Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150409160545/@comment-24736819-20150424033012

The 8 cloaked figures that got out of the Dark Tower in the beginning of the night quickly made way to where the first attack happened. They were fast, very fast and seemingly unremitting.

In no time they arrived at the first destruction site.

"Ssspread.", the leader sibilated and the cloaked figures obliged, scattering to look for leads.

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"Let the cooking begin!", Tormund's thunderous voice echoed through the meadhall-like ship room. The sailors cheered, loudly and chanted as the dishes were served.

The first one was prepared by the King's cook, Grandjean Argent, and it was composed of two courses. The first one, to open the crew's appetite, were the chopped fish sausages drenched in thin ale, vinegar, argonian ale and garnished with some herbs. The second one was a bigger plate, venison stewed with onions, thick mead, barley, carrots and breadcrumbles to give it a bit more thickness, accompanied with wine from the King's personal stock.

As the crew savored each bite, Rakhr worked on his own plates...he planned to win that contest, after all he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made his new Captain a liar.