"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby crack in the ice, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean and dry, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be somehow more... eccentric.
His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.
He walks through the biting winds as though they were nothing, the snow not even sticking to his perfectly white shoes. He moves to enter the building with single-minded obsession.
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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.
"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby crack in the ice, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean and dry, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be somehow more... eccentric.
His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.
He walks through the biting winds as though they were nothing, the snow not even sticking to his perfectly white shoes. He moves to enter the building with single-minded obsession.
A giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby crack in the ice, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean and dry, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be somehow more... eccentric.
His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.
He walks through the biting winds as though they were nothing, the snow not even sticking to his perfectly white shoes. He moves to enter the building with single-minded obsession.
A giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
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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.
"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby crack in the ice, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean and dry, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be somehow more... eccentric.
His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.
He walks through the biting winds as though they were nothing, the snow not even sticking to his perfectly white shoes. He moves to enter the building with single-minded obsession.
A giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
"I am a sir and thank you for the polite response, most expect because I am large I must not be intelligent. Anyway I simply wanted to say hello to you despite how strangely dressed you are."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
"I am a sir and thank you for the polite response, most expect because I am large I must not be intelligent. Anyway I simply wanted to say hello to you despite how strangely dressed you are."
"If I put forth the example that one should judge a book by its cover, I would be failing as both mentor and person entirely. It would be more than just hypocrisy. Regardless, hello to you as well. I am Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau."
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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 giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
"I am a sir and thank you for the polite response, most expect because I am large I must not be intelligent. Anyway I simply wanted to say hello to you despite how strangely dressed you are."
"If I put forth the example that one should judge a book by its cover, I would be failing as both mentor and person entirely. It would be more than just hypocrisy. Regardless, hello to you as well. I am Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau."
"I am Karetok Machina of tribe Ferox. I am a hunter and a bit of a cook myself. Where I can find a fire I can make something decent.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
"I am a sir and thank you for the polite response, most expect because I am large I must not be intelligent. Anyway I simply wanted to say hello to you despite how strangely dressed you are."
"If I put forth the example that one should judge a book by its cover, I would be failing as both mentor and person entirely. It would be more than just hypocrisy. Regardless, hello to you as well. I am Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau."
"I am Karetok Machina of tribe Ferox. I am a hunter and a bit of a cook myself. Where I can find a fire I can make something decent.
"The true test of a chef is whether they can make a superb dish with improper equipment. I've had to learn how to cook with lightning in the past couple of years."
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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 giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
"I am a sir and thank you for the polite response, most expect because I am large I must not be intelligent. Anyway I simply wanted to say hello to you despite how strangely dressed you are."
"If I put forth the example that one should judge a book by its cover, I would be failing as both mentor and person entirely. It would be more than just hypocrisy. Regardless, hello to you as well. I am Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau."
"I am Karetok Machina of tribe Ferox. I am a hunter and a bit of a cook myself. Where I can find a fire I can make something decent.
"The true test of a chef is whether they can make a superb dish with improper equipment. I've had to learn how to cook with lightning in the past couple of years."
"You mean the lightning from the sky?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"I am Karetok Machina of tribe Ferox. I am a hunter and a bit of a cook myself. Where I can find a fire I can make something decent.
"The true test of a chef is whether they can make a superb dish with improper equipment. I've had to learn how to cook with lightning in the past couple of years."
"You mean the lightning from the sky?"
"Not quite." He draws a small object that resembles a bladed corkscrew. He spins it, causing lightning to coat it. "It is so sharp that when spun at great enough speeds, it splits the atoms in the air, causing them to ionize. Thus, lightning. I've had to make exclusively high-calorie foods with it just so that I can keep using it. It burns an incredible amount of energy just to spin it."
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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.
"I am Karetok Machina of tribe Ferox. I am a hunter and a bit of a cook myself. Where I can find a fire I can make something decent.
"The true test of a chef is whether they can make a superb dish with improper equipment. I've had to learn how to cook with lightning in the past couple of years."
"You mean the lightning from the sky?"
