A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
They follow them, other rootlings in the forest joining the chase.
A small coffee shop catches his eye. Well, nose, more accurately. Smells of quality spices, baked goods, and coffee waft out of the open windows, the kinds of things that require a good farmer to care for. There aren't many farms in the area that grow anything other than sugar cane, but Julius can smell soil from quite a garden in the back of the shop. How delightfully unusual.
He pauses for a moment, taking in the scent, delighted. He walks into the shop, and takes a look around. Any plants within about 30 feet of him inside the shop begin to grow much faster, and they aren’t exposed to his usual rotting ability after they leave his presence.
The building was clearly made for a very large creature to move around in, but it's run by a bored-looking halfling with a silver flask hanging from his neck. Well, he was bored a second ago, but now he's pretty excited. "Oh! It's you!" He climbs down from his step stool and heads to the back. "I'll be with you in a minute!" He comes back out with some baked goods (they seem to be a pumpkin empanada and pot pie, but they appear somehow removed from the original concept) and a pumpkin spice latte, placing them on a nearby table and pulling out a chair for Julius. "My divination has finally yielded fruit, it seems! I had these ready in case you came by my shop this time around! I kept the produce as fresh as possible and made them really shine with these snacks!"
Truesight:
This halfling isn't a halfling. He's some sort of fluffy, dark-furred monster, towering so high that his ears would brush against the ceiling if he was in his true form. He looks like he weighs so much that the ground would rumble with each step, and turquoise bioluminescent markings streak the air whenever he moves, meaning he's probably the least subtle being Julius has seen in a while. The flask likely holds some sort of transmutative formula, but the shop was curiously designed to accommodate his true form.
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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 few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
They follow them, other rootlings in the forest joining the chase.
For a brief bit, they would lose track of the shadowy creature, but instead here something massive moving through the forest. Suddenly, climbing through and around the trees and foliage is a large cottage that seems to be supported by for limbs of a mammalian nature, like a squirrel or raccoon. The building looks homey and well kept, save for the thick covering of autumn leaves and thick vines that cover the roof and the size of the walls. The house somehow seems to contort and glide around the various hurtles the forest provides, never leaving a trace of it's passing.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
A small coffee shop catches his eye. Well, nose, more accurately. Smells of quality spices, baked goods, and coffee waft out of the open windows, the kinds of things that require a good farmer to care for. There aren't many farms in the area that grow anything other than sugar cane, but Julius can smell soil from quite a garden in the back of the shop. How delightfully unusual.
He pauses for a moment, taking in the scent, delighted. He walks into the shop, and takes a look around. Any plants within about 30 feet of him inside the shop begin to grow much faster, and they aren’t exposed to his usual rotting ability after they leave his presence.
The building was clearly made for a very large creature to move around in, but it's run by a bored-looking halfling with a silver flask hanging from his neck. Well, he was bored a second ago, but now he's pretty excited. "Oh! It's you!" He climbs down from his step stool and heads to the back. "I'll be with you in a minute!" He comes back out with some baked goods (they seem to be a pumpkin empanada and pot pie, but they appear somehow removed from the original concept) and a pumpkin spice latte, placing them on a nearby table and pulling out a chair for Julius. "My divination has finally yielded fruit, it seems! I had these ready in case you came by my shop this time around! I kept the produce as fresh as possible and made them really shine with these snacks!"
Truesight:
This halfling isn't a halfling. He's some sort of fluffy, dark-furred monster, towering so high that his ears would brush against the ceiling if he was in his true form. He looks like he weighs so much that the ground would rumble with each step, and turquoise bioluminescent markings streak the air whenever he moves, meaning he's probably the least subtle being Julius has seen in a while. The flask likely holds some sort of transmutative formula, but the shop was curiously designed to accommodate his true form.
He chuckles a bit, awkwardly, not making any comments on what he sees with his truesight.
”my, my… this is wonderful, thank you so much… I simply had to pop in, I sensed all of the wonderful things you were growing here. I mean, sugarcane is wonderful, but your garden seems like it was cared for by an expert.” he takes a sip of his drink.
