"Master implies control." He murmurs. "That is not my intent, nor my specialty." He looks Ryidan in the eye. "My name is Jacob. I am a cook."
"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Ryidan, I am a mage." he smiles barely "You seem to have somewhat of a mastery over what you have made though."
He looks down at the aperitivo he has prepared. "I simply guided it. Taught it how to grow into something amazing. It chose its path how it desired." He smiles back, a bit more prominent than Ryidan's. "Cooking is preparation for food, after all."
"Master implies control." He murmurs. "That is not my intent, nor my specialty." He looks Ryidan in the eye. "My name is Jacob. I am a cook."
"A pleasure to meet you. My name is Ryidan, I am a mage." he smiles barely "You seem to have somewhat of a mastery over what you have made though."
He looks down at the aperitivo he has prepared. "I simply guided it. Taught it how to grow into something amazing. It chose its path how it desired." He smiles back, a bit more prominent than Ryidan's. "Cooking is preparation for food, after all."
"Just like any equation, I suppose." He shrugs lightly and takes the half an egg and begins to eat it despite not needing food.
A young man with messy black hair wearing a midnight black robe stands outside the tavern. His eyes have black irises and white pupils, and dark smoke emanates from the staff he carries. His mouth is curved upward in a slight smirk.
A towering Drow in white, comfortable, blood-splattered clothes walks over. "Have you eaten yet?" He asks with a gentle tone, a soft voice.
The man looks up at the drow, amused. "You're at the other end of the spectrum, huh?" He grins. He speaks with a surprisingly defined british accent.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
He looks down at the aperitivo he has prepared. "I simply guided it. Taught it how to grow into something amazing. It chose its path how it desired." He smiles back, a bit more prominent than Ryidan's. "Cooking is preparation for food, after all."
"Just like any equation, I suppose." He shrugs lightly and takes the half an egg and begins to eat it despite not needing food.
He thinks for a minute. "Yes. Immensely complex, but predictable if you understand the rules. You don't determine how things work, nor the results, truly. You just read the patterns and possibilities."
The whole thing is very well made and fresh, but there are some strange flavors. Not unpleasant, but not expected. It's not magical, nor are they normal for these ingredients if he would know that. His senses feel... different. Like they were merely blocked instead of shut off. A boulder in the way instead of an air-tight seal of welded adamantine.
"I remember the reds and golds.. not of cloth or the glitter of jewelry, but of the fires that ate away at my village. It was as beautful as a painting but as fericous as a lion. I could hear the screams of friends, family, of neighbors and strangers. Thats all I remeber before getting hauled into the back of a wagon, tied down so I would stop trying to escape..
The next few years were hell.
Beatings for every little thing, I still have the scars on my back from the cat o'nine tails. The torture of being confined to a small dark room with the mice gnawing at my skin and the fleas biting into my scalp, my own thoughts keeping me company. Sooner rather than later, I was lucky enough to stop feeling any of the pain they inflicted on me. The lashing's felt like slight pressure on my destroyed skin, nothing more.
Finally, I managed to free myself.. and I beat their heads open with their own weapons. I remember that being the last time I felt any true emotion."
- An Entry from the Journal of the Archmage Ryidan.
A man sits on the roof of the tavern, his back leaning against the brick wall with his knees to his chest. He holds a journal of sorts, bound in black leather with a blue cut gem in the center, a pen is held in his left hand as he scrawls something into it.
He looks to be in his late fifties, his hair cut short but neat and silver as the moon. His skin is marred with scars from different weapons, cuts across his face and neck. Tattoos made of black ink paint his skin as well, crawling up his neck like ivy on a trellis. Freckles dot his cheeks and nose like stars dotting the sky. His silvery eyes stare down at the journal, following the lines he creates on it.
He wears an open-collared white shirt, the tattoos seem to climb down his chest, with a long black robe around his shoulders, a thick belt of black leather around his waist, and a pair of black breeches. His feet are clad in a pair of boots that rise up to his knees, laced up in the back.
He closes his journal and places it carefully into a satchel by his side, closing it and buckling it close.
A warm but oddly cold presence surrounds the entire tavern, but not extending past it. A whispering moan, one similar to a tortured soul, eminates from behind Ryidan. "I hate this job.."
"How so?" He asks, tilting his head as he barely cracks open a silvery eye.
He looks down at the aperitivo he has prepared. "I simply guided it. Taught it how to grow into something amazing. It chose its path how it desired." He smiles back, a bit more prominent than Ryidan's. "Cooking is preparation for food, after all."
"Just like any equation, I suppose." He shrugs lightly and takes the half an egg and begins to eat it despite not needing food.
He thinks for a minute. "Yes. Immensely complex, but predictable if you understand the rules. You don't determine how things work, nor the results, truly. You just read the patterns and possibilities."
The whole thing is very well made and fresh, but there are some strange flavors. Not unpleasant, but not expected. It's not magical, nor are they normal for these ingredients if he would know that. His senses feel... different. Like they were merely blocked instead of shut off. A boulder in the way instead of an air-tight seal of welded adamantine.
The lich laughs lightly "Interesting, here I thought it was a waste of time." he licks the pad of his thumb.
"Which one? There are many you could be referring to." He smiles back, seemingly unbothered by the potential insult coming his way.
"The colour spectrum." He gestures at the Drow's bright clothing.
"Thank you for clarifying." He looks the mage over. "I prefer bright clothes so people know what happened to me today. Blood, dirt, sauces... they all show up better on white."
He thinks for a minute. "Yes. Immensely complex, but predictable if you understand the rules. You don't determine how things work, nor the results, truly. You just read the patterns and possibilities."
The whole thing is very well made and fresh, but there are some strange flavors. Not unpleasant, but not expected. It's not magical, nor are they normal for these ingredients if he would know that. His senses feel... different. Like they were merely blocked instead of shut off. A boulder in the way instead of an air-tight seal of welded adamantine.
The lich laughs lightly "Interesting, here I thought it was a waste of time." he licks the pad of his thumb.
"Sometimes it is." He offers the red shot again. "But some foods can only be eaten if guided correctly. Sometimes, they must guide you as well. That is much harder. But if the diner finds it worth it, that is what matters. And as long as they are willing to eat what I prepare, I will portion out as much as they desire."
He looks down at the aperitivo he has prepared. "I simply guided it. Taught it how to grow into something amazing. It chose its path how it desired." He smiles back, a bit more prominent than Ryidan's. "Cooking is preparation for food, after all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Just like any equation, I suppose." He shrugs lightly and takes the half an egg and begins to eat it despite not needing food.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sure, I have my new boy if you want.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The man looks up at the drow, amused. "You're at the other end of the spectrum, huh?" He grins. He speaks with a surprisingly defined british accent.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
He thinks for a minute. "Yes. Immensely complex, but predictable if you understand the rules. You don't determine how things work, nor the results, truly. You just read the patterns and possibilities."
The whole thing is very well made and fresh, but there are some strange flavors. Not unpleasant, but not expected. It's not magical, nor are they normal for these ingredients if he would know that. His senses feel... different. Like they were merely blocked instead of shut off. A boulder in the way instead of an air-tight seal of welded adamantine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'd be up for it. I have a new boi too. He's gentle and dangerous.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Which one? There are many you could be referring to." He smiles back, seemingly unbothered by the potential insult coming his way.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I've never watched One Piece or read the manga so I don't get the analogy, but I'd gladly play with them!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The colour spectrum." He gestures at the Drow's bright clothing.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*gtg. sleeeeeeeeeeeep*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"How so?" He asks, tilting his head as he barely cracks open a silvery eye.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The lich laughs lightly "Interesting, here I thought it was a waste of time." he licks the pad of his thumb.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Thank you for clarifying." He looks the mage over. "I prefer bright clothes so people know what happened to me today. Blood, dirt, sauces... they all show up better on white."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sometimes it is." He offers the red shot again. "But some foods can only be eaten if guided correctly. Sometimes, they must guide you as well. That is much harder. But if the diner finds it worth it, that is what matters. And as long as they are willing to eat what I prepare, I will portion out as much as they desire."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels