(Disclaimer: may not prominently feature either pasta or betrayal) (Also, I removed some of the more objectionable parts of this intro, such as the carpet F-bomb belted out by one of the characters.)
Your home is the picture-book countryside town of Salted Pork. You grew up among winding lanes and tidy cobblestone houses, stealing candied apples from the candied-apple orchard and fishing for chocolate coins from the old fountain in the town square. The working folk of Salted Pork spend their days toiling in the fields, pulling cold beers, and sweating over scorching grills. But the nights... The nights are long and filled with sweet laughter, piping hot meals, and wet-wet drinks.
At the heart of your town’s world-famous food scene is the booming pork industry, a squealing behemoth propped up by the sprawling Alexandre farmlands and a cathedral-like slaughterhouse on the edge of the town’s eastern border.
On this sunny spring afternoon, the townsfolk are preoccupied with preparations for one of their famous, almost always sausage-themed food festivals. With just seven days to Salt Fest, the annual celebration of the town’s founding, all hands are on deck to stock the larders, hang decorations, and prepare the most extravagant, pork-fixated menu you have ever seen.
In the bustling town square, a group of children spills out of the Pickled Revenant Bar & Grill, laughing and pelting each other with stale hot dog buns, a traditional children’s game in these parts. Outside of Sweet Mary’s pie shop, a young couple sits on patio furniture, making googly eyes at each other and pushing the remnants of a black-stout gravy pie around a plate.
Three questions to answer in your first post:
How are your characters preparing for Salt Fest?
Who are the important people in your life? (Don't worry, I won't kill them)
Are you content with your lot in Salted Pork, or do your ambitions lie elsewhere?
In a world far away several decades ago where the lands of the Halfling Shire overlapped the lands of the Dwarven County, two famous adventurers fell in love, retired and decided to get down to more homely things; cooking, brewing and babies. Bethesda Stewheart became a cook unsurpassed and Korig Brewbelly similarly for brewing, and so when the twinkle in their eye was born; Stewart Brewheart Stoutbelly, they decided he would be trained in the culinary arts, for it was safer than their past dangerous lives of slaying giants and dragons.
To aid in this goal they decided to move to the crème-de-le-crème of locations for such an upbringing, the Culinary Casters of the Bouillabaisse practicing the magic of Cularcana in the multiverse renowned town of Salted Pork, where Stew spent his early years throwing hotdog buns and learning the basics of the culinary arts; how to chop vegetables and weigh ingredients.
Finally in his late teams Stew was sent to the famous Strixhaven college of Witherbloom, and ”Belly” as he came to be known tutored under Gyome himself, learning the crafts of cooking and brewing. But unusually for most cooks, Belly took a “scientific” approach to the craft, measuring and calculating every recipe, methodologically crafting delights for consumption for the gastronomically enlightened in scientifically derived ways.
Graduating top of his class Belly’s trophy was a large wooden cooking spoon enchanted to focus his magic, and his parents bought him magical chefs clothing so he would always look his best in his new job.
Belly was content to stay in Salted Port after graduation and has spent the last year working in The Swine and Crust, one of the better pork pie making shops in town working as apprentice chef to the renowned Crusty McRind, making pie pastry, for his exactness seemed suited to such work. After his first year his research allowed him to finish making his crowning technical achievement to date, his Homunculus pet which he decided to call Pot.
His creation, the “All-In-One-Pot” is a flying cast iron cooks pot that not only carries all of his cooking utensils, but also had a mean streak and can shoot out a bolt of cooking energy that can cook a rabbit alive if needed.. Unfortunately in his haste Belly forgot to give it speech, so three little lights blink red, greed and white to communicate, and it can say one word, “Yum”.
As part of Belly’s preparations for Salt Fest he has been making pie crusts in the dozens of dozens, ready to be filled by the master chefs with the pork pie filling. Then the cries started, for there was no filling… the meat had not arrived, and his boss Salty McRind was most upset.
”GET OUT THERE ARE FIND FILLING” Salty McRind bellowed, so Belly ran out into the street to help with the desperate search.
