Cheese? Cake? Cheese and Cake Together?! [Crafting] [Solo]

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"Log Inn... Hilarious." It had been a few days since working with the large level 20+ group in the Trains dungeon, and Dorian had kept thinking back to Dumah's suggestion since then, which coincidentally had brought him here. The Half-Alv had suggested the Log Inn, a quaint tavern for adventurers to relax and stay in for some R'n'R. Not only that, Dumah had said that the owners of the establishment would be more than welcome to provide their kitchen for use, provided Dorian mentioned the guild master's name. The prospect of finally getting started on his Chef subclass had excited the newbish Shaman to no end, and he took the next few days off of adventuring to gather the necessary ingredients he needed for an extra special dish. He had luckily memorised the recipe for his mother's famous cheesecake, and was eager to make it, thought the anticipation of tasting it was even greater.

Approaching the door with a strong stride, Dorian gently pushed against it, slipping inside with an unnatural speed, his ability to remain light on his feet keeping his entrance rather silent and unnoticed. Hold me closer, tiny dancer. The sing song voice of Skrowe echoed in the back of Dorian's mind, almost drawing a chuckle from the Shaman before he gently shook his head, getting the irritating Shikigami to silence for even just a moment; it never worked, but he couldn't stop trying. Lifting his head, he tilted it from side to side, noticing the rather empty establishment he had stepped into; of course, Dorian had come here rather early in the morning, owing to his high spirits and eagerness, so it was to be expected that business wouldn't pick up until later. Who knows, the tavern may just draw in new customers with the smell of cheesecake filling up the place, which it no doubt would.

Alas, despite his light and rather silent entrance, he was quickly spotted by the owner as they stepped in from one of the back rooms; judging by the silhouette of crates and boxes Dorian has spotted, most likely a storage room. The owner grinned ecstatically, opening his arms wide in a flamboyant pose as he began approaching. "Welcome, stranger! We don't usually get many adventurers in at this time of morning, but you're welcome of course!" Dorian curled his lips into a smile, nodding his head in thanks before bowing his head completely. "That's very... kind of you, sir. I was recommended to this fine establishment by a sir Dumah, he said you would allow me to use your kitchen for a short while." At the mention of the Half-Alv's name, the owner lit up completely, bounding over to wrap his burly arms around the Shaman and hoist him off the ground in a constricting bear hug. "Aha! Dumah! It's been a while since I've heard that name, let alone seen him come in. Next you see him, tell him to come visit."

Dorian merely grunted through gritted teeth in reply, nodding his head as he squirmed inside the excruciatingly tight hold on his body. Noticing his pain, the owner quickly set him back down, uncoiling his arms from around the Shaman's form and stepping back to give an eager smile. "But of course I'll lend you my kitchen!" As Dorian wheezed and coughed, rasping back his breath, the owner leaned in close to whisper softly, "Just try not to mess with the place, you hear? My wife prefers her work space kept as is!" With that, he reeled his upper torso back in a mighty guffaw, holding his somewhat weight stomach as if attempting to control his unbridled laughter. Dorian merely gave a weak smile, air eventually returning to his lungs as he nodded his head, thanking the man profusely for his generosity.

Escorting him through into the back of the tavern, Dorian bowed his head in thanks once again as he entered the kitchen, turning towards the room after the owner had left, spouting out random quips as he went. Looking over the somewhat messy kitchen, he took it upon himself to clean the place up a bit before getting to work, not wanting to contaminate that dish he was about to make with the remnants of previous meatloaf attempts. With that done, he hoisted up his bag of ingredients from his inventory, setting it down on the counter. "Time to get to work." One at a time, he began removing each ingredient from the bag, setting them down along the countertop. One box of biscuits, a glass jar of melted butter, 2 jars of cream cheese, 1 jar of sour cream, 1 bag of caster sugar, a carton of eggs, and vanilla essence; it took a while to find that last one. Don't forget the crackers! Dorian lifted the side of his brow, his visage setting into a confused expression. "You don't make cheesecake with cra-..." He slapped his forehead roughly, shaking his head as he grumbled about how irritating references could be. 

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{Crafting}Desserts (Level 1)
Materials Required: Material Fee (50 Gold)
Posts Required: 2
It isn't just ordinary food, but it's much more than a sweet confection. Giving a slight restoration in both MP and HP, desserts are a carefully crafted work of art in the cooking industry with their icings and colors and decorative pieces. The Chef that crafts this item may rewrite its name and description, but must retain its effect.

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With the ingredients set out before him, Dorian gave a dusting of his hands, brushing his palms together back and forth as if to rev himself up. "The chef is in," he muttered under his breath, his eyes wide open with excitement and anticipation of what would soon be a level 1 masterpiece; well, something like that. For now, he needed to focus; desserts like the cheesecake required careful planning and finesse in order to craft them perfectly, as they required both an edible presentation and a delicious taste. Looking over his ingredients, he checked them off in his head once more, scanning over each jar and each container and each bottle; he needed to be sure, if he was going to accomplish this.

