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| + | To milk a cow, it must first be lactating - a direct result of a cow having given birth to a calf. A productive dairy operation must therefore include both the the production of milk and the production of calves. Masculine calves are castrated and raised as steers for beef production or left intact and raised as veal. Feminine calves are raised to become calf birthing/lactating cows. | ||
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| + | There is a great deal of variation in the types of dairy production world-wide. In [[Sasserine]], my father [[Plagioclase]] ran a traditional moo cow dairy farming operation. In the [[Nomandi Desert]] Region, it is not unheard of to use camels for dairy production. In [[Daromir]], they appear to run a non-traditional human dairy farming operation. This must be why my father's moo cow operation faired so poorly here in [[Daromir]] when I was a child. Human milk was in favor—not moo cow. | ||
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| + | My observations of the non-traditional [[Daromir]] style of dairy farming began after finding the detective and commissioning him to locate a proper supply of red leaf snuff. A first calf heifer named [[Amelia]] was separated from her calf who was kept in an adjoining room. My father practiced the same strategy on our moo cow farm. A cow produces milk all day long and if let be, a calf will nurse all day long. In order to make your milking time worthwhile, you must first separate the cow and the calf for a bit and let the milk store up in the cow's udder. To speed up milk production, the assembled group was giving [[Amelia]] a horrible tasting liquid from buckets. In [[Sasserine]], my father would make sure that our cows had plenty of clean water -- something they seemed to really enjoy and which would speed up milk production. When [[Amelia]] came up to me, I offered her some of the horrible tasting liquid from a bucket -- which she seemed to really enjoy and which hopefully allowed her to produce more milk. | ||
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| + | A dwarf hating micky interrupted my observations of the [[Daromir]] dairy farming practices at this point. He presented a sack of something to [[Amelia]] in exchange for her calf. Upon hearing that it was a masculine calf capable of producing superior grade veal, he presented her with a second sack as payment. | ||
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| + | A short time later, a group of [[Church of Wee Jas|Wee-Jasian]] veal appreciators entered the bar(n). One of the [[Church of Wee Jas|Wee-Jasian]] veal appreciators called [[Mekor]] appeared quite distraught that the dwarf hating micky had already purchased the future superior grade veal. [[Mekor]] took the young veal by force and a brief scuffle ensued which left the bar(n) tender injured and rattled. Sensing that no further dairy production or observations could take place that evening unless another bar(n) tender appeared—I took over duties as bar(n) tender. | ||
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| + | As bar(n) tender, I continued serving the horrible tasting liquid in hopes that other cows or first calf heifers might appear. I also investigated the kitchen and located a peculiar poultry dish which I was able to successfully sell for a tidy sum of silver. | ||
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| + | With no further cows appearing and having lost track of the first calf heifer [[Amelia]], I began to clean up the bar(n) for what would surely be a successful morning milking. I made sure that all of the buckets were in an orderly stack and swept and straightened to the best of my abilities. | ||
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| + | The detective was kind enough to lend me his bed for the evening for I would need plenty of sleep for the morning milking. I shared the room with a star-eyed dwarf named [[Garthin]]. [[Garthin]] offered me some root but warned that it would give me star eyes too—it didn’t. I shared a few tokes from my [[red leaf snuff]] pipe with him as repayment. | ||
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| + | In the morning, no one appeared for milking at the bar(n) and I resigned from my position as bar(n) tender hoping to find employment in a bar(n) where there was actual dairy work to be done. I signed on with the dwarf hating micky in the hunt for his stolen veal. He offered me a decent pile of silver each day and I knew that I would need plenty of silver and maybe even some gold once the detective tracked down a supply of red leaf snuff. The star-eyed dwarf, the detective, and some other riffraff appeared to also be in the employment of the dwarf hating micky in his veal hunt. | ||
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| + | Along the way, I heard mutterings from my companions concerning a [[baby golem]] and that the [[Church of Wee Jas|Wee-Jasian]] veal appreciators might be attempting to construct one. I’m not sure exactly what a [[baby golem]] is, but it apparently takes at least thirty babies to produce. Hopefully, it is some sort of delicious veal pie that I might be able to sample someday. | ||
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| + | The veal hunt eventually led us to another bar(n) named the Square Bar but there was sadly no milk production that I could see taking place. There did appear to be a large number of cows present but none of them appeared to be lactating. | ||
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| + | The veal hunt concluded at a warehouse guarded by some faggy elves. I did not appreciate their fag talk and was able to beat one into unconsciousness with my quarterstaff. Another faggy elf that the detective had cast a spell on led us to a room in the basement of the warehouse. Both the veal who I had last seen exiting the door of the bar(n) with [[Mekor]] and the first calf heifer, [[Amelia]], were there. An elf lady named [[Whisperwind]] appeared quite distraught that we had come to the milking without our milking tiaras and threw a quantity of them at us. The tiaras appeared quite important to the [[Daromir]] milk production process so I put one on my head eager to make further observations of the [[Daromir]] non-traditional dairy practices. | ||
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| + | Soon we found ourselves under siege by the [[Church of Wee Jas|Wee-Jasian]] veal appreciators. The first calf heifer might dry up if separated from her veal for too long so I assisted in the extraction of her and the veal from the warehouse. During the ensuing battle, a non-lactating cow fell due to wounds from the [[Church of Wee Jas|Wee-Jasian]] veal appreciators. I picked her up and carried her from the battlefield. She might serve well for further observations of the [[Daromir]] dairy production traditions if I can find a bull willing to breed with her. | ||
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Taliesin's Journal - March 13, 1332
Amelia had her baby this evening. Another body added to the teeming mass that is at the rotting foot of this city. The child seemed unremarkable enough, at first -- but the evening has be wondering if I might be wrong.
Evening started bad, got worse. One of Jonny's thugs came by, small time crook, wouldn't be worth mentioning if he hadn't tried to kill me. All this over 50g. I used to throw that kind of money at whores before Pentulius. Now some thug is trying to kill me over it. Jonny won't like it when I get my hands on him. He is going to think he is covered in spiders until he dies. I don't think Jonny likes spiders. I don't remember. Doesn't matter. Spiders it is.
Dealt with thug, Jonny should know better than to send someone so weak willed after me. Maybe he shouldn't. No way for him to know, he wouldn't have learned anything about me. He is a thug typical of this city. Lacks finesse, intelligence, method. Wouldn't be worth my time if it wasn't for the threat. Will kill thugs next time. Send Jonny a message.
Need to learn to be more on guard, could have been from Moriartea -- that might have ended differently. Seems like I need a real door.
Went to the Bucket's to unwind after the thug, Manuel had said something about celebrating another mouth to the teeming mass of the city. Doesn't matter to me, Amelia's nice enough. Going tonight might keep her trap shut next time someone comes looking for me. Obviously didn't tonight. She sent everyone to my office, none of them paid.
Brat from noble house, wizardish type -- untrained, no power, no manners. I could kill him. Might need to kill him, attitude might get in the way. Came looking for Annie again. I sent him to Amelia once, she's where the trail ends. I follow trails, I don't fight. Explained this, brat didn't understand. Showed him Amelia again. Met another client, Conhar -- he's going to pay me to find him drugs. Seemed desperate, should be easy enough to find his weed. I look forward to taking his money. Some hippy dwarf druid also was in the Buckets. It was a weird night, I think -- hippy druid kept spouting off about a prophecy and how we were all destined to work together. I suspect he had been hit in the had a few too many times, making quick associations in his head along with delusions of grandeur. The only reason we were in his dream was because we happened to be at the Buckets. Don't care too much, he came in handy when things got bad.
Then things got bad.
Jasidin Purple Guard stormed into the Buckets, led by Mekor. They overwhelmed the bar, took the kid. Don't like it when people mess with the Dregs, when the powerful lord it over the underclass. Typical of the mageocracy, no regard for any non-magic user, or anyone else that doesn't play into their system. I was there, I played that game. Didn't like it. Don't like them. Mekor is an upstart, obviously working for someone else. More than I can handle on my own. Tried to handle thugs, but there were too many and I was too few. Had help from Amelia's brother. Human crimeboss -- fleeting influence, illegal trade. Normally he would be my enemy. Need his help to preserve order.
Mekor took the child, knights moved out of the Buckets to the south. Some kind of supernatural fog appeared, obviously a wizard's doing. Probably Mekor, maybe not. Several knights were dead there. Checked their pockets, got 16 gold. Up 1 gold for the day after paying off Jonny's thug. Also found a Brooch.
Went to Candy Mountain to find out about the brooch. Talked with Charlie, introduced him and Conhar -- made some progress finding weed for Conhar. Need to go to noble area of Xalo. Charlie sent us to Darril at Square -- the man/woman thing that was at the Bucket's seemed right at home here. Didn't find much out here, unfortunately. Ended up going back to the Bucket's -- sent the brat back to the Mage Academy to see if he could find out why Mekor was nabbing babies. Convinced brat that best way to find his woman was by helping us. Idiot bought it.
At the Bucket's, made new friends that suggested we follow some elf that was seen with Amelia. Followed elf to a warehouse. Made good friends with a guard at the door, dispatched other guard. I like it when my new friends stop cutting on me. He led us inside. In a classic twist, we found Amelia in the warehouse being guarded by some rogue follower of Libertas. Name was Whisperwind or something like that.
Jasidin Purple Guard began to pour into the basement, swarming in like flies to the carcass of a dead hooker. I knocked several out, the people I was with took out several others. We forced our way out of the basement. My companions lack subtlety, but had somewhat effective abilities.
We got Amelia to safety, but the purple guards took the warehouse. Got the kid to safety too. Whisperwind and at least 6 Libertas rogues were left behind -- we lived though, thats the important thing.
I don't know what is coming next, I seem to have gotten myself caught up in something foul though.
From the journals of Tristram Shandy - 13 March 1332
Continued search for Annie today. Visited the Dregs for the first time. Far more disgusting than I envisioned.
First sought out the Buckets o’ Beer. Not what I’d consider a fine establishment. Seemed to be a party going on, so I opted to find Taliesin’s office to have him introduce me to this Amelia girl.
Taliesin's hovel also more disgusting than imagined. Surprising number of dwarves at the party, though none of them seem to know the girl. Dwarves more disgusting than imagined.
Jasidin Purple Guards interrupted the party and took the girl’s baby. Powerful-seeming wizard with them. Chances of extracting meaningful information out of Amelia seeming bleak.
Smellier dwarf somehow convinced me to go along with a fool-hardy plan to save the proletarian baby. Seeing an entirely new side to Xalo. Perhaps we can purge the proletarian areas of the city?
Candy Mountain was an awful experience, but nothing compared to the Square bar. Hating this area more and more. These people should have gone to school, then they would not have to live in this slum! Why do we suffer those without arcane abilities to live? It seems obvious that they are inferior.
Wild goose chase to tranny town provides no leads. Apparently the detective found a clue (first detective work I’ve seen proof he’s done!) after a scuffle outside the bar, which is why we are running around in the first place. Something tedious about Libertas.
Heading home for the night. Bringing strange-sounding brother of Amelia and Amelia herself to the estate for the night, needed protection on my way out of this horrible place. Definitely putting them in servant’s quarters.
The Adventures of a Red Leaf Snuff Smoking Dairy Farmer - March 13, 1332
To milk a cow, it must first be lactating - a direct result of a cow having given birth to a calf. A productive dairy operation must therefore include both the the production of milk and the production of calves. Masculine calves are castrated and raised as steers for beef production or left intact and raised as veal. Feminine calves are raised to become calf birthing/lactating cows.
There is a great deal of variation in the types of dairy production world-wide. In Sasserine, my father Plagioclase ran a traditional moo cow dairy farming operation. In the Nomandi Desert Region, it is not unheard of to use camels for dairy production. In Daromir, they appear to run a non-traditional human dairy farming operation. This must be why my father's moo cow operation faired so poorly here in Daromir when I was a child. Human milk was in favor—not moo cow.
My observations of the non-traditional Daromir style of dairy farming began after finding the detective and commissioning him to locate a proper supply of red leaf snuff. A first calf heifer named Amelia was separated from her calf who was kept in an adjoining room. My father practiced the same strategy on our moo cow farm. A cow produces milk all day long and if let be, a calf will nurse all day long. In order to make your milking time worthwhile, you must first separate the cow and the calf for a bit and let the milk store up in the cow's udder. To speed up milk production, the assembled group was giving Amelia a horrible tasting liquid from buckets. In Sasserine, my father would make sure that our cows had plenty of clean water -- something they seemed to really enjoy and which would speed up milk production. When Amelia came up to me, I offered her some of the horrible tasting liquid from a bucket -- which she seemed to really enjoy and which hopefully allowed her to produce more milk.
A dwarf hating micky interrupted my observations of the Daromir dairy farming practices at this point. He presented a sack of something to Amelia in exchange for her calf. Upon hearing that it was a masculine calf capable of producing superior grade veal, he presented her with a second sack as payment.
A short time later, a group of Wee-Jasian veal appreciators entered the bar(n). One of the Wee-Jasian veal appreciators called Mekor appeared quite distraught that the dwarf hating micky had already purchased the future superior grade veal. Mekor took the young veal by force and a brief scuffle ensued which left the bar(n) tender injured and rattled. Sensing that no further dairy production or observations could take place that evening unless another bar(n) tender appeared—I took over duties as bar(n) tender.
As bar(n) tender, I continued serving the horrible tasting liquid in hopes that other cows or first calf heifers might appear. I also investigated the kitchen and located a peculiar poultry dish which I was able to successfully sell for a tidy sum of silver.
With no further cows appearing and having lost track of the first calf heifer Amelia, I began to clean up the bar(n) for what would surely be a successful morning milking. I made sure that all of the buckets were in an orderly stack and swept and straightened to the best of my abilities.
The detective was kind enough to lend me his bed for the evening for I would need plenty of sleep for the morning milking. I shared the room with a star-eyed dwarf named Garthin. Garthin offered me some root but warned that it would give me star eyes too—it didn’t. I shared a few tokes from my red leaf snuff pipe with him as repayment.
In the morning, no one appeared for milking at the bar(n) and I resigned from my position as bar(n) tender hoping to find employment in a bar(n) where there was actual dairy work to be done. I signed on with the dwarf hating micky in the hunt for his stolen veal. He offered me a decent pile of silver each day and I knew that I would need plenty of silver and maybe even some gold once the detective tracked down a supply of red leaf snuff. The star-eyed dwarf, the detective, and some other riffraff appeared to also be in the employment of the dwarf hating micky in his veal hunt.
Along the way, I heard mutterings from my companions concerning a baby golem and that the Wee-Jasian veal appreciators might be attempting to construct one. I’m not sure exactly what a baby golem is, but it apparently takes at least thirty babies to produce. Hopefully, it is some sort of delicious veal pie that I might be able to sample someday.
The veal hunt eventually led us to another bar(n) named the Square Bar but there was sadly no milk production that I could see taking place. There did appear to be a large number of cows present but none of them appeared to be lactating.
The veal hunt concluded at a warehouse guarded by some faggy elves. I did not appreciate their fag talk and was able to beat one into unconsciousness with my quarterstaff. Another faggy elf that the detective had cast a spell on led us to a room in the basement of the warehouse. Both the veal who I had last seen exiting the door of the bar(n) with Mekor and the first calf heifer, Amelia, were there. An elf lady named Whisperwind appeared quite distraught that we had come to the milking without our milking tiaras and threw a quantity of them at us. The tiaras appeared quite important to the Daromir milk production process so I put one on my head eager to make further observations of the Daromir non-traditional dairy practices.
Soon we found ourselves under siege by the Wee-Jasian veal appreciators. The first calf heifer might dry up if separated from her veal for too long so I assisted in the extraction of her and the veal from the warehouse. During the ensuing battle, a non-lactating cow fell due to wounds from the Wee-Jasian veal appreciators. I picked her up and carried her from the battlefield. She might serve well for further observations of the Daromir dairy production traditions if I can find a bull willing to breed with her.
