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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
11-12-2014, 12:57 AM (This post was last modified: 11-12-2014, 01:34 PM by Random Event.)
Feet paced over the mossy terrain of the glowing room hidden underground; scaly, rough, taloned feet. Brown feathers jostled against one another, unkempt and wild. A red sheet of skin, like blood, wobbled to and fro with the movement upon a rounded head. Black, beady eyes which seemed to contain no soul darted from one end of the glow-lit room to the other, frenzily searching for what was not there. A low growl rumbled from within, furious and dangerous in its tone.
All of it belonged to no beast however, not in any traditional sense of the word. An otherwise well mannered being, she cannot contain herself at the dinner table. Actually, she thought with an irritated squawk passing through her beak - she was particularly monstrous at the moment due to a lack of suitable food.
Angrily she scratched at a tuft of moss. Its fragments went sailing behind her, falling imp against their brethren. It did nothing to satiate the turkey, which angered her all the more. Few things could, especially given her large girth and bottomless appetite. She stood nearly as tall as a horse.
"IS THERE NO DECENT FOOD AROUND HERE!?" She huffed, feathers which had fluffed at her sides gradually slicking back down. Since coming to Helovia she hadn't managed to rustle up any decent grub, figuratively and literally. Her call, a plea disguised with frustration, echoed through the various caverns of the cave and beyond, calling to anyone who might be able to help her. Unfortunately the turkey was no chef herself, but she knew a good meal when she tasted it, so she could certainly judge dishes.
She did have one thing left. An egg, carefully guarded by her, until now. Hungrily she waddled over to it, taking it in her foot and contemplating the best way to eat it. She knew it wasn't ideal, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
This is going to be a cook off! You may bring in SEVEN ingredients, which you should list on the bottom of your post, but choose wisely, these ingredients must be used to make all the dishes required in each round. You'll want some of the basics, but also some which are unique to make your dishes stand out.
*You can say you brought the ingredients in with you, or go and find them once the meal to be made is announced, I just need the OOC confirmation of them in your first reply.
1. You have 72 hours to reply to this thread.
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He was back at the caves once more. Maybe because in the growing chill of the desert, they provided warmth? Or maybe he wished to be alone. Not that he was complaining; new faces meant new information about Helovia. His hooves clopped on the stone as he descended, ears flicking back as he fought the urge to balk at the enclosed space. He needed to get over this fear, he hated being afraid of something that could not harm him.
This time, he knew the steep drop was coming, and hopped down rather than his formerly ungraceful slide. Haha, take that The stallion smirked and kicked the stone gently with his foot before he went to approach the walls. But a screech made Buce start, his ears pricked towards one of the tunnels. What the...? Cautiously he approached the tunnel, ears flattened. What was he doing? Anything that screamed 'is there no decent food around here?' was bound to be fanged and clawed. And here he was, a nice plump piece of horseflesh just stupidly wandering in.
But the sight that laid before him when he entered was startling in it's own right. A giant....a giant gobbler. Okay, Helovia was strange, he knew this. But really? A giant gobbler? As it studied what he considered it's egg, he cleared his throat. "I'd be willing to make you something." He said, taking a step forward, his gold gaze flickering around the cavern. He always held a sprig or two of something in his thick mane or the downy feathers at the base of his wings. He'd try to make something so the turkey wouldn't cannibalize her own young.
(Ingredients: Rosemary, thyme, cinnamon, carrots, sugar, pepper, salt
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11-12-2014, 07:38 PM (This post was last modified: 11-12-2014, 07:44 PM by Erebos.)
EREBOS
The lithe, blue princeling, forever curious about the world, continued discovering, exploring, and investigating – this time, towards the reaches of the caves, where not so long ago they’d all been trapped, confined, within: hiding from the pestilence. Perhaps with this new enigma brewing, a murder, a mystery, he’d be able to find another clue, another hint, towards the whirlwind phenomenon, the tangled, warped threads. He bowed his head into the entreating darkness and ducked into the glowing lights, inspired, intrigued, by all the nuance around him, it wasn’t difficult to entangle his curiosity further into the inquisitive weeds: beyond, echoing and bounding off the walls, was a squawking sound. Damned by interest, he chiseled himself closer to the cave pathways, leaning against damp stone and rubble, peeking around corners as he followed the strange noise, pondering over what he’d find when he reached the odd decibels and loud din: was there a creature trapped in these lairs, cackling, menacing, bustling until its next meal? Would it eat a foal? However, upon searching through one more corridor, his eyes caught the tail end of feathers, bristled and wild, elongated and puffed, seemingly irritated, annoyed, and exasperated. The young lad’s gaze grew impeccably wide as he took in the image further, a turkey, gobbling and irate, massive and enormous, towering and inflating in the large hall. His jaw slackened as he stared (what fascinating creatures Helovia held), and it took a few moments for him to gather back any composure his mother had taught him, revering the immense bird with a look of fascination and compulsion: though it seemed she wouldn’t be able to provide him answers amidst the clouds of peril and treachery, perhaps…she’d be capable of gleaming other things (his chiseled, piercing gaze sought out an egg in the background, burrowed in a nest, then heaved towards her talons – was it similar to Tobias’ once noble egg, wiggling and wobbling until he was freed of its confines, bonded to his chosen: Adelric?). The lad wandered in, slowly, methodically, eyeing the other occupant, a Pegasus (it was too bad there was no time to ask him about his wings), before courting an impish, devil-may-care smile towards the turkey. Maybe he could assist her, and she could assist him. It was certainly worth the attempt. His exuberant voice, his bestial confidence, his ruffian demeanor, boomed and ricocheted off the grotto barriers, a child’s game, a lad’s dream, a silly hope growing and brewing anew. “I could help! What do you like to eat?”
[Wishlist - Would like a Kitsune. No prior refusals.
Erebos will be bringing: mint, milk, sugar, flour, ginger, cinnamon, and peaches.]
Well at least the golden had finally found a place warm enough in the god forsake frozen hell. Too bad he still felt like hell. The sickness which swirled inside him from that damned fruit still had hold over him. He had been in these caves once before and remembered some rooms were warmer. So hoping to find a warm place in which to rest and let whatever pained him eat him away, the gold had set out to find the caves again. Eating him away was exactly what it felt like was happening. Though flies still buzzed about his ears and his shoulders and hips were laced with bites and nips and whelps from biting and hitting them, the newest symptom was worse? If that was even possible. It had begun this morning when he felt his stomach light and sickened, like when he was nervous (which of course he never was). Now he could tell exactly what it was. The flies were inside him. Shivering, but no longer from the bites, he revolts as he can imagine feeling each fly buzz about his barrel, hitting walls and pinching his tender insides. At first it had caused him to lie without moving, but then he had thought of the caves. So dragging himself here he was. But he wasn’t alone.
Curious at the voice which yells out interrupting what had been a fine sleep, the gold rises, shakily and stumbles across the cave floor to find the turkey pacing. Reaching around to adjust his wolf hide, which he never seems to be without these days, the golden readies to turn and leave the bird to her moaning. That was until she turns to an egg. Harks pick forward as a soft call seems to rise out from the small thing. No, couldn’t be. Turning the gold moves to head further back into the caves to sleep, but the call barks at him with sharp reproach. Harks pin back and he moves to look into the room again. It calls again softly and gently and this time he can not ignore the pull it has. He knows what he must do. Pulling at his cloak the gold leaves the room, but he’ll not leave the call unanswered, nor let the egg satisfy the hungry bird.
Coming back in the golden shakes with the gold and his ears hang loose, earth eyes narrow, like he was sickened. Then again, he was sick. The cold made his condition all the worse. Dragging his head up though he knew if he wanted to answer the call of the egg he must prevent its unfortunate line-up in the courses. So dragging along what he had found the gold finally fully enters the room, a fake smile, though worn and weary, tries to hide what sick gagging he actually felt. “What shall I cook for you dear madame?” Tassled tail whacks the bites on his side sending those in his insides a buzz. A low moan rolls out but he silences it quickly before it is herd. Now if only he could silence that eternal, infernal buzzing. The call whispers to him though, and he almost can feel a peace moving over his weary body. Curious.
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Despite having grown used to the frigid temperatures of her home, Hotaru was a lightly boned beauty, and the freeze of winter often drove her into shaking fits that could only be pushed away by the warmth of the springs. Sometimes, however, her old outcast nature came back with a vengeance. Tickling deep inside her bones, forcing her into travel and adventure once more. Arya was growing slowly older, but Hotaru was just as reluctant to part from her as any other time. Still, Odette was a wonderful guardian, and Hotaru trusted her snowborne family to help watch over her precious huntress. So she wandered round the southern parts of the peninsula, seeking warmth that only really came from the magma of the Veins or the fires of the Heart.
The isolation of the Veins not an attractive option for her, Hotaru let her hooves carry her onward, memories of a time when she and Raeden were younger woven into her mind. One of the few semi-positive memories she had of her twin sister, who she'd shamelessly disowned. Merely one more step into perfecting herself, eradicating all potential weaknesses. All but her daughter, her precious Arya.
A screech flattens her ears in surprise, crowned brow lifting to stare in the direction of the source, brow drawing close at the weird squawking that formed equine words. Huffing, the she-wolf moved closer, observing the situation. Her heart stuttered to see a sentient turkey staring hungrily down at an egg, motherly instincts leaping to the forefront. Charging forth she made a sharp sound, hoping to startle the bird away from it, useless to stop herself even if it would surely damage her chances. "Stop!" Jogging closer, the mother tried to calm the bristling of her emotions, think clearly. She'd likely pissed off the turkey, and the egg probably wouldn't be given to her now, but she was not regretful. Instinct was instinct.
"I will feed you. Leave the babe be." Voice sinks low into a nearly dangerous tone. Hotaru would not allow an unborn life to be destroyed simply because the feathered thing was hungry. Frostfall or not, Hotaru simply would not stand for such barbarism as a mother.
Items: cherries, brown sugar, salmon, basil, lemons, black beans, red bell peppers
11-15-2014, 03:02 AM (This post was last modified: 11-15-2014, 03:03 AM by Random Event.)
A voice snuck through the dark and cold, halting the taloned foot that was about to come scratching down upon the calcium shell containing the golden treat. The turkey's head shifted slowly, a curious, beady eye twisting towards the pegasus who arrived.
"Oh?" she asked softly, the word more of a cluck than any kind of language. Just as she was turning to regard this arrival, another came, smaller, but his voice strong as it echoed in the glowing caverns. Her feathers ruffled in excitement as he too claimed to help - to cook. Now she began a low, steady clucking under her breath; the arousal of her hunger. An egg was food, but it was not tasty, what could these boys offer she wondered.
Just as her beak parts to tell them exactly how they can help, a third makes himself known. Now the turkey nearly dances on her feet, such is her joy at so many willing chefs. Though, was something wrong with the golden one? It would be a shame if so, that wolf skin seemed to suggest he'd be rather adept at rustling up a fine, meaty meal. "Are you sure you're well enough dear?" she asked broodily, he head cocking sideways to better inspect him, though it was interrupted once more, and finally, by a strawberry girl. She yelled out, startling the turkey so that she let quip a squawk and ran back to her egg defensively.
Though this one too offered aid, and for that the turkey clucked approvingly, a curious gleam blitzing across her gaze. She turned to regard them all, pacing distinctly between them and her stored treasure. "My my, so many aspiring chefs I see. Why, how could I ever choose now!?" Feigning despair the hen fretted for a moment, but she was no actress and the ruse broke apart swiftly, her beak split with ill contained pleasure. "How about a friendly competition? Each of you can make me a dish... and we'll do it proper. Appetizer first, then the main course, and finally, dessert." She paused for a moment to appraise their reactions before continuing to traipse around, even more hungry than before now that the promise of food lay just at her wingtips.
