough to make damage now yet, as burps of offal splattered outwards. Enough to topple over a zombie who was blindly stumbling around, as well as sending something ... Clattering.

Stare furrowed her brow as she paused at the body. Around it was most sludge, and it made a form of a sea with zombie body land. Pausing she looked down and saw a shimmering metallic sheen amongst the grime.

A meat cleaver, scribed with a strange, ragged sigil. Picking it up she continued.

Running the rest of the way to Nevin, who had now slid down the wall she hissed. As she was lit up by the brilliance of the burning fire, she heaved Nevin onto her lap, laying his head onto her feathery thigh.

"You're an idiot," she growled at him. "An absolute idiot. I don't care if it worked."

He smiled at her groggily. "Stare ... Do you have a sister?"

It caught her off guard. She frowned. "No ..."

"Ah. Well I think I may have hit my head. Hard."

By her the zombie that had recently been downed let out a grumble of pain. She glanced at it very briefly and then sighed, before looking down at her friend again.

"Yeah. We just have to figure out how to get out of here now."

Thread Title: Now It's Time for: Zombie Chef
Judgment Type: No Judgment

Nevin receives 864 EXP and a dehlar meat cleaver (276 GP taken from Nevin to pay for remainder of spoil)

Stare receives 873 EXP and 77 GP

Rewards added/GP deducted.