Ghyll:Cadaver, The
The Cadaver is an infamous pub set in the heart of Arbuckle Hill. Built on the spot where the Arbuckle Hill Martyr's broken body was found, it has become a centre piece of the Arbuckle Hill resistance, particularly the Houvers.
The Cadaver is built in the old style, even though it has been burned to the ground and rebuilt no less than six times. The earlier firings have been attributed to the Amphitheatre aristocracy and their minions. More recently the damage has been blamed on the internal politics of the various Arbuckle Hill resistance groups. All this destruction is primarily because The Cadaver functions as the base of operations for the galant Houvers. It's four floors of creme walls and dark wood tower above it's neighbouring hovels, it's walls painted with resistance slogans.
Painted in vibrant reds and greens The Cadaver's high hung sign is practically a landmark. Depicting the Arbuckle Hill martyr's broken body lying in a bed of roses. It acts as a symbol of the continuation of The Cadaver, and all it represents, against whatever fate has thrown at it. Local legends suggests that the sign has survived each and every time The Cadaver has been destroyed, although this is unlikely as it would have subcumed to woodworm long ago. However what is true is the continuation that it represents is a community which has stood against the oppresion for many generations.
Over the years many famous people have been seen at The Cadaver. It's infamous reputation is a draw for the adventurous. It is claimed that Siam Sinch and Bethany Mboya were frequently seen at The Cadaver, before Siam's marrage, although Siam and her family deny this rigerously. Which of course is the kind of thing that is the perogative of the "upper classes".
The Cadaver serves such items as Ball Lightning Liqueur, light and dark beers as well as being one of the few places in Folktown to serve the best Adlorst Vinifera vintages and the worst, cheapest rosés. Only The Cadaver has such a varied clientele with such a range of wealth. Food is supposedly served but since few people have survived to recommend it, it is seldom ordered. It is a shame, really, that the nobs are not more adventerous in the direction of the food, as it would do the world a favour.
Citations: Arbuckle Hill, Houvers, Amphitheatre aristocracy.
--Despicable Shimmy 00:18 20040921 BST
I don't hold with some of the more extreme Houvers views, but the Amphitheatre aristocracy always struck me as a bunch of effete snobs, so I'm proud to give my personal endorsement to this fine drinking establishment. The 'Daver's Adlorst Vinifera is truly top notch hooch, and if you've got a whole lot of money burning its way through your pocket, I have it on very good authority they may even have a bottle or two of -16 EC vintage fefferberry wine. --Qwentyth Pyre 19:09, 21 Sep 2004 (EDT)
I'm not sure I understand the universal terror in which the food at the 'Daver is held. Sure, there's occasionally something unidentiable floating in it. Sure, it sometimes fights back. Sure a few people have suffered permanent scaring, insanity, and, in a few cases, prolonged and painful death. Geez, what's life without a few risks? I highly recommend the Chef's Special. Just don't ask what's in it. You don't want to know, and, realistically, the Chef might not have any idea. --DrBacchus 09:30, 23 Sep 2004 (EDT)
