This is a very cool item to exist on a world. It has excellent potential for story lines and story conflict... (A night time festival is coming up and a noble buys up the stock of sauce for his festival... now how are the theives expected to see in the dark to pilfer the homes of those that are at the festivals...)
Hmmm. I wonder if Corvus invented the original recipie.... nahhhhhhhhh. *cue laugh track* Go to Comment
Next on Iron Chef Armorica, the secret ingredient - Xoct's Sauce.
Looks like the challenger is going to open with a light fennel, sunflowerseed and mandarin orange salad with a dressing of vinagrette and Xoct's Sauce. Oh my, that's fifty GP a bottle, and he's already used two!
Looks like he is going for a Xoct smoked ham, using a mixture of cloves, honey, and Xoct's sauce for a glaze. Using the dragonite chips in the smoker is a great way to smoke food fast. Oh, I agree!
Oh, looks like the Iron Chef is retaliating with a Xoct brulee, notice how he scorches the top of the brulee before adding the schnozzberries. Now that is a master's touch.
But he better be ready, looks like the challenger has added a mixtuire of honey water, cream, and XS to the elemental bowl of ice, looks like hes going to be making blue ice cream and decorating it with a sprig of Misteria blossom, how pretty!
3.5 but +.5 for the Iron Chef play by play this inspired Go to Comment
There could be others, like Bilukka, a tasty spicy sauce that enhances fertility, or that really exquisite ChocBanaKiwiMint fruit that you can't get enough of, but that gives you a 5% chance of fumbling up any spell. Go to Comment
I enjoy the odd bit of, why is that happening? when the PC's come into contact with something that alters them somehow and they didn't pay attention. Good job. I usually don't go for the creating of food, but its a neat idea. Go to Comment
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