"I'm not picky loves... but let's make it a bit more interesting, shall we? A second love of mine is classic fairy-tales, if you could combine them with the food, why, I'd be in hen-ven!"
You must create an appetizer dish inspired by classic fairy-tales!
You may choose one more ingredient to bring in for this round.
You are all given bread for this round. You have 72 hours
Each contestant will proceed to the next round, which will be 3 phases. At the end of phase 3, whoever create the most delicious dishes will win. Deliciousness will be rated on how close you can adhere to whatever recipe you choose in each round, made with the ingredients at your disposal - and so long as the recipe qualifies the dish for the required course.
The turkey could perhaps be swayed with some artistic flare when it comes to how you tie in your inspiration and set up for your dish. Presentation does matter in the food world!
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A challenge; the notion whistled through the lad’s ears and he pulsed with a brilliant, humming excitement, felt it keen and brim throughout his veins, because here was a chance, here was an opportunity, to do something great and grand, to rise to the occasion, battle against his fellow competitors, and hasten to the best. His eyes, constantly drawn to the small egg (nearly consumed by the strange turkey, had they not been swift in their approach), wondering what it was, if he could have it for his own, if it was like Adelric’s Tobias, housing some beautiful, wonderful creature, maneuvered over the crowd, nodded his head at the rules, at the regulations, absorbing everything with princely confidence. He had a chance, and like so many of his ancestors before him, he had no notion of giving in, of failure, of floundering, collapse, or defeat. Determination and tenacity wheeled the cogs in his head, and he set to work on adhering to the task at hand.
Fairy tales were an interesting concept to apply to food: his mother had told him many stories before bed, of maidens whisked away by dragons, of kisses awakening princesses, of fair knights jousting and dueling to the death. He perused his ingredients, gathered, found, and collected through various passages and nestled gardens, oasis’ blooming in the winter wonders, the bread offered and taken, and he recalled the story of the little foals Hansel and Gretel. Like so many of the myths, they’d been pressed by cruelty into further hardships, forced away from their family, hastening down dark passageways, returning only to find they still weren’t wanted, then wandering down the primrose path: towards a beautiful, candied cottage. Could he use this narrative for the turkey’s meal?
The little scion rushed to a nearby corner, secretly devising a plan for this appetizer. He glanced over the array of bread, cheese, and flour, and after some moments, wandered towards the edge of the Heart Caves, where the fires brimmed and glowed. Cutting out little sections of bread with his lengthy horn, hoping to embody the small, white pebbles Hansel had dropped through the murky wood, he placed them near the edge of the flames, before slicing out several pieces of cheese, positioning them over the neat, tidy mounds of bread. His eyes glistened as the cheese melted in gilded rivulets along the tops – it looked quite delicious – and he pulled all of them away before they burnt near the open inferno. But he couldn’t just present droplets of cheesy bread for the turkey, something needed to be done about the presentation; he frowned for a moment, then chased off into the opening of the caverns for a few fallen pine needles and dried, saddened leaves, browned and withering, to use as a plate.
Ebullient and buoyant, he bounced with great ease towards the turkey, putting the leaves and pine needles around in a dish, platter version: then putting the small, stone-like cheesy bread upon the dried, crispy leaves. For added finesse, he snagged a couple of breadcrumbs, like the ill-fated ones used by Hansel and Gretel, and sprinkled them around the edges. With a winsome smile, his gaze became riveted upon the turkey, and his charming, lithe tones embarked through the cave. “I made some cheesy bread for your appetizer, ma’am. I shaped them like the pebbles found in Hansel and Gretel’s story, and included some breadcrumbs around the edge, like they did in the dark forest.” His grin grew bigger, feral, impish, obviously proud (and hoping they tasted as good as they looked). “I hope you like it!”
[Additional ingredient brought in: cheese.
Made: cheesy bread cut up in little, rounded slices/circles to resemble pebbles used in Hansel and Gretel’s story. He also sprinkled a few breadcrumbs, another noteworthy portion of the fairy tale, around the edges of his leaf/pine needle plate.
Wishlist - Would like a Kitsune. No prior refusals.
Erebos will be bringing: mint, milk, sugar, flour, ginger, cinnamon, and peaches.]
Several others arrive and burst in, one even stepping up to protect the egg the turkey cradles. Golden harks pin back and he snaps a cold glare at her. The call of that egg was not for her. Oh but the illness never lets him have his way. The sharp movements seems to have unsettled a great number of flies in his gut and the gold’s head only lowers, nipping his shoulder as it does so. Again the gold wants to turn away, he is in no shape to compete against others, nor does he want to be in their company for that matter. Hide flinches slightly as he shivers against a cold draft, yes, he’d rather be anywhere but here. Oh in his chest, deeper than even the flies that have invaded his body can penetrate their pulls the gold, calling like extending lines of life to wrap about him. They are thin, and faint, but they are stronger than even this dark twisted sickness. So the gold resigns himself. Like a kid at school during the first snow, he wants to just sit in the corner and pout.
Of course his misery can not go unnoticed, however much he’d like to make it invisible in the eyes of others. So when the turkey turns her gaze to him with critical look she meets one of concession. He’ll do what he must, and pleasantly so. Her sharp question only serves to bring a playful grin to his face. Rough though his voice was, it smooths out a quick answer. “I’ll be sure to wash my hooves.” Another burst onto the scene and the gold takes a moment to lift his head and present himself more proudly. There were two here from the Basin, and they especially were not to know how deeply troubled he was. But the turkey moves the conversation along, and it seems they were to indeed make her a dish or two. Taking in the instructions the gold thinks for a moment before heading out of the room to the fire pit just outside.
First he of course washed his hooves in a stream nearby, more of a stab at the turkey than what he actually seriously meant. He then takes one of his peppers and puts it near the heat, letting the skin black. While it does so the gold finds some chickpeas, and against a rock crushes them to a paste. Then taking his pepper, now with skin black and carefully peels of the hot skin and using a sharp rock he guts it of the seeds so that all that was left was a smoked red ‘meat’, which due to the smoking and loss of the ribs and seeds was no long too intensely hot, he hoped. Next he mashes this into his chickpea paste, the juiciness of the pepper paste having to substitute for olive oil, and the heat of it for the tahini. After combining it the gold then takes his sharp rock and cuts the bread he has into thinner slices before setting them by the fire to toast. While waiting he tentatively tastes his near hummus like concoctions. It had heat, but a sweet satisfying heat. Nodding to himself he then grabs a leave and places it over a rock and piles the hummus on one end and then takes his thin toast on the other. At last he carries it back to the turkey.
Placing it before her the gold steps back, and while resisting his desire to bit his shoulder or lay down and let the flies have their way for a while he explains his dish. “I was once told the fairytale of Aladdin, a street rat in Arabia who finds a magic lamp which holds a genie, and flying carpet. With the genie’s help he intends to woo the princess, and does so now for his new wealth and power. He is rejected by her though in his disguise as a prince, because when they had met in the streets the princess had already fallen in love with him. So he had to reject the wealth to secure her love. Though there are many tales like it, one even set in China, this is the tale I know. So I have made a middle-eastern appetizer for you, hummus. Let the crackers be your magic carpet and carry this lovely hummus and you to a whole new world.” It was more talking that the gold had ever done before, but he stepped back quietly. There were still two dishes to go, and a weariness settled over the gold at the thought. But that call, the small voice still sending out strands to ensnare him seemed to pet him and give him the motivation needed to neither quit, nor let on more of his sickness.
Previous:: Corn, chicken eggs, Sugar, Flour, Beans, Milk, Carolina Reaper Pepper
This Round:: Bread, Chickpeas
Made:: Taking the story of Aladdin, and particularly the disney version he creates hummus by mixing chickpeas and roasted pepper (gutted to ensure it is not too hot), and serves it with the bread toasted into crackers meant to resemble a magic carpet.
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
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Her fist task is appointed. Simplistic in delivery but complex in obedience. Without a care for the two surrounding her she is light on ivory hooves, springing away to gather her necessities. Her horn is an effective if rudimentary spear for the salmon, fairy tales dancing in her head as she goes about her rounds. One in particular had stuck with her through foal hood. The lovely Ariel, the mermaid who had given up everything for the love of her prince, dancing on agonized limbs only to have her beloved choose another. And instead of sprinkling his blood upon her feet she turned to sea foam and allowed him his happiness.
A slab or bark is her table, placing her colorful array upon the dark backdrop. It is not what she intends to serve it upon but she drags her pile back to the Heart. From the salmon she slices a nice square of one side, searing it on the coals of the Heart's eternal fires. Shapes it into a mermaid tail, amused by her own irony. A fish tail out of fish. She Crusts one side in crumbles of bread, gifted to them by the hen. Squeezes one half of a lemon over the fish and bread, and anxiously glances at her competitors.
Whether or not she wins, she is at least comforted by the fact that they will sustain the hen, and therefore spare the innocent life residing within the egg.
She contemplates the red of the cherries, but bypasses them in favor of the bell peppers, crushing them into a paste and spreading it above the naval area of the mermaid tail salmon. Letting it dribble artistically in a spray of "blood". And finally adding a few black beans amidst the breadcrumbs for an even more scaled look, she sat back and smiled breathlessly.
Artistic, small but creative, with a vast array of tastes. Wasn't that exactly the purpose of an appetizer? To stimulate the tastes without filling too much.
She slid the smooth black stone over to the hen and settled back to explain. "Ariel was a beautiful mermaid, doomed to fall in love with a human prince. She sold her voice to a sea witch to be given human legs, but every step was pure agony. Still, she danced for the affections of her prince, only for him to wed another. The sea witch urged her to slit his throat and let his blood drip upon her feet to save her life, but Ariel found she could not. Overwhelmed by her love for him, she let him live with his happiness, and dissolved into sea foam." As she spoke she eyed the egg, recalling the same emotions from her relationship with her daughter. Ariel was her favorite fairy tale for a reason. She may not be a woman king or savage princess, but she would die for the purity of her own love. Much like Hotaru would die for the love of her daughter.
"I present to you a thin slice of pink salmon, seared and shaped into the mermaid tail Ariel let go. It is breaded, and black beans symbolize more of the scales, adding taste that is amplified by the lemon juice which gives the bread and beans the shine of scales. For a touch of spice, red bell peppers are smashed into blood at the top. And finally at the hip is a cherry tomato, sliced to look like a flower." She settled back, allowing the hen to judge and peck at (ha ha ha) her creation.
Items: cherries, brown sugar, salmon, basil, lemons, black beans, red bell peppers
Brought in: cherry tomatoes
Hotaru
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Oh, she was disappointed that so few decided to try her challenge, for she was very hungry and these meals would certainly satisfy the ache in her belly. She watched the cave entrance sourly before turning her attention back to the chefs making their dishes. The voluptuous turkey flapped her very useless wings excitedly, dancing around the contestants and nodded in interest.
"Oh darling," she exclaimed, coming over to Erebos and watching with a glint of pleasure in her beady little eyes. "Why this is simply marvelous." Then, she quickly shuffled over to Thranduil who obviously had such a taste for the artistic. She flirted harmlessly, fanning herself with a stunted wing. "OH my, is this magic carpet ride for me? I will need a strong man to join me, for sure!"
Then, she ran over to the little girl, looking down. "Oh, but the sea is also so wonderful." She looked at the contestants and sighed, secretly pleased that she was being doted on so thoroughly. "I simply cannot decide now, not with your skilled work and wonderful dishes. While I taste each of these, you should begin on a main course. Surely one of you will show your superior skills in the feasts!"
She really just wanted more food.
