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It's a luminous day in the bazaar of Keleron, the Brass Citadel, which sails through the dunes on the great beetle's back. Conjurers and Geneforgers dwell on every floor of the MegaBibliotheca, a great twisted spire where all the world's most exotic and secret knowledge is collected. It's a reflectively polished building, which leans ominously over the rest of the city like the arm of a sundial, and drinks lightning and static from the sky during storms. The arcanely inclined gather here to peddle their scrolls and display their most rare and exotic creatures, all hoping to one day afford admittance through the vault-locked doors of the great library.

But it's not just business as usual in the city of sorcerors! A contest is being held by The Whisperers, a highly exclusive council of archmages who live in the great checkered bulb at the far end of the MegaBibliotheca. After the unexpected death of one of their longest-serving members, they have offered a seat at the council to the best BEASTMANCER there is! In the next 24 hours, whosoever can produce the most satisfied customers will be given unlimited access to all the secrets of the world.

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The contestants gather in the bazaar, as they often seem to do in this realm of competing nouns and suffixes. Minutes pass, stretching into tens of minutes and fifteens of minutes. Silence. A stillness settles. Are we in the right place? Isn't there supposed to be a customer?

They hear a rattling. Their attention is drawn to a barrel, left on its side and abandoned. The barrel rattles, then rattles some more. POP! The lid flies off, soaking the polished tiles  in pickled fish and brining liquid. Gasping, a  muscular man bedecked in polar bear fur (and not much else) wriggles out of the preserved morass. 

"Hello! I am Tom of Finland, and I am pickling and shipping myself to your fair land because I am in desperate needing of a creature that can help me survive the merciless nights of my homeland. The nights are lasting for years, and I am being assailed during them by Swedes, bears, and killer seals." 

He has a funny accent. Europeans are silly. 

There is no turn order or a formula for how to respond for this. This is a thread of us playing Blacksmith, which is basically the same game with items rather than creatures:

https://chooseyourstory.com/forums/creative-corner/message/29620

When it's your turn to be a judge/customer, you'll be PM'ed by the previous customer. It goes in order of who joined the game.

As far as card syntax rules, I'll say that a creation doesn't need to be just one of each card in that specific order. At bare minimum, it can be two cards. At maximum, I'd say 5. As long as it makes grammatical sense for what you're proposing, you can even use materials as items and vise versa, since they're both nouns.

"Sorry I'm late! Cross-planar traffic's a nightmare at this time of day."

A woman in a long leather trench coat hurries through the crowd. The people she brushes against recoil from the stench of sulphur and burnt toast emanating from her. Under her arm is a small brass cage, inside which there appears to be some sort of glowing mound.

When she reaches the centre of the crowd, the woman thrusts the cage above her head. From this perspective the mound is now seen to be a small reddish bird, its eyes abnormally large and beady and all its feathers fluffed out. All eyes on her, the woman launches into her spiel, gesticulating wildly at random intervals.

"This is the Stoned Phoenix that nests at the centre of the Shifting Labyrinth! When commanded, it can fly into the night sky and illuminate the battlefield up to a range of 60 feet! In addition, the phoenix radiates warmth and energy wherever it goes, perfect for those cold Scandinavian nights away from your loved ones.
"The best part, though, is that this fiery fiend can launch its talons of death at the face of any creature which happens to offend you, be it Swede, bear or seal! Nothing screams burning agony than literal red-hot claws to the eyeballs."

"Why is it stoned?" asks someone from the crowd.

"All the better. 'A stoned bird is a bird more than willing to be complicit in murderous deeds', as my long-dead mentor used to say. Just give the phoenix a whiff of this" - she pulls a cinnamon stick out of her coat - "once a day, and it'll obey all your commands. I'll warn you now though, give it the powdered stuff and it'll explode.
"Any other questions?"

"Who are you again?"

"Oh, right. I'm Sadie Rosenhoff, beast hunter for Jenkin's Bestiary and Garden Gnome Emporium. It's just down the road - there's currently a 50% off bargain on petrified cherubs if you're interested."
 

(Prefix, Beast, Suffix)

Congratulations on posting something that made me double over stifling laughter and saying "Oh no! OH NO!" out loud

A small commotion begins in the back of the room. Wind picks up; the swirls start on the floor and rise to the ceiling, kicking up dust and collecting loose papers. When the wind dies down, a woman stands where the gusts originated.

She dusts off her skirt and fixes her hat, then addresses the others. "Hello, I am The Sorceress." Her eyes scan the room, then stop upon reaching Tom. "You. It is you who called upon my aid."

With a wave of her hand, the wall begins to shake. "I am summoning a creature who will solve all the problems you described."

"This creature is, to begin with, belligerent." With those words, the wall crumbles slightly, as if responding to her for dramatic effect.

"This trait makes him an excellent deterrent to violent animals, including even Swedes," she adds with a smile.

"Speaking of Swedes, they have a unique contribution to this beast. You'll see what I mean momentarily."

Just as those final words leave her lips, a creature bursts forth from behind the wall. It's a mighty Impundulu, a human-sized bird covered in black and white feathers. He wears a strange armor that seems to be made from... human flesh? His belligerent nature is showcased by his snapping beak and immediate charge towards his summoner. She hold up her hand and the beast stills.

"Behold, the Scalp-Covered Belligerent Impundulu!" she declares, making a grand sweeping gesture towards the creature. "He's decorated with the scalps of your enemies, the Swedes! This is sure to bring terror to their souls, causing weak knees and screams for their mothers. On top of that, Impundulu can call down lightning and thunder from the sky, bringing light to the darkest night (like those of Finland) and bringing death to seals, who live in the water. As we all know, water is a conductor of electricity. As for the bears, his... rather feisty nature will ensure that they bother you no more."

She crosses her arms, clearly pleased with her offering.

Material / Prefix / Beast

The Finnish ape considers the offerings of the bazaar for several minutes. Eventually, his primitive faculties produce a crude approximation of human speech: 

"The stoned firebird is very impressive, but I am worrying that a bird that is on cinammon reefer will not be a stalwart companion. I must pass," he shuffles to the next on his frostbitten stump legs. A herring falls out of his pocket.

He turns next to the hideous badger woman. "That is a terrible beast, and I am much liking the idea of Swedes shitting to death on an ice flow. However, I am not much liking the idea of me shitting to death on an ice flow from owning a dysentery monster, and must pass on this one too." 

Tom of Finland moves forward, carefully stepping over the dysenteric secretions. "This impundulu is intimidating, but the weather is bad enough I think. And I do not want the lightning to be striking me while I am swimming to catch the Pissfisch, which is much of my diet." 

At last, he turns his attention to the mighty orca. "This... is a beast of high quality. It can kill a seal, kill a Swede, and should the dread day arise when I am confronted with a Swedish seal, I'm sure it can kill that too. It is being a bonus that I can ride its back." 

He climbs on the orca's back and swims away, indicating his pleasure with the orc's selection. It occurs to everyone that Grammar the Punctual is probably not getting paid for this monster, given as Finns have not yet developed notions of currency. Point mizal. 

Scoreboard:

Mizal: 1

Everyone else: 0