1384 Shieldmeet Feasthall BlaaarghLog

[Warlord]

Thanks to all those that participated

[Warlord]

[Sun Aug 16 19:20:42] Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): About damn time.
Helga Battleaxe: Hungry aren't you? *Grins*

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Audience members and contestants gather around while the chef's ferverously work..


Delvar Hammerhand: Oh Imma nay competin'
Bao Gur: *adds a little salt and stirs*
Korrah Littlefist: Aha! Bentin is here! Yipee! Hooray! Uh… yahoo!
Elon Dana : Oh? Helga?
Snorri Madaxe: do we take off magic stuff?
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): I haven't eaten in five days
Delvar Hammerhand: Jus' 'ere to watch... und buy some quads from Bao
Elon Dana : -shows Helga some clothes- I will be wearing no gear save this clothes
Helga Battleaxe: That works elon
Elon Dana : My thanks
Snorri Madaxe: *takes off his breastplate*
Bao Gur: *tosses veggies and cutlets in flour*
Snorri Madaxe: *and removes a couple f rings*
Helga Battleaxe: And no spells!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *mutters* What now?
Mynian Copperhand: Ah, Mista Bentin, yeh givin' it a go?
Helga Battleaxe: He's the champ from last shieldmeet!
Bao Gur: *deep fries several cuts of meat*
Grimnir Gurnison: Sorry there Bentin
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Came all this way, haven't eaten in five days
Mynian Copperhand: Aye? Ha!
Sorri Madaxe: *takes a seat*
Elon Dana : Bentin was kind enough to accept my offer to buy his shieldmeet badge for him
Holance Tanars: He won four years ago
Snorri Madaxe: see who's got the biggest belly
Korrah Littlefist: *hops up on the seat*
Elon Dana : I didn't want the past champ to miss this
Helga Battleaxe: We will give it a moment more - they were excersizing an exhibition match outside.
Mynian Copperhand: Well.. 'ere's 'opin' there still be some o' tha eel elft o'er.
Korrah Littlefist: *loosens her belt*
Orchid Moss: many hungrys
Thorell Eberlar: ...Moment.
Korrah Littlefist: *giggles* This will be fun!
Korrah Littlefist: I'm starving!
Bao Gur: *weakens a flame to let the pot reduce*
Elon Dana : Good luck to us all...may the triadic gods see this contest as fair and honest
Alyndra Greencloak: Good luck Bentin!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Keep your gods monk
Grimnir Gurnison: Shut it Elon
Grimnir Gurnison: No one likes a kiss arse
Helga Battleaxe: Please no PUKING on the audience members! No projectile vomitting ..! In the event of a food fight just remember the starving in valkur's - so don't do it! NO MAGIC, No "health" gear! All other gear is OK.
Elon Dana : ...
Korrah Littlefist: *giggles*


DM Hawk : [Tell] is it CON or Fartitude checks?
Helga Battleaxe: [Tell] LOL


Bao Gur: Ah, these muffins are perfect.
Mynian Copperhand: Yeh doin' aright, Mista Bao?
Orchid Moss: Moss maybe no eat many like dwarf *furrows brow*...is try
Bao Gur: Im quite alright! Ill prepare each contestants' platter in a bit
Bao Gur: *literally cooking 7 dishes at once*
Helga Battleaxe: WE SHALL GIVE CHEF BAO SOME TIME STILL...MYNIAN COPPERHAND!
Mynian Copperhand: *nods* Aright. Ifn yeh need 'n extra 'and.......Whot?
Helga Battleaxe: The Foehammer requests an assistance in dish delivery!
Orchid Moss: Moss stand...stool *frowns*
Helga Battleaxe: Could you aid?
Bao Gur: Can you carry the sushi boats over please?
Mynian Copperhand: Tha me c'n do. *gets her cloak put away and rolls up her sleeves*
Helga Battleaxe: Thank you
Elon Dana : Boats? we get a boat each?
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *spreads a cloth napkin over his chest*
Bao Gur: *doles out bowls of warm stew*


As contestants settle in, Helga and Myn plot their doom, coordinating with the cooks too..


