'This wine is mixed with the freshest aasimar blood. You don't like it, blame him' he points to one of the aasimar servers.
'What did you say about the sewers of YonStore?!!'
"Aasimar is child's play. 'Good' is a standby for when 'great' would be too expensive. Anyone can make good food and drink, given the effort. But you invited hundreds of villains from entire realities away. The fact that you dare think that this basic fodder is acceptable for such an event astounds me."
"You heard me. I'll say it again. I've tasted better wine when my sense of smell was clogged by the scent of human waste and rotten sewer dwellers! At least the sewer dwellers think about how good their food will be before ruining it to fit some sort of high-concept elitism."
'Money is no object to me! I will have the finest foods for you! Even if your crude manners are beginning to grate. One does not go to a party to complain'
A server comes and delivers him exactly what he wants
'AND WHAT IN THE HEAVENS WERE YOU DOING IN THE YONSTORE SEWERS???? I NEED TO KNOW!!!'
He snatches the food and smells it.
"Feh, you didn't even harvest this [GP] yourself. It is reflected in the flavor profiles. Of course, your primitive palate wouldn't know the difference between the tastes of cruelty and abuse. And I wouldn't call this a party, given the lack of anything to celebrate. Moreover, why should I tell you what I was doing in those sewers? You can't even grant me the courtesy of giving your legendary personal touch to food preparation. If anything, I should leave right now. An embodiment of evil without taste, ha! Never thought I'd see the day..."
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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.
'Tell you what, I will personally cook you the food of your dreams, or your nightmares, if that is what you prefer, using only the very best ingredients and with the utmost perfection, and you tell me what you were doing in that foul underworld'
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
A server delivers him some
The takes a tentative sip and immediately doubles over. He appears to be in immense pain. His skin is trembling and writhing. In many places it splits, revealing a second skin of sleek, alabaster white. He begins chanting to himself, a desperate song of twisted words you don’t recognize. The man manages, just barely, to hold himself together.
Then, all of the sudden, it stops. The man straightens, looking entirely unbothered. He fixes his hair and downs the rest of the glass.
“Next round’s on me!”
'You like the pain of that? You remind me of someone...'
His grin is savage. “That first sip feeling . . .”
'Tell you what, I will personally cook you the food of your dreams, or your nightmares, if that is what you prefer, using only the very best ingredients and with the utmost perfection, and you tell me what you were doing in that foul underworld'
"Good. I was there in my early days of having a physical form, looking for any sort of entities that had slipped through the cracks alongside me. The most delicious things are those that don't announce their presence until they've earned their keep. I stole some wine that your favorite sewer dweller had found. He didn't know what to do with it, and it would have been wasted on that repetitive little rat anyway."
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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.
'They are Variants of mine. They do my bidding. Well, technically, they are me, so of course they do their own bidding, which happens to be mine. They can travel to whatever world is needed, whether that be a world of magic or science, one where the wars are fought between elves and dwarves, or one where the only fighters are men and machines'
“Well, I have some trust issues. Comes with leading pirates. But for you, dear Cato, I’ll tell it all.”
He leans in, lowering his voice.
”See, I have a rare variant of vampirism. Not the conventional, castle-dwelling shapeshifting kind — running water obviously doesn’t affect me. But there’s something inside of me, something monstrous, that wants so desperately to get out. And if I let it, it’ll destroy everything I’ve ever created — ruin friendships, break deals, and humiliate me in new and unexpected ways. Like most of the folks here, I can’t stand humiliation. Many things set the beast free, blood being the chief among them. But today, I was stronger. And the beast wants so badly to escape, and it can’t.”
The man is gleeful. He downs another glass of the blood-wine.
”To answer your question: there’s nothing I enjoy more than that feeling, when I can finally let the monster loose. But tonight, I won’t. I won’t stain the fine house of Cato with the blood of its residents. And I will drink this wine, knowing I have already won, and I will be satisfied.”
He snatches the food and smells it.
"Feh, you didn't even harvest this [GP] yourself. It is reflected in the flavor profiles. Of course, your primitive palate wouldn't know the difference between the tastes of cruelty and abuse. And I wouldn't call this a party, given the lack of anything to celebrate. Moreover, why should I tell you what I was doing in those sewers? You can't even grant me the courtesy of giving your legendary personal touch to food preparation. If anything, I should leave right now. An embodiment of evil without taste, ha! Never thought I'd see the day..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Tell you what, I will personally cook you the food of your dreams, or your nightmares, if that is what you prefer, using only the very best ingredients and with the utmost perfection, and you tell me what you were doing in that foul underworld'
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His grin is savage. “That first sip feeling . . .”
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'I completely agree. Though, you didn't exactly look like you were enjoying it'
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“Doesn’t your like, Arch nemesis or something live in the sewers? We could use this to attack him,”
'You could. My henchmen could. But there is no way in the Multiverse that I am setting foot down there'
Cato looks visibly repulsed
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"Good. I was there in my early days of having a physical form, looking for any sort of entities that had slipped through the cracks alongside me. The most delicious things are those that don't announce their presence until they've earned their keep. I stole some wine that your favorite sewer dweller had found. He didn't know what to do with it, and it would have been wasted on that repetitive little rat anyway."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'You don't like him either?' Cato's eyes light up in twisted joy, though you cannot see this as he is wearing mirrored sunglasses
Cato starts preparing him some food in the kitchen, making sure that it is his very best work
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“Ah I see!”
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'They will capture your enemy and bring him back to us. Then, we can have some fun'
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He chuckles, “And it won’t be pretty I bet!”
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''Depends on how you define pretty'
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He chuckles easily. “I’ll say. I almost lost it!”
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'You like that feeling though?'
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“My, ah, condition is difficult to describe. It’s similar — somewhat — to lycanthropy, if that helps. You’re Cato, aren’t you?”
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'Yes, I am Cato. Why do you ask?'
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“Well, I have some trust issues. Comes with leading pirates. But for you, dear Cato, I’ll tell it all.”
He leans in, lowering his voice.
”See, I have a rare variant of vampirism. Not the conventional, castle-dwelling shapeshifting kind — running water obviously doesn’t affect me. But there’s something inside of me, something monstrous, that wants so desperately to get out. And if I let it, it’ll destroy everything I’ve ever created — ruin friendships, break deals, and humiliate me in new and unexpected ways. Like most of the folks here, I can’t stand humiliation. Many things set the beast free, blood being the chief among them. But today, I was stronger. And the beast wants so badly to escape, and it can’t.”
The man is gleeful. He downs another glass of the blood-wine.
”To answer your question: there’s nothing I enjoy more than that feeling, when I can finally let the monster loose. But tonight, I won’t. I won’t stain the fine house of Cato with the blood of its residents. And I will drink this wine, knowing I have already won, and I will be satisfied.”
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'That sounds like a most hard path to walk. If you do decide to let loose, I do have a supply of prisoners you could.... you know'
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“Fun for them!”
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'Well, it certainly will not be fun for them!'
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