A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
They follow them, other rootlings in the forest joining the chase.
For a brief bit, they would lose track of the shadowy creature, but instead here something massive moving through the forest. Suddenly, climbing through and around the trees and foliage is a large cottage that seems to be supported by for limbs of a mammalian nature, like a squirrel or raccoon. The building looks homey and well kept, save for the thick covering of autumn leaves and thick vines that cover the roof and the size of the walls. The house somehow seems to contort and glide around the various hurtles the forest provides, never leaving a trace of it's passing.
To keep up with them in the less windy forest, they magically dart from foliage to foliage, growing out of tree branches and brambles, trying to reach the cottage. Their eyes glow with a more intense orange, their centers burning with actual fire.
A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
They follow them, other rootlings in the forest joining the chase.
For a brief bit, they would lose track of the shadowy creature, but instead here something massive moving through the forest. Suddenly, climbing through and around the trees and foliage is a large cottage that seems to be supported by for limbs of a mammalian nature, like a squirrel or raccoon. The building looks homey and well kept, save for the thick covering of autumn leaves and thick vines that cover the roof and the size of the walls. The house somehow seems to contort and glide around the various hurtles the forest provides, never leaving a trace of it's passing.
To keep up with them in the less windy forest, they magically dart from foliage to foliage, growing out of tree branches and brambles, trying to reach the cottage. Their eyes glow with a more intense orange, their centers burning with actual fire.
They manage to latch on to some of the foliage of the house near a window, where they can peek inside. The cottage in far bigger on the inside, filled with a massive kitchen with several ovens and stoves on one end, and another with many shelves filled with ingredients both mundane and bizzare, some for culinary purposes and some seemingly more for occult or arcane purposes. There are a few doors that lead to other rooms, and in the very center is a large caldron that gently steams out, leaving a layer of fog on the ground around it. Instead of just seeing some liquid within, the surface seems to shows someone seemingly going about their lives, like a scrying pool.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The building was clearly made for a very large creature to move around in, but it's run by a bored-looking halfling with a silver flask hanging from his neck. Well, he was bored a second ago, but now he's pretty excited. "Oh! It's you!" He climbs down from his step stool and heads to the back. "I'll be with you in a minute!" He comes back out with some baked goods (they seem to be a pumpkin empanada and pot pie, but they appear somehow removed from the original concept) and a pumpkin spice latte, placing them on a nearby table and pulling out a chair for Julius. "My divination has finally yielded fruit, it seems! I had these ready in case you came by my shop this time around! I kept the produce as fresh as possible and made them really shine with these snacks!"
Truesight:
This halfling isn't a halfling. He's some sort of fluffy, dark-furred monster, towering so high that his ears would brush against the ceiling if he was in his true form. He looks like he weighs so much that the ground would rumble with each step, and turquoise bioluminescent markings streak the air whenever he moves, meaning he's probably the least subtle being Julius has seen in a while. The flask likely holds some sort of transmutative formula, but the shop was curiously designed to accommodate his true form.
He chuckles a bit, awkwardly, not making any comments on what he sees with his truesight.
”my, my… this is wonderful, thank you so much… I simply had to pop in, I sensed all of the wonderful things you were growing here. I mean, sugarcane is wonderful, but your garden seems like it was cared for by an expert.” he takes a sip of his drink.
"Thank you! I've studied the natural sciences for a long time." He dusts some cinnamon and spices off his apron, smiling wide. "My methods are unconventional, but they're very effective! I used lipid-alchemical treatments to enhance the soil since it was used up by the sugarcane!" He sounds like he could yap on forever about this topic. "See, I used to want to be an adventurer, you know, a battlechef! The guys that go with legendary heroes and feed them legendary meals made from whatever they have on hand! So to test myself, I decided to see if I could grow some very temperamental plants using the used-up muck we have out here!" He stops for a moment, looking embarrassed suddenly. "S-sorry, you're just here for the crops, I know."
The latte is very good, with fresh milk, high-quality beans, and a good spice mix with real pumpkin that is definitely very prominent. It's still just a pumpkin spice latte though. Hard to mess up, but hard to improve.