Helga Battleaxe: Here myn
Holance Tanars: Last time I gave up at the eels.
Korrah Littlefist: *does some stretching, front and back, side to side, left and right*
Bao Gur: Ok! The roast duck is all set in there.
Grimnir Gurnison: All I know is I'm tired of eating bread and cheese at the hold so this better be good food
Elon Dana : Duck? -tries not to drool-
Snorri Madaxe: some good meats I 'ope
Helga Battleaxe: Mynian it is at your discretion, leisure, practice and .. tymoran frivolry .. to choose 1 dish at a time and whichever dish you desire
Helga Battleaxe: Just try to showcase all the dishes at some point hehe
Mynian Copperhand: Roit roit.
Alyndra Greencloak: Tasar up here
Korrah Littlefist: I hope it's the dwarf pie!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *fork and knife at the ready*
Alyndra Greencloak: Safer.
Korrah Littlefist: Taht's what I've been practicing with *giggles*
Grimnir Gurnison: I hope the servers are beautiful naked women
Orichan Tailor: what are we eating?
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): It better be good...I didn't come all this way for chicken!
Orichan Tailor: Bentin, your here again *grins* going to win it again?
Bao Gur: *brings out dumplings*
Tasar Greencloak: Is it wrong to hope someone throws up on Elon's boots so that he leaves a trail as he flees the scene?
Bao Gur: Ok! Lets set the tables!


The threat of the challenge begins to roll out..


Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): My gut says yes
Elon Dana : ...
Grimnir Gurnison: FOOK YEAH WE'RE HUNGRY!
Korrah Littlefist: *glances to Benting* You sure look like you can put some away
Bao Gur: Excuse me!
Helga Battleaxe: Ja Bao? ... oh!
Bao Gur: *carrying large platters*
Elon Dana : I might need haste for that Tasar- waves to Alyndra-
Thorell Eberlar: Where's my fire vomit area?
Grimnir Gurnison: GLAD I TOOK THAT DUMP IN THE ARENA EARLIER
Helga Battleaxe: Gods...
Grimnir Gurnison: Cleaned out some space
Snorri Madaxe: *laughs*
Alyndra Greencloak: We'll give you the haste
Korrah Littlefist: *glances to the orcs*
Crom: *makes room for Bao and his plates*
Orichan Tailor: hey Bao
Bao Gur: *lays out large platters across the table*


Chef bao lays additional ground rules..
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Oh can we vomit between rounds, to make more room?
Bao Gur: No.


The platters begin to pile up! The audience gets their puke'brellas up and ready..! Last minute contenders skip in..

[Warlord]

