"Hope you enjoy! We've got some nice surstrΓΆmming if you want some of that too!"
He is somehow able to eat the extremely cheesy pizza without the long strands of cheese sticking to everything. "Sur-what now? Come again?"
"It's a type of fermented fish. The word and preparation originates in Sweden!"
"I ain't a-feared a new thangs. I'll give it a try."
Grost smiles and nods, walking to the back and searching through some cans. "Don't tell anyone I offered this. It's technically a gourmet ingredient, and the law has been cracking down on gourmet ingredients. Not even canned goods are safe now."
He brings out a shiny red can and opens it. It smells rank, but a vampire or other undead would be nearly infatuated by the smell of the fish chunks in the milky liquid.
"Hope you enjoy! We've got some nice surstrΓΆmming if you want some of that too!"
He is somehow able to eat the extremely cheesy pizza without the long strands of cheese sticking to everything. "Sur-what now? Come again?"
"It's a type of fermented fish. The word and preparation originates in Sweden!"
"I ain't a-feared a new thangs. I'll give it a try."
Grost smiles and nods, walking to the back and searching through some cans. "Don't tell anyone I offered this. It's technically a gourmet ingredient, and the law has been cracking down on gourmet ingredients. Not even canned goods are safe now."
He brings out a shiny red can and opens it. It smells rank, but a vampire or other undead would be nearly infatuated by the smell of the fish chunks in the milky liquid.
He flashes a cheesy toothed grin, "Yer secrets safe with me."
As soon the can opens his red eyes flash and widen, "Darntootin'... that sure smells mighty fine..." He says breathlessly.
Grost smiles and nods, walking to the back and searching through some cans. "Don't tell anyone I offered this. It's technically a gourmet ingredient, and the law has been cracking down on gourmet ingredients. Not even canned goods are safe now."
He brings out a shiny red can and opens it. It smells rank, but a vampire or other undead would be nearly infatuated by the smell of the fish chunks in the milky liquid.
He flashes a cheesy toothed grin, "Yer secrets safe with me."
As soon the can opens his red eyes flash and widen, "Darntootin'... that sure smells mighty fine..." He says breathlessly.
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
Grost smiles and nods, walking to the back and searching through some cans. "Don't tell anyone I offered this. It's technically a gourmet ingredient, and the law has been cracking down on gourmet ingredients. Not even canned goods are safe now."
He brings out a shiny red can and opens it. It smells rank, but a vampire or other undead would be nearly infatuated by the smell of the fish chunks in the milky liquid.
He flashes a cheesy toothed grin, "Yer secrets safe with me."
As soon the can opens his red eyes flash and widen, "Darntootin'... that sure smells mighty fine..." He says breathlessly.
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
He struggles to control himself and the close proximity of the pungent piscine platter makes it very difficult, βNowβ¦ now hold on a-minute. How much will it cost?β
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
He struggles to control himself and the close proximity of the pungent piscine platter makes it very difficult, βNowβ¦ now hold on a-minute. How much will it cost?β
"Dollar fifty for the whole can. I would make it real fancy for you, but I can tell you don't want to wait."
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
He struggles to control himself and the close proximity of the pungent piscine platter makes it very difficult, βNowβ¦ now hold on a-minute. How much will it cost?β
"Dollar fifty for the whole can. I would make it real fancy for you, but I can tell you don't want to wait."
He hesitates, you can tell this probably isnβt the best way for him to spend what little he has but the aroma is overpowering for one such as he. βOh what the heck, Iβll take it. I ainβt no high-fallutinβ highborn, no need to make it fancy. Iβll have it as it is.β
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
He struggles to control himself and the close proximity of the pungent piscine platter makes it very difficult, βNowβ¦ now hold on a-minute. How much will it cost?β
"Dollar fifty for the whole can. I would make it real fancy for you, but I can tell you don't want to wait."
