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Post by Fletcher on Oct 16, 2015 7:39:02 GMT
Fletcher wandered into the inn fairly late in the afternoon. It had been a long day already after some failed attempts at constructing a new type of weapon and needed a break from the workshop. However, that said, given his eagerness to create and invent he had neglected to have anything to eat since waking up. He was figuratively starving, and Carbuncle was also insisting that they get something to snack on. The blue fox sitting atop his shoulder had been chittering away all through the installation of some Magitech on something for Sark, but it wasn’t until the fox bumped him out of frustration and causing the soldering iron to almost slip out of his hand that he had caught on what his follower was on about. It was at that moment too that he had realised he was hungry as well.
There were many decent places to grab a snack, and sometimes a meal, but he had just the place in mind of where to go. He had a friend who worked in one of the establishments in town, and it had been a while since they’d met up for a meal since the final stages of Fletcher’s own house coming to fruition. The Log Inn was a popular place for travellers to stop by given it’s location in relation to pretty much anything else an adventurer could possibly need. Stepping inside, Fetcher looked around. Not many people were around, which made sense given the lunch rush should be well and truly over. Dinner rush was bound to start in at least another four hours, so until then there should be very minimal distractions for the Carbuncle to go wandering off again. Last time that happened it had found itself in the middle of a crowd, dancing along to a bardic performance.
The dwarf took a seat at the bar and sighed, flicking through his menu. There were still so many things left to try, things to see, and levels generally got in the way of that. Carbuncle dismounted off of his shoulder and sat on the counter, watching the few people behind the bar disperse before spotting someone it had seen before, yipping in delight. Carbuncle was prone to being excited about any little thing so the summoner paid the fox no attention while he found a recipe he could try out while he waited for a server to come around. While he had been out and about he’d picked up a few bits and pieces that were considered edible. Apple, some gelatine, if all went well it’d be a tasty snack. Granted, he was no chef, so it was bound to end up badly; still didn’t hurt to try to get rid of some of the unwanted junk in his inventory otherwise. It was the first time he’d relied on the crafting menu for something like this, when it came to producing additional components, making them via the menu made sense given his methods were sometimes too long to rig something up on the fly. However, food was another beast altogether.
Tapping the air in front of him to combine the parts, with a poof the materials coalesced into material form and sat in front of the dwarf. It seemed safe enough, it was only fruit jelly however. If it were anything beyond that, he was unsure how well it would go, but the fact that the colouring was sort of wrong, and the chunks floating on the inside weren’t consistent, it wasn’t the most appetising thing to look at. Perhaps he should just stick to creating Magitech? Fletcher gave the jelly a brief prod with a spoon and watched it jiggle ominously on the plate on which it had appeared on. With a heavy sigh Fletcher sat back in his stool. ”Hey Carbuncle, want to try some jel- Hey, where’ve you gone now, you little…” This didn’t bode well, and didn’t particularly want a repeat of last time.
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Currently Making: Fruit Jelly [100% Complete]
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 8:09:30 GMT
It had been a few hours since the busy morning Dorian had spent inside the Log Inn, preparing and baking up a storm in the form of a simple level 1 cheesecake. There was still a hint of the smell wafting through the tavern air, though not as strong as it had been before the lunch rush; the crowds of people that had arrived this morning had eventually moved on, leaving the place rather slow for the time being, albeit temporarily. The owner had explained to Dorian that the dinner rush would be arriving in a few more hours, so for now the calm was comforting. "Best to enjoy it while it lasts," he had told himself, as he sat in a corner booth of the room, sipping on a glass of water as he watched the tavern closely. He had stayed behind after he had used up the kitchen, eventually letting the owner of the establishment to let him repay the kindness of letting Dorian use the kitchen by working at the inn for the day. So for the remaining time, through both breakfast and lunch and the short break in between, he had worked as both cleaning service and waiter; there was no end to the quips Skrowe had supplied through the day, which left the Shaman with an irritated itch in the back of his mind, which he could never seem to get rid of. Sometimes he summoned the blighter, just to get his voice out of his head, even if it was just for a few short minutes. But, luckily, the annoying and adorable Shikigami did not manage to quell the joy of Dorian's first ever cooking session, a memory he would hold dear for long times to come. It was then that Dorian heard a familiar yipping coming from nearby, his head lifting from his drink to spy a particular blue fox racing towards him. As the strange creature shifted up to curl at his feet, Dorian recognised the fox as Carbuncle, a pet of the Summoner Fletcher, who he had adventured with a few days ago in the trains dungeon with Dumah. Drawing up a smile, he reached down to gently stroke his palm from Carbuncle's head to the base of his tail, repeating this to contently pet the blue fox as a way of greeting it. Scooping his hands beneath the fox's belly, he carefully lifted it up off the ground and directed it to his shoulder, where Carbuncle would happily clamber around to rest along his back. Standing up out of his booth, he gracefully moved towards the bar, spying the familiar form of Fletcher and approaching him with an amused grin plastered across his cheeks. "Nice to see you again, Fletcher," the Shaman spoke, bowing his body forward in greeting to the dwarf, allowing Carbuncle to nimbly hop back across onto the bar counter. As he lifted back up to stand properly, he dusted off the excess blue fur that had been left behind on his shoulders, before giving Fletcher another smile, moving to sit beside him at the bar. "What brings you to Log Inn?"
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 16, 2015 8:40:51 GMT
Given how small and persistent the fox was, it was possible that it had gotten into some sort of trouble with Fletcher not knowing exactly how it had gone about doing so. The dwarf sat there growing more anxious as the seconds ticked by. Anything from someone shifting something behind the bar like a pot, or someone dropping their fork was enough to send Fletcher into a full blown groan at the potential mess he’d have to clean up. He’d never owned a pet prior to having his life change to being that of a summoner, although he didn’t think it’d be this difficult with a dog or a cat; foxes apparently ran by their own rules. The jelly continued wiggling intently, begging to be eaten, but Fletcher was growing less and less fond of his culinary creation the longer it sat there.
Meanwhile, Carbuncle had found its way to Dorian, smelling the remnants of something sweet and delicious. It was recent that the fox had tasted cheese and come to understand what a fascinating and strange substance it was, but whatever Dorian had made was even better if smell was anything to go off. Other spellcasters just had this special touch with their hands, hands that worked with magic; something that caused Carbuncle to chirrup in delight as he was petted, leaning into the caress contentedly. This Shaman was a keeper alright, and it was rare that Fletcher made many mage friends; while lower in level, the shaman did put the fox at ease. Suddenly, he was airborne, eyes wide with surprise and limp enough to let the shaman do what he needed to. After all, who was the fox to let such a gentle touch give him the impression that he was up to no good? Oh good, this person had a shoulder to sit on as well; this one knew how to make a Carbuncle feel wanted.
Then they started to move, and Carbuncle took its spot pretending to navigate to a spot that the shaman was already aware of, dismounting with a bouncy hop onto the counter, looking up at its summoner. Fletcher was visibly unimpressed with the fox but turned to face Dorian with a warm smile. ”Good to see you as well, Dorian. Carbuncle and I just came by for a bite to eat, actually. What about yourself?” Carbuncle prodded the jelly monstrosity on the bar, recoiling in fright at how it jiggled unnaturally. The dwarf flicked back and forth between Dorian and the jelly a few times before sighing. ”I uh… I’m no good at making food it seems. Technology, sure. But food is, uh…”’ Another look to the jelly. ”A much different beast.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 9:45:38 GMT
Dorian watched as the blue fox hopped along the counter, chuckling softly under his breath as Carbuncle looked up at Fletcher. "Yes, I see you're both quite hungry," he replied, giving the fox another pet down it's back with the palm of his hand as he shrugged his shoulders. "I was here practising my Chef skills, you might still be able to smell the remnants of the cheesecake I cooked this morning." He gestured the owner who was busy across the room. "He allowed me to use his kitchen, so I spent the rest of the day repaying him by working the tavern." It was then that Dorian's attention was brought to the fruit jelly that had been wobbling all on it's lonesome in front of Fletcher, which looked rather tasteless, though that was to be expected of anything made from the system menu. He watched as Fletcher prodded it, wincing in almost physical pain at the unnatural wobble that it gave off. "Yes, well... That's what I'm here for, huh?" He chuckled softly, looking away from the ungodly jelly to give Fletcher a smile. "I'll cook up something for you, no need to worry."Dorian hopped down off of his seat at the bar, giving the dwarf a nod before heading back into the kitchen. Luckily the inn had ingredients lying around for a simple cooked steak, so he grabbed a raw slab of meat from the icebox, slapping it onto a spare plate and moving it over to the counter to prepare. Wandering back over to light up the wood oven, he stoked the flames until they were a decent temperature, before moving back to the fillet that was waiting to be made. Grabbing a small, clean bowl from one of the nearby cupboards, Dorian raided the rest of the kitchen for a selection of ingredients. Together on the counter, he had collected a large bottle of vegetable oil, a bag of salt and small pinch of freshly ground pepper. With the bowl in hand, Dorian poured a small amount of the oil into it, letting it settle at the bottom before moving on. Next, he grabbed a small ramekin, adding the salt and pepper into it and mixing them together. Taking a soft brush from the utensils drawer, Dorian dipped the bristles into the oil, using it to coat the liquid lightly over the steak fillet, making sure to get both sides, as well as the ends of the meat. Once that was done, he took the salt and pepper mixture and began generously sprinkling it onto the steak, patting it down into the meat to make sure it stuck; once one side was done, he flipped the slab, repeating the process on the other side as he did with the oil. Once that was done, he moved over to grab a pan from the cupboard he had gone to earlier this morning, hefting it over to the counter to delicately place the slab of meat onto. Letting it rest on the counter, he called out softly to Fletcher, his voice carrying into the quiet, empty tavern. "It shouldn't take long to cook! I'll bring it over when it's done!"
Notes: N/A Words: 533 Tags: Fletcher{Crafting}Ordinary Food (Level 1)
Materials Required: Material Fee (5)
Posts Required: 2
Requirement: Level 1 Chef or Level 5 Brewer
Players who have taken the Chef crafting subclass are able to create food that actually retain their taste. Doing so requires that the Chef rely not on the system menu, but on their real-life cooking skills. As such, pretty much any foods in real life can be made as long as the proper ingredients are provided. Eating this food provides a slight HP restoration. The Chef that crafts this item may rewrite its name and description. Drinks may be made by Chefs, but they will usually lack any special effects that a Brewer may otherwise be able to add. |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 16, 2015 10:06:27 GMT
Having his own hunger pointed out to him made him feel embarrassed. He mustn’t be hiding it very well if it could be seen so plain as day. That said, he had come in for food, so who could blame him? Carbuncle chirred happily, receiving another pet before Dorian continued, explaining what he was doing here. Well, now that was interesting. As far as Fletcher could remember Dorian was an Alchemist. Granted, back when they were in the tunnels it hardly seemed relevant, so it may just have been a simple case of misremembering details. Either way, cheesecake did sound good, and given Carbuncle’s recent discovery of non-follower food, its curiosity had only grown. As Dorian gestured to the owner, Fletcher nodded. ”Yeah, the guys around here are pretty good. For a long time I used to stay upstairs while I sorted my own lodgings out.” The dwarf caught a glimpse of the chef sizing up his jelly, just as pained as he was to see it move. That’s when the offer of a freshly cooked meal was placed on the table.
”I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be mighty thankful. I can uh…” Fletcher looked to the gelatinous monstrosity, before pushing it to the side. ”A more modest man would shrug off the favour as an excuse for you to practise, but I’d gladly cover the costs if you can make something. Consider me a customer.” He smiled warmly back in unison with Carbuncle at the promise of food, already digging in his pockets for coin. Dorian moved away, dismounting from the stool next to him and wandered around to the other side of the bar and into the kitchen. Already the kid seemed to be a natural around the kitchen, but asking about real life experience seemed to be a social faux par, so he decided to stay quiet, listening to the racket of many tools and utensils being moved around.
Dorian had neglected to tell the dwarf exactly what it was that he’d be eating, but perhaps that was part of the presentation. So long as the surprise was going to be better than monstrous jelly, he was willing to put anything edible in his mouth that the chef brought back from the kitchen. Behind a closed door the chef called out to him, saying that it shouldn’t take too long. When it came to working with magitech, finished build times varied greatly from minutes to hours depending on what you were making. Given that how cooking worked in this game didn’t necessarily work the same as the real life counterpart, it was hard to say what it was that Dorian was making. ”As hungry as I am, remember not to rush art, Dorian!” He chuckled the way a father would to a son who was bringing him a meal on father’s day, giving Carbuncle a pet the same way that Dorian had and evoking the same response from the fox. It wouldn’t be long now until they were both well fed and could get back to work.
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Total Word Count: 1628 (x1.25 Mentor Bonus)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 10:34:29 GMT
Dorian merely rolled his eyes at the mention of art, chuckling softly as he looked down at the prepared slab of meat that was waiting to be put in the oven. "Art may be an overstatement, but I'm certain it'll fill your belly right up!" He thought for a moment, before finally adding, "And Carbuncle's too!" With that, he snatched a pair of oven mittens from the kitchen drawers beside him, putting them on and using them to lift the pan off of the counter, carrying it carefully over to the emblazoned wood oven. Making sure not to burn himself, he slid the tray into the large open area that was sufficiently cooking anything inside, pulling his mitten covered hands away just in time so as not to cook his skin. Stepping back, he watched the steak carefully as it cooked, waiting 2 - 3 minutes before quickly reaching in and pulling the tray back out. Grabbing a pair of tongs from the hook on the wood oven, Dorian deftly snagged onto the partially cooked steak, flipping it over to reveal the other side. Carrying the tray one handed, he repeated, sliding it into the open compartment once more and darting his hand back as he felt the heat begin to hit his flesh. Hanging the tongs back up on their hook, he waited another 3 minutes, until the smell of cooking steak wafted through the kitchen, and began filling the rest of the tavern. Once it was finally done, Dorian made a swift swipe into the oven with his mitted hands, quickly pulling the pan away from the heat, the smell of cooked beef hitting his nostrils. "Smells good," he muttered under his breath, carrying the pan over to the counter and setting it down to let it cool. "Almost ready!" Dorian's voice easily made it back to Fletcher in the tavern, as he stood and waited for the steak to settle and cool to an edible temperature. When the meal was ready, he grabbed a metal knife and delicately lifted the steak off of the pan, setting it down atop a clean plate. Cleaning off the knife, and grabbing a fork to accompany it, he walked back out of the kitchen with the meal in hand, approaching the bar where Fletcher remained and gently laying the plate down on the counter in front of him, the knife and fork set on the plate beside it. "There you are, one Steak a la Dorian. Enjoy!" With a beaming smile, he hoisted himself up onto the stool beside the dwarf summoner, spinning around to face the rest of the room, his back leaning up against the edge of the counter's surface. Another dish? Racking up the points, eh big guy? The mixture of mockery and congratulation in Skrowe's voice irritated Dorian to no end, his head gently shaking to shut the Shikigami up.
