Finghaart's Sausages
Finghaart's sausages hasn't moved since its founding. For all its reknown, it is quite a poor neighborhood.
The butchery didn't move since its founding, so with all its renown it is located in a quite poor neighborhood. The old house has been enlarged three times, and may grow still more. It is not rare to find dogs and homeless people wandering around, delighted by the scents and looks.
The shop sells the usual kinds of fresh meat of a decent quality, but its fame comes from the various preserved, dried and smoked goods. Few would refuse a fine ham or sausage coming from this house.
Finghaart himself is getting older, and left a part of the business on his assistant, concentrating on what he knows best. Married too late, loosing the wife too soon, and having no children, he is quite the melancholic, forgetting the sadness in work, and occassionally drinking until he is senseless. But, so people say, he is a nice guy and treats his customers well. He likes to keep the shop clean and ordered.
Now the optional, dark part of his business.
Where there are people, there are evil people. And in most cultures, every evil finds sooner or later its followers. One of the sins plauging civilised states is cannibalism, lone madmen or entire cults craving the taste of flesh of their fellowmen. And if there are nobles in the cult, or wealthy men of refined tastes, they may not desire a simple bloody meal (leaves too much traces, anyway). An expert may be hired, someone that knows his job... like Finghaart.
Finghaart himself prefers to know as little as necessary. A body is shipped in (often a homeless, troublesome servant, or personal enemy), and it is processed. Finghaart's policy is to accept only dead bodies; he never kills himself, and leaves even the animals to his assistants. Once all flesh is removed, the bones are shattered into splinters, with most of the remains fed to his vicious dogs. The sausage or ham is then sold in the shop, it is much more expensive however, out of reach for most people. Finghaart claims there are special, exotic spices added (which is true). He will but sell them to anyone knowing the proper brand; people with special connections (like priests and paladins) should beware of eating this meat...
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It makes sense that a shop like this could exist (both with and without the optional type). It would work well if the PCs could get used to going to the sausage man (e.g. PCs: 'We get some lunch before going to meet the Duke who's hired us.' GM: 'You spot a nice sausage shop on the corner. You really enjoy the sausages.'). Much later, when they're richer and more famous, maybe one will try a 'special sausage' - and maybe will feel much guilt later. It could also be a potential avenue to track evil cultists by - if Finghaart could be persuaded to divulge the identity of his supplier.
I really like this idea: it has so much potential both in the normal and in the optional, dark version.
Now an interesting variant might be if Finghaart was not making sausages out of people when ordered - he might mix the occasional human ham amongst his normal wares.
When the clerics start losing their powers for no apparent reason, all hell breaks loose.
Well, that would make him more of the evil bent. I personally would see him as a rational person (which is scarier in a way), who wouldn't mix this product among his normal wares.
But mistakes happen...
I thought this was a good post even before I got to the cannibalism and the making of long pork sausage. Now I think it is a great post, a man who grinds people up into sausage and smoked hams is squeamish and wont even kill animals, master stroke there. I like the post because it mixes a quality mundane post with a devious spicing of evil. I can just imagine the street urchin from A Christmas Carol looking into the shop at the finely spiced ham shank, and imagining eating it, never knowing it was once the meaty thigh of a local noble who opposed villian X and was also kind to the almshouses. Chilling.
Creepy
what Scrasamax said! and Kendra too.
This is something I wish I thought of myself! I know that is not a unique comment but it is so true!
Thank you, thank you.
Originally, this one was inspired by the Garage Sale from Hell thread. I was a bit annoyed by all the magical items that suck out your soul or turn you to evil. There should be totally innocent items which a deranged Evil Cultist would have... like a sausage of this kind. But then of course comes the question, who would make it? And thus was born Finghaart.
Side note: even if you are not a cannibal (yes, there are such Evil Cultists), these products may be useful for you. Ever dealt with a demon who accepts only human flesh as sacrifice? Need to calm down the Hounds of Consuming, but don't have time or nerves to get the right thing? Order now!
mmmm...Finghaarts
Shades of Sweeney Todd, but perhaps a bit more squeamish...
As long as there are still dogs and vagrants in the neighborhood, he can't be TOO bad.
Ah, Finghart's Special Sausages! Spicy!
Grusomely, this is not too far from reality. We have a court case in canada where a serial killer allegedly fed the remains of about 40(!) prostitutes to the hogs on his pig farm.
Presumably, the hogs were used to produce, among other things, sausages.
No hoax, this is a real case in our headlines...
Ooh yeah! Deep, dark, plausible. Yumm.