"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."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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 EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
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.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
"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.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"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.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Just like any equation, I suppose." He shrugs lightly and takes the half an egg and begins to eat it despite not needing food.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure, I have my new boy if you want.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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 EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The colour spectrum." He gestures at the Drow's bright clothing.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*gtg. sleeeeeeeeeeeep*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
"How so?" He asks, tilting his head as he barely cracks open a silvery eye.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The lich laughs lightly "Interesting, here I thought it was a waste of time." he licks the pad of his thumb.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"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.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.