Alyndra Greencloak: Though Tent may not survive Elon hasted..
Mynian Copperhand: *hollers over* 'ow many folks we got fer tha competition??
Bao Gur: No one over here? Ok.
Elon Dana : Come enter the contest with us Crom? -offers the seat to his right-
Helga Battleaxe: //One more time for late arrivals participating - No Constitution Gear - set your Dice Roll to LOCAL, test it, all other gear is OK. NO SPELLS *STARES AT TAILOR*//
Bao Gur: Ashley, feel free to take a break whenever youre ready.
Tasar Greencloak: Nrgh, in the name of safety I think I will adopt a shield of force to spectate this event.
Alyndra Greencloak: ...
Grimnir Gurnison: Check Tailor over good Helga
Ting Cent: ya prolly eat more food here tonight than tings does over a year
Gaston! (Thundersword Chef): Ashley is enjoying the fine company of Gaston! She desires no break!
Orichan Tailor: *checks his gear and removes his wedding ring with a sigh*
Elon Dana : Praise be to Bao and his skillful cooking we will enjoy this day -claps for Bao-
Ashley (Fireside Feasts): I'm good boss. *smiles at Gaston!*
Bao Gur: If you say so.
Mynian Copperhand: *starts gathering a dish or two, or three, or four*
Ting Cent: got the grizzy for my wolverine
Grimnir Gurnison: Lick his boots too Elon!
Korrah Littlefist: *does some controlled breathing*
Mynian Copperhand: *balances plates on her hands and arms*
Ting Cent: we outside vomit range
Delvar Hammerhand: Hope so!
Helga Battleaxe: Pick a spot any spot
Thorell Eberlar: Fire vomit is coming for you Ting.
Helga Battleaxe: No health gear..! All other gear is OK. No spells.
Ting Cent: ha!
Korrah Littlefist: *giggles*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): So what are the rules for vomiting? Can we or can't we?
Helga Battleaxe: No pewking on the audience...you can pewk, but not on the audience. Or staff.
Ting Cent: wouold not be tings worst night
Holance Tanars: pewking
Orichan Tailor: get me a bucket then
Helga Battleaxe: No projections!
Thorell Eberlar: *smirks to Ting*
Mynian Copperhand: *has dishes and dishes of some sort of pie... tha might have crab claws sticking out of it?*
Korrah Littlefist: There's a trash can right there *points*
Elon Dana : -goes keep Tenna company-
Snorri Madaxe: ya puke ya have ter eat it up
Ting Cent: .....
Thorell Eberlar: What about rage eating?
Orichan Tailor: *sniffs* is that scorpion?
Helga Battleaxe: Anyone that wise cracks and pewks on Mynian gets disqualified and has to shovel the horse dung leftover!
Mynian Copperhand: Double tha!
Grimnir Gurnison: Pukes or peeks?
Mynian Copperhand: Either!
Helga Battleaxe: No solitications! *laughs*
Marister: Hello Bentin, think you will win again?
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): My gut says yes Marister
Elon Dana : Good luck to you Tenna
Grimnir Gurnison: I want a show with my dinner!
Marister: *chuckles*
Grimnir Gurnison: Give us a jiggle and a wiggle
Mynian Copperhand: Me will jiggle yer beard down yeh throat.
Ting Cent: ha!
Grimnir Gurnison: You jiggle it and I'll take it
Marister: Good luck maybe you will win a real sheild
Tenna: Thanks Elon!
Bao Gur: I have to say, Im very proud of how the budug turned out! That goat was perfect!
Elon Dana : -smiles warmly to Tenna-
Bao Gur: *sets the table*
Holance Tanars: My thanks.
Marister: new dishes bao
Bao Gur: All right.
Orchid Moss: many thank
Snorri Madaxe: whats fer starters?
Marister: I will give it a go
Prodigy has left as a player..


Mynian Copperhand: Shallybrook Crab Surprise

The declaration begins!

Helga Battleaxe: NOW OR NEVER...SIT AND EAT! Commence the extravagance!
Helga Battleaxe: *Dingdingdingdingdingdingdingdings a dinner bell*


Marister: probably pass out
Ting Cent: thbis will get ugly fast
Ting Cent: be the belly Bentin
Grimnir Gurnison: If Thorell dies from overeating can we roast his wings and eat them
Helga Battleaxe: Ja
Holance Tanars: *sniffs* Now I see why the crab was nowhere to be found.
Snorri Madaxe: *takes teh crab*
Marister: He won th epieeating at grrengrass
Elon Dana : -sets meal on the table to enjoy the smell and look of it- And auidence can examine if they like


Mynian hurriedly dishes out the plattes and readies to pick up the empty plates to come...


Helga Battleaxe: Look at the lovely assistant!
Ting Cent: is a treat in some cultures
Korrah Littlefist: Thanks.
Grimnir Gurnison: *grabs up some crab gawking at Mynian*
Mynian Copperhand: *gives one to Bentin*


You begin eating the delicious Shallybrook Crab Surprise...