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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.
The building was clearly made for a very large creature to move around in, but it's run by a bored-looking halfling with a silver flask hanging from his neck. Well, he was bored a second ago, but now he's pretty excited. "Oh! It's you!" He climbs down from his step stool and heads to the back. "I'll be with you in a minute!" He comes back out with some baked goods (they seem to be a pumpkin empanada and pot pie, but they appear somehow removed from the original concept) and a pumpkin spice latte, placing them on a nearby table and pulling out a chair for Julius. "My divination has finally yielded fruit, it seems! I had these ready in case you came by my shop this time around! I kept the produce as fresh as possible and made them really shine with these snacks!"
Truesight:
This halfling isn't a halfling. He's some sort of fluffy, dark-furred monster, towering so high that his ears would brush against the ceiling if he was in his true form. He looks like he weighs so much that the ground would rumble with each step, and turquoise bioluminescent markings streak the air whenever he moves, meaning he's probably the least subtle being Julius has seen in a while. The flask likely holds some sort of transmutative formula, but the shop was curiously designed to accommodate his true form.
He chuckles a bit, awkwardly, not making any comments on what he sees with his truesight.
”my, my… this is wonderful, thank you so much… I simply had to pop in, I sensed all of the wonderful things you were growing here. I mean, sugarcane is wonderful, but your garden seems like it was cared for by an expert.” he takes a sip of his drink.
"Thank you! I've studied the natural sciences for a long time." He dusts some cinnamon and spices off his apron, smiling wide. "My methods are unconventional, but they're very effective! I used lipid-alchemical treatments to enhance the soil since it was used up by the sugarcane!" He sounds like he could yap on forever about this topic. "See, I used to want to be an adventurer, you know, a battlechef! The guys that go with legendary heroes and feed them legendary meals made from whatever they have on hand! So to test myself, I decided to see if I could grow some very temperamental plants using the used-up muck we have out here!" He stops for a moment, looking embarrassed suddenly. "S-sorry, you're just here for the crops, I know."
The latte is very good, with fresh milk, high-quality beans, and a good spice mix with real pumpkin that is definitely very prominent. It's still just a pumpkin spice latte though. Hard to mess up, but hard to improve.
“No, no, i actually think that’s… awesome. And I mean, you’ve more than accomplished your goal, and that’s coming from me. But I would love to see the crops… just got here and I’d love to start off with something good. I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name… I think that some of the others of the court would enjoy what you make…” he says, taking a bite of the pie, and gesturing for the halfling to sit down with him.
A few of the towns struck by the Prince's curse have already received small culinary gifts to help them out. They would never be enough to make up for the lost harvests, but it does lighten the load a bit for the people who received them, especially those with not much saved up to weather the curse's effects for the time being.
From the nearby woods of these towns, little bunches of animated root wander into the villages at the dead of night, curious as to what is bringing them these gifts. These rootlints are the eyes of the harvest prince, and they glow inside with the same fiery orange his eyes do.
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
They follow them, other rootlings in the forest joining the chase.
For a brief bit, they would lose track of the shadowy creature, but instead here something massive moving through the forest. Suddenly, climbing through and around the trees and foliage is a large cottage that seems to be supported by for limbs of a mammalian nature, like a squirrel or raccoon. The building looks homey and well kept, save for the thick covering of autumn leaves and thick vines that cover the roof and the size of the walls. The house somehow seems to contort and glide around the various hurtles the forest provides, never leaving a trace of it's passing.
To keep up with them in the less windy forest, they magically dart from foliage to foliage, growing out of tree branches and brambles, trying to reach the cottage. Their eyes glow with a more intense orange, their centers burning with actual fire.
They manage to latch on to some of the foliage of the house near a window, where they can peek inside. The cottage in far bigger on the inside, filled with a massive kitchen with several ovens and stoves on one end, and another with many shelves filled with ingredients both mundane and bizzare, some for culinary purposes and some seemingly more for occult or arcane purposes. There are a few doors that lead to other rooms, and in the very center is a large caldron that gently steams out, leaving a layer of fog on the ground around it. Instead of just seeing some liquid within, the surface seems to shows someone seemingly going about their lives, like a scrying pool.
They chitter to each other and relay information to their prince with a quick spell. A larger one, about the size of a halfling, tries to open the window, ignoring the foliage with plant magic.
"Thank you! I've studied the natural sciences for a long time." He dusts some cinnamon and spices off his apron, smiling wide. "My methods are unconventional, but they're very effective! I used lipid-alchemical treatments to enhance the soil since it was used up by the sugarcane!" He sounds like he could yap on forever about this topic. "See, I used to want to be an adventurer, you know, a battlechef! The guys that go with legendary heroes and feed them legendary meals made from whatever they have on hand! So to test myself, I decided to see if I could grow some very temperamental plants using the used-up muck we have out here!" He stops for a moment, looking embarrassed suddenly. "S-sorry, you're just here for the crops, I know."
The latte is very good, with fresh milk, high-quality beans, and a good spice mix with real pumpkin that is definitely very prominent. It's still just a pumpkin spice latte though. Hard to mess up, but hard to improve.
“No, no, i actually think that’s… awesome. And I mean, you’ve more than accomplished your goal, and that’s coming from me. But I would love to see the crops… just got here and I’d love to start off with something good. I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name… I think that some of the others of the court would enjoy what you make…” he says, taking a bite of the pie, and gesturing for the halfling to sit down with him.
He seems shocked, but tentatively sits down. He seems to be shut up a bit from before. Less confident. "M-my name is Douxgras. It literally means 'Sweet-Fat' in French. B-but you're practically a god, of course you know French! Heh-heh!" He absentmindedly fidgets with his gloves, tugging on the fingers and then on the wrist, sliding them halfway off then on again. He seems to calm a bit when Julius takes a bite of the pie.
The pie is primarily vegetable-based, and the crust is very buttery and flaky. The vegetables truly shine. The squash, the zucchini, the onion, all with delicious farm-fresh cheese. All-in-all, it makes the coffee look weak in comparison.
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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.
"Thank you! I've studied the natural sciences for a long time." He dusts some cinnamon and spices off his apron, smiling wide. "My methods are unconventional, but they're very effective! I used lipid-alchemical treatments to enhance the soil since it was used up by the sugarcane!" He sounds like he could yap on forever about this topic. "See, I used to want to be an adventurer, you know, a battlechef! The guys that go with legendary heroes and feed them legendary meals made from whatever they have on hand! So to test myself, I decided to see if I could grow some very temperamental plants using the used-up muck we have out here!" He stops for a moment, looking embarrassed suddenly. "S-sorry, you're just here for the crops, I know."
The latte is very good, with fresh milk, high-quality beans, and a good spice mix with real pumpkin that is definitely very prominent. It's still just a pumpkin spice latte though. Hard to mess up, but hard to improve.
“No, no, i actually think that’s… awesome. And I mean, you’ve more than accomplished your goal, and that’s coming from me. But I would love to see the crops… just got here and I’d love to start off with something good. I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name… I think that some of the others of the court would enjoy what you make…” he says, taking a bite of the pie, and gesturing for the halfling to sit down with him.
He seems shocked, but tentatively sits down. He seems to be shut up a bit from before. Less confident. "M-my name is Douxgras. It literally means 'Sweet-Fat' in French. B-but you're practically a god, of course you know French! Heh-heh!" He absentmindedly fidgets with his gloves, tugging on the fingers and then on the wrist, sliding them halfway off then on again. He seems to calm a bit when Julius takes a bite of the pie.
The pie is primarily vegetable-based, and the crust is very buttery and flaky. The vegetables truly shine. The squash, the zucchini, the onion, all with delicious farm-fresh cheese. All-in-all, it makes the coffee look weak in comparison.
”this pie,” he says between bites, “is absolutely amazing… I’m starting to remember why I love this town so much. I might have to explore the country more often… thank you for the food, I appreciate it… now, uh, would it be possible I could go back and see that farm of yours? I want to see where the magic happens. Literally, in this case.”