"I also love the animal kingdom! So you should make me something delicious that can bring me into nature." The fact that she was a turkey must have escaped her completely.
You must create an main course dish inspired by the animal kingdom!
You may choose two more ingredient to bring in for this round.
You are all given asparagus and rice. You have 72 hours
Each contestant will proceed to the next round, which will be 3 phases. At the end of phase 3, whoever create the most delicious dishes will win. Deliciousness will be rated on how close you can adhere to whatever recipe you choose in each round, made with the ingredients at your disposal - and so long as the recipe qualifies the dish for the required course.
The turkey could perhaps be swayed with some artistic flare when it comes to how you tie in your inspiration and set up for your dish. Presentation does matter in the food world!
Energized by the praise, by the compliments, flowing from the turkey’s mouth, the young colt was once more galvanized into the traditions of challenges and rivalries: tempted and goaded further into the task at hand (a side glance given to the egg, a warm hymn pulsing from his lips). While the fowl feasted upon the prior dish, the lithe colt had to puzzle over what to construct next. A main course should have something hearty about it, filling, rich, mouth-watering, and as he peered over his ingredients, added bonuses of asparagus and rice, he mulled over the pieces, the fragments, of what he could scrape together. Perhaps he could combine the latter into something tasty…
Carefully, he collected his materials and puttered to a nearby spring, gathering bountiful amounts of water (wishing he’d had some ample amounts of chicken broth, but thinking it over, wondered if the turkey would be offended at sipping and pecking at a beast of her species), and washed the asparagus and rice. With his long rapier, he cut the asparagus into various lengths, furrowing his brow in deep concentration, milling and brewing until he believed he’d forged just the right composition for his task. Thereafter, he returned back to his boiling, bubbling, frothing, foaming fire pit, allowing the water to simmer and poach under the reign of the powerful inferno. Once it maintained a firm boil, he added the rice, gingerly, softly, and watched as they churned over and over again, stirring it every so often with his helpful horn. His gaze locked onto it for several moments at a time, hoping as he stirred that the consistency would become creamy, especially after he added the dry white wine, and when it was deemed satisfactory, he dropped in the asparagus and some cheese he’d found from the appetizer, stirring all the more. His neck and cranium felt awkward, stiff, and sore, but once he’d finished, Erebos believed the texture came out all right. Now, all he needed to do was add the final touches, the zest, the relish, of a true chef.
The turkey had wanted something noted from the animal kingdom, and as he stared at his new concoction, it reminded him of peat bogs, leaping, croaking frogs hiding under the layers of greenery, one wrong move sending one’s body spiraling down into a mess of moss and marsh; a lost, lingering quagmire. Carefully, intricately, he grabbed the olive oil, and sticking his tongue out in the intense focus, drew little frogs out of the liquid, and positioned several longer pieces of asparagus to look like fallen logs, stones, or places for the amphibians to rest. Underneath, bearing the plate distinction, was a patchwork of soft, earthy mud (he presumed she wouldn't mind; turkeys likely embarked on many travels, routes, and paths lined with the things). Stepping back, the lithe lad smiled, and wandered back towards the gathered group to present his dish. Loud, wild, and exuberant all the more (and excited – he truly yearned to see what she thought), he submitted his attempt. “For your main course, I prepared an asparagus risotto. I was inspired by its image of a peat bog, and because it houses common amphibians, I drew little frogs out of olive oil and gave them asparagus logs to climb upon.” Beaming, he nudged the plate closer, and subsequently sidled to and fro, earnest and vibrant.
[Additional ingredients brought in: olive oil and dry white wine
Made: Asparagus risotto – presented as a bright, vibrant green. Olive oil frogs and asparagus “sticks and logs” have been thrown in to represent a peat bog and its many amphibians. To add to the peat bog exterior, its been plated in a soft circlet of mud.
Wishlist - Would like a Kitsune. No prior refusals.
Erebos will be bringing: mint, milk, sugar, flour, ginger, cinnamon, and peaches.]
The gold manages to not choke during the turkey’s flirting and instead wink at her feathered frame. Lord though, every time she flapped those feathers it seemed to be a calling to those which crawled about his insides. They seemed to take flight and swarm to whatever side her feathers called them. Oh but that sweet call cut right through his tortured body, like a kiss in the cold of night. The gold didn’t know exactly what was in the egg that lay forgotten, but watched by the turkey, but it certainly had power. If it could cease even the edge of this fly sickness, then he would answer it. Of course, it almost seems to laugh at him for this, as if the gold had a choice. Still, it could not cure him, or distract him completely. It kept the gold’s head low while she delivered their next instructions, shaking it to rid it of the eternal buzzing to hear her words. With a long sigh the gold gathers what ingredients he has and begins to think.
Grabbing a small thin rock the gold takes a cut of salmon, with the skin on and places it on the rock. He then takes the corn he brought and places it next to the salmon. Drizzling both with olive oil he pushes the rock with another, near the lava pit. Next he finds several rocks to work like bowls and in one pours the rice and adds a bit of water and places it near the flame, in another he does the same with his beans and asparagus. While all this cooks he takes more of is peppers and again, places it near the flames to smoke. He pulls the asparagus back and gently, so as not to burn himself, drains the water. Unfortunately as he lifted the bowl a sharp pain of a fly bite lite up his shoulder and the gold shivers, and instinctively drops the bowl and goes to scratch the bite. Hot water splashes out onto his legs causing him to jump and moan with the reminded effort this all took. Still, the call, while laughing, soothes him and he continues.
Draining his rice, beans and asparagus the gold now set to work on his pepper. In the same manner as before he peeled it carefully and cut out the insides and sliced it into small pieces. He then tossed it into his bean pot. Next he pulled the roasted corn plate from the flame and standing it between two rocks to hold it, cut off the kernels, and mixed those with his beans and peppers. He tossed into this bowl his a little olive oil and then pushed it towards the flame to warm it and help the flavors marinate. Next he grabbed a flatter rock and a large leaf to cover it. Taking his rice he piled it on one side of the plate into a high half sphere shape. Then taking the asparagus he turned it upright. He had made sure to cook the rice in the water until it was sticky, so that he could make it hold most of its shape while he pushed the end of the asparagus into the rice.
It was tricky business, but in the end worked rather well. At last he gathered his salmon and scooped it up onto the plate on the other side from the rice, and on top of it added his corn, bean, and pepper mixture. At last done he turned to the turkey and laid the dish before her. “What a better place to observe the animal kingdom than by the sea. Here made for you to travel through is an island jungle of asparagus and rice, rich in plant life, but the sea also has plenty to offer. Here showing off for you is a grilled salmon with colorful scales of yellow, red, and rich black. A wonderful trip into two of the most vibrant landscapes the animal kingdom has to offer.” The gold smiles pleasantly and only lightly shakes his head. This was certainly a weary task, and his strength for company and patience was failing him, especially after near burning himself. Surely though, if he could answer whatever called to him from that little egg, it would be worth it.
Previous:: Corn, chicken eggs, Sugar, Flour, Beans, Milk, Carolina Reaper Pepper
Given This Round:: Rice, Asparagus
Additional this Round:: Salmon, Olive Oil
Made:: On one side of the plate is a small round mound of rice with asparagus sticking out of it to look like a jungle. Coming from its shores is a corn, black bean salsa that then rises to top a piece of grilled salmon, moist from being cooked with its skin.
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
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11-22-2014, 03:11 AM (This post was last modified: 11-22-2014, 03:11 AM by Hotaru.)
Pride and delight war in the little maiden, unsure whether to puff her breast or duck her head away, but the thrum of excitement and the thrill of competition keeps her from any disappointment at the brevity of the entree round. Instead, her mind is in a whir, already debating her next move. She is nothing if not a master when it came to strategy, and as much as she adored her herdmates (oh the irony that they all hailed from the snowy northern reaches!) she would not let them triumph without giving them all her might.
And then they have their next task: the animal kingdom. Hotaru sets to work quickly, not to be bested by her kin. A little water with the rice and it is delightfully sticky and malleable. Molding it to her satisfaction, she lets it be to set and rushes back for the flimsy asparagus, throwing it onto the coals she'd harvested for her salmon in the previous round. Sprinkling brown sugar sparsely over the green stalks, she turns them on occasion with the point of her horn, until they are beautifully grilled and ready for the next step. Chasing down a rabbit in the middle of frostfall is the harder part, but her horn and hooves are a devastating combo, and her herbivore status gives her an advantage over the unsuspecting prey. The meat gets thrown onto the coals as well after she awkwardly skins it, and she is again rushing to find her next ingredient: pumpkins.
Cutting open the top of the pumpkin with her horn (who knew it was so versatile? Not she) she removes it by the stem and plops that, too, on the coals. Sprinkles in some more brown sugar and a few basil leaves before leaving it to stew and turn into the soup she desired. Molding the rice around the prepared meat, she shapes it into a playful little bunny (oh how sick! She loved it) and begins to layer the 'grass' asparagus against it. Breaking a new pumpkin with her hoof, she makes a little stream for the soup, the sides of the pumpkin cradling it. Dropping in pistachios to give the soup a nutty taste and to serve as freshwater mussels, she nudges two black bean eyes into the rice-rabbit-meat-flask-surprise. Turning the slab of rock towards the hen, she sits back and begins to explain her own masterpiece.
"I find the most abundant of the animal kingdom to be the streams and grasslands. I have here a rice rabbit with real rabbit meat encased inside, sitting in a grassy area of asparagus that is sweetened with brown sugar and looking down on a basil and brown sugar spiced pumpkin soup river with black bean eyes. Inside the pumpkin soup stream, there are freshwater mussels made of pistachios. The rivers and grassy banks are teeming with life, from water to mud to grass and above. It is also what I have the most experience with." Sitting back proudly she awaits her judgement once more.
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Brought in: pistachios, pumpkins
Made: rabbit-meat-encased rice rabbit with black bean eyes in a field of brown sugar asparagus grass. A basil and brown sugar pumpkin soup in pumpkin shells a little river for the bunbun to look down on, and pistachios to nutty-up the pumpkin soup and represent the half-open freshwater mussels of sea and river life.
Also I was going to make peanut fish just for giggles but decided not to. Hehe.
Items: cherries, brown sugar, salmon, basil, lemons, black beans, red bell peppers
She ate while they got to work on her next dish, pecking quickly at first, starving, before she reminded herself to slow down and enjoy the artistry like a true lady. She grinned, utterly blissed out as the nibblets of food slid down her gullet. They were so tantalizing, so rich, so full of passion and talent. Her rear feathers fanned as she trilled in excitement.
She finished before they did, and the taste only proved to feed her appetite, not satiate it. Eagerly she trotted out to supervise the next dish, the main dish that was sure to fill her up. Clucking under her breath the turkey surveyed Erebos as he cooked up his rice. Mesmerized the turkey watches the grains tumble around, imagining them dancing in her mouth instead. "Oh my my my it looks divine!" she crooned, flapping away from him to view the next.
The golden boy was next on her route, his previous dish so tasty she could hardly wait for this next one. Still, patience was a virtue, especially with food. Her concerns about his state were forgotten, his proof in the pudding, as they say.
She strutted up as he was cutting his corn, her head tilting to the side as she observed, anxiously dancing from foot to foot. "Ooh goodness, you are simply marvelous" she twittered, clucking approvingly before dancing away to Hotaru.
The turkey waltzed up just as the girl was crushing the pumpkin. The turkey resisted to the urge to peck at the scraps that scattered in the dirt... she had fine chefs working for her, she needn't scratch in the dirt. "My dear you are a food genius!"
The turkey rustled back to her spot, carefully watching the egg, not so daft as to forget it was the cause of all this and her only leverage. Anxiously she waited as they came and revealed their bountiful gifts.
