Legacy Of The Deep (Pt. 1) - Escape From Zanzer's Dungeon
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Tanarel Whitehart
"Thats should do it" Tanarel says while finising up his home made Strecher. He then notices that there is nearly everyone left. He turns towards the wolf and asks in a low voice "Shall we join them, boy" He will then Drag Raven along with him in an attempt to join the others.
"Thats should do it" Tanarel says while finising up his home made Strecher. He then notices that there is nearly everyone left. He turns towards the wolf and asks in a low voice "Shall we join them, boy" He will then Drag Raven along with him in an attempt to join the others.
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Chauzu
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With Geramon rushing right behind him, Morn pops open the southern door.
A rumbling voice says, "Ah, dinner time!" The speaker is a large, furry man with a bull's head.
This kitchen-like room has a small cauldron next to a counter in the southwest corner. On the counter is Ron, Geramon's companion, who looks to be unconcious.
"Quickly, quickly, take a seat in the next room! Dinner will be delivered to you in a minute. Just gotta chop this little fellow up here." With his cleaver to his side, he opens a cabinet in the wall with an assortment of drinks and ingredients. "What would you all like for drinks? Ale? Good, cause that's all you're getting. Everything else is getting costly around here, and since we got an over-abundance of ale, we shall all drink this tonight." The monstrous humanoid holds up a big jug of ale into the air with his large hands.
"Ok, go go go now. Dmitri, the greatest minotaur cook in the world, will have a tastey, new meal ready in a minute."
As the others meet the so called 'Dmitri', Sydney checks the next hallway's doors for any sign of life on the other side. The southern door he thinks he hears a quiet moaning, yet it disappears to blur the sound into wonder. Nothing is heard on the other side of the northern door.
The wolf jumps infront of Tanarel and growls in the direction of the minotaur's deep voice.
A rumbling voice says, "Ah, dinner time!" The speaker is a large, furry man with a bull's head.
This kitchen-like room has a small cauldron next to a counter in the southwest corner. On the counter is Ron, Geramon's companion, who looks to be unconcious.
"Quickly, quickly, take a seat in the next room! Dinner will be delivered to you in a minute. Just gotta chop this little fellow up here." With his cleaver to his side, he opens a cabinet in the wall with an assortment of drinks and ingredients. "What would you all like for drinks? Ale? Good, cause that's all you're getting. Everything else is getting costly around here, and since we got an over-abundance of ale, we shall all drink this tonight." The monstrous humanoid holds up a big jug of ale into the air with his large hands.
"Ok, go go go now. Dmitri, the greatest minotaur cook in the world, will have a tastey, new meal ready in a minute."
As the others meet the so called 'Dmitri', Sydney checks the next hallway's doors for any sign of life on the other side. The southern door he thinks he hears a quiet moaning, yet it disappears to blur the sound into wonder. Nothing is heard on the other side of the northern door.
The wolf jumps infront of Tanarel and growls in the direction of the minotaur's deep voice.
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Lucian Fellheath
Lucian follows along. "Dear me...Dmitri, was it? We certainly have no doubt in your skill, but shouldn't a culinary artist of your calibre be working with better ingredients? A common weasel is not the appropriate palette to paint the spectacular masterpieces of taste you are certainly capable of. Still, there are some common goblin sorts on the next level who have some veal...and their undiscriminating palates are more suited to weasel. Say, I have a capital idea...why don't you let us take the weasel and trade with them, so that we can bring back a better source of meat?"
Lucian follows along. "Dear me...Dmitri, was it? We certainly have no doubt in your skill, but shouldn't a culinary artist of your calibre be working with better ingredients? A common weasel is not the appropriate palette to paint the spectacular masterpieces of taste you are certainly capable of. Still, there are some common goblin sorts on the next level who have some veal...and their undiscriminating palates are more suited to weasel. Say, I have a capital idea...why don't you let us take the weasel and trade with them, so that we can bring back a better source of meat?"
Ravellion
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Morn tries to look like the situation is in perfect control. I.e. he has his normal facial expression.
[Inner monologue]"Interesting... a powerful creature such as a minotaur doing kitchen duty... whoever commands him must be even more powerful still... I must prepare myself... if that silver tongued Lucian fails in persuading the minotaur to give him the weasel, I don't know what Geramon will do..."[/inner monologue]
[Inner monologue]"Interesting... a powerful creature such as a minotaur doing kitchen duty... whoever commands him must be even more powerful still... I must prepare myself... if that silver tongued Lucian fails in persuading the minotaur to give him the weasel, I don't know what Geramon will do..."[/inner monologue]
Wippit Guud
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Celpher
"Minotaur, I would not advise eating the weasel... among other things, it is magical, and most likely poisonous to consume."
OOC: Guess that would be a bluff check, no dice here at work, I trust you to roll it, check is at +7.
"Minotaur, I would not advise eating the weasel... among other things, it is magical, and most likely poisonous to consume."
OOC: Guess that would be a bluff check, no dice here at work, I trust you to roll it, check is at +7.
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Chauzu
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Dmitri appears that he might have found some truth in Lucian's words, though suspision plays out the rest of him as Geramon runs up and takes the weasel, calling the weasel 'friend' and threatening him and all. The minotaur becomes confused when Celpher says that it is magical and poisonous.
"Are you saying I've been trying to make dinner all this time for nothing?!" The minotaur throws the cleaver at the wall next to him, which the cleaver sticks to. "What the heck else am I going to cook around here now? Rat?" Dmitri slams the cabinets shut and turns back, "Say, weren't you the ones that delivered the weasel here in the first place?" The minotaur smiles and crosses his arms. "Axel... is that you out there? What are you up to old pal?"
Axel scurries away into the hallway where Sydney searches through. He whispers to himself (which Sydney can hear), "Oh no... not HIM..." He hides around the corner.
Meanwhile, the wolf continues to stay in front of Tanarel at all times, growling at the minotaur with anger. Sydney finds nothing else in the hallway and motions Axel to keep quiet for a noise was thought to be heard in one of the next rooms. Raven looks calm in her sleep. She even seems to smile at times.
"Are you saying I've been trying to make dinner all this time for nothing?!" The minotaur throws the cleaver at the wall next to him, which the cleaver sticks to. "What the heck else am I going to cook around here now? Rat?" Dmitri slams the cabinets shut and turns back, "Say, weren't you the ones that delivered the weasel here in the first place?" The minotaur smiles and crosses his arms. "Axel... is that you out there? What are you up to old pal?"
Axel scurries away into the hallway where Sydney searches through. He whispers to himself (which Sydney can hear), "Oh no... not HIM..." He hides around the corner.
Meanwhile, the wolf continues to stay in front of Tanarel at all times, growling at the minotaur with anger. Sydney finds nothing else in the hallway and motions Axel to keep quiet for a noise was thought to be heard in one of the next rooms. Raven looks calm in her sleep. She even seems to smile at times.
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