Description
Belly is a four foot tall, basically round dwarf/halfling ?… maybe both, for his face is bearded and round with red cheeks, his belly as round as he is tall, giving him a more “spherical” appearance than anything. Wearing a white chefs outfit, a filleting knife and rolling pin hanging off his belt, a large wooden spoon is in his hand, and a black cast iron pot follows eagerly behind him.
{Shevno Hones just does what he usually do in the afternoon, practicing his hibachi chef skills in front of his "living" skeleton cat, Gatokotsu. After finishing up his daily practice he looks out of window of his home and slowly sighed, pondering what he should do if he wins the salt festival, considering traveling the world as an wandering hibachi chef. Then he looks back at Gatokotsu laying on there back with there paws stretched out, and he formed a faint smile on his face and slowly stroked Gatokotsu until they started to scratch at him, then he just went to his sofa and fell into a semi dormant state}
Pork Pie (not her given name and don't ask her to elaborate) is a serious-looking, rather tall and slender, tiefling woman. Her hair is always up, she is likely dressed in an executive chef's coat embroidered with P.P., and has what looks like armor on underneath. She does not seem to have any time to bother with those around her and is laser-focused on what she is doing.
She's just arrived in Salted Pork, and quote "hates this f***ing town." She's here on a mission, though, and is preparing her equipment, ingredients, and utensils for the renowned Porked cooking competition, which occurs annually at the Festival. Last year, she left in disgrace after being eliminated (unfairly of course) in the first round. This year, however, she has an ace up her sleeve. That fire, normally said to burn in her eye, is looking especially demonic these days...
She has a family back in the small town she's from (well a mom, dad is literally the devil), but does not have anyone she considers a friend, as she has yet to meet anyone on her level of culinary prowess. There is someone she's recently met that she cares greatly for the wellbeing of, as they've recently sponsored her culinary efforts, in a sense. She does know who Belly is, and knows about his stint at the acclaimed The Swine and Crust, but she will likely pretend she's never heard of him.
Anthony Lombardi is humming to himself quietly as he stirs a bubbling pasta pot filled with writhing noodles. The short gnome's simple outfit is stained with sauce and he has a belt equipped with salt and pepper shakers, spoons, forks, and other cooking utensils. He watches his steaming pot intently and grips the wooden spoon he uses to stir firmly. A well groomed mustache adorns the gnome's upper lip.
The most important person in his life is Strega Giulia, his grandmother who taught him to cook. She lives back in his hometown which he has forsaken out of shame for flooding it with pasta. He hopes to earn back his honor by becoming a skilled pastamancer capable of providing his hometown with delicious, and controlled, meals.
He is in Salt Pork to hone his culinary skills. Anthony does not plan on staying there permanently, but he is looking forward to the festival.
Eugene Bristletop is a short and healthy-looking halfling who always has a charming smile on his face and a cooking utensil in hand. He has brown eyes and brown hair and a big smile on his face, he's very charming and well-known in the community of Salt Pork. He's lived here all his life growing up in a small cobblestone cottage with his mother and father watching the town grow as he does. His family owns a tavern called The Bristletop Stop in the middle of town where they sell delicious soups, stews, and of course pork. Eugene loves his parents and has grown up watching them work their little business as they mentored him with his sorcery and cooking abilities until it was finally passed down to his ownership. They have been preparing since the day after the last Salt Fest, Planning and prepping and busting their a*** for this Festival because the cooking is falling on Eugene and the pressure is real. Since he is the owner he has to withhold their title. He honestly doesn't to do this because he feels like he's gonna let his family down but he can't just give up he won't ever let himself down. He's been cooking and cooking and when he's not cooking he's learning new spells and tricks to enhance his ability. He won't let his family down.