Helga Battleaxe: Her SKILLS are GLORIOUS at the serving! A true vetran!
Bao Gur: For those who brave the entire meal, Ive got some lovely strawberry ice cream ready to serve!
Thorell Eberlar: *smirks to Bao*
Grimnir Gurnison: I thought she sang while she served
Orchid Moss: *shovels at the crap dish*
Marister: *nods at mynian and accepts
Snorri Madaxe: *tucks into the crab*
Crom: *smells the dish in frnt of him* Hmm...
Helga Battleaxe: FEAST upon the platter so well made by Bao, Gaston! and Co! Ashley!
Grimnir Gurnison: *begins ripping into the crab*
Marister: *eats*
Crom: Crom probably get for eat lot of new things
Thorell Eberlar: *claws into the food*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Lookit them crab fingers. It's like the time the dead came digging up out of the ground in Greatgaunt.
Mynian Copperhand: One more fer tha 'ead o tha table. *rushes off*
Orichan Tailor: oh yummy this is....
Crom: *starts eating the Crab surprise*
Orchid Moss: many goods
Marister: ugh
Crom: Constitution Check, Roll 1d20: 2 + Modifier: 2 = Total: 4
Crom: *quickly looks for a place to spit it out*
Orichan Tailor: excruciating
Mynian Copperhand: *does another headcount quietly*
Orichan Tailor: someone feels better...
Grimnir Gurnison: Hey Bentin this smells like... *grins and blows his breath into bentin's face*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *munches throught he pie and picks his teeth with the crab claws*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *flicks a crab claw at Grimnir's eye*
Grimnir Gurnison: Haha!
Marister: *sets claws down and drinks some water
Mynian Copperhand: ... should break out me barmaid outfit.... nay much different from whot me wearin but....
Marister: yes save that dress
Crom: *looks for something to wash away the taste*
Marister: *winked
Bao Gur: Oh right. It would be appropriate to wear my work kilt.
Helga Battleaxe: Oh booooy it looks like Mighty Crom is struggling there!
Helga Battleaxe: Can he hold it down?
Orichan Tailor: **snickers*
Grimnir Gurnison: PUKE CROM! PUKE!
Snorri Madaxe: *crunches at the unfamiliar dish*
Holance Tanars: No, don't
Ting Cent: here comes the surprisse! ha
Orchid Moss: *looks way up almost smirking*
Korrah Littlefist: *giggles*
Elon Dana : -looks concerned for Crom-
Grimnir Gurnison: RUB HIS BELLY ELON
Crom: *feels s something coming up, facelooking towards Grimnir*
Bao Gur: Dont worry Crom. I can mix up a tonic for you.
Bao Gur: After the contest, of course.
Holance Tanars: Give Crom a bucket, quick!


The audience marvels as the Knight's bout champion struggles with da crabs!


Orichan Tailor: [Whisper] hess itting too close to Grimnir, thats the trouble
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *leans away from Grimnir*
Helga Battleaxe: Hold it together Crom! Did the healers FAIL at your guts!?
Elon Dana : Any healers in the house?
Ting Cent: or milk if your tummy upset
Snorri Madaxe: pfft..orc-bloods
Orchid Moss: *backs behind a wing*
Grimnir Gurnison: Isn't that right Snorri.
Helga Battleaxe: *takes out her umrbella*
Crom: *makes a few puking motions before swallowing it in*
Marister: dang it is not short *winks to mynian
Mynian Copperhand: ... ew...
Orchid Moss: *wrinkles nose*
Ting Cent: ......
Helga Battleaxe: Crom struggled the most to keep up with the nom's, sorry crom!
Crom: *pushes the crab surprise as far away as possible*
Helga Battleaxe: You may of course still eat potato salad.
Mynian Copperhand: Feh, me ain't tha sort o' lass fer short skirts.
Grimnir Gurnison: Sheeesh Crom! Now we know why you were the assistant and not the master
Crom: *shakes his head* Crom...be fine.
Mynian Copperhand: 'erryone still in it?
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Looks up to the bleachers then back towards Helga slowly*
Marister: for now
Orichan Tailor: bring it on Myn
Helga Battleaxe: Lovely assistant Copperhand and Co.! Commence Round TWO!
Mynian Copperhand: *cracks her knuckles* More on tha way!


Round 2 begins to commence...

[Warlord]

Holance Tanars: Wonder what is next
Snorri Madaxe: *licks his messy fingers and cracks his knuckles*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Gonna eat these lightweights under the table.
Bao Gur: Ill take those dirty dishes up for you.
Crom: *face looking rather pale*
Orichan Tailor: sams special may make an apearance
Grimnir Gurnison: Give me a good view this time woman! *to Mynian*
Marister: Go bentin
Bao Gur: *swiftly cleans up, expertly*
Thorell Eberlar: *holds the plate up to Bao*
Grimnir Gurnison: Pffft Bentin
Elon Dana : Marister? Should we join the main table now?
Helga Battleaxe: No grabbing the pretty bard you smuttysniffers!
Elon Dana : After this meal I mean
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Amused* Remember to chew everyone.
Snorri Madaxe: ye like 'uman women? They ain't got no beards!
Grimnir Gurnison: Crom run off already?
Crom: *nods*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): What we don't eat the plate? *offers the pie plate to Bao*
Korrah Littlefist: *smiles* through the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes!
Grimnir Gurnison: Dang it Crom! You were supposed to last longer than this
Bao Gur: *grabs the non-edible dishes and walks off*
Holance Tanars: *looks over a shoulder, then smiles to Kiki*
Mynian Copperhand: *brings plates with skewered foul of some kind*
Orichan Tailor: watch out Kiki
Helga Battleaxe: Mynian all guests plattered?
Crom: Crom be fine with no more ehh food surprises.
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Smiles back* Good luck
Holance Tanars: Yes, I'm going to need it!


Helga's first Feasting Oration..
Helga Battleaxe: Give thanks to Shieldmeet's spirit and your gods in prayer as Myn pass' round two...


Orichan Tailor: *examines the dish*
Korrah Littlefist: *silly squint towards Holance*
Elon Dana : -does so as Helga says-
Orchid Moss: *nod nods* Many thank
Orichan Tailor: ugh...what possesed you


Helga Battleaxe: BEGIN VEASTING!
You begin eating the delicious Duck Skin Skewers...
Elon Dana : Constitution Check, Roll 1d20: 3 + Modifier: 1 = Total: 4


Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: I'll give you all a good amount of space. Good luck, Tailor.
Elon Dana : Hmmm...duck skewers ....but jsut the skin....crisphy but juices too
Snorri Madaxe: thanke
Marister: noms the food
Grimnir Gurnison: Hey Holance! Smells like the Queen of Beauty and Love *takes a deep sniff before gobbling it up*
Snorri Madaxe: *chews on the skewrs*
Mynian Copperhand: *bends extra for Grimnir*
Orchid Moss: quack quack
Grimnir Gurnison: Oh yeah!
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Her eyes skim over the various dishes*
Mynian Copperhand: *gets some to Bentin*
Grimnir Gurnison: *takes an eyefull of Mynian cleavage*
Orichan Tailor: *forces it dwon and looks really really pleased about it*
Thorell Eberlar: *begins throwing down the skewers, rod included*
Marister: (forced it down
Korrah Littlefist: Thanks.
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Quck quack *gobbles the food*
Mynian Copperhand: *wipes her haands on the apron*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Constitution Check, Roll 1d20: 1 + Modifier: 3 = Total: 4
Korrah Littlefist: *takes a deep breath and goes for it*
Marister: set plat e and skewers on table


TRAGEDY STRIKES!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *coughs and chokes* Guh! Guh!


Holance Tanars: Hmm...
Snorri Madaxe: *chews on th skin*
Grimnir Gurnison: Tastes great!
Mynian Copperhand: Uh oh....
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *flops about on the floor like a fish, choking on duck*
Grimnir Gurnison: Hah!
Marister: pat his back
Holance Tanars: Healer!
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: ...
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Guh! Whuh guh guh!
Helga Battleaxe: Holy *chickenwing* he's choking!
Mynian Copperhand: *blinks* Medic!


The audience gasps and stares at their beloved Bentin...Elon makes a quick recovery to assist!
Snorri Madaxe: look like the champ is dethroned


Bao Gur: *picks him up, and heimlichs*
Grimnir Gurnison: Wait... is he dead?
Korrah Littlefist: *gasps*
Helga Battleaxe: *helps steady bentin against bao*
Bao Gur: *strength*
Elon Dana : *heal* -tries to save Bentin-
Orchid Moss: *looks concerned*
Marister: the Henrik manuever
Korrah Littlefist: You're not supposed to eat the skewer!
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Get him up to help him cough it out.
Marister: will save him
Grimnir Gurnison: Give him mouth to mouth Elon. Suck it out of him
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: ...
Mynian Copperhand: Ugh.
Marister: Henril showed the way once
Bao Gur: *is calmly heimliching, or Henriking, Bentin*
Orichan Tailor: **chuckles merrily*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *Gug Gug Whug Guggug!*
Orichan Tailor: he puke for sure then
Grimnir Gurnison: Get your tongue down his throat Elon. QUICK!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): BLERGH BLERGH!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *WRETCHES OUT THE FOOD* Ahh.
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *wheeze*
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Kneels down next to Bentin and gently slaps his back*
Bao Gur: *lets him go*


The silence is heavy for some time...
Thorell Eberlar: It's a boy.
Korrah Littlefist: *dodges*


Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *sits up*
Marister: give him some ale
Ting Cent: .... man down.... man down
Elon Dana : -uses great restore scroll on Bentin-
Mynian Copperhand: Whew.....
Holance Tanars: He was eating too fast
Bao Gur: There there.
Grimnir Gurnison: You're lucky Elon was here to save you Bentin
Helga Battleaxe: THREE CHEERS FOR THE PAST CHAMPION!
Snorri Madaxe: guess ye shouldn' of starved yerself Bentin. Ye've forgotten how ta eat
Elon Dana : -cheers-
Helga Battleaxe: *Cheers for bentin*
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: ... *Makes a bit of a face by rests her hand on Bentin's back reassuring as she tries to help him up*
Marister: *chcukles
Korrah Littlefist: *cheers*
Grimnir Gurnison: HAH! *slaps Snorri on the back*
[Mynian Copperhand: *claps*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Bah....I ducked up.
Elon Dana : Hip Hip Huzzah! Cheers for Bentin!
Helga Battleaxe: Hurrah Bentin! Grand battle!
Holance Tanars: Glad you are alright, Bentin!
Marister: He will get bacl into the swing
Bao Gur: Sorry you had to go through that Bentin. Once youve recovered, we can get you some safer food.
Grimnir Gurnison: Give him an extra kiss now Elon
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Are you alright, Bentin?
Ting Cent: no shiting in the woods either
Helga Battleaxe: BEHOLD! The new QUEEN of LOVE AND BEAUTY providing additional comforts!
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *wheeze wheeze* Thanks....went down the wrong pipe....
Marister: Give the man an ale
Orichan Tailor: we have a new winner!
Grimnir Gurnison: Well my lap is empty if she wants to comfort me.
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Well, don't let that food go to waste!
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Amused* I advised chewing your meal
Elon Dana : Want a flask of plain water?
Mynian Copperhand: Let me get tha next lined up.
Helga Battleaxe: Elon and Bentin, thank you for trying
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Yeah yeah...chew your food, my wife always says...*wheeze*
Elon Dana : -offers Bentin some plain water-
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): No thank you
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Just going to breath it out
Helga Battleaxe: THE REST OF YOU GET THE FORK READY!!
Thorell Eberlar: *murder digits are the ready*
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Small smile as she shakes her head a little*
Orichan Tailor: ...gods *mutters*
Snorri Madaxe: What be next?

Elon Dana : Wait...I am -ughs-...out? -ughs-.....-UGHSSSS-
Helga Battleaxe: Ja //tied on the roll//
Elon Dana : -upchucks into the barrel-

Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Dammit Crom...
Grimnir Gurnison: No kidding! I'm starving to death with waiting!


Round 3 commences...

[Warlord]

Mynian Copperhand: Let's see 'ere....
Crom: *grins, still looking palish*
Helga Battleaxe: Lovely Assistant, WHAT attrociously heavy meal shall you present now!
Grimnir Gurnison: At least he didn't puke on Bentin?
Marister: Thorell eata w hole cow for breakfast
Snorri Madaxe: *nods*
Orchid Moss: *focuses, her hands folded in her lap*
Elon Dana: Ugh
Ting Cent: ha!
Crom: This ehh no the event for us it seem *grins*
Bao Gur: Hey, dont let the appearance put you off now!
Thorell Eberlar: They are putting sticks in this food.
Orichan Tailor: **shakes his head at helga* i relalythink Helga should try some of these dishes
Bao Gur: *chuckles*
Elon Dana : -sits down and drains the flaks of water himself
Mynian Copperhand: *brings plates with burgers on them*
Holance Tanars: Round three *puts a stoic expression now*
Elon Dana uses item's special power.
Marister: *drinks some ale
Helga Battleaxe: The Foehammer's Chaplain has nom'd all the pains to share!
Orichan Tailor: *lifts buger to look at whats inside*
Helga Battleaxe: Forks ready! Knives cast aside...Go mynian, go! LOOK at her lovely lovleyness!
Korrah Littlefist: *squinty eyes Holance with a smirk*
Orichan Tailor: *gags at it*
Orchid Moss: *wrinkles nose*
Holance Tanars: Is this crab again?* *studies the burger*
Marister: looks at it

Helga's second Feasting Oration..
Helga Battleaxe: As Mynian pass' around the platters please reflect on Shieldmeet's best of times and best of your fond memories, thank your fellow companions for their shared commaderie .. or shared guts they splattered upon your faces!

Grimnir Gurnison: My eyes hunger for more cleavage
Marister: *smirks*
Orichan Tailor: it looks..chewy
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Was it the large crab from earlier?
Snorri Madaxe: *grabs a burger*
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Eyes the meat*
Marister: No he went back i the water
Grimnir Gurnison: *eyeballs Mynian again*
Thorell Eberlar: *sniffs*

You begin eating the delicious Uburchek Triple Decked Scorpion Burger...

Marister: scorpion
Korrah Littlefist: Thanks.
Holance Tanars: *Takes a big bite*
Snorri Madaxe: scorpion eh..
Grimnir Gurnison: *shoves it all in his maw*
Marister: *startst to eat

The mighty dragon blooded & elegant hinfist monk struggle on the many pound burger...
Thorell Eberlar: *constitution*
Thorell Eberlar: Constitution Check, Roll 1d20: 3 + Modifier: 3 = Total: 6
Korrah Littlefist: *Constitution*
Korrah Littlefist: Constitution Check, Roll 1d20: 4 + Modifier: 2 = Total: 6

Helga Battleaxe: The hin Korrah and Thorell are on a gut-off!
Helga Battleaxe: Oh the HORRORS
Korrah Littlefist: *moans*
Thorell Eberlar: *bites right into the stinger, and immediately wretches*

