Bone Turner

The line between legal and illegal is sometimes very thin.

Many sections of Levis society seek to bend or find loops in the social norms of polite society, carving out a living from the things that are needed but often frowned upon by those that consider themselves civilised and cultured and normal. Consider the bone turner.

While the killing of creatures without a licence is illegal; and those with a licence tend to be the type to not collect and cultivate the bones of their prey, owning bone based items and bone is not illegal in the slightest. Trackers, and hunters, and creature-kin on a permit are often want to leave the bones of their prey where they lie, and bone is very important for use in fertilisers, witch rituals, stylised collector items.... and so a market exists.

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Bone turners are scavengers by nature - some running the cities for pets and city birds that have died, but many run the risk of the forests and plains, for they run into the risk of animal and Creature scavengers and to kill any of those in anything but the most dire of defence risks the Trackers coming directly after them for breaking the laws of Levis.

Career

Payment & Reimbursement

While legal, you often will not find a bone-turner among the common markets and trade cities of Levis, not for shame, but because the kind of person who becomes a bone turner is not likely to be the most social of creatures and it is often their eccentricities that make them such fearless beings to pick over the freshly discarded carcasses and the long dead bones with a sense of irreverence.

When they do make the markets, it is often trading in to share an existing stall with someone of the more dark and spooky variety - for the odd and the uncanny do love to accociate together.

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With a vine and Greshire whip, and a small Frilled- Dudich (a cousin to the green-eyed variatal) pet, the Bone Turner known as One-Eyed Cato is old and twisted and weird. Hunting along the Starfall River, the old foliad man is always a wary sight, in his heavy rainproof drybone-cloak, scavenging for bones and other trinkets to sell to those willing to ask and pay the trade.

"Careful of the river. And the forest. And the people." You can often hear One-Eyed Cato call out as you pass, and should you make him smile he might gift you with a bird skull too small to sell, or a shiny amber chunk flecked with something gold.

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Type

Illicit