The Flower of Sperm Directed Onto Everything Ever

> look

    Main Street [n, s, e, w, street]

    This is Main Street, on the east side of Losthaven.  To the north
is a stable, and southward is a tannery.  There is an open iron gate
to the east.  The area is reasonably well-lit.

    You see a crystal flower.  

    Above you is a rolling, cloudy night sky.  The air is warm.  You have
to brace yourself against the strong wind.  The moon is not visible.

    Obvious exits are north, south, east and west.
> examine flower

    This is a flower made of crystal.  The quality of its craftsmanship
is exquisite.  It looks less than a twentieth of a dimin across and
about two dimins tall.

> get flower

    You take the crystal flower with your right hand.
> look at flower through lens

    You examine your crystal flower through your clear glass lens:

    This is a flower made of crystal.  The quality of its craftsmanship
is exquisite.  It looks less than a twentieth of a dimin across and
about two dimins tall.  It weighs very little.

    You feel knowledge of the Flower of Sperm Directed Onto Everything
Ever drift into your mind like a long-forgotten memory.

    Your clear glass lens shatters into a fine dust.
> inventory

    You are carrying the Flower of Sperm Directed Onto Everything Ever
and an open leather bag (total weight seven dekans).
> examine flower

    This is a flower made of diamond.  The quality of its craftsmanship
is exquisite.  You recognize it as the Flower of Sperm Directed Onto
Everything Ever, a work of art constructed by that famously goddess-
besotted follower of Eris, Ultamon Zilch.  It allegorically refers to
the Panspermia, a Discordian origin story in which Eris creates all the
peoples of the world by throwing great globs of sperm from the heavens
(in the version of this story told to children, where Eris got the sperm
is not mentioned; few other versions are so merciful).  This divinely
flung semen impregnates the ground, which gives birth to different races
according to the local conditions: plains bringing forth humans, forests
birthing elves, mountains engendering dwarves, and so on.  This tale is
noted among raconteurs for being almost infinitely adaptable to the
purpose of crude ethnic slurs against whatever variety of folk the
teller may be irritated with, bearing a long tradition of increasingly
improbable disgusting circumstances made to account for the origin of
the more obnoxious and disliked species of the world.  The Flower itself,
like some of Zilch's other creations, appears to have been enough liked
by Eris that she imbued it with powerful divine energies, in this case
energies of life.  Reportedly, when the Flower is held, and *not* used
directly to bash anything's head in, it will steadily heal the bearer,
as well as intermittently blasting his enemies with fluxes of life energy
literally too powerful for ordinary living beings to endure.
    It looks less than a twentieth of a dimin across and about two
dimins tall.  It weighs very little.