The Horror... (Orcish Frat House)
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The Horror...
A stack of beer cans falls over in the corner of the room; you clear away the wreckage to find, unexpectedly, a turtle! It appears rather hard done by, not just from the Greek letters painted on its shell, but from the rictus grin and thousand-yard stare on its face. This is a turtle who has seen too much that cannot be unseen.
| Rescue the turtle |
- You start to gently pick up the turtle, when a voice behind you shouts "Hey bra! Hands off of our mascot!"
- It is, of course, an Orcish frat boy. You casually backhand him, knocking him out cold, then carry the grinning turtle out of this terrible place.
 | You acquire an item: grinning turtle |
- You start to gently pick up the turtle, when a voice behind you shouts "Hey bra! Hands off of our mascot!"
- It is, of course, an Orcish frat boy. You casually backhand him, knocking him out cold, but the scuffle evidently scares the turtle off, because when you turn around it's nowhere to be found.
Occurs at the Orcish Frat House as a Turtle Tamer.
Notes
- Does not consume an adventure.
- You can only tame up to three grinning turtles per ascension.
History
- Prior to the Turtle Taming revamp on July 15, 2014, Eau de Tortue needed to be active in order to receive this adventure, and a turtling rod was needed for the taming to be successful.
- Successfully taming the grinning turtle read:
- You start to gently pick up the turtle, when a voice behind you shouts "Hey bra! Hands off of our mascot!"
It is, of course, an Orcish frat boy. You casually club him over the head with your turtling rod, knocking him out cold, then carry the grinning turtle out of this terrible place.
- Trying to tame the turtle without a turtling rod read:
- You start to gently pick up the turtle, when a voice behind you shouts "Hey bra! Hands off of our mascot!"
It is, of course, an Orcish frat boy. By the time you've finished dealing with him, though, the turtle has vanished.
- Trying to tame more than 3 led to:
- You start to gently pick up the turtle, when a voice behind you shouts "Hey bra! Hands off of our mascot!"
It is, of course, an Orcish frat boy. You casually club him over the head with your turtling rod, knocking him out cold, but the scuffle evidently scares the turtle off, because when you turn around it's nowhere to be found.