Helga Battleaxe: Wow Orichan can really inhale
Mynian Copperhand: *leans over extra again* Enjoy tha scorpion.
Korrah Littlefist: *takes a deep breath, and then digs in*
Snorri Madaxe: *bites into it*
Orchid Moss: *closes eyes and eats*
Helga Battleaxe: You ok there Firstsword?
Elon Dana : -watches Orichan swallow the burger whole with no problems-
Holance Tanars: Mmm not bad at all
Marister: *separates the shell and stinger
Grimnir Gurnison: Wonder what my farts are going to smell like after this
Mynian Copperhand: *wipes her hands on the apron and smooths it out*
Holance Tanars: *Eats the entire burger easily*
Marister: *dranks some ale and swalloed then laughed
Ting Cent: eat a bunch of cheese before bed so nice and bound up
Snorri Madaxe: *pulls a look of disgust at the taste of the scoprion but continues to eat*
Mynian Copperhand: Ooooh.
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Seems the festivities have kept you all hungry.
Grimnir Gurnison: I've eaten crappier
Orchid Moss: many spicy
Orichan Tailor: where?
Marister: Lord Urbuck;s clan relies on scropons for food
Crom: *sniffs as the smell of scorpion burger heads his way*
Grimnir Gurnison: That bar in the deep dark
Orchid Moss: *sits proud*
Korrah Littlefist: *looks at the rest of the burger, her stomach already stretching*
Orichan Tailor: mmm
Crom: *makes another gagging sound*

Thorell Eberlar: Oh no.
Helga Battleaxe: Please be sure ---
Grimnir Gurnison: Uh oh! *looks to Korrah* She goonna blow?
Helga Battleaxe: !
Bao Gur: A feast comprised of only the best dishes doesnt make for a proper challenge, no? Had to include a few... exotic recipes.
Mynian Copperhand: Oh no.
Marister: *chews slowly and swallowed the rest the stinger on the emoty plate

Suddenly an eruption from the dragon blood!
Thorell Eberlar breathes fire.
Helga Battleaxe: !!!!
Helga Battleaxe: HOLY UNTHER

Elon Dana :
Ting Cent: ther he blows!
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: *Looks to Thorell*
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: ...
Orichan Tailor: **winces at the stomach explosion*
Grimnir Gurnison: What the hells was that?
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Was it...Spicey?
Bao Gur: *calmly extinguishes fires*
Helga Battleaxe: *stompstompingstomping*
Holance Tanars: ye gods
Korrah Littlefist: Uhhhhhhgggg I dont think I can finish this. I yield....
Snorri Madaxe: fire vomit!
Marister: dragon belch
Orchid Moss: *winces a tad*
Mynian Copperhand: Oh, another yeild.
Helga Battleaxe: *patpatpsmacking flames*
Korrah Littlefist: *pushes her plate away and steps from the table slowly*
Elon Dana : Just 6 left.
Mynian Copperhand: *claps* Good try, Miss Korrah.
Thorell Eberlar: *tasting his tongue*
Bao Gur: Oh dear. Perhaps I should have gone easy on them and just made roast pork?
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: Marister, why not take the seat at this table with the others?
Bao Gur: Oh well!
Orichan Tailor: grimnir*puhses korrahs plate to him *seconds?
Marister: since ther is room yes
Grimnir Gurnison: Is Marister eating too?
Mynian Copperhand: Six left, eh?
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): Yeah take my seat...it was lucky...
Melinda 'Kiki' Heartfire: I thought so.
Elon Dana : -roots for Moss, Tailor and Tanars-
Mynian Copperhand: *fights with the oven*
Bentin (Greatgaunt Militiaman): *glances to Thorell* That happened to me once...Shou Lung peppers...only out the other end.
Orchid Moss: *focuses activates zen eating*

Helga Battleaxe: THE TERROR lurks near...The barmaid is preparing you doom ... And Bao .. seasoning it ... what shall it be....?
Round 4 commences..