"Not quite." He draws a small object that resembles a bladed corkscrew. He spins it, causing lightning to coat it. "It is so sharp that when spun at great enough speeds, it splits the atoms in the air, causing them to ionize. Thus, lightning. I've had to make exclusively high-calorie foods with it just so that I can keep using it. It burns an incredible amount of energy just to spin it."
"That is quite impressive, I could never pull off such a thing." Karetok motions to sit at a nearby table "Would you like a drink?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A blue skinned Tiefling walks inside. She is dressed from head to toe in furs of an owlbear. A few sled dogs run around her ankles, sniffing people and whining to get attention.
She lowers her hood and shakes out her long white hair. Her horns curl around her ears, like a rams. She sits at the bar and smiles "Hello there, brandy if you got it please and thank you."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Not quite." He draws a small object that resembles a bladed corkscrew. He spins it, causing lightning to coat it. "It is so sharp that when spun at great enough speeds, it splits the atoms in the air, causing them to ionize. Thus, lightning. I've had to make exclusively high-calorie foods with it just so that I can keep using it. It burns an incredible amount of energy just to spin it."
"That is quite impressive, I could never pull off such a thing." Karetok motions to sit at a nearby table "Would you like a drink?"
He sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
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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.
"Not quite." He draws a small object that resembles a bladed corkscrew. He spins it, causing lightning to coat it. "It is so sharp that when spun at great enough speeds, it splits the atoms in the air, causing them to ionize. Thus, lightning. I've had to make exclusively high-calorie foods with it just so that I can keep using it. It burns an incredible amount of energy just to spin it."
"That is quite impressive, I could never pull off such a thing." Karetok motions to sit at a nearby table "Would you like a drink?"
He sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
"Actually sense there is a lack of plant life like you said we have been able to use other ingredients to make alchol." Fare noticed his look "What is the issue my friend?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
"Actually sense there is a lack of plant life like you said we have been able to use other ingredients to make alcohol." Fare noticed his look "What is the issue my friend?"
"My chefs have all been killed. Banished to hell for their sin of working with me. It's no warmer down there, no matter what anyone says. But that was yesterday's news. I need to move on and get back to work."
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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 sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
"Actually sense there is a lack of plant life like you said we have been able to use other ingredients to make alcohol." Fare noticed his look "What is the issue my friend?"
"My chefs have all been killed. Banished to hell for their sin of working with me. It's no warmer down there, no matter what anyone says. But that was yesterday's news. I need to move on and get back to work."
"Well it is always important to mourn the lost my friend but I can help you with any cooking things if you truly need it."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
He sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
"Actually sense there is a lack of plant life like you said we have been able to use other ingredients to make alcohol." Fare noticed his look "What is the issue my friend?"
"My chefs have all been killed. Banished to hell for their sin of working with me. It's no warmer down there, no matter what anyone says. But that was yesterday's news. I need to move on and get back to work."
"Well it is always important to mourn the lost my friend but I can help you with any cooking things if you truly need it."
"If I took the time to mourn every chef I lost, I would have no time to cook. If you are truly willing to help, I have a single request of you: I need a seal. The fattest one you can find. It would mean the world to me."
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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 sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
"Actually sense there is a lack of plant life like you said we have been able to use other ingredients to make alcohol." Fare noticed his look "What is the issue my friend?"
"My chefs have all been killed. Banished to hell for their sin of working with me. It's no warmer down there, no matter what anyone says. But that was yesterday's news. I need to move on and get back to work."
"Well it is always important to mourn the lost my friend but I can help you with any cooking things if you truly need it."
"If I took the time to mourn every chef I lost, I would have no time to cook. If you are truly willing to help, I have a single request of you: I need a seal. The fattest one you can find. It would mean the world to me."
"I will do my best to find you what you need."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"Well it is always important to mourn the lost my friend but I can help you with any cooking things if you truly need it."
"If I took the time to mourn every chef I lost, I would have no time to cook. If you are truly willing to help, I have a single request of you: I need a seal. The fattest one you can find. It would mean the world to me."
"I will do my best to find you what you need."
"Thank you, friend. Or should I say, Chef Machina."
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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.