The first step required a relatively average-sized pan, roughly 22 cm for the base measurement. Luckily, he had been supplied with a fully stocked kitchen, and he quickly got to work searching through the cupboards frantically for a suitable pan. "Cutlery... Glasses... Wait, who keeps their spectacles in the kitchen?" Eventually, he was successful, opening up one of the higher cupboards to find an assortment of pans of different sizes. Inspecting each one, he picked out two of them that seemed to fit the bill, weighing them up in each hand before setting back the one that was too light. He needed something sturdy for this one. Grabbing the jar of melted butter, he scraped out a small dollop of it onto the pan, sufficiently greasing it with the yellowy substance. Next.

Taking the box of biscuits, he gathered all of them together into a mortar, grabbing a tight hold of the pestle and using it to finely grind the biscuits up into crumbs, repeating the process a few times until all the biscuits were crushed together. Once they were completely crumbed, he added the rest of the melted butter into the mortar, using a wooden spoon this time to mix the two ingredients together into a well combined mixture. Taking the filled mortar, Dorian poured the mixture into the greased pan until all of it had transferred over, admiring his handiwork for a moment before moving onto the next step. Taking the straight-sided wooden spoon from the toolset, he began pushing and spreading the biscuit mixture along the bottom and up onto the edges of the pan, forming a solid foundation for the rest of the cake. Once that was done, Dorian looked around for something akin to a fridge, spying the rather primitive icebox in the corner of the room.

Wandering over, he opened up the box, holding the pan in one hand as he carefully and delicately set it inside of the box to chill. Heh. Chill. Ignoring Skrowe's horrible humour, Dorian moved over to the wood oven, rubbing his chin as he considered how to utilise the old-timey contraption. Before long, he had gotten a relatively hot fire going in the device, stoking it a few times to make sure it kept up at the right temperature, which was rather low compared to most fires he had encountered before. "Let's hope this works..." Moving back to his workspace, he gathered up the jars of cream cheese and sour cream, and the bag of sugar, and poured them one by one into a bowl, emptying the containers completely. Grabbing a clean wooden spoon, he began mixing the ingredients together, swirling the spoon around in slow, methodical movements, watching as the different components melded together in a swirl of colour and flowed around the motion of the spoon. "Mesmirising," he whispered under his breath, a soft smile coming up on his lips as he watched.

Once the mixture of creams and sugar had become a single, smooth entity, Dorian grasped over at the egg carton, flipping it open and picking out three of them carefully. One by one, he cracked them against the rim of the bowl, splitting them open and letting the liquid contained inside slip down into mixture. When all three had joined in the fun, he closed the egg carton and slid it back over, grabbing at the bottle of vanilla extract and adding a few drops of it into the bowl. With all the ingredients together, he began processing them again, swirling his spoon through the concentration and watching as they combined slowly into a well formed mix. Next.

Walking back over to the icebox, Dorian opened it back up and took out the now chilled and set pan, quickly moving it over to the counter and closing the box behind him with his foot. Grabbing the bowl from before, he carefully poured the cream cheese mixture into the biscuit foundation inside the pan, letting it slowly settle inside. Once it was settled and all of the mixture had been poured out, he took the pan off the counter and moved it onto a large oven spade, hoisting it up to slide it into the preheated wood oven and begin the baking process. Holding the shovel in one hand beside him, almost like a staff, he watched the cheesecake carefully for the next hour, keeping an eye on it and waiting until it had completely set in the centre. Once that was done, he put out the fire heating up the oven and left the cake inside of the oven to cool, so as to prevent it from cracking.

"Time to cool off, little guy," he mumbled into thin air, slipping the oven shovel back under the pan and sliding it out of the oven. Carrying it back over to the icebox, Dorian opened the door carefully and gracefully with his foot, using the shovel to settle the pan inside. Exiting the kitchen, he noticed that the tavern had suddenly acquired a large gathering of people, no doubt racing inside when they smelled the cheesecake cooking from the kitchen. Waving over the owner once again, Dorian gave him a smile from the kitchen door as he happily approached. "Just have to wait for it to cool now; if you would, I'd be grateful for a drink." The owner clapped his belly and let out another mighty guffaw, nodding his head excitedly. "My boy, it's on the house. Consider it my thanks for bringing me such a big group of customers!" With that, he hurried off to the bar to grab the requested beverage, leaving Dorian to slip back into the kitchen without being heard.

Time eventually passed, and the cheesecake finished cooling off in the icebox, Dorian eagerly rushing over and opening the door. With careful hands, he pulled the pan out of the shelf it had been resting on, and put it up on top of the counter. With a delicate hand, he lifted the cheesecake from the confines of the pan, setting it down on a large plate that the owner had given him for it. Sliding the pan away, he looked down at what he had crafted, wide eyes staring in awe at his excellently formed and no doubt delicious creation. Putting the cheesecake into a suitable container to preserve it, he slipped the dessert into his inventory; it would make a fine dish to share with friends down the road.

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{Crafting}
Desserts (Level 1)
Materials Required: Material Fee (50)
Posts Required: 2
It isn't just ordinary food, but it's much more than a sweet confection. Giving a slight restoration in both MP and HP, desserts are a carefully crafted work of art in the cooking industry with their icings and colors and decorative pieces. The Chef that crafts this item may rewrite its name and description, but must retain its effect.