They chitter to each other and relay information to their prince with a quick spell. A larger one, about the size of a halfling, tries to open the window, ignoring the foliage with plant magic.
If they can smell, they notice the room is filled with a wondrous array of scents that stir up quite a lot of present emotions and memories to all who catch even a whiff. A few of the ovens are filled with cooking meats, fresh bread, and sweet smelling pastries and cakes. As they would look around, one of the doors open to reveal a towering yet thin looking creature. The head is that of an skull that seems to mix the features of a wolf and a deer, topped with massive alters covered in various herbs and vines with little berries growing from them. The body was covered in silver white fur, save for the chest which was nothing but an exposed ribcage with what looks to be two beating hearts, one red like burning coal and the other a bluish white like ice that leaks out a cold wisp of mist from time to time. Two large clawed hands hand by it's sides, while to smaller, deft hands seem to be holding a bowl of massed berries. The legs of the creature look more sturdy, like those of a reindeer or a moose then a typical forest deer. The creature was covered in vines and a mantle of autumn leaves kept in pristine condition. The creature walks over to one of the counters in the kitchen, having not notices the little plant creature yet.
They chitter to each other and relay information to their prince with a quick spell. A larger one, about the size of a halfling, tries to open the window, ignoring the foliage with plant magic.
If they can smell, they notice the room is filled with a wondrous array of scents that stir up quite a lot of present emotions and memories to all who catch even a whiff. A few of the ovens are filled with cooking meats, fresh bread, and sweet smelling pastries and cakes. As they would look around, one of the doors open to reveal a towering yet thin looking creature. The head is that of an skull that seems to mix the features of a wolf and a deer, topped with massive alters covered in various herbs and vines with little berries growing from them. The body was covered in silver white fur, save for the chest which was nothing but an exposed ribcage with what looks to be two beating hearts, one red like burning coal and the other a bluish white like ice that leaks out a cold wisp of mist from time to time. Two large clawed hands hand by it's sides, while to smaller, deft hands seem to be holding a bowl of massed berries. The legs of the creature look more sturdy, like those of a reindeer or a moose then a typical forest deer. The creature was covered in vines and a mantle of autumn leaves kept in pristine condition. The creature walks over to one of the counters in the kitchen, having not notices the little plant creature yet.
They stay at the window, just on the inside, hidden, watching.
*it seems mantles/capes of autumn leaves are in fashion, Julius has one*
They chitter to each other and relay information to their prince with a quick spell. A larger one, about the size of a halfling, tries to open the window, ignoring the foliage with plant magic.
If they can smell, they notice the room is filled with a wondrous array of scents that stir up quite a lot of present emotions and memories to all who catch even a whiff. A few of the ovens are filled with cooking meats, fresh bread, and sweet smelling pastries and cakes. As they would look around, one of the doors open to reveal a towering yet thin looking creature. The head is that of an skull that seems to mix the features of a wolf and a deer, topped with massive alters covered in various herbs and vines with little berries growing from them. The body was covered in silver white fur, save for the chest which was nothing but an exposed ribcage with what looks to be two beating hearts, one red like burning coal and the other a bluish white like ice that leaks out a cold wisp of mist from time to time. Two large clawed hands hand by it's sides, while to smaller, deft hands seem to be holding a bowl of massed berries. The legs of the creature look more sturdy, like those of a reindeer or a moose then a typical forest deer. The creature was covered in vines and a mantle of autumn leaves kept in pristine condition. The creature walks over to one of the counters in the kitchen, having not notices the little plant creature yet.
They stay at the window, just on the inside, hidden, watching.
*it seems mantles/capes of autumn leaves are in fashion, Julius has one*
*Don't worry, it's more for practicality then to try and show up the great Prince of the Harvest. Got to say warm somehow. XD*
The creature watches as this strange being starts to create filling for a cherry pie. Suddenly, a shadow squeezes through the crack at the bottom of one of the door, before reforming in the kitchen, taking on the same shape as the strange creature currently in the process of baking except made entirely of shadows. In one of it's hands is that same ornate platter with the Turtle shell cloche.
"Oh, your back" The flesh creature says happily. Despite the frightful and unnatural appearance, the voice sounds more like a normal teenage boy full of warmth and life. "You must be tired, you should rest now my friend"
The shadow merely nods as it places the cloche onto the counter, before the creature devolves into a shadow and connects to the creature's feet, becoming it's shadow which the plant creature just now realized it didn't even have until now.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
They would eventually notice a creature that seems to blend into the shadows, leaving a plate of fresh cornbread and smoked ham with three glasses of warm liquid on the table of a small family of three as they are about to enter the house. The decor makes it apparent that the household is not well off, living poorly. Once the shadowy creature sees it's gifts have been accepted, it pulls out a large platter with a ornate turtle shell cloche and peeks underneath it, before zipping off. The shadowy creature looks humanoid, but it's features are fuzzy save for the large and prominent antlers and the glowing red eyes.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Surprised, two of them grab onto fallen leaves about to take off In the wind and hang onto them as they fly up, following the creature.
*oh my goodness this thread is amazing, it has all the coolest people on it*
*its alright, take your time!*
They watch as the shadowy creature leaves a few more gifts, each seeming to bring cathartic joy or a moment of peace even in the uncertainty of their current lives, before the shadow leaves the village as the sun begins to rise, heading to one of the nearby forests.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They follow them, other rootlings in the forest joining the chase.
The building was clearly made for a very large creature to move around in, but it's run by a bored-looking halfling with a silver flask hanging from his neck. Well, he was bored a second ago, but now he's pretty excited. "Oh! It's you!" He climbs down from his step stool and heads to the back. "I'll be with you in a minute!" He comes back out with some baked goods (they seem to be a pumpkin empanada and pot pie, but they appear somehow removed from the original concept) and a pumpkin spice latte, placing them on a nearby table and pulling out a chair for Julius. "My divination has finally yielded fruit, it seems! I had these ready in case you came by my shop this time around! I kept the produce as fresh as possible and made them really shine with these snacks!"
Truesight:
This halfling isn't a halfling. He's some sort of fluffy, dark-furred monster, towering so high that his ears would brush against the ceiling if he was in his true form. He looks like he weighs so much that the ground would rumble with each step, and turquoise bioluminescent markings streak the air whenever he moves, meaning he's probably the least subtle being Julius has seen in a while. The flask likely holds some sort of transmutative formula, but the shop was curiously designed to accommodate his true form.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
For a brief bit, they would lose track of the shadowy creature, but instead here something massive moving through the forest. Suddenly, climbing through and around the trees and foliage is a large cottage that seems to be supported by for limbs of a mammalian nature, like a squirrel or raccoon. The building looks homey and well kept, save for the thick covering of autumn leaves and thick vines that cover the roof and the size of the walls. The house somehow seems to contort and glide around the various hurtles the forest provides, never leaving a trace of it's passing.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
He chuckles a bit, awkwardly, not making any comments on what he sees with his truesight.
”my, my… this is wonderful, thank you so much… I simply had to pop in, I sensed all of the wonderful things you were growing here. I mean, sugarcane is wonderful, but your garden seems like it was cared for by an expert.” he takes a sip of his drink.
To keep up with them in the less windy forest, they magically dart from foliage to foliage, growing out of tree branches and brambles, trying to reach the cottage. Their eyes glow with a more intense orange, their centers burning with actual fire.
They manage to latch on to some of the foliage of the house near a window, where they can peek inside. The cottage in far bigger on the inside, filled with a massive kitchen with several ovens and stoves on one end, and another with many shelves filled with ingredients both mundane and bizzare, some for culinary purposes and some seemingly more for occult or arcane purposes. There are a few doors that lead to other rooms, and in the very center is a large caldron that gently steams out, leaving a layer of fog on the ground around it. Instead of just seeing some liquid within, the surface seems to shows someone seemingly going about their lives, like a scrying pool.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Thank you! I've studied the natural sciences for a long time." He dusts some cinnamon and spices off his apron, smiling wide. "My methods are unconventional, but they're very effective! I used lipid-alchemical treatments to enhance the soil since it was used up by the sugarcane!" He sounds like he could yap on forever about this topic. "See, I used to want to be an adventurer, you know, a battlechef! The guys that go with legendary heroes and feed them legendary meals made from whatever they have on hand! So to test myself, I decided to see if I could grow some very temperamental plants using the used-up muck we have out here!" He stops for a moment, looking embarrassed suddenly. "S-sorry, you're just here for the crops, I know."