"And why can't I? I could snap my fingers, and you will be gone. And what divine grace could stand in my way? What god is foolish enough to stand before me, in my kitchen, and claim that their will supersedes mine? This was never about you. I never asked your (GP)ing opinion. I don't give a (GP) what you've paid for this. It is my divine mercy that gives you the privilege to be driven before me and my chefs, cowering and praying. I ask again: Why. Can't. I?"
A man walks out of the water of a nearby crack in the ice, the water sloughing off of him as though he were covered in oil. He is perfectly clean and dry, as demonstrated by his perfectly white clothes. He wears what at first resembles a chef's uniform, but any examination proves his style to be somehow more... eccentric.
His right arm is completely covered by an ankle-length cape which doubles as a double-breasted chef's coat, complete with black buttons. His left arm is revealed under a military-style tasseled shoulder pad. His one visible hand has a white glove, something typically useless and detrimental in a real kitchen. His hat is large and puffy, but oddly it has a piece of cloth hanging over the right side of his head, covering it completely. In addition, the back half of the chef's hat is completely black for some reason. The part of his face that shows is beautiful, with plump red lips and perfect skin, as well as immaculately combed dark green hair.
He walks through the biting winds as though they were nothing, the snow not even sticking to his perfectly white shoes. He moves to enter the building with single-minded obsession.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A giant human man in tattered bear fur wielding a massive ax walks up to the man. The ax seems to be sharper than anything else, cleaving through the very air itself. "Hello stranger."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
The chef(?) smiles politely. "Hello there, sir, madame, or other. Is there anything I can do for you today?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am a sir and thank you for the polite response, most expect because I am large I must not be intelligent. Anyway I simply wanted to say hello to you despite how strangely dressed you are."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"If I put forth the example that one should judge a book by its cover, I would be failing as both mentor and person entirely. It would be more than just hypocrisy. Regardless, hello to you as well. I am Chef Auguste Douxchets Barbeau."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am Karetok Machina of tribe Ferox. I am a hunter and a bit of a cook myself. Where I can find a fire I can make something decent.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"The true test of a chef is whether they can make a superb dish with improper equipment. I've had to learn how to cook with lightning in the past couple of years."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You mean the lightning from the sky?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Not quite." He draws a small object that resembles a bladed corkscrew. He spins it, causing lightning to coat it. "It is so sharp that when spun at great enough speeds, it splits the atoms in the air, causing them to ionize. Thus, lightning. I've had to make exclusively high-calorie foods with it just so that I can keep using it. It burns an incredible amount of energy just to spin it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That is quite impressive, I could never pull off such a thing." Karetok motions to sit at a nearby table "Would you like a drink?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*brrr, it is cold today :)*
A blue skinned Tiefling walks inside. She is dressed from head to toe in furs of an owlbear. A few sled dogs run around her ankles, sniffing people and whining to get attention.
She lowers her hood and shakes out her long white hair. Her horns curl around her ears, like a rams. She sits at the bar and smiles "Hello there, brandy if you got it please and thank you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sits down. "Of course. I imagine that alcohol is expensive here, given the lack of plant life." He draws a knife and begins to sharpen it against his cape. "You said you could never do such a thing. I think you are right. My body is streamlined for incredible speed, even allowing me to redistribute my blood at will to shift weight and heat. It has its downsides, of course, such as my strength being inadequate for hauling large ingredients, but I usually have cooks by my side to do that for me..." A sad look briefly crosses over his face.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Actually sense there is a lack of plant life like you said we have been able to use other ingredients to make alchol." Fare noticed his look "What is the issue my friend?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"My chefs have all been killed. Banished to hell for their sin of working with me. It's no warmer down there, no matter what anyone says. But that was yesterday's news. I need to move on and get back to work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well it is always important to mourn the lost my friend but I can help you with any cooking things if you truly need it."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"If I took the time to mourn every chef I lost, I would have no time to cook. If you are truly willing to help, I have a single request of you: I need a seal. The fattest one you can find. It would mean the world to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I will do my best to find you what you need."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Kare leaves the Inn and in a flash he runs off
Athletics check 14
Survival check 8
Perception check 5
Nature check 17
Constitution check (For the cold) 6
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Thank you, friend. Or should I say, Chef Machina."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think this earns him a solid sized seal. What do you think?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo