Shadows of Greyhawk Campaign

[Majin]

"Quite a group indeed." Damien said eyeing the group at the table. "Well, big or small, whatever this item is that we've been asked to retrieve, those travellers over there will most likely be part of our group, so I say we go over and formally introduce ourselves."

With a nod Damien gets off the barstool and makes his way over to the group at the table.

 

[shaff]

Gremag informs lady sunshadow he will be there seeing as he works there....

Once everyone has sat down and introduced each other, without Gremag listening. He walks out of the kitchen, looks at the party, chuckles, and then walks back into the kitchen....

A few seconds later he comes out with more plates than a normal man can carry, and sets a plate down in front of all the of the party members.

The food seems to be roasted quaill, it looks very delicious, almost flawlessly cooked. He sets a sauce for the meat in the middle of the table with a large serving spoon in it. Then he walks back into the kitchen and comes out with 1 more plate of quaill, and bowls for everyone. The bowls contain a beef stew.

Gremag sits down as if he is part of the party and looks up at Frick as if he heard him say they were waiting for 1 more person, he winks at hime and nods to the party to dig in. Then he eats.

His drink is a very elegant looking red wine. He sets the bottle in the middle of the table for everyone else.


[OOC-] everyone who eats the food realizes it is the most delicious quaill you have ever eaten, and it can be compared to the best meal you have ever had. If you drink the wine, it is a VERY rich, strong wine, which goes perfectly with the meal. The stew is just a basic beef stew.

 

[ferretguy]

Working his way over to the table (not forgetting his wine of course), Lavorisian notes the 6 chairs with rather strange collection of fellows (no offence to the gnomish female of course...). A dwarf,strange not fully armed and armoured...thought they all dressed as though at war unless they were asleep (and sometimes even then) 2 humans (well it is their city) and a half breed. Seemes all that's missing is a hafling and a orc.... he thinks to himself. He introduces himself to one and all and takes a seat narrowly missing sitting on the hedgehog....Opps you never know were these critters may fall asleep!
Placing the critter back on the table he tastes the food placed in front of him by the Hafling waiter......hmm not too bad of course must be a simple meal for a hafling to prepare....
As he eats his meal he notes the waiter/chef joins them...Well I guess the orc won't be joing us......

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Greetings Lavorisian. I'm Gilda Glockenspeil. What has brought you so far from your lands? Gilda sits very lady like with Dennis sleeping in her lap. She looks at the wine and says a phrase in Gnomish and the glass frosts over. There. Now it's cold enough. Humans never seem to appriciate a well chilled wine. Why I used to make frozen wine pops for Papa all the time. Gilda's eyes get misty for a moment and she raises her glass in a toast. Here is to new friends and great Adventures! May we always have more of both!

 

[Creamsteak]

"I'm not exactly sure if you'd call me a cleric...", turning to Brenbold, "I don't drink... er... well I don't drink now... or maybe I will take a drink, but not in this instance... er I might actually still... but not yet... but don't think I'm going to... er maybe you should... no... I don't want a drink, I think...", turning to the group, "The church of Boccob is very structured, very orderly, and organized. I'm not exactly a member of thier structure, I'm different, my training was different, my practice is different, and my skills are different. I don't think the church even knows I exist, I've never actually met a priest of Boccob. I was trained by my grandfather partially, but he was a wizard. I found my gift through prayer though, he was strict about my training... and although I never quite met his original expectations as a wizard, my prayers and my diligence helped me to learn something else. I guess I'm some kind of divine wizard, and I know that I am gaining my power from the same energy as the clergy of Boccob draw thier power... it's complicated, I know, I hope not to confuse you." Cid takes a moment to rest, and lets the conversation continue a bit before he interjects some more, "I'm a scholar I guess... I learned my reading and writing skills from my grandfather. It was only by chance, or perhaps strength of will, that I gained my blessing. When my grandfather passed away, he left me only two things. This tome, which is empty now, but he said one day it would contain all his magic... and a quarterstaff that he said at one time contained a vast supply of fireballs and flaming arrows..."

 

[maddmic]

Brenbold has been quite pleasant up to this point. However, when Lavorisian arrives at the table, his mood noticably changes. "I would suggest, ELF, that you watch where you are sitting. There are very few things in life that are more valuable to me than my friend there. You are lucky that he did not take offense to you touching him." Picking up the hedgehog, Brenbold places him on the opposite side of where the elf sits. He then turns to Cid. ."Fireballs and flaming arrows huh? Perhaps this is information that could be shared with somebody who would be considered a friend?"




OOC:
Just a quick note, the hedgehog was in the dwarf's belt pouch. I am all for creative and free writing, but this just opened up a wonderful opportuinty to bring in the elf/dwarf incompatability. No hard feelings Ferret, just thought this could provide us a good way to play off of each other.

 

[shaff]

Gremag watches your expressions as you eat, to see if you enjoy it. He is very critical about the quality of his food.

When he hears that the cleric doesnt drink... especially this wine he grabs the bottle and fills his glass again and says the first thing he has said the whole time except for 'enjoy', "well, just thought i would let you know, this is the only bottle of Malequa in the city. I have been saving this bottle since when i left my home. This is a special occasion so i opened it, and if you dont drink at least a little, you will most certainly be missing out."

"My name is Gremag" he stands and adresses the party. "I am the local chef here, and the best in the area at that. Ive been looking for an adventure, and it seems i have found one. I look forward to displaying my colinary skill for you all on our trip. Hope you all like to eat." Gremag smiles at everyone.

Gremag is dressed in normal townsperson clothes, he had a white smock on which is now on the floor by his side. he has a short sword attached to his sword and a crossbow on his back. He stands 3' 5" (hes a halfling) although he has almost perfect posture which makes him look at least 2" taller. He seems to be the cheerful type. He has short spikey brown hair, with bright green, emerald eyes, almost like they were emeralds put in his sockets.

 

[ferretguy]

Looking at the Dwarf,and his compainion,Lavorisians eyes narrowFriend DWARF, I would NEVER harm an animal no matter if he sleeps or is awake. Nor would I fault one for his choice of Compainion. ,Looking at Gremag and smiling he statesThe food is quite excellent, I do look forward to trying more of your culinary deliets...of course that may be difficult if we do travel upon the road
And Gilda, it is a hunt for Humans who would team with wretched Goblins to harm the lands of my people that draw me here, otherwise I never would have left the sanctity of the forest.

 

[shaff]

"thank you for the gracious compliment. And do not fret, i will have the bare minimum of supplies to make a meal fit for our party on the trip. All i need is a fire and my trusty pot."

 

[ferretguy]

Lavorisian smiles Hopefully my dear Gremag, you will not need to overburden yourself with supplies, for I am sure that if Nature wills it I will be able to procure from her whatever you may need to delight our senses