Adventurers everywhere

[Skywatcher]

*posted in the inns and taverns everywhere*

There is a desperate need for the fruits of the wild.

How many times have you passed by a bush or a tree and left the berries or fruit on the bush?  How many times have you left the meat from a kill and just took the pelt?  If this is you then you are missing an opportunity to be a help to the people of the lands.  The Foundation (a charitable organization helping the local people) has set up a collection area in 108 Port Hempstead just next to the piers at the wharf.   You might think the door is locked at first but just open it up and go in.   You probably already knew about the donation point but you might not have understood how much they need the things you pass by every day.  The land will yield its fruits and regrow the things you pick so there is no fear of over harvesting these resources.  Every time you pass a fruit tree or a berry bush just think about the donation point. The people need your help. It's so very easy.  Once you complete your adventures and head back to Hempstead to resupply just stop by the collection point and toss in your berries and fruit and meat.  The cooks of the foundation will take your leftovers and feed the hungry.  As conditions improve because of your support you can feel like you are part of something bigger than yourself.

[Acacea]

Acacea sighs a little when she reads the second or third of such notices in the taverns she travels through to hear of information and perform for a meal now and then. She scrawls a reply to the one at this particular inn, though she knows many others are likely spread in other places.

Nothing against the cause! Working to help here, too! We want to help, we just can't toss a spell in Katia's direction that makes her drop her breeches so we can shake out her pockets, you know? Working with what we have, and what we have isn't much. This challenge seems to made under the impression that we're leaving food to rot everywhere, and that the silly peasants are so stupid that they can't go out and pluck the fruits of nature to feed their silly starving selves. Unfortunately it is the stark reality of its unavailability that is the problem!

If it were 'so very easy,' the farmers would live off their own land, the nature friends would prance merrily through the meadows and pluck ripe juicy berries, living off the fruit of the wilds, hunters would bring down fat game and take it home to share with their families, and so on! Would there be so much need for these charities if that were still the case?

Were there more berries to pick that were actually edible, more people would pick them, less would be hungry. Would grain actually grow in more places, more bread would be made to donate! Were game actually fat from eating things feeding off of green and lush nature, meat would be available to take instead of scrawny skins... As for being confident that "it'll grow back!" if we strip every rare growing thing completely, you may find nothing will grow again in it's place, either... this is begging everyone to rape an already suffering nature as if it is a lack of WANTING to eat and feed that is the problem.

Maybe everyone should be given fishing poles? It is hard to see a port city starve with a sunless bounty in the depths right next to it, maybe instead of focusing on what we don't have, wishing we did, we could just try to nudge the trade a bit more to what we DO have?

[lonnarin]

I think the problem here with the food situation is not a lack of supply of goods, but the finicky tastes of humans and elves.  Back in the seiges of Bloody Gate long ago, we had to make do when our supply lines were cut off.  Boot leather, old parchments, various weeds around the courtyard sustained us for awhile, but even those wore thin.  Eventually, our dwarven bellies rumbling and our soldiers weary from exhaustion, we had an epiphone...  what about the hundreds of orcs, ogres and gobbos that were left dead an rotting outside our walls every day?  Snorri the Sausagemaker gathered them up in the dead of night under the bearded noses of the night watch and ferried the carcasses back to his kitchen.  When next morn dawned, all of us awoke with a miraculous smell on the air... bacon!

Eagerly we ate, none of us truly knowing what this wonderous meat was or where it came from.  Nobody minded much though, it was there and Snorri was such a good cook, he could cook your own shoes for you and make it gourmet.  Then one day our watch commander marched in to fetch some good meat flanks and snuck into the smokehouse.  Hanging from hooks and chains they were, an assorted lot of the Bloodstone troops ripe and ready for the sausage.  The commander was so pleased with Snorri's ingenuity, he promoted him right then and there to seargant, and declared every Freas to be Orc and Chips day.

So aye, I'll be certain to collect all the giants we kill and drop them off in the donation bin.  Harsh times call for tough stomachs, and let's be truhful here, eating those who would just eat you when given the chance is just poetic justice.  Even the heads hold tastey noodles inside!

-Bjornigar Ironguts

[Skywatcher]

*looks at the response as she checks the postings to make sure they are staying visible*

Hmm... I am sure the farmers are doing their best but if there are apples on a tree when I walk by and mouths to be fed in Hempstead and I leave them there then someone could've had a meal that didn't.  *shrugs*  It may not make a huge difference in the grand scheme but it will make a difference to  the one who gets the meal that would other wise have gone hungry.

*straightens up the notice and makes sure its right up front*

[Skywatcher]

*A fresh note posted in all the same places with an additional note on  the bottom*

Thanks so much to everyone who is contributing to the Foundations efforts.  I have noticed the chests filling up much faster.  I just wanted to thank those that have contributed and to encourage everyone to keep up the great efforts.