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The other white meat


You’ll never eat in this town again.

Like many other small villages dotting the wilderness, Portsbere was hit hard by the recent downturn of events.  The effects of the Neverending Winter have almost completely squashed the local agricultural industry.  As a result, many farmers and homesteaders have turned to other means of scraping together a living. Some went off to work in the copper mines of nearby Keln, while others took up hunting what little game was still available; smoking the meat and selling the pelts. Others struggled to raise livestock; feeding their swine and chickens whatever they could find to keep them alive and growing.

Fortunately for the village, it is located off the main thoroughfare between the municipalities of Port Iverson and Bone Creek.  Situated roughly halfway between the two cities with about a day’s journey to each, Portsbere is the ideal location for weary travellers.  With Bone Creek’s notoriety increasing almost by the day, travel between the city and port has increased significantly.  As a result, none of the locals are surprised to regularly see new faces at the Trading Post, the village’s sole dry goods store.  The Smoke House, the village’s dilapidated inn, recently underwent a moderate expansion in order to cater to the increase in traffic.  Newcomer Alan Sullivan, the Smoke House’s new proprietor, not only added rooms to the inn, but completely renovated the tavern room; giving it the look and feel of a hunting lodge decorated with pelts, antler racks, stuffed and mounted beasts, and a variety of bows and other hunting accoutrements.

Despite the facelift, the Smoke House continued to serve that which was readily available; a wide range of smoked wild meats along with a modest selection of barbequed pork and poultry.  Travelers are treated to a wide selection of roasted and smoked meats, along with mountains of side dishes such as fluffy mashed potatoes and sweet carrots floating in gravy.  Groups of first-time visitors are given a complimentary basket of barbequed ribs; a dish which is quite popular among the locals.

When the PCs, en route to Bone Creek stop off here for the night, they are warmly greeted warmly by Alan Sullivan who tells them all about the inn and ushers them into the tavern before disappearing into the back kitchen.  A busty waitress provides the PCs with a basket of complimentary ribs and takes their order.  Food here is not cheap, but the quality is better than standard tavern fare.  The ribs are tender and sweet; with just a taste of smoked hickory.  The rest of the food is equally satisfying.

A nasty visit
Towards the end of the heroes’ repast, the front window of the tavern room is smashed by a flaming sphere; sailing through the air to land smack in the middle of the PCs’ table.  As the molotov cocktail burns out, the PCs hear shouting and screaming coming from outside, along with some gruntlike speech which can be identified as a local orcish dialect.

Outside is chaos; a man lies in the street, clutching a gout of blood flowing from his side.  A screaming woman futilely chases after a massive, loping humanoid with a bundle in his arms; who easily races into the surrounding forest.  Several buildings have started burning; the result of more flaming cocktails flung by orcs who quickly retreat into the treeline.

One orc stands in the middle of the street; veins bulging in his forehead and neck as he angrily screams challenges and profanities in orcish.  "Retribution at last!  You will all pay!  Our children for yours!"  After a little bit more of this, another brutish voice calls from the forest in the orc tongue "Lightning Strike!  Enough!  We have what we came for.  Move now!"  With that, the orc gives one last livid snarl and lopes off into the darkness.

If this orc is attacked, he will retaliate; doing whatever he can to get away.  He appears to be in some sort of enraged frenzy; during the entire battle screaming out "Our children for yours!", "Your crimes will not go unpunished!" and the like.

As the shocked villagers gather in the evening dusk in front of the inn, it quickly becomes apparent that the orcs have managed to kidnap about a dozen children from the village; ranging from infants to young kids.  Naturally, the villagers are beside themselves.  Several folk grab weapons and prepare to pursue the kidnappers, but it quickly becomes apparent that the villagers would be no match for the prowess of the orcs.  After some frantic discussions, with villagers hysterically interjecting phrases such as "Who knows what those monsters could be doing to our darlings!", and "Someone should rid us of those evil fiends once and for all!", an old female dwarf steps forward.  The priest and unofficial matriarch of the village, she offers of a reward to anyone who can get the children back safely.

Further questioning reveals that there have not been any problems with orcs in the past; occasionally one or two might even pass near the village.  This, however, does not stop the villagers from speaking hatefully about the orcs.

Hot on the trail
Although the orcs left few tracks or telltale signs in their wake, the PCs should be able to nevertheless track them to an encampment about an hour’s trek from the village.  If all else fails, one of the local woodsmen, for a cut of the reward, is willing to track the orcs.  In this large clearing, a dozen orcs stand, armed and ready for battle, yet muttering to one another in hushed tones.  At the far end of the clearing is a rock precipice opening into a small cave.  From within the cave can be heard the nervous (but not terrified) cries of infants and children.  Directly in front of the cave stand several of the largest orcs; ready and waiting.

If the PCs charge in and start swinging, the orcs retaliate; apparently positioning themselves so as to guard the cave entrance.  During the battle, the orcs will call to one another in orcish to "protect the young ones".  If the PCs kill all the orcs, the story ends here; they can return the children back to the villagers and claim their reward.

If, however, the PCs make any sort of diplomatic gesture, or attempt to communicate, the orcs will be hostile, but will indeed speak with them.  The leader of the orcs, a half-orc who calls himself "Owen" (several of the nearby orcs snicker when he introduces himself), tells the PCs in no uncertain terms that if the villagers want their children back, they must return the orcs’ children.

With further questioning, "Owen" explains that over the past several weeks, humans have been raiding the encampment, stealing the orc babies and young children.  The orcs have managed to follow the kidnappers to a stronghold a little way off, but have been unable to breach it.  Every time they come within range, the orcs are repelled by a barrage of arrows and fireballs.  In desperation, the clan kidnapped the children of the villagers in the hope of making a trade.

The orcs themselves make up the Bendashee Orc Clan; a nomadic group who survive through hunting and trapping.  On occasion, some of them might even lend their muscle as workers or guards for traveling caravans.  The members of the tribe are fiercely independent; they do not give their alliances lightly, but when they do so, are loyal to death.  Somewhat taller and leaner than the typical orc, the olive-skinned mountain orcs, as they are commonly called, are particularly adept at wilderness survival.  These orcs have an interesting notion that, when one of their tribe is born, the new orcs spirit is drawn from great natural events occurring in the world.  Thus, they draw their vitality from the forces of nature.  As a result, the tribe members tend to be barbarians, druids, or barbarian-druids. 

When an orc baby is born, it is typically named after whatever natural event might be occurring at the time of its birth.  Hence, the orcs have names such as Avalanche, Monsoon, Hailstorm, Earthquake, and Torrent.  Lightningstrike, the orc from town, has a twin brother named Thunderclap.  The two are usually inseparable.  Owen, in addition to being a half-orc, is a bit of a misnomer among his kindred; he was unfortunate enough to be born on a slow day where not much was happening.  Hence, he was named "Dog eating its own vomit".

To market, to market
The orcs can lead the PCs to the stronghold; which sits in the middle of a large clearing about an hour away from the village.  The stronghold has a barred door and two towers. It is guarded by both an archer and a mage; they attack anyone who attempts to assault the building.  Any orcs are attacked on sight.

The PCs can try to gain access to the building either through force, stealth, or perhaps even talking their way in.  If astute PCs assume the guise of merchants or express an interest in purchasing "meat", they may be let in if they can be convincing enough.

One of the first rooms in the building is set up as a butcher shop; complete with a huge wooden countertop, behind which stands a man in a bloody apron.  He is in the middle of a heated argument with Alan Sullivan, the owner of the Smoke House; the establishment where the PCs dined earlier.  A black slate up on the wall lists the current price of meat, but does not say what kind of meat it is.  (i.e. "Meat: 5 silver per pound")  Alan is angry over the recent increase in price.  When or if he sees the PCs, his face turns white, and he tries to stammer out any excuse that comes to mind.  He is well aware of what type of "meat" these folks are selling, but cares more for his purse than for some lousy orcs.

Behind the "butcher shop" is the actual workroom; where a number of unsavory individuals are busy cutting up carcasses.  If, by this time, the PCs still have not figured out what sort of "meat" is being sold here, the carcasses of young humanoids hanging from hooks in the ceiling should clue them in.

Farther back, in addition to various living quarters, storerooms (one of which may hold business ledgers implicating some other eating establishments as clients), and a cold room, is a loud and stinky hallway containing a number of barred cells.  While some contain various livestock, several at the end hold about a dozen orc children and babies; whining, growling, and crying. 

Although one or two of the meatsmen working here are from the village, most are hunter-types from other parts.  They hold the orcs in very low regard, as if they were nothing more than animals.  During various encounters, they may question the heroes motives; "What do you care what happens to them?", "Come on, they are only orcs; not much better than animals!",  "What are you, an orc lover?", and so on.  Although they will behave as if they have done nothing wrong, the meatsmen all realize what would happen to them if word ever got out that they have been passing orc off as meat, and will do whatever is necessary to stop or silence the heroes.

In conclusion, the orcs will be happy to have most of their children back.  They have meager possessions, but will want to reward the PCs with what little they have.  They might even induct the PCs as honorary tribe members; holding a "grin-grin", which is a spectacularly wild ceremony during which each of the heroes is bequeathed an honorary orc name.  Careful observation may result in the realization that several of the clans druids are missing from the festivities.  When the naming ceremony begins, the weather turns crazy; changing from snowstorm, to hail, to rain in a matter of seconds.  Through it all, the orcs continue the ceremony; naming each PC according to whatever the current weather is.  Some possible random names might be Earthquake, Blizzard, Cyclone, Tsunami, Hailstorm, Landslide, Eclipse, Cloudburst, and Tootie.  (The last being a lull in the weather, when one of the orcs accidentally breaks wind)  In addition to new names, the heroes also have the tribe’s allegiance; which might prove useful in future adventures.

Conclusion II: Seconds, anyone?
Similarly, the villagers are relieved to have their children back, and bestow the promised reward upon the PCs.  For the most part, the villagers are unaware of the unsavory operation going on in the nearby stronghold.  They may initially be resistant to the notion that such a thing could have actually been going on.  Once it sinks in, however, most are horrified at the truth.  Some even grow quite nauseated and may feel the urge to vomit.  After all, the barbequed pork ribs were a very popular dish among the locals!

Expanding the scenario
If Lightningstrike is slain, his twin brother may bode a grudge against the PCs; which may manifest in revenge further on.

Similarly, the orcs might still harbor resentments towards the villagers, especially since not all their children were returned.  Perhaps relations continue to deteriorate between the two groups, with more and more problems resulting.

Afterword: The coup de gras
If you are feeling really cruel, bring in some barbequed ribs or some other meat for your players to enjoy at the start of the session.

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Voted Dozus
March 19, 2009, 19:24
Bravo, sir! The ol' "Meats of Unsavory Sources" isn't a new plot, but you've breathed a wonderful life into it. A classic plot where the tale is truly in the telling, and you've told it well. Among other fine touches, the orcish naming ceremony was what did me in. Five blades for you, and a hearty welcome to the Citadel.
March 20, 2009, 6:57
Updated: Minor updates to formatting; some apostrophes and quotation marks were missing.
March 20, 2009, 7:00
Wow; thanks for the nice compliment and the welcome! If you are ever in my neck of the woods, I'll have to treat you to some barbeque ;-)
Voted Dragon Lord
March 20, 2009, 9:37
I find I myself agreeing with Dozus - a fine reworking of a classic plotline, and just the sort of thing this site is all about.

If I have a criticism, it's that I think you could have done a quite a bit more with the obvious moral dilemma.

After all, the orcs are going to be really mad when they learn that the humans have been eating their children, and I can't see them bothering with little details like the villagers not knowing what they were eating.

Look at it from the other side. Would humans be so forgiving if they learned that orcs where eating human children? I think not!

So, now you have an angry orc tribe with a valid grievance and a village full of terrified humans who didn't even know what they were doing until it was too late.

This time it's the orcs who can claim the moral (and, depending on how your game world is set up, possible also legal) high ground.

There is almost certainly going to be trouble in the future and, like it or not, the PCs are already right in the middle of it.
Do they choose sides? And if so, which one?
Or do they try to play mediator?

This could be the start for an entire campaign arc.

3/5 for a good solid plot
+ .5 for good implimentation of a classic idea
+ .5 for a nice little moral dilemma
+ .5 for the expandability value
Total 4.5/5

And finally, allow me extend a hearty welcome to the Citadel - I can see you're going to fit right in here
Voted manfred
March 20, 2009, 10:05
And you know, even if the small tribe in question was destroyed, somebody would inevitably survive. If the news gets out, that humans have started eating orcish children and kill any witnesses, the characters may have just provoked a war into existence. Good playing, folks.

Agree with the compliments and: the last sentence was just mean, man. :)
Voted Murometz
March 20, 2009, 13:24
A great new member unfirls his wings! Welcome slartibartfast! (what a great name too!)

This is a great one, with all the right nuances and tidbits included. I can only agree with my peers, since their comments mirror my thoughts.
Voted Drackler
March 20, 2009, 21:46
I must but echo what others before me have said.
Voted Cheka Man
March 21, 2009, 22:14
A great submission, orcs don't allways have to be bad. 5/5
Voted Pieh
March 22, 2009, 2:31
That was amazing! Great work! I look forward to seeing much more from you.

My only problem is that it doesn't really seem to have a long-term solution included. I feel like something is missing from the end of "To market, to market" or between that and the first "Conclusion".

It seems like every other loose end is taken care of except how do you stop someone from harvesting Orc children without killing them? I think the inclusion of a boss-type character behind the whole "Meat" scheme could make for a more solid adventure with a more rewarding end. You need someone to hold responsible, someone that can be brought to justice to end all of this.

As the adventure is, we have a few nameless butchers behind it and the main named NPC is just buying the meat and serving it. He hasn't actually ordered the theft of Orc babies, he seems fairly innocent from an Orcish point of view. They wouldn't just want their children back, they would probably want revenge or to be sure it won't happen again.

I could see the revolted townspeople teaming up with the Orc clan to assure no more children were taken from either side and possible bringing massive legal action down upon the butchery. This would, of course, require a bit more be put into the preparation for the game but I think it would be a more satisfying end.

But I do love most of this. Great new take on an old idea and the Orc naming ceremony is hilarious. Tootie. Ha! Well, I'm sorry if I looked too deeply into this one or I overlooked something important that nullifies my comment. I do like it. Keep up the good work.
March 22, 2009, 8:44
Wow; thanks everyone for the comments and suggestions! I had initially written this as a somewhat silly sidebar adventure; something I could throw at my players without derailing them too far from their main quests, but perhaps I should revisit this at some point.
Dragon Lord
March 23, 2009, 10:40
You'll find we're like that around here

We are all, just like you, enthusiasts and we're always ready to offer help, advice and constructive critism to our fellow gamers

And, on a personal note, I am definately going to find a way of using this -- it has far too much entertainment potential to be ignored

So, let me reiterate -- welcome to the Citadel, and keep up the good work
Voted dark_dragon
April 23, 2009, 10:53
Hmmm, tasty sub!

Welcome to the Citadel, please have a hot dog!
Voted Michael Jotne Slayer
April 23, 2009, 13:20
I can see how many GMs would find this useful. There are bits and pieces which I do not like however. Dwarfs and humans living together and other small tidbits. But I will not let minor issues and personal taste influence my vote. This is useful and the plot can easily be altered to suit any gaming world. Good job and a late welcome to the citadel as well. Hope you stick around!

April 29, 2009, 20:23

This ended up being woven into a much larger plot; a mysterious benefactor was financing the operation. The PCs also discovered that the meatsmen were being directed to "expand" their business; in other words, start kidnapping human children from homesteads and farms, while leaving "evidence" that orcs are behind it. On the surface level, it appears that this benefactor is trying to cause problems between the orc and human settlements. There are some deeper threads this relates to which I really don't want to expound on, for fear of one of my players stumbling across it.

I'm running this in a campaign environment which has very much a "great north frontier" feel; very sparsely populated, and few civilized establishments more than a couple decades old. The concept of canibalism, wendigos, and struggling for survival against magically brutal climates play a major role.
July 24, 2011, 22:41

I'd enjoy seeing this campaign detailed as a sub of its own someday.

Barbarian Horde
May 12, 2009, 8:00
The first plot in here I actually feel like running for my group. Very good work.
Voted Ancient Gamer
May 12, 2009, 18:17
What a sweet(?) idea! I will definitely use this, though I will opt for pure human cannibalism in my post apoc setting.

Well done!

Someone, let this GM have a slice of (orc) pie!
Voted Stomphoof
May 20, 2009, 17:10
This interests me. I may use it!
Michael Jotne Slayer
October 15, 2010, 20:50

Just showing some love with an HoH, I am planning on using an altered version of this as well. Cut away orcs, paste human children.

Voted Silveressa
July 24, 2011, 22:42

As other have said, an excellent spin on a familair trope, and easily useable in most fantasy settings with little effort. 5/5

Voted darth Rubro
July 11, 2012, 14:21
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