He hesitates, you can tell this probably isnβt the best way for him to spend what little he has but the aroma is overpowering for one such as he. βOh what the heck, Iβll take it. I ainβt no high-fallutinβ highborn, no need to make it fancy. Iβll have it as it is.β
"A fine choice." He pushes over the plate and the can. "I'll see if I can find our friend, Mr. Grimlik, for you."
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
He struggles to control himself and the close proximity of the pungent piscine platter makes it very difficult, βNowβ¦ now hold on a-minute. How much will it cost?β
"Dollar fifty for the whole can. I would make it real fancy for you, but I can tell you don't want to wait."
He hesitates, you can tell this probably isnβt the best way for him to spend what little he has but the aroma is overpowering for one such as he. βOh what the heck, Iβll take it. I ainβt no high-fallutinβ highborn, no need to make it fancy. Iβll have it as it is.β
"A fine choice." He pushes over the plate and the can. "I'll see if I can find our friend, Mr. Grimlik, for you."
""Preciate it, I really do." He says as he scarfs down the meal.
Nat appears in the shop, grinning. "You ain't gonna believe the amount of Palladium I just found!"
Grost rises from the floor where he slept that night. "Sounds great! You up for a not-quite-legal celebration?"
She grins "If your talking about what I think you are. I'll shake my head but my mouth says yes." She chuckles.
He immediately heads to the industrial fridge and brings out a beautiful steak that looks as though it were actually made of marble. He then pulls a bottle out from under the counter: some sort of expensive wine.
He places the steak on the griddle and pours two glasses of wine: one for Nat and one for himself. He raises his glass. "To fun and profit!"
Nat appears in the shop, grinning. "You ain't gonna believe the amount of Palladium I just found!"
Grost rises from the floor where he slept that night. "Sounds great! You up for a not-quite-legal celebration?"
She grins "If your talking about what I think you are. I'll shake my head but my mouth says yes." She chuckles.
He immediately heads to the industrial fridge and brings out a beautiful steak that looks as though it were actually made of marble. He then pulls a bottle out from under the counter: some sort of expensive wine.
He places the steak on the griddle and pours two glasses of wine: one for Nat and one for himself. He raises his glass. "To fun and profit!"
She grins and takes it back with little effort. "Love this place. Ya'll looking to hire anybody?" She asked, good eyebrow-raising.
Nat appears in the shop, grinning. "You ain't gonna believe the amount of Palladium I just found!"
Grost rises from the floor where he slept that night. "Sounds great! You up for a not-quite-legal celebration?"
She grins "If your talking about what I think you are. I'll shake my head but my mouth says yes." She chuckles.
He immediately heads to the industrial fridge and brings out a beautiful steak that looks as though it were actually made of marble. He then pulls a bottle out from under the counter: some sort of expensive wine.
He places the steak on the griddle and pours two glasses of wine: one for Nat and one for himself. He raises his glass. "To fun and profit!"
She grins and takes it back with little effort. "Love this place. Ya'll looking to hire anybody?" She asked, good eyebrow-raising.
He watches the steak, making sure it doesn't burn. The fat glistens like silver. "Honestly, I'd be willing to take you aboard in an instant. You can clearly deal with the malarkey going on in this city, so you can probably handle our traveling even better than I can."
Nat appears in the shop, grinning. "You ain't gonna believe the amount of Palladium I just found!"
Grost rises from the floor where he slept that night. "Sounds great! You up for a not-quite-legal celebration?"
She grins "If your talking about what I think you are. I'll shake my head but my mouth says yes." She chuckles.
He immediately heads to the industrial fridge and brings out a beautiful steak that looks as though it were actually made of marble. He then pulls a bottle out from under the counter: some sort of expensive wine.
He places the steak on the griddle and pours two glasses of wine: one for Nat and one for himself. He raises his glass. "To fun and profit!"
She grins and takes it back with little effort. "Love this place. Ya'll looking to hire anybody?" She asked, good eyebrow-raising.
He watches the steak, making sure it doesn't burn. The fat glistens like silver. "Honestly, I'd be willing to take you aboard in an instant. You can clearly deal with the malarkey going on in this city, so you can probably handle our traveling even better than I can."
"That's what I was gonna ask." She rubbed the back of her neck "I can haul stuff and handle any heavy lifting ya need. I don't to be paid much, I just wanna get out of this town."
He watches the steak, making sure it doesn't burn. The fat glistens like silver. "Honestly, I'd be willing to take you aboard in an instant. You can clearly deal with the malarkey going on in this city, so you can probably handle our traveling even better than I can."
"That's what I was gonna ask." She rubbed the back of her neck "I can haul stuff and handle any heavy lifting ya need. I don't to be paid much, I just wanna get out of this town."
"An excellent motivation! I won't have you sign anything, you can just come along when you're ready. I'll have the girls make you a uniform as soon as possible. Pheric might not like having to give you up, but I know how to deal with it."
He flips the steak.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"I ain't a-feared a new thangs. I'll give it a try."
Grost smiles and nods, walking to the back and searching through some cans. "Don't tell anyone I offered this. It's technically a gourmet ingredient, and the law has been cracking down on gourmet ingredients. Not even canned goods are safe now."
He brings out a shiny red can and opens it. It smells rank, but a vampire or other undead would be nearly infatuated by the smell of the fish chunks in the milky liquid.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The roc curls up with its piece, clacking its beak happily
I go by βAweβ JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
βA wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!β
βIβm sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, donβt go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
He flashes a cheesy toothed grin, "Yer secrets safe with me."
As soon the can opens his red eyes flash and widen, "Darntootin'... that sure smells mighty fine..." He says breathlessly.
"I should hope so. My fungal friends down under the mud told me that this was better than... well, we'll leave it at that." He takes some out and arranges them intricately on a plate. "This'll cost a pretty penny. But trust me, if you're the type that enjoys the finer things, it'll be worth every cent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He struggles to control himself and the close proximity of the pungent piscine platter makes it very difficult, βNowβ¦ now hold on a-minute. How much will it cost?β
"Dollar fifty for the whole can. I would make it real fancy for you, but I can tell you don't want to wait."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He hesitates, you can tell this probably isnβt the best way for him to spend what little he has but the aroma is overpowering for one such as he. βOh what the heck, Iβll take it. I ainβt no high-fallutinβ highborn, no need to make it fancy. Iβll have it as it is.β
"A fine choice." He pushes over the plate and the can. "I'll see if I can find our friend, Mr. Grimlik, for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
""Preciate it, I really do." He says as he scarfs down the meal.
*By the way, you guys can feel free to run encounters here*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nat appears in the shop, grinning. "You ain't gonna believe the amount of Palladium I just found!"
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Grost rises from the floor where he slept that night. "Sounds great! You up for a not-quite-legal celebration?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She grins "If your talking about what I think you are. I'll shake my head but my mouth says yes." She chuckles.
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He immediately heads to the industrial fridge and brings out a beautiful steak that looks as though it were actually made of marble. He then pulls a bottle out from under the counter: some sort of expensive wine.
He places the steak on the griddle and pours two glasses of wine: one for Nat and one for himself. He raises his glass. "To fun and profit!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She grins and takes it back with little effort. "Love this place. Ya'll looking to hire anybody?" She asked, good eyebrow-raising.
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He watches the steak, making sure it doesn't burn. The fat glistens like silver. "Honestly, I'd be willing to take you aboard in an instant. You can clearly deal with the malarkey going on in this city, so you can probably handle our traveling even better than I can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That's what I was gonna ask." She rubbed the back of her neck "I can haul stuff and handle any heavy lifting ya need. I don't to be paid much, I just wanna get out of this town."
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"An excellent motivation! I won't have you sign anything, you can just come along when you're ready. I'll have the girls make you a uniform as soon as possible. Pheric might not like having to give you up, but I know how to deal with it."
He flips the steak.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels