Done, pls don't roast me. [hider=Lak Lok] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]Lak Lok[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/009/955/446/large/gij-arentz-2018-copy.jpg?1521754607[/img][/center] [center][color=PaleGreen][i] Taste it! If you don't taste it now, I'll shove this heretical offering down your mouth! If you were trying to poison the mayor, you failed! This slime spittle couldn't even kill a pygmy squirrel. What are you standing there for? Get. OUT, you profligate! Garrakg curse your soul to the bowels of the soup bowl![/i][/color][/center] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔π•₯𝕖𝕣 π•Šπ•¦π•žπ•žπ•’π•£π•ͺ[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=LightCyan]β„•π•’π•žπ•–:[/color][/b] Lak Lok Coalcleave [b][color=LightCyan]π”Έπ•π•šπ•’π•€π•–π•€:[/color][/b] The Cleaver Cook [b][color=LightCyan]π”Έπ•˜π•–:[/color][/b] 59 [b][color=LightCyan]π•Šπ•‘π•–π•”π•šπ•–π•€:[/color][/b] Kobold [b][color=LightCyan]π”Ύπ•–π•Ÿπ••π•–π•£:[/color][/b] Male [b][color=LightCyan]𝕆𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕑𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ:[/color][/b] Culinary Adventurer, Hunter, Chef For Hire and Cleric Of Garrakg, The Orcish God of Chefs [b][color=LightCyan]π”Έπ•π•šπ•˜π•Ÿπ•žπ•–π•Ÿπ•₯:[/color][/b]Chaotic Good [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]π”Έπ•‘π•‘π•–π•’π•£π•’π•Ÿπ•”π•–[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=LightCyan]β„π•–π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯:[/color][/b]2'9 [b][color=LightCyan]π”Ήπ•¦π•šπ•π••:[/color][/b] Scrawny and of miniscule size like most of his other brethren, time hacking and working in the kitchens has bestowed well-worn cords of muscle on Lak Lok's lizard frame. [b][color=LightCyan]𝔼π•ͺ𝕖𝕀:[/color][/b] He possesses beady slitted eyes that are of a gold yellow hue. [b][color=LightCyan]β„π•’π•šπ•£:[/color][/b] Lak Lok wishes that he had a luxurious mane of blonde locks to adorn his scaly head. Instead, he has to settle for being a hairless reptile. [b][color=LightCyan]π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•Ÿ π•‹π• π•Ÿπ•–:[/color][/b] He has mottled green scales that are slightly tanned and blackened from spending time cooking near the fireplace. [b][color=LightCyan]𝕋𝕒π•₯π•₯𝕠𝕠𝕀/π•Šπ•”π•’π•£π•€/β„™π•šπ•–π•£π•”π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜π•€:[/color][/b] During his 50 years of culinary endeavors, Lak Lok has gained numerous scars from mishaps in the kitchen, from fading bruises to a sliced finger on his right hand. In terms of both tattoos, Lak Lok bears the sigil of Garrakg on the back of his right palm. [b][color=LightCyan]β„™π•–π•£π•€π• π•Ÿπ•’π• π•Šπ•₯π•ͺ𝕝𝕖:[/color][/b] The kobold prefers to wear simple, rugged and practical clothing which can survive the sweltering heat of the cookery. No matter what he wears, his distinctive bone-white smocked apron is always found on his person. [hr][center][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]β„™π•–π•£π•€π• π•Ÿπ•’π•π•šπ•₯π•ͺ:[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [i][color=LightCyan][center]Foul Tempered * Passionate * Creative * Stubborn * Open-Minded * Determined[/center][/color][/i] [b][color=LightCyan]ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•€π•™π•šπ•‘ π•Šπ•₯𝕒π•₯𝕦𝕀:[/color][/b] Single [b][color=LightCyan]β„šπ•¦π•–π•€π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿπ•Ÿπ•’π•šπ•£π•–:[/color][/b] [b][color=LightCyan]What first impression do you make?[/color][/b] " My recipes make the better impression than me. It's better that they look at the meal in front of them rather than the Kobold who cooked it. I don't get why no one likes me. Cooking is an art and the lot of them scumbuckets can go drown themselves if they think they can just go ahead and tell me how to pay tribute to my god. I mean, look at these complaints. 'Arrogant'. 'Anger issues'. 'Unreasonable'. Pah. These are obviously the words of backwater heretics. Every man, woman, orc, centaur, elf, gnome or whatever species leaves with full bellies and a smile whenever they eat my food, that's for sure. " [b][color=LightCyan]What are you like in a high stress situation?