Notes: N/A Words: 483 Tags: Fletcher{Crafting}
Ordinary Food (Level 1)
Materials Required: Material Fee (5)
Posts Required: 2
Requirement: Level 1 Chef or Level 5 Brewer
Players who have taken the Chef crafting subclass are able to create food that actually retain their taste. Doing so requires that the Chef rely not on the system menu, but on their real-life cooking skills. As such, pretty much any foods in real life can be made as long as the proper ingredients are provided. Eating this food provides a slight HP restoration. The Chef that crafts this item may rewrite its name and description. Drinks may be made by Chefs, but they will usually lack any special effects that a Brewer may otherwise be able to add. |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 16, 2015 12:07:30 GMT
Hearing the chef claim that the incoming meal would fill them up, Fletcher beamed. Carbuncle less so, ears flattening and lowering its head in sadness. When Dorian quipped in, if only a couple seconds later that Carbuncle would also be one to enjoy the pleasure that came with a full stomach, the fox’s emotional state flipped around completely, making it bounce jovially on the countertop with glee. The climax was approaching, and Fletcher wondered what form it would take. Would Dorian choose to serve something closer to lunch, perhaps some kind of gourmet sandwich? It was possible, especially if given free rein to use whatever leftover ingredients were otherwise going to be thrown out from the second food rush of the day. Even if it was leftovers, Fletcher was fine with bubble and squeak; waste not, want not and all that.
A heavily scent wafted out from the kitchen, causing Carbuncle to sniff the air and become more animated, eyeing off the kitchen with glee. It took a few more moments for Fletcher to smell the same thing, and to a similar degree Fletcher responded the same. It smelt so good, and even more so on an empty stomach. He had an accountant, and he may have just found himself a chef. It was meaty, whatever it was, narrowing down his scope of sandwich down into something more akin to a dinner time meal. Not that he had any issue with this, but it did open up the scope as to what this kid was capable of doing. The shaman called out again and Fletcher started lightly drumming his fingers against the counter.
Stepping out of the kitchen came Dorian, plate in one hand. He approached, set the plate down in front of the dwarf, and the summoner looked at Carbuncle, a look of despair in the fox’s eyes. Fletcher meanwhile beamed back at Dorian. ”And enjoy I shall!” Dorian took a seat and Fletcher sized up what he’d been served. It was steak, a good choice and explained why it didn’t take overly long. There was some kind of unwritten steak law that said you only cooked it a certain amount for a certain amount of time under certain conditions but the dwarf had no real idea as to what any of these rules were. It seemed perfect though, at least for what it needed to do. Fletcher picked up the knife and cut a section off, setting it aside for Carbuncle. The fox tucked in as soon as it was given any chance to swoop in and take the piece, melting from the taste it was experiencing. Fletcher followed suit, roughly cutting another piece off and shovelling it into his mouth.
The marbled fat of the meat, the texture, the flavours, the juiciness of the meat. It was all there, slaking a need that Fletcher didn’t realise he had until just then. Food never tasted so good, and perhaps it was just because it was bespoke, but it was still at least the top ten meals he’d ever eaten. Carbuncle wanted some more and Fletcher delivered, the two of them eating in silence until the mean was done. Cutlery was placed down gently and Carbuncle sidled up to Dorian, affectionately rubbing the ruby upon its forehead on the shaman’s arm. ”My compliments to the chef! What does that come to?” There was a look on both of their faces when they looked to the chef, hungry for more even though Fletcher had his gold at the ready.
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Total Word Count: 2217 (x1.25 Mentor Bonus)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 12:35:05 GMT
Sitting in silence as the two of them dug into the freshly cooked steak, Dorian gave a few short glances towards them, mostly looking out at the small sets of stragglers that had stayed behind after lunch, or had come in early for dinner. The owner was hastily moving about, serving drinks here and there, as well as small dishes on top of that. Contemplating the situation, the Shaman considered that perhaps he could acquire a job here as a chef for the Log Inn, at least until he could afford his own establishment. His own shop, for all cooking goods. Of course, he'd need to expand his cheesecake repertoire before then, but for now, it was as good a goal as any to keep a hold of. A light at the end of the tunnel, as it were. His attention was eventually brought back to the summoner and his pet, as they finally finished their early dinner, the look of enjoyment clear in their expressions. "Your compliments are accepted, of course!" Dorian curled his lips up into a beaming grin, happy to have brought such joy to the hungry dwarf. He was only a level 1 Chef, and yet he still had the pair of them excited about having eaten such a meal. Hearing the offer of coin, Dorian quickly shook his head, raising his hand up to gently pat it upon the dwarf's shoulder. "No need, friend. That one was on the house, my treat. I saw two hungry mouths that needed to be fed, and I did just that." He chuckled softly, giving a single curt nod to solidify his point. Noticing the blue fox rub his ruby encrusted forehead against him, he shifted his hand back down, giving Carbuncle a gentle scratch behind his ears in acknowledgement. It was then that Dorian remembered the dwarf's own subclass, recalling that Fletcher was a highly skilled Alchemist; after all, he had mentioned that technology was his forte not 15 minutes ago. An intrigued expression began to play across the Shaman's visage, his hand coming up to rub at his chin in contemplation. You're thinking about that oven, aren't you? Skrowe's voice echoed his own thoughts rather loudly, the adorable chibi tone of the Shikigami for once bringing a smile to Dorian's lips, as he curtly nodded to nobody in particular. The wood oven he had been using as apart of the Log Inn's kitchen was primitive at best. He was lucky enough to have succeeded in controlling it's flames for the two dishes he had attempted so far, but a more adjustable machine would mean more efficient work on future recipes. After all, there's only so much you can do with just an open area heated with a big fire. "I have an... interesting proposal, sir Fletcher." Dorian lifted his head back up to look at the dwarf, albeit requiring him to peer down slightly due to the difference in height. His intrigued expression was growing, a hint of excitement growing in the vestiges of his features as ideas began to sprout in his mind. "As talented as you no doubt are in Alchemical inventions, do you think you'd be able to possibly come up with a... rudimentary oven, so to speak?" Turning himself around to sit upon the stool sideways, Dorian brought himself to face the dwarf completely, before finishing his thought. "The wood oven I've been using so far is rather... well, you know how it is. Basically, if we can create a way to control and adjust the heat, we could make something quite useful for the future of cooking. What do you think?"
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 16, 2015 13:45:21 GMT
Fletcher blinked. Free food? Not that he was complaining, but it hardly seemed fair. Even for a level one chef, the material costs wouldn’t be that expensive, but it’s still a cost that needs to be covered. Fletcher looked to Carbuncle who only seemed quite satisfied that it had been fed and yipped once, stating that its presence was still right here, next to the chef. It was soon lost to the bliss that it getting scratched behind the ears, and almost melted then and there into raw anima from the feeling of it. Granted, it could’ve also been the latent magical energies running through his fingers. Fletcher shook his head, smiling; at times he had forgotten that the elements themselves were alive, and for the most part acted in the same way that animals did. After all, it was happening right in front of him with Carbuncle fawning over the attention like a cat would.
Then a look crossed Dorian’s face that he’d seen countless people pull before. It was the face Bailin pulled when he thought the budding alchemist was a sound investment. It was the same look that Sark had pulled when they had traversed the sewers together many moons ago and had a scrape with some rat men. Many people in Fletcher’s life had given him this look before, and he knew what it meant all too well. It was the look of an idea, the look of being inspired to ask something of him given what he could do, and what he could provide. Being someone later in life, he’d been through a lot and the experience was his to pass on to others if they needed or wanted it. Then there was the tell-tale nod. Then with the next things that came out of Dorian’s mouth, Fletcher smirked.
”An oven, you say?” Now it was Fletcher’s turn to show some signs of excitement. A smile formed from the smirk he wore and he clasped his hands together before rubbing them excitedly. ”It’s funny that you should mention that, actually. I was speaking to a man named Bailin earlier, who had developed a mechanical oven. It was cute, portable, but I reckon I could do better. Besides, you’re a Shaman, you’d be able to power the thing with magic to further fine-tune the temperature as you need.” Fletcher got off the stool and began to pace, hand on his chin mentally going through the components for what he required of this. There were a few things he still needed, but he could make them up here with what he had in his inventory already. ”Yeah, I reckon I could make you an oven. Might take a bit of experimenting, and I’ll need your help to tell me what we need to improve, but I reckon we can do it.” With a snap of his fingers, Carbuncle faded away with a happy chirrup. If they were going to make an oven, they’d need some more concentrated heat. In order to get heat, what would be better than the elemental incarnation of fire: Salamander.
With a wave of his hand over the countertop, a small circle opened up over the space where Carbuncle sat before a small ember flickered to life, growing, and forming into the draconic visage of Salamander. He was small, given the ember to summon him was only a spec of what he could’ve used, but he didn’t want huge dragon busting the inn down. ”Master! You called, and I am here! I am born, so I am ready! Let me at them! Let me at them, I say! Let’s-” The Salamander was riled up and excited to get into the fray, but stopped short in its little draconic tirade when it noticed they were in the inn, and it was almost shoulder to shoulder with someone whom he’d never met before. The other thing to mention was that like all summoned beast, it was speaking oddspeak, so the ramblings that it went on about would’ve sounded like squeaks, grunts and growls to the Shaman unless he had been blessed with the capacity to speak to animals or alike. ”M-Master? Where are we? Who’s the oddly nice smelling individual?” Salamander cocked his head at Dorian, taking a small shuffle away from the chef due to the basic principles of stranger danger.
Speaking back at the dragon in the same tongue, Fletcher shook his head, smiling. ”Salamander, meet Dorian. He’s a good kid. Treat him nice; he needs you as much as I do for what we’re going to do next.” Switching back to normal speak, Fletcher addressed Dorian. ”Dorian, this is Salamander. If there was anyone else who knew about fire, I’d still call on his services. He’s a little new to our little troupe, but he’s still a great asset.” Salamander visibly beamed with pride, puffing out its chest and turning to face Dorian with almost a militaristic shuffle. ”While I make this oven, what are you going to be doing? You’re free to do as you like, just thought I’d ask.”
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Total Word Count: 2477 (x1.25 Mentor Bonus)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 14:31:13 GMT
Dorian raised his brow up in surprise at the eagerness that the dwarf had suddenly taken on at the mention of the oven, the Shaman's ears twitching with excitement as the summoner began to speak. Having never heard of anyone called Bailin, a slight tinge of intrigue came across his features, but he shrugged it off as Fletcher continued to explain the fact that he could very well accomplish the feat of making a suitable replacement for the wood oven. "I see! Well, perhaps with my added expertise, we can make a more effective and suitable oven, though more likely a lot less portable." He chuckled softly, nodding his head repeatedly as images of strange and wacky magic-based ovens sprung into his mind, though most of them were just annoying pokes at his subconscious from Skrowe, teasing him about his overflowing excitement. Damn Shikigami... It was then that Fletcher seemingly snapped his fingers, and Dorian watched in awe as the summoner dissipated the blue fox from view, only to replace it with a small ember of flame. Eyes growing wide, Dorian gasped slightly as the ember sprung to life, taking on the form of a... "Lizard!" He jumped as the familiar chibi voice of Skrowe appeared to come from beside him, instead of from within his mind, his vision turning to see the small, chibi scarecrow floating by his shoulder. "Not a lizard, a Salamander," Dorian corrected, rolling his eyes before turning them back on Fletcher. "You remember Skrowe, yes?" Upon gesturing to the floating scarecrow spirit, Skrowe did a spin in mid-air, splaying his tiny arms out flamboyantly. "Tada!" Luckily he would only be around for another 5 minutes, but it would be another 5 minutes of annoyances and bad jokes. Shaking off the air of disappointment, Dorian's eyes lit up again as he looked down at the flame creature before him. He watched as the creature spoke to Fletcher, both of them babbling nonsense that the Shaman had no chance of understanding. He hadn't worked with animals before, so he had no idea what kind of language the two were using. Luckily, the summoner seemed to notice this, introducing the him to the Salamander and explaining it's purpose. "Ah, I see! Nothing knows heat better than a Salamander," he replied, giving the red-scaled creature a subtle wink before continuing the conversation. "Skrowe and I can inspect the wood oven for any useful information to pass into the magitech oven, and perhaps I can whip up another quick dish using it to get a better idea of what we need for our invention." He looked up at Skrowe, giving him a reluctant nod. "Otherwise, I'll just be working alongside you; as you said, you'll need my help to focus the device and unlock it's true potential." With that, the Shaman clapped his palms together, rubbing them sufficiently to rev himself up. This was going to take some serious concentration and focus.
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 16, 2015 15:19:57 GMT
It appeared that Fletcher had unintentionally summoned more than just Salamander with the snap of his fingers. He smiled, switching his attention briefly to the scarecrow floating just above the shoulder of the chef before him. ”Good to see you again, Skrowe.” From what he remembered of the scarecrow, was that it was good for a laugh at probably the worst of times. Middle of a fight? Bad joke. Midway through dinner? Bad joke. Trying to practise anything requiring finesse? Bad joke. Dorian must be a saint for having to put up with that constantly; Fletcher was thankful that he was able to dismiss his summons at will if he ever wanted some alone time. Salamander was getting antsy, the attention of his lord and master wasted on something made of straw. Did he not know that they were made for kindling? That this thing sent chills up the poor draconic spine of his most loyal and devoted companion? He had a reputation to uphold.
Salamander floated upwards, eyeing off Skrowe with a firm and domineering stare, not wanting to falter in front of a master whom it had sworn to protect for every moment beyond their meeting on the frontier. Salamander huffed, a small lick of flame coiling from between its teeth. Fletcher looked to Salamander and frowned. ”Salamander.” It was spoken in a masterful tone, one that the dragon remembered and responded to well as far as Dorian would be able to see. It froze in place, eyes turning ever so slightly to be able to see what Fletcher was doing, in case it was a non-verbal command. He began to chitter away to the dragon in oddspeak. ”We’re going to be making an oven. What I’m going to need you o do is go with Dorian and check out the oven. Converse with Skrowe and he can be the intermediary between you and Dorian. If Skrowe can’t talk spirit… Just try and remember the things Dorian points out.” Salamander snapped to attention, saluting his summoner with a stiff and straight back before zooming off to the door leading to the kitchen, awaiting the Shaman to catch up. ”Now, Dorian.” Fletcher cleared his throat, not used to speaking so much in oddspeak. ”Relay what you can to Salamander about the oven and meet back here in however long you think it’ll take you to take in stock of what you need. I need to make a component to properly set us on our way, but that’s something you won’t be able to directly help with. There’s a chance that Skrowe might be able to tag-team with Salamander to get info on the oven, but we’ll see.”
Fletcher folded his arms in thought, wondering. ”If you have the time and space, I’d recommend getting in some more practise in for your cooking. We may be here up until the dinner rush, hopefully with a working oven, but no sense in wasting the time when you could get another level or two under your belt, hm?” Fletcher smiled, tips of his moustache curling up as he did so.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2015 15:47:03 GMT
Skrowe would give a ruffled bow as the faux straw of his spirit form brushed up against one another inside his body, causing him to jiggle and shake a bit to make more of the cheeky sound. "Fleeetcher," the spirit spoke in a long, drawn out voice, his tone whispy and airy thanks to the fact he was... well, a spirit. Dorian merely gave another roll of his eyes, beginning to envy the summoner of his ability to desummon at will. Skrowe merely floated in a tight circle around his head, bopping to a tune only he could hear. "Bippity boppity baw, my body is made of straw," he began to chant, his chibi voice ringing out in a musical sing-song mockery of Cinderella. Dorian noticed the Salamander becoming edgy, his eyes darting between Fletcher and his loveable creature as he internally crossed his fingers, hoping there wouldn't be a scuffle. Luckily, the dwarf had managed to grab a hold of the fire lizard's attention, keeping it in check. Phew. After Fletcher had proceeded to garble in his foreign language to the Salamander, the Shaman watched it skitter off towards the kitchen, already getting an idea of what orders it had been given as he turned back to Fletcher. "Absolutely, I'll take Skrowe and Salamander into the kitchen, they can help me study it's mechanisms and glean whatever tidbits we can from it." At the sound of his name, Skrowe lit up, beaming through his cloth mouth at the Shaman he had been linked to. "I get to help?" Despite all of the Shikigami's irritations, he was an extension of Dorian's own self, and that meant he shared in Dorian's strong desire to help others and bring them joy. It was the only reason he was ever able to withstand the scarecrow's misgivings. With a curt nod, Skrowe zipped around in the air with excitement, obviously eager to get going. "I certainly could do with getting a few more levels; and training with the wood oven would certainly kill two birds with one stone. Alright, I'll get to work. Good luck to you, friend, and just shout for me if you need anything." With that, Dorian gave a slow bow toward the summoner, before turning on his heel to almost skip off towards the kitchen, Salamander and Skrowe keeping close behind him. "Alright boys, let's see what we've got," he spoke, gesturing towards the wood oven propped up against the nearby wall of the kitchen. He watched as Salamander quickly got to work setting the fire on the oven, Skrowe zipping about the contraption with his beady eyes trained on whatever he could find, trying to pick up on as much information as he could. Moving over to help the red lizard, Dorian stoked the flames as they began to spring to life, watching as the oven itself began to slowly gather heat. It was a rudimentary procedure, a stone dome with burning wood set inside of it to slowly gather up heat. He had seen various examples of this before, in the real world, the usually only in pizza places. It was primitive, but effective; however, it's downside of course was that the temperature was very hard to control or adjust, as it was completely at the whim of the flames themselves. With a bit of study and careful examination, it could be simple to convert the principle behind the wood oven into a magitech device that would allow a lever of some kind to adjust the heat inside. "Skrowe, don't forget to keep communicating your findings to Salamander, you're both here to help." With a nod, Skrowe turned his head to look down at the red-scaled lizard, poking his leathery tongue out in a reptilian fashion, before continuing his work.
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 3:11:31 GMT
Salamander was getting antsy again, wanting to get to fulfilling the command given to him by his master. In contrast to that airy fairy Sylph who wanted to get the commands done sooner rather than later so she could go back to doing what she was more interested in doing, Salamander had pride and a duty to uphold in the name of all those that had come before. He was already competing for the top spot against Carbuncle, and it was an uphill battle as it was without being slowed down by some Shaman and his very flammable familiar. Eventually they’d tag along and they’d be able to enter the kitchen and check out this joke of an oven. Salamander had told Fletcher many times that if he wanted a forge, an oven, or even a campfire, all he needed to do was call upon his loyal and faithful servant to deliver. It was his duty, his purpose, and his dream to be relied on to such an extent; the dwarf was just getting used to calling upon him is all.
”I’ll shouldn’t be too long rigging up the part we need. Although you’ll definitely hear from me if I’m in need of a snack, I think!” Fletcher laughed heartily, waving the chef off as the young lad headed towards the kitchen. Fletcher got comfortable on his stool and tipped out various parts and pieces, looking for certain things from past projects. What he needed to make was a functional on and off button, while at the same time making a temperature control. Opening and closing a circuit is easy enough by severing the flow of mana, creating something to slow the flow of it was as simple as making that switch a dial instead. He’d salvaged parts of his old mana powered lamp when he’d installed the magitech, essentially ripping out the redundant parts and storing them for later. The valve that worked to channel kerosene into the lamp was going to be a decent starting point, given that its function for kerosene should translate somewhat well to mana flow. Mana used the inner circuitry of crystals to move from place to place, so creating a prism that he could mount onto the value, he could use that as a means to restrict the flow of mana before it returned into the circuit via Reinforced Wire.
There were a few things he could use for this, but the safest was likely going to be a Stabilised Mana Fragment. Regular mana fragments wouldn’t do for they were unstable and if they deteriorated, the whole switch may just become completely non-functional. An unstable mana core was another option but failed for the same reason as the mana fragments; having a stable structure to alter was imperative. He could use an elemental source sphere, but not only were they harder to replace, the off chance that installing a fire sphere into the switch directly may just make it red hot and unusable from that fact alone. Taking a collection of mana fragments he fused them together around the end of the valve, running a stand of reinforced wire through it for good measure. The mana condensed and formed a singular, stable crystal that sparkled softly with the latent mana stored inside. Over time this would be replaced with fire elemental mana from the source spheres, but turning the oven off would cause the switch to cool and let it be used; it seemed like the best method. If it was a stove, then the same kind of circuitry would be installed for each burner in theory, but Fletcher wanted to make sure that it was going to work on a singular instance before they got too far ahead.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Dorian had lead the two familiars to the oven for further investigation. It was a primitive device, and quite frankly insulting for an incarnation of fire to behold, but his master wanted him to work on it all the same. He lit the oven and already started to see issues. Salamander sat on the inside of the oven, looking around, taking note of where the heat was escaping from old age and faulty parts. ”Sir Dorian, I’m seeing that there are problems wit-” Suddenly the Shaman was behind him, stoking the flames. Now that was useful; although he had seen enough of the inside of the oven, coming out to perch just on the outside of it, looking up at Dorian. He went to speak again and realised that they didn’t have a means to communicate without the scarecrow playing translator. Turning to Skrowe, Salamander spoke in spirit-speech. ”Have you found anything? I’m noticing that the inside isn’t constructed very well and heat is escaping. This will never do for even heating of anything. ”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 4:13:04 GMT
Dorian could clearly hear the whirrings and clanks of the alchemists work from the other side of the door, his mind trailing off as he wondered what contraptions he was building together, what machinations he was devising. Shaking his head, he brought himself back to the current problem, focusing his attention back on the oven itself. With the Salamander here to help, the fire quickly gathered temperature, his eyes scanning the exterior of the dome for any sort of reddened spots which would indicate a weakness, as well as gently patting his palms around the carved stone to test for differences in heat. An effective oven would need consistency above all else; if different directions toward the centre give off different heat signatures, the meal will be a... well, a hot mess, as Skrowe would no doubt put it. Shrugging off the disgust of the fact that he was starting to get Skrowe's humour, Dorian pushed on with his work. Speaking of the little terror that was his scarecrow Shikigami, Skrowe turned to listen to Salamander's words, impressed that the fire lizard was capable of speaking such a complicated language as spirit-speech - though that may be an exaggeration on Skrowe's part - and happily relayed the information to Dorian. "Heyo, lizard guy says that he's noticed the inside of the oven isn't built to last; he says that's probably the cause of all the heat escaping." He nods slowly, turning back to the lizard to return in spirit-speech, "I'm seeing a lot of wear and tear out here. It's like a miniature rhino stomped all over this thing. Or maybe an elephant...?" As Skrowe began to trail off into various theories of what kind of miniaturised animals could cause such damage to the wood oven, Dorian leaned down slightly to speak to Salamander. "That explains the differences in heat on the exterior, probably torn at various place along the inside and outside."Standing back up properly, he rubbed at his chin in contemplation. "We'll need to do something to test it out effectively, get more reasonable readings and information." Then, a thought came to him. Previously, he had remembered how he had seen wood ovens used to cook pizzas, as they were the best way to keep the meal crisp as well as store as much of the flavour in as possible without frying it. Gleefully bobbing his head up and down with a nod, he dusted himself off out of habit, turning to the rest of the kitchen as he listed off the ingredients he would need in his head, then proceeded to gather them from the cupboards and icebox. Eventually he had covered the counter in an assortment of dry yeast, brown sugar, lukewarm water, olive oil, a large bag of flour, and sea salt. "Cooking time!" By the time he had finished gathering the necessary materials, Skrowe's time had come up, his form dissipating as he joined back together with the Shaman's mind.
Notes: It's small for now, but this is post 1 in the preparation of pizza. Expect post 2 to be a biggun. Words: 495 Tags: Fletcher{Crafting}
Ordinary Food (Level 1)
Materials Required: Material Fee (5)
Posts Required: 2
Requirement: Level 1 Chef or Level 5 Brewer
Players who have taken the Chef crafting subclass are able to create food that actually retain their taste. Doing so requires that the Chef rely not on the system menu, but on their real-life cooking skills. As such, pretty much any foods in real life can be made as long as the proper ingredients are provided. Eating this food provides a slight HP restoration. The Chef that crafts this item may rewrite its name and description. Drinks may be made by Chefs, but they will usually lack any special effects that a Brewer may otherwise be able to add. |
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 5:14:12 GMT
Salamander gave Skrowe a look of disgust, not understanding how it could be so childish when talking about heat. Miniature elephants? Tiny rhinos? Who did this think it was kidding; this was no time for games! Those things didn’t exist! At least Salamander was pretty sure they didn’t. They may have existed, or still do in some places of the world. Perhaps they were really common and he just didn’t know? Salamander shook his head and resumed pouting at Skrowe, steeling his resolve in the fact that tiny animals were most likely not the cause for the damage to the oven. Chances were, that given the assembly of such an oven would’ve taken at least a day’s labour, plus the cost of the materials to put together, it was just old and hadn’t been replaced since the establishment had opened.
Dorian came down closer to Salamanders level and began speaking some form of language that Fletcher sometimes used. He got the word heat, but little else. Didn’t everyone speak the language of the summoned folk, or even spirit talk? He had his own familiar that spoke it, perhaps it was tied to his level; this kid was still new compared to Fletcher. Dorian straightened and dusted himself off, nodding, causing the Salamander some distress. What was he going to do? What was he doing now? What was that? Ingredients were starting to pile up next to the dragon and he didn’t particularly like the idea of being made into a pie. Fletcher would be so mad and come to his rescue if only he knew! Salamander ducked inside the oven and growled at a packet of yeast as it was sat down on the counter, eyeing it off carefully and stoking itself on the fires of the wood oven. Skrowe had disappeared as well, the worst was yet to come as far as Salamander could tell and he tensed up in anticipation.
Fletcher sat his IO Regulator off to the side and went through his mental list of things he’d need for the oven, wondering what else he could make without Salamander’s help. He’d need the dragon to make the Fire Source Spheres, but that could come later. They’d need something like a box for the frame of the oven, but they’d need to outsource that; perhaps he could wander out and do that while Dorian did some cooking? He had plenty of wire so he was sorted in that regard as well. He was actually feeling kind of thirsty, so he could make a drink? The monstrous jelly from before was sitting off to the side and hopefully wouldn’t be there for much longer. That said, if he made a drink with the same method, it’d taste flavourless and just be like water, right? Eyeing off the jelly again, tossing up whether or not to try it, he threw caution to the wind and pulled out some ingredients to give it a shot.