So he's spent months and months enhancing his ability even learning a spell called "helping hand (mage hand)" to give him something extra in the kitchen. He's been studying and cooking and studying and cooking until he's all burnt out. His mom, Cilantra Bristletop, has offered to take it over seeing the toll this is taking on him but he refuses to let his mom down again. Back when he was a wee ladling he promised his mother that he would make the family fest that they do every year but it went haywire when he thought habanero peppers and bell peppers had no difference but a name...he was heavily mistaken when the family tasted it and was crying from the pain in their mouths. It's different now. He knows what he needs to do right and what would make things go all wrong. He's just hoping that he won't crack like an egg under pressure and mess things up again.
The most important person to him is his mom. She taught him how to use his sorcery for his ability as a chef as she also is a sorcerer. She has been teaching him as long as he can remember and he doesn't want to let her down, as a mentor and as a mom. He plans to stay in Salt Pork as long as he can to keep the family business running letting the legacy pass down to his children in the future.
At 12:30 PM on a busy Sunday afternoon, every scrap of pork, sausage, and pig hide disappears from the town of Salted Pork. The town’s herd of pigs, numbering in the thousands, vanishes right from under the noses of the ever-attentive swineherds of the Red Velvet Abbey. If that wasn’t enough to deal with the week before Salt Fest, an immolated corpse is discovered splayed on the killing floor of the local slaughterhouse, the Alexandre Wetworks.
The strange event, which villagers quickly start referring to as “The Porkening,” occurs without the usual fanfare of sparks and crackles that might accompany a spell of this scale. All over town, half-eaten sausages and pig leather gloves simply disappear, leaving behind the faint smell of spiced apple: a telltale sign of the obscure and forbidden form of magic that uses living fat and muscle to power immense, reality-bending spells.
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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.
At 12:30 PM on a busy Sunday afternoon, every scrap of pork, sausage, and pig hide disappears from the town of Salted Pork. The town’s herd of pigs, numbering in the thousands, vanishes right from under the noses of the ever-attentive swineherds of the Red Velvet Abbey. If that wasn’t enough to deal with the week before Salt Fest, an immolated corpse is discovered splayed on the killing floor of the local slaughterhouse, the Alexandre Wetworks.
The strange event, which villagers quickly start referring to as “The Porkening,” occurs without the usual fanfare of sparks and crackles that might accompany a spell of this scale. All over town, half-eaten sausages and pig leather gloves simply disappear, leaving behind the faint smell of spiced apple: a telltale sign of the obscure and forbidden form of magic that uses living fat and muscle to power immense, reality-bending spells.
After being questioned by a distraught swineherd Anthony responds with, "Well butter me up and call me a soggy waffle! All the porcine products have vanished? What ever shall we do? I have seen a herd of demon possessed pigs act as if they were lemmings but I have never heard of anything like this!"
His pasta pot is full of boiling farfalle. He plucks out a piece of pasta and fixes the wet noodle to his collar like a bow-tie. The gnome declares, "I shall wonder as I wander," as he grabs his pasta pot and begins to walk through the town as he contemplates the porcine predicament.
Euguene grows frantic as he can't find his sausage. the main component of his meal for the Salt Fest. He could have sworn that he bought plenty of sausages three days ago and was belittled at the absence of the meat. He went to where his mom was hating the fact he had to ask for her assistance "Mother, I lost my sausage... it just vanished into thin air I swear I bought some three days ago!" She just sighed at him which made him look very puzzled " Didn't you hear, everything that has to do with a pig just vanished.. it was announced already.." He realized he had been so focused that he wasn't even paying attention to the outside world anymore.
He laughed and nodded not wanting her to worry. He left the cottage and start on his way going into town for a fresh apple cider to collect his thoughts and get back in touch with reality maybe find some information about the missing pigs
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**Might be Inactive sometimes but not really likely**
Xelta: Introverted Wood-Elf Druid (Most used)
Dark Kardeth: Half-Elf Sorceror
Yokilahi- High-Elf Fighter
Im still learning so please be considerate of my naive understanding of DND
Pork Pie stewed for the first few days, after she had JUST purchased the pork shanks in preparation for the competition. Her first thought was that it would be over quickly, as that there must be some simple explanation for this: a publicity stunt or something else these hams thought up to make the festival more dramatic. Still, she couldn't figure out why they would bring up the smell of apples, and fake a murder on top of that.