[/color][/b] High stress? High stress! HIGH STRESS?! My entire life's a high stress situation! You think cooking for every adventurer, hunter, sell-sword and merchant that comes into the tavern simple? Well, you don't have to cook a hundred different dishes all at the same time while making sure you've got enough beer to keep their meals down and clean plates to serve! But.....when all's said and done, I live for it. Stress is where we cooks thrive after all. Makes your blood pump into your brain. You gotta tenderise the meat if you wanna bring out the best flavors after all. [b][color=LightCyan]What are your best and worst qualities?[/color][/b] " My best qualities are my determination and most importantly, my cooking. I've yet to hear someone complain about my food and if they did, I would gut them and turn their intestines into soup stock. My worst qualities....well, even though I don't like to admit it, I do get a little carried away with my...um...tantrums every now and then. It's not my fault I begin shouting Kobold swears everytime someone overcooks the Hydra flanks." [b][color=LightCyan]What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?[/color][/b] " Believe me. I've got plenty of things that I'd like to keep private. There's not much anyone would want to ask a Kobold like me anyway, but if you must know.... I've.... I've.... I've killed a unicorn. And ate its corpse. Best damn steak I ever had. That's all I'll say. [b][color=LightCyan]What are your dreams?[/color][/b] " My very own tavern to pay tribute to Garrakg, a temple to his glorious preeminence. I've been saving up enough money to buy a patch of land near some trade route in the southern reaches of this continent. Ah, I can see it now. Two storied, with ebony wood tables, enough ale and wine barrels to drown the Soltude Plains, five course menu selections without those pesky tavern owners interfering in my business and servers that do what they're told. To cook what I want instead of what others want. To achieve the feasts of feasts, banquets of banquets, an eternal cornucopia in his Name..... Of course, you don't make a dragon egg omelete without breaking a few eggs. I need money. Lots of money. Fast." [b][color=LightCyan]How do you want to be seen by others?[/color][/b] " Well, I want to be....recognised by others. Everyone laughs at the idea of a kobold chef but I've made it this far without a single bit of attention. When I finally get a tavern of my own, they'll all see." [b][color=LightCyan]How do you see [i]yourself?[/i][/color][/b] " I see myself as a humble follower of the Hungry One, a mere messenger of his flavors and recipes to the masses of this Continent. Life gave me the ingredients for success and I'm gonna make a meal out of it, for me and others. " [b][color=LightCyan]Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?[/color][/b] " Do you think a chef can afford to contemplate when there's hungry mouths waiting to be fed? The greatest flavors are born from the soul, never from the brain. Sure, all cooks follow recipes but the best of us use the recipes as guidelines, never as doctrine. If you keep using the same ingredients, your dish will become stale and rotten like moldy bread. Recipes were meant to be changed after all. This is the way of Garrakg. " [b][color=LightCyan]What haunts you?[/color][/b] " You see many things that you make the other races throw up their breakfast, lunch and dinner when you're a Kobold. You ever saw a mother Kobold eating their young? You ever saw children bake cookies out of dirt and grass, shoving it into their mouths and pretending they weren't starving. There was one time, though, when an high elf lord criticized my butter root stew for being too 'salty'. It was the most horrifying moment of my life. I cried myself to sleep that night. " [b][color=LightCyan]What is your philosophy on life?[/color][/b] " Everywhere on this continent, I see people surrender, settle for less, say that they have become full. The retired adventurer, the deposed king, appetites that were once big becoming small. Life and all of its uncertainties can be certainly hard to swallow sometimes but it is a feast that I still hunger for. To push your passions to your limit, to overcome instead of stop, that is the point of life for me. To achieve culinary perfection is my dream and to attain the recipe of the gods, that is something worth dying for. " [b][color=LightCyan]β„π•’π•“π•šπ•₯𝕀:[/color][/b] [list][*] Picking and scavenging herbs off the ground. [*] Sharpening and oiling his equipment. [*] Chewing on a snack. [*] Praying to his Provider Of Plenty, Garrakg [/list] [b][color=LightCyan]β„π• π•“π•“π•šπ•–π•€:[/color][/b] [list][*]Hunting and Foraging [*]Cooking [*]Tavern Food Tours [*]Ale Brewing [*]Experimenting with New Dishes [*]Learning New Cuisine [/list] [b][color=LightCyan]𝔽𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕀:[/color][/b] [list][*]Making Bad Food [*]Bad Reviews [*]Becoming Repetitive [*]Running Out of Ingredients [*]Patron Complaints [*]Food Poisoning [*]Dying an unknown [/list] [b][color=LightCyan]π•ƒπ•šπ•œπ•–π•€:[/color][/b] [list][*] Eating [*] Cooking [*] Learning New Cuisines [*] New Recipes [*] Drinking [*] Hunting for Rare Delicacies [/list] [b][color=LightCyan]π”»π•šπ•€π•π•šπ•œπ•–π•€:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Bad Food [*] Incompetent Cooks [*] Lack of Organisation [*] Uncleanliness [*] Contamination [*] Disrespecting Fine Cooking [*] Stupid Patrons [*]Wasting Food or Opportunities for Food [/list] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]π•€π•Ÿπ•—π• π•£π•žπ•’π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ:[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=LightCyan]π”Ύπ•–π•Ÿπ•–π•£π•’π• π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π•π•€:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Flavor Favors - Providing delicious meals free of charge can get you a lot of good will. And a lot of friends. Lak Lok's cooking has made him multiple allies and acquaintances over the years, who are eager to renege on their debts to him. [*] Trapsmith - Like all Kobolds, Lak Lok is extremely good at the art of booby trapping, managing to capture and entrap many prey just by using sticks, stones and his own ingenuity. [*] Taste Palette - Lak Lok possesses an extremely acute sense of smell and taste, able to distinguish between 99 varietals of peppercorns or determine what type of milk was used in his berry meringue. [*] Ser Swears-A-Lot - Lak Lok is prone to fits of inventive swearing and cursing to humiliate someone, especially if they serve him bad food or desecrate his god. [*] Culinary Expertise - From Orcish banquets, Minotaur curries and the fare of the Lizardfolk, Lak Lok is quite knowledgeable in the culinary arts, adept in the food cultures of every race and how best to cook their cuisine. [*] Ambush Master - Kobolds are reviled amongst all races for their despicable, cowardly tactics. Lak Lok is no different from his kin, excelling in surprise attacks and catching someone offguard with his dastardly array of kitchen tools or from the barrel end of his absurdly oversized rifle. [*] Big Game Hunter - Lak Lok is experienced in using his blunderbuss to its maximum effectiveness, able to compensate for the massive recoil and turn someone or something from not dead to dead in an instant. [/list] [b][color=PaleGreen]π•„π•’π•˜π•šπ•”π•’π•/π•Šπ•‘π•–π•”π•šπ•’π•π•₯π•ͺ π•Šπ•œπ•šπ•π•π•€:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Iron Chef - Lak Lok has dedicated his entire life to the art of cooking culinary dishes and is one of the finest chefs one can expect to encounter. He’s not a chef. He’s THE chef. This proficiency has become almost supernatural, to the point where Lak Lok is able to visualise the magical energy that suffuses each of his ingredients and shape it to make the most delicious foods. [*] Dark Vision - Having spent most of his childhood living underground, Lak Lok is able to see his surroundings in the most darkest of environments. Due to his Kobold biology, this makes him extremely susceptible to sudden flashes of bright lights. [*] Divine Spell Specialization: Domain of Life: While Garrghk is a minor god, enough faith can give boons to the most devoted of followers. Lak Lok is able to use spells from the Domain of Life, albeit with one caveat. The effects of his spells only occur when one consumes his food. [/list] [b][color=PaleGreen]π•€π•Ÿπ•§π•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕠𝕣π•ͺ:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Cooking Satchel - An artifact granted by Garrakg to Lak Lok that magically preserves the food that the Kobold cooks and the ingredients inside them. [*] Selection of Mithril Knives - From cleavers to paring knives, the edge of knives is enough to cut through fruit, veg, meat or bone with ease. [*] Adamantine Frying Pan - Adamantite finds use in being one of the most valuable forge metals in existence but its ability to conduct heat perfectly along with its non-stick surfaces also makes it highly useful as a cooking utensil. It comes in handy as a makeshift shield in a pinch. [*] Venatio Flintlock Breech Rifle - Somethings, bigger is better. Designed by Venatio Firearms for big game hunting of owlbears, this massive rifle has been sawed down and modified to be used by a Kobold. Whilst this gun is unwieldy and is about the length of Lak Lok's entire body, it more than makes up with it with sheer firepower required to obtain the most tastiest of meats. [*] Bandolier of Enchanted Seasonings - Lak Lok's selection currently includes: sea shroom salt, twilight ginger, sunset saffron, ivory peppercorn, grounded beach seed spice, ember cloves, ivy seed and many more obscure spices. [*] Steel Cauldron and Mixing Ladle - The foundation of all good cooking is in a cauldron. Lak Lok usually ties it around his back, using it to carry most of his belongings. [*] The Sacred Menu of Garrakg - A tome that contains the sacred commandments and recipes of Garrakg and also acts as a means of empowering Lak Lok's divine spells. [/list] [hr][center][img][/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]β„π•šπ•€π•₯𝕠𝕣π•ͺ:[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [hider=The Recipe of Lak Lok] β€œ Yes, yes, what do you want? The rabbit stew with wild slaw? Or today’s special? Spill it out, will you? I don’t have all day. A tale? A bloody story? That’s what you demand of my talents? This is a fucking tavern. Do you take me for some flowery bard? Go on! Get out of here! Hold on...Wait. Wait. Wait! Don’t leave. Please. Sorry for the outburst. My….temper gets the best of me sometimes. Do sit down. May I interest you in a pint of elderberry ale? Perhaps, some highland tea to soothe both our moods? I normally don’t take unusual requests from strangers but Garrakg has spoken on your behalf. Do you see that? The bacon began to blacken as soon as you took the first steps out of this tavern. Garrakg would have taken my soul to the Oven if I was to deny your request. Where to begin exactly………. I was born in a clade of Kobold merchants in Darayeich. You wouldn’t have heard of it. Back then, we Kobolds didn’t exactly live high and mighty like you humans or your elves. When the rest of the world closed their doors on us, we formed our own communities in the underdark. When the Battle of Abbyn began, one of my ancestors had the bright idea of forming a town underneath one of the war-torn areas. The surface had been blasted to bits, every other race was unwilling to touch the place out of respect but not us Kobolds. Ah, what I would dream to see Darayeich again. Tunnels of crystals glimmering in the dark, the scent of cured meat rolls……. Where was I? Anyway, I was in Darayeich and then, I was kicked out along with my family. Turns out my old man, Garrakg rest his soul, had accidentally offended a Kobold crime boss and was told to get out of town or get his guts streamed across the tunnels by the crime boss’s necromancer for his nephew’s birthday party. So, we packed up our bags and headed north towards the mountain orc settlements as roving traders. My brothers were swindlers. My sisters were thugs. My parents were thieves. I was the first Kobold to break the mold. The first and last thing I had ever stolen at the ripe old age of six was a old bound leather cookbook. I don’t remember the title, but oh, that mouldy old piece of parchment was everything to me. My first recipe was a cattail-bark ear pie dressed with sweetgrass cream. That first bite made me hunger for more.When I reached the ripe age of six years old, I set off on my own, leaving my nest and venturing forth into the wilds in search of opportunity. I went from tavern to tavern, all across the continent, from peasant taverns to high end kitcheneries serving noble lords. I learned how to cook, I learned how to brew, I learned how to butcher, I learned that food was the conduit that united all the races together. I was happy and satisfied where I was. Until one day. Twenty years ago, I was a head chef working in the Howling High in the centaur city of New Mare. Suddenly, word spread that a member of the White Fork Gastronomy Guild was coming in town to visit our little tavern. I know what you must thinking now. Gastronomy guilds? How important could they be? They would mean nothing to a patron but to tavern owners and amateur chefs, a gastronomy guild testimonial was everything. First pick of the best ingredients in the land. Rights to build your tavern or stalls wherever you wanted. Protection of your rights from authoritarian city guards. If an individual chef could gain recognition in a gastronomy guild, the awards were beyond imagination. So, when the night came and I served my dish, I awaited patiently for the results. Next morning, on the papers, the Howling High became a certified guild tavern and who got the spotlight? The half elf assistant chef got the credit for the dish while I was merely mentioned on the cover. The idea of a kobold making the best dish in the lands? Absurd. The owner of the tavern threatened to hire assassins after me if I ever piped up about it again. Everyday, I look back towards that moment with doubt. Should I have spoken up about it? Should I have kept my mouth quiet as I did all these years? All I know was that when I was at my low, I found Garrakg. One day, I was cleaning out the spice rack in the doldrums of my defeat. I had recently recovered from a nasty bout of scale pox. I'm not sure whether it was the ground jalokka, the mild fever or the combination of the two that did it but I began to see things. It's hard to put in words. I could feel the taste of the floor on my feet. I could see sound. The floor was melting and I began to receive visions of a dish. A recipe with unknown ingredients. I immedietely set off without forethought, in a hurry to solve the mystery of my visions. I wandered all over New Mare, gathering ingredients for the recipe that my gut felt to be true. Finally, I was just missing one essential ingredient. The meat, but what meat would it come from? Hydra? Owlbear? Chuul? Yeti? The answer came in the form of a unicorn in the forests. It looked like an oasis in a desert. I hadn't eaten anything for three days and three nights. Flies were buzzing around my head as I took aim at the magical beast's. Whether Klathamuk was laughing at me that day or the wind was blowing in the direction, misfortune struck as its horn was blasted off instead of its head. Needless to say, I learnt that day why angering a unicorn isn't the best of ideas. The unicorn nearly trampled me to death, ignoring the fact that I was stabbing a wooden spork into its neck, grabbing me by the neck and ramming me repeatedly against an oak tree. Before it could gore me with its jagged horn, an orc saved me. That was how I met Guthrok the Gluttonous, druid and follower of Garrakg, eating medium rare unicorn strip steak in his hut in the twilight of Fall. He told me the truth of Garrakg, how he cooks in mysterious ways and that my visions were a blessing for him, especially as he recognised a chef from outside his race. The truth was revealed to me slowly. Garrakg was slowly losing power compared to the rest of the orc pantheon and needed to regain belief in the Material Plane. Over time, before the druid died from old age, he'd given me the sacred texts of Garrakg and made me promise to uphold his commandments. Now, I’ve never been happier than before. Garrakg has given me new purpose and I am the messenger of his will. Forsaken is the new frontier of cuisine, a new garden in which to experiment and blossom and where I will build a holy shrine to his Glorious Gluttony, Garrakg. Now, is there anything you would like to eat, instead of listen to? I personally recommend ordering the alligator casse- Hold on. Excuse me. It’s one of my chefs again….. I’M GONE FOR A MERE MINUTE AND ALREADY, YOU TWO KNOBHEADS HAVE BLIGHTED IT ALL TO HELL. YOU THERE! ARE YOU SERVING RAW LETTUCE, TROLL?! THIS IS AN TIEFLING SALAD, NOT AN ELVISH PARTY! WERE YOU DROPPED ON THE HEAD AS A BABY?! SAY YES! NOW, CLEAN THIS MESS UP AND GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN! ……. So, what will you be having? Oh yes, you noticed the hole in the kitchen? Some bloody tosser broke into our stores and stole several of our magical reagents. Oh, no need for worry. It'll all be taken care of. " [/hider] [b][color=LightCyan]Summary:[/color][/b] To make a Lak Lok, all you need is mix together an ancient minor god of cooking, a orcish druid, tavern roadtrips and an outcast family. Bake it in an oven of adversity, and season it with a holy quest. [hr][center][img][/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=PaleGreen][center]𝔼𝕩π•₯𝕣𝕒𝕀[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=LightCyan]ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔π•₯𝕖𝕣 β„šπ•¦π• π•₯𝕖:[/color][/b] [i]A snack soothes one's stomach, a dinner brings families together, feasts unite towns and banquets build kingdoms. Cooking is the true magic of the gods. [/i] [b][color=LightCyan]π”Έπ•Ÿπ•ͺπ•₯π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝔼𝕝𝕀𝕖:[/color][/b] N/A [/hider]