What he was left with after though was a steaming cup of tea in an otherwise ordinary looking cup. It had no smell, and the colour didn’t seem to be much different from water, a clear sign that it hadn’t been brewed for nearly long enough. Fletcher sighed and drank from the cup, finding it nothing more than the equivalent of hot water; but at least it was less intimidating than the jelly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 6:20:03 GMT
The reactions of Salamander to both the Shaman's actions and the quips of Skrowe were rather humorous, bringing a soft smile to Dorian's face as he began working on the batch for the pizza. Grabbing a small bowl from the cupboard, he took the dry yeast and the brown sugar and began adding them in, using a small amount of yeast, perhaps only 3 teaspoons worth. With the two ingredients together in the bowl, he grabbed the bottle of lukewarm water he had filled from the tap, a decent amount of it to, and emptied it into the bowl to flow around the ingredients already there. Once that was done, he grabbed a spoon and began stirring the water, watching and waiting until the sugar and yeast began to dissolve into the liquid. "When a moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie..." Dorian began to melodically sing in his best attempt at an italian accent, continuing to stir and stir until the ingredients had completely dissolved. "That's amore." Normally, if he was making bread with the yeast, he'd wait for 10 minutes, but since he was just going to be using it for making pizza, he jumped to the next step, adding a few dollops of the olive oil - around 4 tablespoons - into the water and began stirring once again. "When the world seems to shine like you've had to much wine, that's amore." Taking the bag of flour, he measured out an entire kilogram of it, setting aside a large bowl as he began sifting the flour through into the container. Taking a tablespoon of sea salt, he sifted that through as well, until the two came together in the bowl. Taking a bit of extra flour from the bag, Dorian sifted that as well, keeping it in a smaller bowl to the side for later use. Coming back over to the yeast mix, the few minutes he had taken to sift the flour had given the mixture a bubbly, frothy layer on top. "Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling; and you'll sing 'Vita Bella'." Keeping up the harmonious melody of his voice, he took out the wooden spoon, using the utensil to gently create a well in the centre of the flour and salt, grabbing the bowl filled with the yeast mixture and pouring it into the hole he had formed. With a fork in hand, he began shearing the flour to slowly gather it into the liquid, repeating this over and over until the flour and water slowly began to coalesce into a solid, gooey dough. "Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay; like a gay tarantella." Finally, the flour and water had mixed into a rough ball of dough, which he was easily able to grab out of the bowl. Taking some of the set aside flour, he sprinkled the counter, and levered the flour onto the surface. "When the stars make you drool like a pasta fazool, that's amore." Dorian sang with a chipper tune, kneading the dough into the extra flour along the counter top, moving back and forth, back and forth, repeating the motion over and over until the dough ball became a smooth and elastic substance. Just to test, he gave a little prod of the dough, watching it bounce back as expected to reform back into it's original state. Thankfully, his Chef hands had managed to artfully collect all the excess flour he had sprinkled, leaving no mess to clean up later. "When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you're in love." Taking another large bowl from the cupboards, Dorian sprinkled more of the extra flour over it before adding the elastic dough into the container. Fairy dusting a bit more flour over the ball, he covered the bowl with a damp cloth, letting it sit there and stepping back for the larger part of an hour until the dough had risen and doubled in size. With a balled fist, he began gently punching the dough down to release the air left inside, before swiftly taking it out of the bowl and spreading it out over the work surface, once more flouring it just prior to doing so. "When you walk in a dream but you know you're not dreaming signore," Dorian immediately picked up where he had left off, singing away as he began rolling the pizza base out into a shapely circular dish, re-flouring the counter top whenever the dough began to stick. "Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli, that's amore!" Finally, the pizza base as battered and rolled to perfection, a curt nod signaling it was ready to cook. Slipping his hands underneath, he hefted the large base up into the air, keeping his hands close together and half on their sides with his thumbs sticking out across the middle, the dough draped over the top so as to keep it from breaking apart. With that, he carried the large disk over to the icebox, settling it on the biggest shelf he could find and leaving it in for half an hour to let it set. Drawing it back out from the box, he set the base back down onto the counter, deciding on a relatively basic topping of tomato paste and cheese. Cheese pizza was relatively simple, though at his low level it was probably all he could muster. Taking out the tomato paste, he began spreading it over the circular base, making sure to leave a rim around the edge for the crust. Once that was done, he grabbed a few boxes of cheeze from the icebox, sprinkling it out over the base to dust over the top and mix in with the tomato paste. Finally, the pizza was ready to be cooked, and after the long, grueling process of making it, there would need to be a feast afterwards to make it worth it. Hoisting the base up in the same hold as before, he slide the pizza into the wood oven quickly and carefully, making sure not to burn his hands on the heated interior. Moving to stoke the flames and keep them steady, he let the pizza cook for a decent portion of an hour, the smell of the dough cooking filling both the kitchen and the tavern rather quickly. Despite the wood oven's flaws, it still managed to create a decent meal for now. Once the pizza was ready, Dorian quickly picked up the shovel beside the oven, sliding it under the base and lifting it out of the heated dome. Turning toward the counter, where he had put out a large tray that would fit the pizza, he manoeuvred the shovel, laying the meal down atop the tray carefully. "Molto bene!"
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Materials Required: Material Fee (5)
Posts Required: 2
Requirement: Level 1 Chef or Level 5
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 7:17:45 GMT
”What is happening! Why is the Shaman singing!” Salamander rocked uncomfortably back and forth atop the burning log in the oven, trying to drown out the racket with the reassuring sound of wood crackling under intense heat. The chef continued on and eventually a round disk of dough was slipped into the oven, inches away from where Salamander was perched. The dragon hissed at the thing before stopping and noticing the heat distribution was off. This was what his master wanted him to report on, but at the rate that this thing was cooking it would come out uneven. Now the followers were no culinary masters, nor were they masters of any craft, but they did know their elements well. Salamander was in an oven, effectively its home, and the shaman could probably use a little help to make sure this thing came out right. If his hunch was correct, the thing before him would be served to his master, so neglecting to remedy the outcome in any sense would be a failing on his part.
With puffs of heat, Salamander twitched and shifted around the cooking pizza, evening out the heat by applying some of its own to keep the fire application consistent. Thanks to Skrowe, the weaknesses in the oven were more apparent and easier to compensate for rather than relying on a gut feeling and sensing where the temperature was off even by a few degrees. Before long, Dorian had the shovel back in the oven to pull the pizza out, causing Salamander to yelp softly out of surprise and dive back out of the way of the giant metal paddle. When the way out of the oven was clear of pizza, Salamander scooted out and hastened to deliver the news to his master.
While the pizza was cooking, the smell of dough and then melted cheese came to the nostrils of the dwarf sitting at the bar. Was he in for a grilled cheese sandwich? He didn’t mind a bit of grilled cheese, and as nice as the steak was, it was missing the usual sides that went alongside it. He could only hope that Salamander was behaving himself, as his behaviour and attitude seemed to swing wildly when not right next to his master. The dwarf sighed, finishing off the hot beverage he’d made himself and looked around. He wanted to experiment with more things, but he couldn’t leave the kid in the lurch while he was working so hard. He had time, surely to start making another thing whilst the kid finished up in the kitchen after all. At least he thought he did, because no sooner had he gotten in the zone to start crafting that a very panicked Salamander came rushing out of the kitchen, flying haphazardly into the jelly from being unable to stop suddenly and then tumble onto the floor, jelly soon to follow with a clatter. The dwarf sighed and leaned over to check up on the Salamander, only to find that it had sprung back just as fast as it had entered the room, talking rapidly in oddspeak. ”Master! The oven is broken! Well not broken but it’s damaged. I know how it’s damaged though! But there’s something worse, something vile, something…” The Salamander started gesturing with its little clawed hands, looking worried. ”Something called yeast!”
If dragons could try, Salamander looked so worked up that it probably would’ve if it could. Fletcher on the other hand couldn’t help but laugh at the outburst, slapping his hand down on the bar jovially. ”Yeast isn’t anything to be afraid of! It’s just an ingredient!” His master’s bravado put the dragon more at ease, although a look of confusion still lingered. No doubt whatever it was in the kitchen that Dorian was making would soon end up out here, and Fletcher could explain more.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 8:17:51 GMT
Watching the Salamander dart off out of the kitchen, the Shaman quickly realised he would have to thank the reddened lizard for helping keep the heat steady inside the oven. No doubt the experience of working alongside the wood oven itself would lend a hand later on when they would begin work on the new and improved magitech oven. Still, Dorian felt bad for the poor thing; he had scared it near to death when he had pulled out all the ingredients, and his singing no doubt frightened it to no end. Releasing an apologetic sigh, Dorian hefted the tray with the pizza on it into his arms, being careful not to burn his fingers, as it had not taken much time to cool since coming out of the heat. Deftly carrying it in both hands, the Shaman left the kitchen, the smell of pizza lingering as it followed along his walking path. Stepping out through the kitchen door, Dorian spotted the red lizard speaking to Fletcher, the snicker of Skrowe in the back of his head causing him to groan out of a mix of irritation and guilt. "Sorry about what happened in there, Salamander; I got carried away with my cooking.""Speaking of which..." Dorian lifted up the tray as if it were a trophy, a triumphant grin on his face as he turned on his heels, wandering over to a nearby empty table within the bar proper and setting the tray down atop of it. "I made a cheese pizza! Luckily Salamnder was there to help even out the flames, so it came out just right." He waved over the owner of the Log Inn, whose mouth already seemed to be watering at the sight of the incredibly big pizza. Nodding his head, the burly man quickly rushed into the store room in the back to grab a knife big enough to cut up the dish. "Furthermore," Dorian finished, smiling as he turned back to Fletcher. "With the knowledge we gleaned from utilising the wood oven properly, we should be able to make an even more effective oven."With that, the Shaman dusted his hands off, wandering over to the dwarf at his workstation and inspecting the variety of gizmos that he had materialised together, most of it completely confusing him except perhaps the leftover mana fragments. "So, on to the topic of the oven, what have you got for us so far?" Posing the question to the summoner, Dorian gave him an eager smile, excited to hear of his own discoveries and machinations.
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Post by Fletcher on Oct 17, 2015 9:32:49 GMT
Salamander stared deadpan at the shaman, wondering if he had clued on that he was speaking a language that the dragon just didn’t understand. He hid behind the shadow of Fletcher, still not sold on the safety of yeast as the pizza was brought into the equation. Fletcher couldn’t help but smile at the antics of the dragon and picked it up before placing it on the shoulder that Carbuncle hadn’t claimed as its own, looking up at Dorian. ”Well, well. If you can do things like this with an apparently broken oven, then I don’t see what you need a magitech oven for!” Fletcher chuckled softly before assessing the creation. It looked and smelt good, especially for something made by someone still starting out. Maybe he was being a little too generous in his assessment of the shaman’s cooking skills as he had yet to meet another chef, but he was still impressed all the same.
The dwarf nodded as Dorian explained the state of the oven, or at least that collectively things were learned from it in such a way that they could make a better model with said knowledge. Fletcher was pleased knowing this, although there were still a few obstacles in the way stopping progress from moving forward, although a lot of that rested on him. The owner came out from the back with a large knife and began cutting up the dish on behalf of the two adventurers whilst they discussed business. Fletcher noticed that Dorian’s eyes had come to rest upon his little gadgets and he smirked. ”In terms of making something, I’m ready to start building. I need to head out to get something to act as our oven, like some kind of metal box, but then I can rig up the rest after borrowing Salamander for about ten minutes.” The dragon once again puffed out its chest in pride and stepped out from behind Fletcher’s head, chin up and a wide grin on its maw.
When they had their frame, he’d make the fire source spheres in a circuit, and get the valve hooked up so they could try making something rudimentary like a cake or something else that would go in the oven. It didn’t have to be fancy, just something that would be feasible to go into an oven. Then from there develop the idea and if all goes well, make a second one to show to Bailin as another item to sell in the store. Granted, this one once working would be all for Dorian as a show of thanks for the inspiration and the feed, but that was for much later when they had results.
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Gold Used (Total): 10
Items Used (Total): Stable Mana Fragment x1, Reinforced Wire x1
Items Claiming (Total): Mana Fragment x20, IO Regulator x1
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2015 10:15:27 GMT
Dorian lifted his view from the assortment of gadgets, having gleaned no sense of idea of what any of the items were. But then, that's why he was here to cook, not build; best to stick to what he knew for now, rather than try and stretch his brain out trying to think of what things were, let along how to put them together into something that resembled and worked like an oven. He simply gave an understanding nod to the summoner, curling his lips into a smile as he spoke of his work on the pizza. "Yes well, as I said, Salamander helped me even out the heat for it. Without him that giant thing wouldn't be in any way, shape or form edible." He chuckled softly under his breath, clasping his hands behind his back as he stood up straight, humming in contemplation. "I see... Well, I'll just get busy cleaning up the place for now then, try and make it presentable for future use while you go out and get the necessary parts," Dorian began, bobbing his head in an approving nod before continuing with his train of thought. "No doubt we'll want to test this thing out once it's done, and we'll want a clean and tidy workspace to do so in." With that, the Shaman looked back over at the kitchen door, rolling his eyes in disgust at the prospect of how messy it would be from all the flour, and all the cooking he had done today. 3 meals all in one go, it already had him working at the extent of his ability, but he was eager to keep going, keep trying out more things in this readily available establishment. He'd be sure to send a few gold the owner's way as a form of thanks for letting him use the kitchen, though it'd take some convincing after the pizza he had just set down, big enough for all to have a piece. "So yes, I repeat, you go ahead and get what you need, I'll stay behind and prep the place for our diabolical invention. Well, not really diabolical, but it'll still be awesome, nonetheless!" Bowing forward in respect to the dwarf, Dorian left him to get on with his work, moving into the storage cupboard to grab a broom. Taking the wooden implement with him into the kitchen, he began sweeping away the excess flower and dust that had accumulated on the tiled floor, slowly beginning to get through to the shiny surface beneath.
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