After day three she lost her patience. She debates calling on her Patron, to see if they've heard anything about this, but she's never been one to rely on someone else to solve her problems. With that spirit, she sets off toward the festival grounds to see if there is someone who could explain what was going on, still determined to compete and not let this set her back.
Rosemary Thyme skittered around l'Epicerie, her new boutique spice shop next door to the Pickled Revenant, like the peppercorns blackening in her cast iron skillet. As she sizzled about grinding and mixing and stirring, she kept peppering the air with language whose spiciness would set the air on fire if its saltiness had not already pickled it.
. In spite of the heroic efforts of the Order of the Pit and Flame and other BBQ paladins to ensure the peace and prosperity that made the Salt Fest possible, it was always the charcuterie that drew the greatest praise and was held the most prestigious category. But not for Rosemary. Ever since she was a little redheaded kender tot, she had dreamed of two things: being knighted a BBQ paladin, and having her marinade and dry rub combination win the Golden Spit in Salt Fest's Braised Pork Loin Pit-down. Salt Pork threw at least this bone to the knights of the spit who ensured the peace that made Salt Fest possible. And this year would be special. This year the BBQ commander who had scornfully dismissed her to the Spiceblenders Guild to "prove she could boil water before she thought a little kender like her could wield a spit" had grudgingly admitted that IF her marinade and rub could win the prize then MAYBE she could boil water after all and PERHAPS might be considered for a stablehand to one of the squires ... She'd be a squire herself in a year or two if she could just get that! Wasn't her great-great-great-grandfather one of the FOUNDERS of the Order? Sure, official records mentioning a kender among the First Companions had gotten lost somewhere in the rotisserie of time, but this year his great-great-great-granddaughter would finally get a chance to make her parents and thirteen brothers and sisters so proud, live out the stories her mother had told her at the fireside and actually be KNIGHTED ...
except the *#^&$%%@#_% pigs had to go missing! How could she marinade and dry rub pork loins that were probably trotting merrily towards the horizon a thousand miles away and getting farther every second?! She just HAD to go after them! She just HAD to join this rescue party everyone was talking about!
Henry is working at his café. like he always does, trying to perfect his pork pie recipe. for the festival, but he realises that he hasn't got any pork. so he runs to the butchers, but they don't have any. so he goes back to the café and kind of just sulks around. when he realizes he has a pork vault!, he energetically runs to the kitchen. and opens the vault. the code is: 1,2,3,9, he opens it but there isn't any pork! so he starts to get angry he slumps to the ground and is majorly pissed off.
I think i forgot to say but Henry has a boyfriend who is Kongu (played by Brad_The_Bread).
Rosemary blinked as she opened the door of l'Epicerie and her finely tuned kender ears began to automatically slurp down floating squeezes of gossip and conversation like gulps of an information smoothie. Until one particular swallow brought her up with a pure ginger jolt. A murder! Not in some obscure alley, but in the beating heart of Salt Pork itself, the Alexandre Slaughterhouse! If she could discover the criminal and bring them to the swift fire of justice the BBQ commander would HAVE to recognize her worth as a knight. She set off for the Slaughterhouse at the top of her speed, pausing only to seize her ever-ready spicehunters' kit -- which contained a little more than the usual professional kit when you consider some of the spices were so heavily overharvested in the town's less conscious-culinarianism days that they now had to be hunted far out in the dangerous outskirts. She even wore the chain jacket she'd developed in the early days of practicing her knife skills when chain gloves just weren't enough. And she carried her trusty cleaver and tenderizing hammer with her, and at least five spits. Who knew but the murderer might still be lurking about the place?
As she ran, she began to see others in the street she recognized from the culinary scene around Salt Pork, and to wonder if they were part of this excitement too. She called and waved to each one she passed, urging them to join her in investigating. "Why would pigs fly, and people fry, both at the exact same time, unless there was a connection? I'd hope Salt Pork wasn't afflicted with TWO culinary curses!"
Rosemary blinked as she opened the door of l'Epicerie and her finely tuned kender ears began to automatically slurp down floating squeezes of gossip and conversation like gulps of an information smoothie. Until one particular swallow brought her up with a pure ginger jolt. A murder! Not in some obscure alley, but in the beating heart of Salt Pork itself, the Alexandre Slaughterhouse! If she could discover the criminal and bring them to the swift fire of justice the BBQ commander would HAVE to recognize her worth as a knight. She set off for the Slaughterhouse at the top of her speed, pausing only to seize her ever-ready spicehunters' kit -- which contained a little more than the usual professional kit when you consider some of the spices were so heavily overharvested in the town's less conscious-culinarianism days that they now had to be hunted far out in the dangerous outskirts. She even wore the chain jacket she'd developed in the early days of practicing her knife skills when chain gloves just weren't enough. And she carried her trusty cleaver and tenderizing hammer with her, and at least five spits. Who knew but the murderer might still be lurking about the place?
As she ran, she began to see others in the street she recognized from the culinary scene around Salt Pork, and to wonder if they were part of this excitement too. She called and waved to each one she passed, urging them to join her in investigating. "Why would pigs fly, and people fry, both at the exact same time, unless there was a connection? I'd hope Salt Pork wasn't afflicted with TWO culinary curses!"
All the other players see and hear this.
...But do they choose to join?
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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.
Rosemary blinked as she opened the door of l'Epicerie and her finely tuned kender ears began to automatically slurp down floating squeezes of gossip and conversation like gulps of an information smoothie. Until one particular swallow brought her up with a pure ginger jolt. A murder! Not in some obscure alley, but in the beating heart of Salt Pork itself, the Alexandre Slaughterhouse! If she could discover the criminal and bring them to the swift fire of justice the BBQ commander would HAVE to recognize her worth as a knight. She set off for the Slaughterhouse at the top of her speed, pausing only to seize her ever-ready spicehunters' kit -- which contained a little more than the usual professional kit when you consider some of the spices were so heavily overharvested in the town's less conscious-culinarianism days that they now had to be hunted far out in the dangerous outskirts. She even wore the chain jacket she'd developed in the early days of practicing her knife skills when chain gloves just weren't enough. And she carried her trusty cleaver and tenderizing hammer with her, and at least five spits. Who knew but the murderer might still be lurking about the place?
As she ran, she began to see others in the street she recognized from the culinary scene around Salt Pork, and to wonder if they were part of this excitement too. She called and waved to each one she passed, urging them to join her in investigating. "Why would pigs fly, and people fry, both at the exact same time, unless there was a connection? I'd hope Salt Pork wasn't afflicted with TWO culinary curses!"
All the other players see and hear this.
...But do they choose to join?
Little Anthony hears this and bustles over with his pasta pot in hand, “Fellow short one! It appears that you and I have similar concerns. It may be to our advantage to join together.”
Pork Pie recognizes the Kender calling out loudly as the spice vendor she had visited to buy some preparatory spices when she got into town. Although she notices a pasta-wielding creature talking to her, she doesn't approach the do-gooder, just watches them to see if they might be able to lead her in the direction of whoever can explain to her what is going on with the competition.
Kongu a big muscled shark man. with a big leather jacket and bicycle jeans walks up to the kender. with Henry and says: "hi there names kongu heard you talking bout a murder and i thought to myself well I've committed a lot of murders so i could probably help you or something." he pulls out a business card and gives it to the kender it reads:
Kongu Bright Fang. 23. male. he/him. Proud Owner of sharks alike a fisherman company. portable Gnome number: 1234568970
(Disclaimer: may not prominently feature either pasta or betrayal)
(Also, I removed some of the more objectionable parts of this intro, such as the carpet F-bomb belted out by one of the characters.)
Three questions to answer in your first post:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Description
[[Wait DM, could I have an "Living" skeleton of an cat as an pet?]]
Discord PBP's should have there own sections
*Yup!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
{Shevno Hones just does what he usually do in the afternoon, practicing his hibachi chef skills in front of his "living" skeleton cat, Gatokotsu. After finishing up his daily practice he looks out of window of his home and slowly sighed, pondering what he should do if he wins the salt festival, considering traveling the world as an wandering hibachi chef. Then he looks back at Gatokotsu laying on there back with there paws stretched out, and he formed a faint smile on his face and slowly stroked Gatokotsu until they started to scratch at him, then he just went to his sofa and fell into a semi dormant state}
Discord PBP's should have there own sections
Pork Pie (not her given name and don't ask her to elaborate) is a serious-looking, rather tall and slender, tiefling woman. Her hair is always up, she is likely dressed in an executive chef's coat embroidered with P.P., and has what looks like armor on underneath. She does not seem to have any time to bother with those around her and is laser-focused on what she is doing.
She's just arrived in Salted Pork, and quote "hates this f***ing town." She's here on a mission, though, and is preparing her equipment, ingredients, and utensils for the renowned Porked cooking competition, which occurs annually at the Festival. Last year, she left in disgrace after being eliminated (unfairly of course) in the first round. This year, however, she has an ace up her sleeve. That fire, normally said to burn in her eye, is looking especially demonic these days...
She has a family back in the small town she's from (well a mom, dad is literally the devil), but does not have anyone she considers a friend, as she has yet to meet anyone on her level of culinary prowess. There is someone she's recently met that she cares greatly for the wellbeing of, as they've recently sponsored her culinary efforts, in a sense. She does know who Belly is, and knows about his stint at the acclaimed The Swine and Crust, but she will likely pretend she's never heard of him.
*A couple more players and we can actually start!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Anthony Lombardi is humming to himself quietly as he stirs a bubbling pasta pot filled with writhing noodles. The short gnome's simple outfit is stained with sauce and he has a belt equipped with salt and pepper shakers, spoons, forks, and other cooking utensils. He watches his steaming pot intently and grips the wooden spoon he uses to stir firmly. A well groomed mustache adorns the gnome's upper lip.
The most important person in his life is Strega Giulia, his grandmother who taught him to cook. She lives back in his hometown which he has forsaken out of shame for flooding it with pasta. He hopes to earn back his honor by becoming a skilled pastamancer capable of providing his hometown with delicious, and controlled, meals.
He is in Salt Pork to hone his culinary skills. Anthony does not plan on staying there permanently, but he is looking forward to the festival.
Eugene Bristletop is a short and healthy-looking halfling who always has a charming smile on his face and a cooking utensil in hand. He has brown eyes and brown hair and a big smile on his face, he's very charming and well-known in the community of Salt Pork. He's lived here all his life growing up in a small cobblestone cottage with his mother and father watching the town grow as he does. His family owns a tavern called The Bristletop Stop in the middle of town where they sell delicious soups, stews, and of course pork. Eugene loves his parents and has grown up watching them work their little business as they mentored him with his sorcery and cooking abilities until it was finally passed down to his ownership. They have been preparing since the day after the last Salt Fest, Planning and prepping and busting their a*** for this Festival because the cooking is falling on Eugene and the pressure is real. Since he is the owner he has to withhold their title. He honestly doesn't to do this because he feels like he's gonna let his family down but he can't just give up he won't ever let himself down. He's been cooking and cooking and when he's not cooking he's learning new spells and tricks to enhance his ability. He won't let his family down.
So he's spent months and months enhancing his ability even learning a spell called "helping hand (mage hand)" to give him something extra in the kitchen. He's been studying and cooking and studying and cooking until he's all burnt out. His mom, Cilantra Bristletop, has offered to take it over seeing the toll this is taking on him but he refuses to let his mom down again. Back when he was a wee ladling he promised his mother that he would make the family fest that they do every year but it went haywire when he thought habanero peppers and bell peppers had no difference but a name...he was heavily mistaken when the family tasted it and was crying from the pain in their mouths. It's different now. He knows what he needs to do right and what would make things go all wrong. He's just hoping that he won't crack like an egg under pressure and mess things up again.
