A Patch of Earth

[dienekes]

Lyas I wanted to kill that thing.

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: Sorry, I couldn't resist.

[sethgreyjoy]

The plant was wilting without it's proper home, dead, but not unressurectable. It could do nothing as the man took it away from the cold, white grave it had landed itself in. Nor should it have been able to do anything, for it was but a simple plant.

[Percy Rivers]

Reed slept that night at a nearby inn. The first thing he did was pull out a small pot. Placing the plant in the pot he carefully watered it, then sat there on his bed, beeming at it.

[sethgreyjoy]

It was almost as if the plant had a personality of it's own. The personality of a vegetable. It seemed all who came into contact with this plant were transfixed by it's beauty, captivated by it's very presence. Though the plant did not know it, it seemed to have a degree of passive charisma to it's respect. Not many could resist it's stoic charms.

[Percy Rivers]

After a while, the little maester pulled out a pair of scissors. He brought them close to the plant, the blade shinning in the candle light.

[sethgreyjoy]

If the plant could exist in a world of fear, it would have at that moment.

[Percy Rivers]

The Knife close around it's stem, and at the last moment stopped, lifted, and clipped off a small leaf. "Perfect!" Said the little maester, "just what I need for the cleansing serum!"

[sethgreyjoy]

The plant did not know this, and the Maester seemed not to, but the plant was very potent when imbibed or ingested.

For it was very poisonous.

[Percy Rivers]

The maester crushed the leaf in a pewter bowl and began pouding it with a pewter masher. He whistled to himself, for he knew that the poison, when used in small amounts, could act as a blood thinner, removing clots.

[sethgreyjoy]

The plant might have learned something from the maester were it not a member of the non-mobile variety of life. But it was, and would stay that way, unless a sorcerer were to cast a magic mobility spell upon it. But the plant did not know anything about sorcerers or magic, nor did most mobile lifeforms. It was at the whim of the man, though a part of it missed it's warm home in the soil.

[Percy Rivers]

The next day the maester left. And the serving woman came to clean the room. Finding the plant still there she threw it out the window, where it landed on a warm manure pile, conveniently roots first.

[sethgreyjoy]

The plant was once again happy. It spread it roots despite the winter cold.

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On the road, the maester happened across a brigand, who beat him and mugged him.

Much later the brigand consumed the whole of the plant extract, thinking it to be some form of paste, and died in the night.

The maester's findings would go undiscovered. This kept in line with the fate of the plant however, so far. It would not do anything great.

[Percy Rivers]

The Maester rubbed his head absent mindedly, "ow" was all he said. He continued down the road, onto his next destination.