"Ooooh goodness you are all so skilled! I surely cannot pick just yet... while I taste test, our last round, dessert!" The feathers around her face puffed up with contentment. "Now I would love to see what inspires you my chefs. Show me in your food someone that influences you in some way!"
You must create a dessert dish inspired by a character!
You may choose one more ingredient to bring in for this round only.
You are all given chocolate for this round. You have 72 hours
Each contestant will proceed to the next round, which will be 3 phases. At the end of phase 3, whoever created the most delicious dishes will win. Deliciousness will be rated on how close you can adhere to whatever recipe you choose in each round, made with the ingredients at your disposal - and so long as the recipe qualifies the dish for the required course.
The turkey could perhaps be swayed with some artistic flare when it comes to how you tie in your inspiration and set up for your dish. Presentation does matter in the food world!
@[Hotaru] My apologies for not noticing sooner, but you posted outside the 72 hours in the previous round so are unfortunately disqualified. You can continue to post for the fun of it, but will not be considered for the egg this thread and cannot count it as a refusal.
His pride swelled as he watched the turkey consume his dish; his chest puffed, his crown rose, and he looked every bit the dashing, debonair prince from icy empires and frozen sovereigns, listening aptly to his next task. The blue lad’s ears twisted and turned, enticed by the last, remaining course, all flickering, fluttering, down into the sanctum of his thoughts: dessert, inspired by an influential creature in their lives. But how to choose one significant character, when so many brought him purpose, offered him wisdom, ushered forth sagacity, amiability, dominion, and prestige? The juvenile dignity muffled and sank as he tore through the crisscrossing sentiments, twisting and turning over various directions to pursue. His friends: Adelric, Tobias, Aithniel, or Rikyn? Could he represent their livelihoods, their musketeer embraces, their captivating adventures as they trod across high seas and low valleys? Or his tutor, the eerie, uncanny Zikar-Sin, with his glassy monocle and odd demeanor? The possibilities seemed endless and overwhelming, until his eyes glanced over his remaining ingredients, and the answer hit him squarely in the face.
His family - born from traces of death and water, cloaked and chased in Neptune vows and Hades’ armaments, his mother’s sweet, serene nature, her peaceful, loving embrace, his father’s demonic, potent power, his protective alms – it could be encased in perfection, laced in decadence. Ignited and emboldened, he slithered, not wishing to unravel his master plan to anyone nearby, back into a corner and relished his plan.
Erebos grabbed the peaches first, a representation of his mother: pure, wholesome, charitable and enchanting, and as he hollowed out the center of each one, he remembered her wondrous stories, her wayfaring tales, of fairies and blackguards, of ruffians and thieves. He recalled tomes of the past and hopes for the future, smiled as he imagined her warm voice floating amongst the caves. Once completed, he left them open for the next portion of his recipe.
One by one, he stomped upon the amaretti cookies he’d brought in (and weren’t they like Loth, sometimes amiable, sometimes enigmatic, hard on the outside, soft on the inside), pretending they were insignificant beings mauled and corroded by his pernicious schemes, and afterward, combined them with the sugar. Thereafter, they were added to the peach halves, coating over the fruit like a delicious glaze.
The finishing touch, however, would come with the chocolate. He grabbed the dark, bitter relish, considered his father as he worked by the hot coals of the heated caves, musing as he watched it bubble and boil in a searing haze. Chocolate, like the Reaper, was powerful, forceful, mighty, and had to be handled in just the right amount: he cherished the time and moments he spent with his deadly sire, witnessing him cast wicked invocations, guard their glacial realm, provide sanctuary and safeguarding to the icy walls. He wanted power too, capabilities, dominance…and it too would come in time. His grin folded away, his brows furrowed, and he carefully dabbled the ingredient across the top of the peaches and cookie crumbles. To plate them, he maneuvered them with a wry skill across a flat stone, and added more chocolate drizzle around the exterior.
The lithe scion returned quietly to the turkey, heaved a massive breath, and presented his dish, pride preserved all the more for the labor, for the thought, put into their finale. “Your dessert is chocolate-amaretti peaches.” He paused, fumbled for the right words to say, how to denote the feeling, the grand gestures, his lineage had bestowed upon him. His gaze rested upon the delicate peaches, the crumbled cookies, and the hard chocolate, until they followed the line of the gobbler’s stare, matching each note with honor and achievement. “It was inspired by my family. The peaches represent my mother, Huyana, who is sweet, kind, and wonderful. The chocolate symbolizes my father, Deimos the Reaper, who is powerful, strong, and enduring. The amaretti cookies are for my sister, Loth, who is mighty and delicate all at once. They have taught me so much in my young life, and I cannot thank them enough.” His grin returned, curled fondly into his youthful cheeks, and he stepped to the side, awaiting the result. He’d put his heart and soul into each creation, but the concluding touches had been his most ardent, fervent, and passionate.
[Additional ingredient brought in: amaretti cookies
Made: Chocolate-amaretti peaches: peaches are halved, amaretti cookie crumbles are placed across the half, and dark chocolate is layered on top. Chocolate drizzle also surrounds the food. The peaches represent his mother, Huyana, and the chocolate embodies his father, Deimos. The amaretti cookies symbolize his sister, Loth.
Thank you for leading this drop! It was a lot of fun! ^_^
Wishlist - Would like a Kitsune. No prior refusals.
Erebos will be bringing: mint, milk, sugar, flour, ginger, cinnamon, and peaches.]
Man that turkey could really stuff herself, the gold observed as she chowed down on the first course and could still come around with excited hunger at their main dishes. Still at least the feathered gal was easy to please. As she looked about their main courses though, the gold pinning his harks as she praised the others, he looked away to that egg. Even as she announced the last course the golden found himself barely listening, for his full attention for a moment was caught by whatever moved inside that egg. The call was growing stronger, wrapping more tentacles around his soul. The flapping feathers, and so the movement of the flies about his insides quickly brought him back, quiet miserably, to their competition. Head hanging low, getting over the most recent flutter of the flies the gold moves on, harks twitching at the constant noise.
What inspires him? The gold was not usually one to have a muse (there was Kahlua but ever since that storm in the field she was kept far from his thoughts). If you twisted the question (as the gold always seemed to do), then it could come to ask what inspired him to be what he was. That seemed more answerable, though with his lady gone there were not many to inspire mischief, except…Horned head turns to look at the small dark foal working away. Lip twisted in thought, but in the end, sticking it to the small creature through portraying his father in the negative way seemed more fitting to the gold’s personality anyway. Looking over at the egg once more the golden grins, but whatever moves in there does not send the same happy tidings. Oh well, time to get to work anyways. Nipping at his shoulder still covered in bites the gold sets to work.
Taking some of the chocolate pours it in a bowl and slides it near the fire pit to slowly melt. Then he takes the flour he brought and with it adds just a little bit of sugar. After his chocolate melts he adds it and a few eggs, and a bit of milk to the batch and stirs it. Pouring this into a pan shaped rock the gold slides it towards the fire pit and waits. When it seems set he dragged it out and sliced it. Pulling one of the pieces out he tastes it. The chocolate was certainly sweet enough to make the brownie enjoyable but without the full amount of sugar it comes across a little like a dark chocolate brownie, with a bitter (though not too bitter) chocolate taste. Still though, the brownie was a bit tough. Pausing on how to fix this the gold reaches first for a little more chocolate and melts it in the bowl again. Then he dips a rock in and letting the chocolate drip off he paints a grumpy face on one of the brownies. Perfect.
Oh but to add a bit of sweetness to balance out the dark chocolate brownie. Grabbing a bowl like rock he piles up in it mounds of vanilla ice cream, like snowy mountains, then takes his chocolate drizzled brownie and nestles it in the side. Happy with this he brings it to the turkey. “I am who I am by finding horses need my help. Those who are so self-absorbed and well, grumpy who need to be reminded of the wonders of the world.” Wonders such as chaos, laughter, and the puniness of themselves. “One such creature is a dark bitter, and grumpy lord in the north,” avoiding eye contact with the foal “Deimos, who here is my brownie. He lives in the northern mountains, shown with this ice cream. Though, I think at the moment the mountains are a bit colder than this ice cream. So enjoy this taste of the northern kingdom and feel what inspires me to bring my warm golden self there.” The gold forces out a small chuckle, and one hark shifts over to the colt, while the other presses towards the egg. He seriously hoped though this was the last. The effort of cooking the meals, even in the warmer climate was not helping the illness which had befallen him. To steal away with the egg and curl up in some warm back corner of the cave was now his own desire.
OOC :: Thanks for the drop! It was indeed fun, but really challenging too!
Previous:: Corn, chicken eggs, Sugar, Flour, Beans, Milk, Carolina Reaper Pepper
Given This Round:: Chocolate
Additional this Round:: Ice Cream
Made:: A Hot Fudge Brownie Sunday! A dark chocolate tasting brownie with a grumpy face in hot fudge dripped on rests on a pile of mountainous ice cream.
Also, Heather and I were talking about this earlier and I didn't want to mention it in my post because I don't want 'points' for it but just for the laughs, this desert it called, "Death by Chocolate". ;D
"Speech"
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
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11-27-2014, 12:23 AM (This post was last modified: 12-02-2014, 12:04 AM by Random Event.)
Once more the turkey shoved their delectables down her gullet while they set to their next, and final task. She was not nearly full yet, though the main courses would certainly help bring the sense of contentedness that a full stomach yields. By far she found the asparagus risotto the little colt made the most delicious and pecked eagerly at its mountains, its bog. He had a nice artistic flare too, though the mud did trick her at first. Of course the jungle plate was also appealing to the eyes and the tongue, and the salmon added an exotic flare. Last, but not least, the girl's rabbit platter was consumed with gusto. In fact the hen was feeling a bit stuffed, but as always, there is room for dessert.
Speaking of which... she looked around her, watching the contestants as they continued to work on their sweets. Though... one the dark boy, two the golden wolf, three the... where was three? Feathers ruffled in alarm as the turkey's gaze cast about for Hotaru, but she, like the stallion before her, had fled. Sometimes the pressure of the kitchen was too much for them, sadly. Though her meal had been good it had been a bit late, not that it had stopped her from eating it.
Still, there were too left, and the turkey gobbled anxiously as they finally stepped forward with their meals.
Erebos' dish was full of heart and she admired him for it, but the cookies were so plain and unoriginal. They were still delicious, but it did not make her soul sing. Not the way that Thranduil's deadly decadence did at least!
Beak smeared in chocolate and gut so heavy she could hardly waddle, the turkey glanced at them both. "It has been a great pleasure being served by you both, whom are exceptional cooks. As you knew though, there would be only one egg winner today." She was quiet for a minute, the feathers against her otherwise naked neck fluffing as she brooded over her choice. Her head turned time and again, her snood flopping to and fro.
With dramatic effect she announced, "Golden wolf, claim your prize! You demonstrated both ingenuity with the ingredients and taste, yet attention to the artistic detail." She clucked approvingly under her breath as she struggled to the egg and awkwardly rolled it towards him.
Yet she had not forgotten the hard, delicious work of Erebos. "As for you, dark child," she huffed and puffed as she swayed over to him. Managing some flexibility still, somehow, she slung her head back and plucked a tail feather from her posterior. "A gift to you, my feather. Break it, and help will come when it is needed... though only once, unless you have more treats to cook!"
With that she staggered back to slump against the wall in an immediate food coma.
Erebos has earned a turkey feather. It grants a one time use of summoning a flock of angry turkeys (4) to do your bidding for one attack/defense. Does not affect stats.
Erebos may count this as a refusal.
Thank you for participating and having good spirit with this non conventional drop!
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