The most important person to him is his mom. She taught him how to use his sorcery for his ability as a chef as she also is a sorcerer. She has been teaching him as long as he can remember and he doesn't want to let her down, as a mentor and as a mom. He plans to stay in Salt Pork as long as he can to keep the family business running letting the legacy pass down to his children in the future.
**Might be Inactive sometimes but not really likely**
Xelta: Introverted Wood-Elf Druid (Most used)
Dark Kardeth: Half-Elf Sorceror
Yokilahi- High-Elf Fighter
Im still learning so please be considerate of my naive understanding of DND
See ya Adventures
At 12:30 PM on a busy Sunday afternoon, every scrap of pork, sausage, and pig hide disappears from the town of Salted Pork. The town’s herd of pigs, numbering in the thousands, vanishes right from under the noses of the ever-attentive swineherds of the Red Velvet Abbey. If that wasn’t enough to deal with the week before Salt Fest, an immolated corpse is discovered splayed on the killing floor of the local slaughterhouse, the Alexandre Wetworks.
The strange event, which villagers quickly start referring to as “The Porkening,” occurs without the usual fanfare of sparks and crackles that might accompany a spell of this scale. All over town, half-eaten sausages and pig leather gloves simply disappear, leaving behind the faint smell of spiced apple: a telltale sign of the obscure and forbidden form of magic that uses living fat and muscle to power immense, reality-bending spells.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After being questioned by a distraught swineherd Anthony responds with, "Well butter me up and call me a soggy waffle! All the porcine products have vanished? What ever shall we do? I have seen a herd of demon possessed pigs act as if they were lemmings but I have never heard of anything like this!"
His pasta pot is full of boiling farfalle. He plucks out a piece of pasta and fixes the wet noodle to his collar like a bow-tie. The gnome declares, "I shall wonder as I wander," as he grabs his pasta pot and begins to walk through the town as he contemplates the porcine predicament.
Euguene grows frantic as he can't find his sausage. the main component of his meal for the Salt Fest. He could have sworn that he bought plenty of sausages three days ago and was belittled at the absence of the meat. He went to where his mom was hating the fact he had to ask for her assistance "Mother, I lost my sausage... it just vanished into thin air I swear I bought some three days ago!" She just sighed at him which made him look very puzzled " Didn't you hear, everything that has to do with a pig just vanished.. it was announced already.." He realized he had been so focused that he wasn't even paying attention to the outside world anymore.
He laughed and nodded not wanting her to worry. He left the cottage and start on his way going into town for a fresh apple cider to collect his thoughts and get back in touch with reality maybe find some information about the missing pigs
**Might be Inactive sometimes but not really likely**
Xelta: Introverted Wood-Elf Druid (Most used)
Dark Kardeth: Half-Elf Sorceror
Yokilahi- High-Elf Fighter
Im still learning so please be considerate of my naive understanding of DND
See ya Adventures
Pork Pie stewed for the first few days, after she had JUST purchased the pork shanks in preparation for the competition. Her first thought was that it would be over quickly, as that there must be some simple explanation for this: a publicity stunt or something else these hams thought up to make the festival more dramatic. Still, she couldn't figure out why they would bring up the smell of apples, and fake a murder on top of that.
After day three she lost her patience. She debates calling on her Patron, to see if they've heard anything about this, but she's never been one to rely on someone else to solve her problems. With that spirit, she sets off toward the festival grounds to see if there is someone who could explain what was going on, still determined to compete and not let this set her back.
Rosemary Thyme skittered around l'Epicerie, her new boutique spice shop next door to the Pickled Revenant, like the peppercorns blackening in her cast iron skillet. As she sizzled about grinding and mixing and stirring, she kept peppering the air with language whose spiciness would set the air on fire if its saltiness had not already pickled it.
. In spite of the heroic efforts of the Order of the Pit and Flame and other BBQ paladins to ensure the peace and prosperity that made the Salt Fest possible, it was always the charcuterie that drew the greatest praise and was held the most prestigious category. But not for Rosemary. Ever since she was a little redheaded kender tot, she had dreamed of two things: being knighted a BBQ paladin, and having her marinade and dry rub combination win the Golden Spit in Salt Fest's Braised Pork Loin Pit-down. Salt Pork threw at least this bone to the knights of the spit who ensured the peace that made Salt Fest possible. And this year would be special. This year the BBQ commander who had scornfully dismissed her to the Spiceblenders Guild to "prove she could boil water before she thought a little kender like her could wield a spit" had grudgingly admitted that IF her marinade and rub could win the prize then MAYBE she could boil water after all and PERHAPS might be considered for a stablehand to one of the squires ... She'd be a squire herself in a year or two if she could just get that! Wasn't her great-great-great-grandfather one of the FOUNDERS of the Order? Sure, official records mentioning a kender among the First Companions had gotten lost somewhere in the rotisserie of time, but this year his great-great-great-granddaughter would finally get a chance to make her parents and thirteen brothers and sisters so proud, live out the stories her mother had told her at the fireside and actually be KNIGHTED ...
except the *#^&$%%@#_% pigs had to go missing! How could she marinade and dry rub pork loins that were probably trotting merrily towards the horizon a thousand miles away and getting farther every second?! She just HAD to go after them! She just HAD to join this rescue party everyone was talking about!
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Henry is working at his café. like he always does, trying to perfect his pork pie recipe. for the festival, but he realises that he hasn't got any pork. so he runs to the butchers, but they don't have any. so he goes back to the café and kind of just sulks around. when he realizes he has a pork vault!, he energetically runs to the kitchen. and opens the vault. the code is: 1,2,3,9, he opens it but there isn't any pork! so he starts to get angry he slumps to the ground and is majorly pissed off.
I think i forgot to say but Henry has a boyfriend who is Kongu (played by Brad_The_Bread).
Rosemary blinked as she opened the door of l'Epicerie and her finely tuned kender ears began to automatically slurp down floating squeezes of gossip and conversation like gulps of an information smoothie. Until one particular swallow brought her up with a pure ginger jolt. A murder! Not in some obscure alley, but in the beating heart of Salt Pork itself, the Alexandre Slaughterhouse! If she could discover the criminal and bring them to the swift fire of justice the BBQ commander would HAVE to recognize her worth as a knight. She set off for the Slaughterhouse at the top of her speed, pausing only to seize her ever-ready spicehunters' kit -- which contained a little more than the usual professional kit when you consider some of the spices were so heavily overharvested in the town's less conscious-culinarianism days that they now had to be hunted far out in the dangerous outskirts. She even wore the chain jacket she'd developed in the early days of practicing her knife skills when chain gloves just weren't enough. And she carried her trusty cleaver and tenderizing hammer with her, and at least five spits. Who knew but the murderer might still be lurking about the place?
As she ran, she began to see others in the street she recognized from the culinary scene around Salt Pork, and to wonder if they were part of this excitement too. She called and waved to each one she passed, urging them to join her in investigating. "Why would pigs fly, and people fry, both at the exact same time, unless there was a connection? I'd hope Salt Pork wasn't afflicted with TWO culinary curses!"
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
All the other players see and hear this.
...But do they choose to join?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Little Anthony hears this and bustles over with his pasta pot in hand, “Fellow short one! It appears that you and I have similar concerns. It may be to our advantage to join together.”
Pork Pie recognizes the Kender calling out loudly as the spice vendor she had visited to buy some preparatory spices when she got into town. Although she notices a pasta-wielding creature talking to her, she doesn't approach the do-gooder, just watches them to see if they might be able to lead her in the direction of whoever can explain to her what is going on with the competition.
Kongu a big muscled shark man. with a big leather jacket and bicycle jeans walks up to the kender. with Henry and says: "hi there names kongu heard you talking bout a murder and i thought to myself well I've committed a lot of murders so i could probably help you or something." he pulls out a business card and gives it to the kender it reads:
He smiles with large white teeth at the kender.
a protable gnome is like a phone btw