The latte is very good, with fresh milk, high-quality beans, and a good spice mix with real pumpkin that is definitely very prominent. It's still just a pumpkin spice latte though. Hard to mess up, but hard to improve.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No, no, i actually think that’s… awesome. And I mean, you’ve more than accomplished your goal, and that’s coming from me. But I would love to see the crops… just got here and I’d love to start off with something good. I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever got your name… I think that some of the others of the court would enjoy what you make…” he says, taking a bite of the pie, and gesturing for the halfling to sit down with him.
They chitter to each other and relay information to their prince with a quick spell. A larger one, about the size of a halfling, tries to open the window, ignoring the foliage with plant magic.
He seems shocked, but tentatively sits down. He seems to be shut up a bit from before. Less confident. "M-my name is Douxgras. It literally means 'Sweet-Fat' in French. B-but you're practically a god, of course you know French! Heh-heh!" He absentmindedly fidgets with his gloves, tugging on the fingers and then on the wrist, sliding them halfway off then on again. He seems to calm a bit when Julius takes a bite of the pie.
The pie is primarily vegetable-based, and the crust is very buttery and flaky. The vegetables truly shine. The squash, the zucchini, the onion, all with delicious farm-fresh cheese. All-in-all, it makes the coffee look weak in comparison.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Gotta play DnD! I'll be back soon!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
”this pie,” he says between bites, “is absolutely amazing… I’m starting to remember why I love this town so much. I might have to explore the country more often… thank you for the food, I appreciate it… now, uh, would it be possible I could go back and see that farm of yours? I want to see where the magic happens. Literally, in this case.”
If they can smell, they notice the room is filled with a wondrous array of scents that stir up quite a lot of present emotions and memories to all who catch even a whiff. A few of the ovens are filled with cooking meats, fresh bread, and sweet smelling pastries and cakes. As they would look around, one of the doors open to reveal a towering yet thin looking creature. The head is that of an skull that seems to mix the features of a wolf and a deer, topped with massive alters covered in various herbs and vines with little berries growing from them. The body was covered in silver white fur, save for the chest which was nothing but an exposed ribcage with what looks to be two beating hearts, one red like burning coal and the other a bluish white like ice that leaks out a cold wisp of mist from time to time. Two large clawed hands hand by it's sides, while to smaller, deft hands seem to be holding a bowl of massed berries. The legs of the creature look more sturdy, like those of a reindeer or a moose then a typical forest deer. The creature was covered in vines and a mantle of autumn leaves kept in pristine condition. The creature walks over to one of the counters in the kitchen, having not notices the little plant creature yet.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
They stay at the window, just on the inside, hidden, watching.
*it seems mantles/capes of autumn leaves are in fashion, Julius has one*
*Don't worry, it's more for practicality then to try and show up the great Prince of the Harvest. Got to say warm somehow. XD*
The creature watches as this strange being starts to create filling for a cherry pie. Suddenly, a shadow squeezes through the crack at the bottom of one of the door, before reforming in the kitchen, taking on the same shape as the strange creature currently in the process of baking except made entirely of shadows. In one of it's hands is that same ornate platter with the Turtle shell cloche.
"Oh, your back" The flesh creature says happily. Despite the frightful and unnatural appearance, the voice sounds more like a normal teenage boy full of warmth and life. "You must be tired, you should rest now my friend"
The shadow merely nods as it places the cloche onto the counter, before the creature devolves into a shadow and connects to the creature's feet, becoming it's shadow which the plant creature just now realized it didn't even have until now.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills