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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Jan 1, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -6
Plop!
The succulent red meat fell straight into the creamy, ivory-coloured broth rotating with the sway of the ladle in its cooking spit. Lukis leaned over to watch as the chunk of meat floated upwards and was surrounded by the chopped vegetables and the royal-looking potatoes. An absolute beauty of a stew. So wonderful to bring back memories of when he first stole the recipe that one night he got so drunk that paying for the dish wasn't an option.
There were only two ingredients that he had to put in: first, he removed a sack from the left pocket of his large, fur-lined winter coat. A sudden winter gust blew the fur around his neck against his back and sent a line of scented steam into the night sky. Lukis smiled, knowing that others would follow the scent, even if town square was currently empty.
He untied the string from the neck of the sack and let the contents spill into his gloved hands. He took a careful look at them, seeing the golden barnacles, so round and crusted in shape, wobbling in his palm, before wrapping his fingers around them, applying as much force as he could; admittedly, that was more than a few giants could muster. Finally, they were ground into such a fine dust that he had to put his hand in front of it when he poured the particles into the stew.
The next ingredient came from his bandoleer in the casing of a bottle. He uncorked the glass container and sniffed the liquid inside before taking a gulp for himself. He clicked his tongue, trying to see if this ingredient was still fresh: it tasted more sour than usual, and was almost bitter. He shrugged indifferently and poured the whisky into the soup, knowing very well that the potatoes would get rid of the bitterness.
Finally, he prepared a set of wooden bowls from behind him and lined them up against his bench. He fully expected Thok to come running to his side for a taste, but the dog didn't show up, as he usually did. Sadly, Lukis inhaled and began pouring a portion of stew into a bowl before lifting it into the sky, the silver and blue ring on his finger reflecting the dancing stove fire to attract attention.
"Food for free? Nice, hot soup for a cold winter's dusk!" he cried out invitingly.
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Post by lizardwizard on Jan 6, 2015 19:18:26 GMT -6
Brrrrrrrr.... Dear lord. When I moved to Wildgard in the summer I didn't think the winters would get so cold, it's taken all the energy I have to keep from hibernating. I've been spending large amounts of this winter in solitude, took some time to get myself together after the events that occurred only months ago, recently though, I've been spending more time with people. It's nice to get out of my own head every once and a while. But these days mostly everyone is drunk, which is unfortunate since I've been trying not to drink much. I went outside to get away from the noise of the tavern, but now I was seriously considering going back. Before I could decide, my nose found a wonderful scent. I followed it to a man that I've only seen from a distance until now. Beside him was a big pot of soup, which seemed to be where the aroma was coming from. At that moment my stomach growled, he was saying the food was free but, I didn't know this man, and thus didn't exactly trust him. "Ah screw it." I walked up to the man, already my extremities were getting numb. "Mind if I have a bowl?"
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Jan 11, 2015 21:05:32 GMT -6
The Nord smiled to the lizard-type creature as he motioned for him to grab a bowl. Given that this guy was probably cold-blooded and freezing his arse off, Lukis knew that a nice bowl of stew would warm him up.
"Nordic travel stew," he explained, frosty mist coming from his mouth. "Some dunderhead's idea of a good travelling stew ended up looking like what the crew was spitting out all over the ship, but it tastes good in winter."
He picked up a bowl for himself and began to slurp as noisily as a prostitute who was just given fifty thousand gold pieces for a little blow. The broth poured over the sides of his beard, trailing down in the same direction as his little moustache braids went, as he looked the newcomer over. He wore black robes of some sort-far too fancy for a commonfolk-and his skin was scaly and reptilian. Most noticeable wasn't the third eye on his forehead, although that would be for most people.
Lukis, on the other hand, was too drunk for his own good to be most people, and he noticed the silver and blue ring on his finger before smiling and reaching his hand out. "Good to meet another friend of the Minister's!"
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Post by lizardwizard on Jan 14, 2015 17:44:49 GMT -6
I took the soup the man offered to me and drank it straight away. It tasted better than it looked, which wasn't very hard mind you, and had a flavor I had yet to experience. It warmed me up right away. When the man, whom I was a nord because of his accent, mentioned it was good to see another friend of the minister, I almost spat out my soup. "FINALLY, I was beginning to think I was the only one left on his side. Glad to meet you friend." I took my hand out of my sleeve to shake his. "The name's Stellio Venificus, and you are..?"
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ryogamkara
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Post by ryogamkara on Jan 15, 2015 1:30:05 GMT -6
Winter was cunning for the majority of the people..but not to Ryo. Cold, heat, humidity and all wasn't a problem to him..another great advantage of being born of demon blood. Still with the cloak of the Sufferer upon his back, he walked around minding his own business until he heard the invitation for food. He couldn't refuse free food when he was being extra careful with his money, he made sure his horns were well hidden under the good of his cloak as he got closer. He was intrigued by the lizard man that was chatting with the human, he didn't think that there were even such thing as lizard /human hybrids in this realm..clearly this world had more surprises up it's sleeve for him. He brushed a lock of his hair to the side as he nearly stood before the human, still no good with conversation he managed to ask what seemed to be a mix of shyness and a bit of coldness that made him surely look socially awkward: "I believe you are inviting some of the people to enjoy a meal?" In the awkwardness of his moment he asked a little more straight up: "Would it be possible to join you lads?"
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Jan 16, 2015 21:40:17 GMT -6
The Nord reached out with his gloved hand, shook his own very violently to get rid of the remaining barnacle dust, and then then shook his new friend's very violently as well. Lukis had always been one to outwardly show his affections, which was apparent in the way he often leapt on his friends to embrace them and nearly broke the hands of new people out of sheer excitement.
Truly, Lukis was not the brightest of folk.
"Lukis Vinterheim, my friend. I've known the Minister for quite some time now. I almost stole wine from him, but it's hard to steal wine after someone gives it to you," the Nord rumbled joyously, his voice as strong as the wind and his breath as smelly as a dank tavern. "Aye, it truly is such a pity that he's had so much blame placed upon his weary shoulders. Whoever's hurting my friends, I'm going to find them and--help yourself!"
This sudden invitation was directed towards the newcomer, mostly obscured by the shadow of night that Lukis still hadn't grown completely accustomed to, but also partially by the cloak resting upon his head and draped over his back. The Nord hadn't seen this particular stranger before, but that didn't stop him at all; in fact, Lukis always welcomed newcomers to be his friend.
He passed him a bowl of the ivory-coloured stew and smiled, his frosty breath flying out of his mouth and into the wind. "My name is Lukis Vinterheim. This is...Sallio? I don't remember, it had a V somewhere in it...anyways, please, come sit!"
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Post by lizardwizard on Jan 16, 2015 22:00:22 GMT -6
I addressed the newcomer. "It's actually Stellio. Stellio Venificus. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." I then turned to Lukis and showed him my empty bowl. I was already feeling warmer, but the cold was still biting. "Enough soup there for a second helping?"
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Post by ryogamkara on Jan 17, 2015 12:15:04 GMT -6
Ryo gladly took the bowl and the smell of the food gave him a slight high, naturally he sat down and introduced himself: "Ryo is my name, it's a pleasure to meet you both lads." He ate some of the soup, a very tasteful dish indeed it was and he couldn't 'help but smile at the delicacy of the food before him. He looked up to the two men his red eyes and lavender scar glowing softly. The light of the fire exposed partially his face but his hood still concealed the rest of his face and horns. "This is very tasteful mate, your skill in cooking are impressive."
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Post by Laura on Jan 19, 2015 10:38:56 GMT -6
Laura shivered as she walked, cursing the cold and desperately wishing for her body to become used to the new temperature quickly. Or to find shelter somewhere, that would be good as well. Unfortunately she knew few places to find shelter yet in this town, the tavern with the friendly dwarven man was an option but who even knew if there was space in weather like this. Laura pulled her coat closer around her as she walked, fingers digging into the soft yellow trim in an attempt to keep them warm against the wind. At least now she had her coat to at least help keep her warm, instead of the honestly impractical clothing for one without a fur coat that she had worn previous. A part of her shuddered at the thought of the woman who's clothes she had been wearing, but Laura tamped it down. Right now she could not afford to appear distasteful or haughty.
As Laura walked closer to the town square she paused, sniffing. There was a smell...of food? Perhaps, perhaps if there was food there would be shelter as well. It was worth a shot, in her opinion. She turned towards the smell and walked faster, glancing around at first to see if there was anyone around, but the square was nearly empty. As she got closer to the source of the smell, she spotted a few figures in the distance. Three, all male. One smelt of fire and alcohol, one was reptilian, one was demonic. Laura sighed to herself and suppressed another shudder, of course none of them would be human. She let a friendly, yet slightly shy, smile overtake her face as she got closer, and slowed her walk as she did. She came to a stop a bit in front of the trio, hearing them conversing amongst themselves in front of some bowls.
"Excuse me," Laura piped up, leaning into the group. "Something smells rather wonderful around here, would there be some to share?" She smiled wider and looked up at the men through her bangs, projecting an image of innocence and sweetness. It was always best to start off harmless, she thought. At least until she got a sense of those she was around.
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Post by Lukis "Drunkard" Vinterheim on Jan 19, 2015 19:21:03 GMT -6
Lukis nodded to the lizard and took his bowl, placing it by the soup-filled ladle that he had once beat a man with and pouring the contents inside. He then handed it back with a smile. "Keeps the traveller's heart warm, eh?" he chirped.
Then, turning his attention to the man, so smiled and bowed. "I do try my best. When you've travelled all over the Western world for as long as I have, you pick stuff up." He then sat back and patted his slightly bulging belly with a roaring chuckle. "And when you're old like me, you start going back to those skills to keep you busy!"
He reached behind himself and grabbed a small suede pouch. Reaching inside, he pulled out a few rods almost resembling small twigs, and took a bite of one.
"Crackers," he informed his two guests before offering his crackers to them. "Usually for travel as well, although much lighter. You can do some dipping if you want, though. Ryo, was it? Strange name for a Westerner, unless you come from elsewhere...if you don't mind me nosing around."
However, before Lukis could annoy Ryo any more with his inquiries, a voice sounded out beside him; shy, but polite and hungry. It had come from a small girl whose curves reminded Lukis of Nordic wind carvings, and whose sandy blonde hair reminded him of sand. No particular sand, nostalgic sand. Just sand.
Still, completely overwhelmed by the cuteness of the new newcomer, he handed her a wooden bowl and a handful of his travel crackers before smiling goofily.
"Well, look at this merry gathering we have here! A good old sharing curle!" he exclaimed to everyone before looking over at the girl. "I'm Lukis. Lukis Vinterheim. This is Ryo, and...and...Stiletto, was it?" After a brief pause, he resumed. "What's your name, then?"
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Post by Laura on Feb 9, 2015 1:28:14 GMT -6
(-clears throat- I'd like to wait for more people to post before I respond again, is there any chance of that happening or should I just go ahead?)
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Post by lukis on Feb 9, 2015 21:17:26 GMT -6
(*sneezes* I think it'd just be better if you went ahead an posted. I can't reply to myself, so it'd be good to have someone to reply to)
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