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Maecenus of Westgate
Learned Scribe
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 Posted - 18 Dec 2003 : 12:43:03
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Here's a silly little story I wrote a little while ago...so sit back, grab that cup of hot cider (or coffee, ale, trollspit or whatever), and enjoy.
"The Turquoise Potion" -- By Maecenus of Westgate
Runtt the halfling sat quietly in his small house, his stomach the only sound to be heard around the place. Gurgling in sporadic bursts, it resembled something between a large bee buzzing loudly and a grizzly ogre opening his gaping maw to swallow a wriggling kobold whole. He realized that he had to placate his annoying appetite soon and sat up, heading for the kitchen.
The kitchen was neatly decorated; the cabinets made of cherrywood and recently dusted, a large oaken table with six matching chairs, fresh beautiful flowers filling brightly colored glass vases, and numerous special cooking utensils for use during his frequent dinner parties. He opened one of the cabinets, reached inside and pulled out a small cask of olive oil. It was too light. After straining with the tight lid, Runtt gazed inside unhappily then turned it over. One, no...two drops was all that was left inside and he put the container back...just as he did the last couple of times he went for the olive oil.
In the next cobweb filled cabinet was an old, empty honey jar already licked clean weeks ago. Just as Runtt was about to leave, he looked to the countertop and his eyes lit up. There sat the cheese box with a knife lying next to it. As he raised the lid and gazed inside he noticed that only one tiny slice. He quickly tossed it into his chomper and swallowed the morsel whole, but Runtt was hardly satisfied.
Then he remembered the turqoise potion.
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Two weeks ago while at market, Runtt came across a mysterious fellow peddling some strange looking bottles. His interest picqued (and his arms tired from carrying a heavy selection of fruits), he paused and gazed at the man and his wares.
"A dandy flask to bring strength renewed to your tired arm?", the man inquired in a thick accent while holding out a small glass vial filled with a thick black substance.
Runtt looked at the flask and his arm, almost sold, but then realized that he probably couldn't afford the price. "How much?" His mouth grinned wide. Bargaining was one of Runtt's few talents and he could talk most anything down.
"Only a pittance, for so strong an elixer, my friend. Just yesterday I sold half my stock to Captain Vletnas. I only have two left and I told three people yesterday to come back this morning. I ask only two hundred-and-thirty-five danters. An impressive deal, if ever there was."
Runtt had nothing close to that amount and realized that he had no use for such an item, really. However interesting and magical it may be, he shrugged and picked up his produce.
Just as Runtt stepped away, he heard the man again. "Wait! I have something else that may interest you." Shuffling, the man produced another glass vial, this time a turqoise liquid inside. "I want to give this to you, my good friend. I am new to Athkatla and wish to extend my good will to my future customers. Please, take this flask. This liquid will relieve the strongest hunger for days on end. When a situation arises where normal sustenance may not be obtained, drinking this will satisfy. A useful item, indeed. Does this please you?"
"Umm. Yeah. I guess so." Runtt eyed the flask curiously.
"Here you go," the dealer said plainly as the flask dropped into the halfling's palm and was placed in a belt pouch. "Oh, and the name is Getheriilatxav." A straight smirk played across his lips.
"My thanks. I am Runtt."
The halfling then continued home, nearly forgetting the flask and Getheriilatxav.
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Runtt picked through some trousers and old boots wondering where he put that strange ol' turqoise potion when he picked up a sock and heard the chink of glass. There it was...and there it went, down the gullet in one swig.
The empty potion fell to Runtt's feet. He stood there, wondering what effects he would feel, if any. The bitter taste still lingering in his throat and a cold chill filling his abdomen. He waited. Nothing.
Runtt was just about to grab his jacket to head back to town when he realized, he couldn't move. His feet seemed like lead weights and would not budge no matter how much he tried. Then, his face grew stiff. What was this? Had Runtt been duped? His entire body quickly grew numb and his limbs tightened. Panic set in.
Runtt's world went red and yellow. An assortment of unusual aroma's suddenly tantilized his sense of smell. Unusual and unrecognizable were these scents. Sweet, peppery, mouth watering. Nutmeg and garlic. Maybe cinnamon. He wondered what delicious food may have been prepared nearby. What indeed.
Getheriilatxav walked up to the front door knocking, once. Then opened the unlocked hinge. He noticed a couple of open cabinets in the kitchen and a half opened cheeze box sprinkled with only a few tiny yellow crumbs. Inhaling deeply, unnaturally, he took in a tremendous breath, closed his deep set eyes then grinned. "Ahhhh, dinnnner essss ssserved...annnnd Runntt hatthhh preparrred ssssooo ssscccruumptiosss a meal."
The potion dealer strode into the bedroom where the smell of fresh herbs and cooked meat filled the room. Lying on the floor, next to an empty flask was his meal. Perfect. The chawarma was complete and the mysterious green dragon known as Getheriilatxav sat down to dinner.
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A recipe for Chawarma:
2 lbs of thin sliced Sirloin steak
1 cup of vinegar
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
1 teaspoon sweet pepper
1 teaspoon of nutmeg
1 pinch of cardamon (hab hal)
1 tablespoon of mashed garlic
salt to taste
Marinate the meat ovenight in the spices, garlic and vinegar. Fry the meat in a little bit of oil until half cooked, cut it in thin strips, and put it in a baking pan. Cover and put it in the oven for about 20 minutes. Uncover it and leave it in the oven for 10 more minutes and serve.
The End.
Happy Holidays and all the best! 
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Edited by - Alaundo on 18 Dec 2003 16:49:08
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Ezindir the dark
Senior Scribe
Norway
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mr.lee
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Norway
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Posted - 20 Dec 2003 : 23:50:28
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yo ezindir.
yea, man. didnt read that tale of yours, though I bet it was as great like ezindir said. you should write a book, man. there is a man here in norway.... his name is Ari Behn, and he's the Norwegian prince. he has written a book too. and it probably sucked more than the tale you just wrote. but that doesnt matter. you dont have a life anyway, do you? hehehe, just kidding with yeh.  hey man, keep up the good work. ...
hey! I've written almost as long a tale as you - about YOUR talr! and I didnt even read it! now thats magic ....
- a very merry christmas to you |
If I'd wanted your opinion, I'd have told you what it was. |
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Lina
Senior Scribe
Australia
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Posted - 21 Dec 2003 : 02:20:12
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Gee Maecenus I didn't know writers such as yourself were also chefs.  |
“Darkness beyond twilight, crimson beyond blood that flows! Buried in the flow of time. In thy great name. I pledge myself to darkness. All the fools who stand in our way shall be destroyed…by the power you and I possess! DRAGON SLAVE!!!”
"Thieves? Ah, such an ugly word... look upon them as the most honest sort of merchant."
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aneama
Acolyte
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Posted - 23 Feb 2004 : 13:48:03
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quote:
Originally posted by mr.lee
yo ezindir.
yea, man. didnt read that tale of yours, though I bet it was as great like ezindir said. you should write a book, man. there is a man here in norway.... his name is Ari Behn, and he's the Norwegian prince. he has written a book too. and it probably sucked more than the tale you just wrote. but that doesnt matter. you dont have a life anyway, do you? hehehe, just kidding with yeh. hey man, keep up the good work. ...
hey! I've written almost as long a tale as you - about YOUR talr! and I didnt even read it! now thats magic ....
- a very merry christmas to you
It is a strange tongue with which you speak mr. lee |
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Pendangorth
Acolyte
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Posted - 24 Feb 2004 : 19:44:55
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Don't be nasty anaema.It is interesting to find out about people's stories and unique dialect. Calico Wallhanging.
Actually, why does your name sound like a condition involving a lack of iron in the blood?
Happy realmslore hunting Godfrey.
And stories, however silly, I welcome with open arms.
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I play a vintage Wheatstone English Treble Concertina with pride and prowess. |
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Narad Bladesinger
Learned Scribe
Finland
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Posted - 06 Mar 2004 : 19:36:30
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I just wanted to say that try to understand us who don't speak/write english very well.
Plus there are some funny things in realms considering language.
When writers come up with names for places and people (I don't know if its intentional or not) they pick words from other languages.
For example Vaasa is a city in Finland. I've also seen some names on characters that have a meaning in my own language. I don't mind or anything, its just funny. |
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Story Time! Yay!
