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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 23, 2006 9:25:35 GMT -5
**Raiden dips some bread in his own hotroot soup, and takes a bite.**
Them in the contest are goin' 10+ spoonfuls, I have only 6 in mine, since I'm not in the contest by choice, but don't be fooled, even mine is quite hot, so the answer is the soup is rather hot.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Jul 23, 2006 10:21:17 GMT -5
**Crystal walks back into the small pub, Mortamus sulking behind her, trying to stay unnoticed. Luckily, his sister is taller and he can hide behind her... Sorta. He was still more buff. The pair go to a table, Mortamus going to one in a corner, Crystal in the middle of the room.**
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 23, 2006 10:40:33 GMT -5
"Hmmm. I'm going to see if I can eat more that the mice." Taundor heads over to the hotroot eating contest. "A hotroot soup with eleven ladles of pepper please." He stares at Aster and her pepper sack.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 23, 2006 10:49:28 GMT -5
**Raiden looks at Taundor with suprise.**
You. Are. Nuts. Dude. More. Than. Me. And. Crystal...
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 23, 2006 10:52:08 GMT -5
Taundor grins a very wolfish grin at Raiden. "Yeah, if I'm crazier than you and Crystal, does that matter? I tasted things hotter than that hotroot."
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 23, 2006 11:00:02 GMT -5
Ever had to hold a red-hot sword blade in your jaws before? I have and that is what you would call hot. Maybe I'll tell you the tale some time prahaps.
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 23, 2006 20:00:06 GMT -5
*On the dusty path outside of the Singing Brook tavern, a stranger stands. The wind sends sheets of rain falling around him, and skittering across the ground, as he adjusts his hat and pulls up the edge of his coat to block out the water. Stuffing his brown paws into his pockets, he peers back and forth cautiously before stepping forward and pushing open the tavern door.
The stranger enters the warm interior of the Singing Brook, stomping his boots politely on the rug next to the door to remove any water before moving on. Seeing a coat- and hat-rack near the door, he shuffles over and removes his long, black cape and his tricorn hat. As he does so, he is revealed to be a mid-aged stoat, with brown fur on the top and white on his underbelly. His chocolate brown eyes glimmer with a sly twinkle, but the stranger blinks and the look in his eyes change from slyness to innocent friendliness.
Turning around, he places his paws behind his back, which sends the folds of his long trenchcoat slipping back enough to reveal a ruby-encrusted golden hilt, which shows amazing workmanship and wealh. Not bothering to hide the valuable hilt, he strides forward, his multiple blades jingling as he walks.
Finding an empty table near the hearth, he takes a seat and signals to the tavern-keeper. As she approaches, he smiles.* Good day, ma'am. One of your strongest for a weary stranger, if you please. *Reaching into his coat pocket, he smoothly pulls out several golden coins and places them on the table, withdrawing his paw meaningfully.* Do not worry about the price; I can take care of it. *The stoat's voice was silky and seemingly open, a voice that was easy to trust, and even easier to mistrust.* Thank you.
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 24, 2006 1:47:53 GMT -5
OOC: Havent' you people taken a look at the first page? It dosnt' have prices, so take a hint. BIC:* Elena writes down the orders, and goes in to the kitchen. Grabbing a half full bag of hotroot and tossing that on a tray, she ladles up some soup and puts that on the tray. Not knowing what drink was strongest, she grabs a cup and taps a keg. After putting the full glass on to the tray, she goes out and puts the glass on Dante's table. Then she puts the soup and half full bag of hotroot pepper on the table, explaining.* You might as well ahve the whole bag.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 8:02:55 GMT -5
OOC: The otters might not be able to eat something that spicy, but what about Brother Hollyberry and Grumm? "Thank you." Taundor takes the bag and soup and puts in 11 heaping spoonfuls of hotroot.. "Mind if I join the contest?" He eats some soup and adds another spoonful.Turning around, he asks, "Raiden, ever heard of the pepper up North? It's called the...the... the Scotch Bonnet."
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 24, 2006 13:16:59 GMT -5
**Raiden laughs rather merrily.**
Heard of it? I was practicaly raised on it.
**Raiden laughs again before finishing his soup.**
Elena can I have some more soup please? same again if you can.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 19:13:50 GMT -5
"That was some fine pepper, hotter than this hotroot by far. Hmmm, I wonder if I still have some." Taundor searches around in his pockets and comes up with a large bag of crushed orange peppers. His face cracks into a grin as he adds a couple spoonfuls of it into his soup. "Raiden, you want some of this?"
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 22:35:02 GMT -5
OOC: I saw that, but Dante doesn't know, 'cuz he didn't even bother to check the prices; flaunting his gold, and all that. BIC: Thank you, ma'am. *The stoat waves a paw at the retreating mouse's back in gratitude, shrugging when it goes unnoticed. Placing his paws about the mug, he takes a sip, sinking down in his seat and sort of hiding behind the high collar of his leather trench coat. From his vantage point he views the other tavern patrons, noting their species, size, and gender. For a moment, his gaze rests on the two foxes, Crystal and Mortamus, but he quickly passes them off. Too young; not threatening--or ugly--enough. Smirking at his private joke, he takes another swig and swills the drink around in his mouth for a minute, thoughtfully trying to determine the content of the mug. Mm...seaweed grog? No, not nearly strong enough. Ale of some sort? He peers into the glass, admiring the liquid's fine amber coloring.* October Ale? *He takes another sip and visibly agrees with himself, smiling.* Ah yes, the famous Ale of the red-walled Abbey. Very good.
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Post by Taundor Whitefang on Jul 24, 2006 22:40:33 GMT -5
Taundor pauses his spoon and looks at the stoat. He seems to be examining the tavern's patrons, but for what?
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Post by Mary Narai on Jul 24, 2006 22:53:42 GMT -5
* Elena collects the bowl and says to Dante after hearing his remark of October ale.* well, I only just got here, so I dont' know where everything is! If you have a problem with October Ale, then go somewhere else!* With that, she goes in to the kitchen to get more hotroot soup.*
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Post by Dante Francisco on Jul 24, 2006 22:54:30 GMT -5
OOC: Hey, Taundor, out of curiousity, what species are you?
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