A story untold, well remembered
Dec 6, 2015 1:46:16 GMT
Post by MarcDonati on Dec 6, 2015 1:46:16 GMT
Cleaning a pot he used after recently cooked something Aaron just starts to ponder how things used to be, and how he first got into cooking, very fond memories for him, he's not exactly the youngest of people now, age has caught up to him, and he's not quite sure of where the years went to , he was to turn forty soon, perhaps his age started got him to think , but the good times of his life is what gets him to smile, and get on each day, happily , despite the current state of the world he inhabited.
He was born in the Moonshae Isles on Moray, A decent sized island, but yet quite small, not really wondering where his family actually came from, it was clear they weren't actually from Moray, they moved there a long time ago, but he never really asked to as why, he was only content, living there with his parents, in the island, listening to the tales they told of the world outside, filling him with wanderlust , and delight, the world outside seemed by far greater than the isle he lived on, so why did they move? He never really knew, to him he had a small family, just him, his mother, and his father, and someone he called uncle, but was never truly related, his " uncle " Was a catfolk , His name Lionel , a younger person than his parents, but yet he visited, he was about fifteen years older than Aaron, he visited every month or two, Lionel, was large, strong, well built, and had a large orange mane, for his age he was a good specimen , but had rather... interesting characteristics, for one, he was always late, it did not matter if he gave several months notice of his coming, he still was late , he owned his own business , a tavern , one where as his parents put it , they weren't quite sure who was more drunk, the patrons or Lionel himself, his other characteristic? Well, he was always drunk, sometimes heavily, he never really seemed to run out of ale, and he always carried a tale, and a trusty silver tankard, one he said was enchanted, but who knew, he always carried an interesting tale, or story, and knew some characters, his time from his tavern, he knew them all, the ones who lied, the ones that cheated, the ones with gold purses to the neck, from a look at a person he could tell what they were going to be like, or what they were going to order, he just had a knack for it. Aaron, well Aaron loved cooking, learning about food, learning how to replicate it, having a natural knack for it would seem. His life wasn't all good, when he hit the age of fifteen it was when his life truly started.
Aaron was different from others, that much was very easy to tell, but not only in that way, he had demonic blood running through his veins, a heritage he didn't even really know he had, for one he was slightly smarter than average, more nimble, had a greater capacity to learn, and he liked learning, he memorized many cookbooks off by heart, and studied on growth of food as well, often growing his own crops and ingredients to cook with, at a young age, he learned to hunt, and how to kill an animal both swiftly and efficiently , and how to skin them, all to further his dream of cooking, he always thought to himself that he would open a restaurant, one where he provided all the ingredients, everything was fresh and well made, it was a good dream to have, and his parents nourished it, helping him in every pursuit, he even heard that Lionel was coming to visit again soon, getting his expectations up, Lionel always brought new manuals for Aaron to read and learn and memorize so he could make more and more, he was very excited. Life right now couldn't get any better he had thought, himself and his parents went for a walk, one that he would remember for the rest of his life, they went up into the mountains of Moray , it was at the top of these mountains that Aaron stayed, for a few days starving , and shivering, near the brink of death, himself and his parents got ambushed by bandits on their way down from the peak, both his mother and father killed and robbed, he was stabbed and left for dead, his only option to hide and hope someone would find him.
A week had passed, yet no-one was near, he had to scavenge food, and hide from rain, making what little meals he could from the herbs growing on the mountain, only barely nourishing him, the sun was rising, and it was on the peak he thought he was going to die and join his family, it was here that a familiar catfolk, stumbled up the mountain, the sun highlighted his form as he went up, drunkenly climbing a mountain, falling and getting back up, mostly stopping his fall with his tankard, somehow managing to not spill a single drop, the tankard never even got dented, a fine cup it was, held by only one Lionel , Aaron lost consciousness, the next thing he remembers is waking up on a boat, sailed by an unorthodox crew, he soon realized why they where always late , Lionel's ship crew consisted of heavily drunk people, looking to have spent far too much time in the dark, probably even dragged from his tavern to help him get across, barely even able to sail with the amount of liquor in them.
For a month they sailed very slowly, they fed Aaron, got him to cook, Lionel professing him to be the best cook he has ever seen , they food he makes would make the starved strong again, his drunken " uncles " rants actually inspired him , he happily made food, and slowly got on the mend, to get better, after a long while, they eventually arrived in the city of merchants - Waterdeep.
Here he lived, with his uncle, and many other guests who came and went , in his tavern , cooking for ever patron, getting better and better as time went on, many other staff came and went, but Aaron stayed, sure it wasn't anything like his dream, but he was happy, he got to cook for people, making them and himself happy, the tavern they were in, was something like a fond name, kept there since the day it opened, it was named The Tipsy Furball, it was a unique name, a keepsake, something Lionel was very proud of, a name that suited him and any other building he went to and opened, the location changed every now and then , to bigger ones, sometimes to smaller, moving where people needed it the most, and where the most money could be found from the patrons, sure the prices were not expensive, but that was only part of the catch, it was so cheap because that way everyone could come to it and buy from it.
Every time the tavern moved, there was always an influx of new staff, some kept, some let go, one of the few staff kept, only the best of the best was kept there, the tavern may have been cheap, but the standards were not, it was good stuff they served, food so good to get dwarves coming from mountains to visit it, food so good that the patron didn't matter, everyone was equal in that pub, they even had royalty that were frequent in the pub, one of they few staff kept was an Orc, not one of those half-blood orcs, but a true pure-blood orc, proud and strong, this one though was a little different, he was smart, and good at what he did, this Orc Was Kel'nok an orc who soon came to be good companions with both Aaron and Lionel, Kel'nok was very strong, he could often lift several trays full of food at the once, while still having a free arm to use in the kitchen, he could cook, but one of his best skills was in the preparing of meats, vegetables, and any other things that could be cut or carved , for Kel'nok was a master with the knife, preparing meats so well that it even seemed sometimes that he could make more meat from what they had, his knife, was very sharp, it never seemed to dull, and was a treasured possession for him.
Kel'nok, Aaron and Lionel never really parted, they also seemed to be the only staff that never changed, even when moving location to location, going to where was needed, Aaron was quite old when he met Kel, but they stayed good friends, even had friendly competition at times, Aaron tried lifting something that was far too heavy for him and ended up pulling a muscle in his back, ever since then, when Aaron tried to lift food out to people and not let Kel do it, Kel threatened to chain Aaron to the stove so that he couldn't do it, and even actually did it once, they were good friends, Kel loved to eat food as well, which was always a good bonus, always carried a tune in the kitchen, it might have not been the best, in a musical perspective, but his tunes both Aaron and Lionel grew to love.
A few years later, Lionel heard of a place to go to to carry their wealth and the love of their tavern to, a place he only said was named Siranda, a dimension opened, and he just so happened to have a way into it , so Aaron, Kel and Lionel left Waterdeep, into the unknown, a place with a new type of customer, Lionel's eyes were practically like fire, a new place, new potentials, even perhaps different foods to cook and make for people there. The forever affectionate name of the tavern came with them, The Tipsy Furball opened its doors not long after they bought a building in Kalaram, making a lot of money and even cooking food for the lords of the nation, whom lived in the castle Siranda.
They had the business for many years in Kalaram, lasting for years, but stayed in the one place for perhaps a little too long , there was a rumour that the dead had started to come back to life, the patrons disregarded it of ever being able to happen, and that the Sirandan knights would protect them, but Aaron, Kel and Lionel, all being from outside this dimension were very worried, they knew too well it could happen.
The Tipsy Furball, once a very famous restaurant in Kalaram, but now a building reduced to ashes, unfortunately, this well established buisness, and the trio did not last forever, when the outbreak happened, The Tipsy Furball, was sure to fall, the customers and Kel and Aaron may not have ever lived if it wasn't for Lionel, the powerful and very drunk cat-folk, walked out into a horde of zombies, armed with nothing bar his trusty tankard, and his heavily intoxication, he fought all zombies allowing the customers, and his employees to get to safety, but went missing, with his tankard handle in his hand, and the rest of it split in half. Days later, when the horde of zombies had long since past that area, Kel and Aaron went back to the area later to salvage what herbs and spices they could, and to lay their friend to rest, it was at this point the only seen half of the tankard, lying on the ground, the tankard that seemed indestructible, both of them were in awe, the tankard, what was left of it, still had ale in the half, but no body was near it, Lionel was nowhere to be found.
( More to be added, at later dates, some parts of the story being added by the player of Kel'nok, but for now, here is the sign for The Tipsy Furball, it was carried to each and every tavern they had and opened )
He was born in the Moonshae Isles on Moray, A decent sized island, but yet quite small, not really wondering where his family actually came from, it was clear they weren't actually from Moray, they moved there a long time ago, but he never really asked to as why, he was only content, living there with his parents, in the island, listening to the tales they told of the world outside, filling him with wanderlust , and delight, the world outside seemed by far greater than the isle he lived on, so why did they move? He never really knew, to him he had a small family, just him, his mother, and his father, and someone he called uncle, but was never truly related, his " uncle " Was a catfolk , His name Lionel , a younger person than his parents, but yet he visited, he was about fifteen years older than Aaron, he visited every month or two, Lionel, was large, strong, well built, and had a large orange mane, for his age he was a good specimen , but had rather... interesting characteristics, for one, he was always late, it did not matter if he gave several months notice of his coming, he still was late , he owned his own business , a tavern , one where as his parents put it , they weren't quite sure who was more drunk, the patrons or Lionel himself, his other characteristic? Well, he was always drunk, sometimes heavily, he never really seemed to run out of ale, and he always carried a tale, and a trusty silver tankard, one he said was enchanted, but who knew, he always carried an interesting tale, or story, and knew some characters, his time from his tavern, he knew them all, the ones who lied, the ones that cheated, the ones with gold purses to the neck, from a look at a person he could tell what they were going to be like, or what they were going to order, he just had a knack for it. Aaron, well Aaron loved cooking, learning about food, learning how to replicate it, having a natural knack for it would seem. His life wasn't all good, when he hit the age of fifteen it was when his life truly started.
Aaron was different from others, that much was very easy to tell, but not only in that way, he had demonic blood running through his veins, a heritage he didn't even really know he had, for one he was slightly smarter than average, more nimble, had a greater capacity to learn, and he liked learning, he memorized many cookbooks off by heart, and studied on growth of food as well, often growing his own crops and ingredients to cook with, at a young age, he learned to hunt, and how to kill an animal both swiftly and efficiently , and how to skin them, all to further his dream of cooking, he always thought to himself that he would open a restaurant, one where he provided all the ingredients, everything was fresh and well made, it was a good dream to have, and his parents nourished it, helping him in every pursuit, he even heard that Lionel was coming to visit again soon, getting his expectations up, Lionel always brought new manuals for Aaron to read and learn and memorize so he could make more and more, he was very excited. Life right now couldn't get any better he had thought, himself and his parents went for a walk, one that he would remember for the rest of his life, they went up into the mountains of Moray , it was at the top of these mountains that Aaron stayed, for a few days starving , and shivering, near the brink of death, himself and his parents got ambushed by bandits on their way down from the peak, both his mother and father killed and robbed, he was stabbed and left for dead, his only option to hide and hope someone would find him.
A week had passed, yet no-one was near, he had to scavenge food, and hide from rain, making what little meals he could from the herbs growing on the mountain, only barely nourishing him, the sun was rising, and it was on the peak he thought he was going to die and join his family, it was here that a familiar catfolk, stumbled up the mountain, the sun highlighted his form as he went up, drunkenly climbing a mountain, falling and getting back up, mostly stopping his fall with his tankard, somehow managing to not spill a single drop, the tankard never even got dented, a fine cup it was, held by only one Lionel , Aaron lost consciousness, the next thing he remembers is waking up on a boat, sailed by an unorthodox crew, he soon realized why they where always late , Lionel's ship crew consisted of heavily drunk people, looking to have spent far too much time in the dark, probably even dragged from his tavern to help him get across, barely even able to sail with the amount of liquor in them.
For a month they sailed very slowly, they fed Aaron, got him to cook, Lionel professing him to be the best cook he has ever seen , they food he makes would make the starved strong again, his drunken " uncles " rants actually inspired him , he happily made food, and slowly got on the mend, to get better, after a long while, they eventually arrived in the city of merchants - Waterdeep.
Here he lived, with his uncle, and many other guests who came and went , in his tavern , cooking for ever patron, getting better and better as time went on, many other staff came and went, but Aaron stayed, sure it wasn't anything like his dream, but he was happy, he got to cook for people, making them and himself happy, the tavern they were in, was something like a fond name, kept there since the day it opened, it was named The Tipsy Furball, it was a unique name, a keepsake, something Lionel was very proud of, a name that suited him and any other building he went to and opened, the location changed every now and then , to bigger ones, sometimes to smaller, moving where people needed it the most, and where the most money could be found from the patrons, sure the prices were not expensive, but that was only part of the catch, it was so cheap because that way everyone could come to it and buy from it.
Every time the tavern moved, there was always an influx of new staff, some kept, some let go, one of the few staff kept, only the best of the best was kept there, the tavern may have been cheap, but the standards were not, it was good stuff they served, food so good to get dwarves coming from mountains to visit it, food so good that the patron didn't matter, everyone was equal in that pub, they even had royalty that were frequent in the pub, one of they few staff kept was an Orc, not one of those half-blood orcs, but a true pure-blood orc, proud and strong, this one though was a little different, he was smart, and good at what he did, this Orc Was Kel'nok an orc who soon came to be good companions with both Aaron and Lionel, Kel'nok was very strong, he could often lift several trays full of food at the once, while still having a free arm to use in the kitchen, he could cook, but one of his best skills was in the preparing of meats, vegetables, and any other things that could be cut or carved , for Kel'nok was a master with the knife, preparing meats so well that it even seemed sometimes that he could make more meat from what they had, his knife, was very sharp, it never seemed to dull, and was a treasured possession for him.
Kel'nok, Aaron and Lionel never really parted, they also seemed to be the only staff that never changed, even when moving location to location, going to where was needed, Aaron was quite old when he met Kel, but they stayed good friends, even had friendly competition at times, Aaron tried lifting something that was far too heavy for him and ended up pulling a muscle in his back, ever since then, when Aaron tried to lift food out to people and not let Kel do it, Kel threatened to chain Aaron to the stove so that he couldn't do it, and even actually did it once, they were good friends, Kel loved to eat food as well, which was always a good bonus, always carried a tune in the kitchen, it might have not been the best, in a musical perspective, but his tunes both Aaron and Lionel grew to love.
A few years later, Lionel heard of a place to go to to carry their wealth and the love of their tavern to, a place he only said was named Siranda, a dimension opened, and he just so happened to have a way into it , so Aaron, Kel and Lionel left Waterdeep, into the unknown, a place with a new type of customer, Lionel's eyes were practically like fire, a new place, new potentials, even perhaps different foods to cook and make for people there. The forever affectionate name of the tavern came with them, The Tipsy Furball opened its doors not long after they bought a building in Kalaram, making a lot of money and even cooking food for the lords of the nation, whom lived in the castle Siranda.
They had the business for many years in Kalaram, lasting for years, but stayed in the one place for perhaps a little too long , there was a rumour that the dead had started to come back to life, the patrons disregarded it of ever being able to happen, and that the Sirandan knights would protect them, but Aaron, Kel and Lionel, all being from outside this dimension were very worried, they knew too well it could happen.
The Tipsy Furball, once a very famous restaurant in Kalaram, but now a building reduced to ashes, unfortunately, this well established buisness, and the trio did not last forever, when the outbreak happened, The Tipsy Furball, was sure to fall, the customers and Kel and Aaron may not have ever lived if it wasn't for Lionel, the powerful and very drunk cat-folk, walked out into a horde of zombies, armed with nothing bar his trusty tankard, and his heavily intoxication, he fought all zombies allowing the customers, and his employees to get to safety, but went missing, with his tankard handle in his hand, and the rest of it split in half. Days later, when the horde of zombies had long since past that area, Kel and Aaron went back to the area later to salvage what herbs and spices they could, and to lay their friend to rest, it was at this point the only seen half of the tankard, lying on the ground, the tankard that seemed indestructible, both of them were in awe, the tankard, what was left of it, still had ale in the half, but no body was near it, Lionel was nowhere to be found.
( More to be added, at later dates, some parts of the story being added by the player of Kel'nok, but for now, here is the sign for The Tipsy Furball, it was carried to each and every tavern they had and opened )