You shuffle into the dining hall. It is similarly designed as the throne room, but seems much more comfortable. The walls are covered in portraits depicting scenes of Manly hunting prey, with a rendition of that prey's head above the paintings. There is a giant table in the centre of the room, but oddly, it is bare. You hear a whistle from the side, and look to the kitchens.
Manly has changed raiment. He still wears the Krown, but has donned an apron with "Kiss the Cook (that's an order)" written across it. All meat based rations have popped raw, and strangely for his position, he has taken to cooking them himself over a grilled brazier. Like the pedestal, it appears to be a magic item; Shockamancy judging by the flames and... something else. Healomancy?
"This is the BBQ, a novelty of the Magic Kingdom. We captured it from Lore during one of my earliest missions. Beyond the mere cooking of meat, it infuses the meat with healomancy. I used to dry meat into strips and give them to my knights; kept them from dying right away."
He looks over the rations that have popped for his warlords. Eggs, salads, vegetables. And an enormous pile of steak. Was that his or Macho's? Doesn't matter, there was plenty for the entire court. Using a pair of tongs, he starts to cook the meat, simultaneously managing a War Bore roasting on a spit over a non-magical flame. You take the opportunity to observe the enemy unit. Despite the damage it has taken from croaking and sitting in a larder, it appears vicious. And big. It has to be a C-class special at least. The whole beast was as tall as Manly, who despite its size, effortlessly turned it on its spit.
"Ever since I was just a prince, cooking has been a passion of mine. I do not accuse the Titan's of being poor chefs, but popped rations don't hold the same beauty as a meal you have to work for. Being Emperor now will not refuse me that pleasure."
LTDave wrote:"Ah! Picquant!"
Metter Nick loves to eat, and enjoys the meal enormously. The boar are superb! Delicately roasted, and with such herbs! Among Metter's popped rations are some soft-boiled eggs and a silver tray of condiments. There are some empty places on the tray - perhaps more delights will pop in time?
"I am curious, mon freunde, about the various items in the armoury. I confess, I am taken with the exquisite shoes. I have heard mention of a book that allows thinkamancy? What other delights have been found?"
Manly cuts into a steak. His warlord roots are obvious, as his rough eating methods would suggest. He gestures with a piece of meat.
"Ah the Wing-tipped Boots? Those belonged to my sister, Amanda. Whenever a commander popped, my father would send his casters to buy them a magic item; his way of acknowledging our existence, I suppose. She got those boots; used to fly around court all day."
His steak finished, he reaches for another.
"Most of our magic items aren't those you'd see in the armoury. King Sapien was generous, but he was always a touch frugal. To his warlords, he gave proper items, and to his casters, toys."
GWvsJohn wrote:Macho seats and joins the feast. He takes large Man sized portions and eats as much as anyone. Despite this he seems somewhat sullen, lost in thought.
I appreciate Father taking the trouble to feast us, but I would rather celebrate after our victory, not before
"What's the matter, Prince?" Manly asks, "Eaten too much?" He laughs.
Perpetually locked in a Mathamancy/Turnamancy link.