Nytefall

The Dark Company

I like this it appeals to me greatly. You had me at mage though and I look forward to going through the OOC and making a character.

Agents Of Stardust (sci fi)

love the look of this, im going to get the old CS creation machine working (bad name I know) and pump one out soon.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Cynric was surprised that he had not killed the two imperial women under his command. They had all of the qualities that Cynric detested in a person. Bubbling happiness, overconfidence and stupidity. Cynric was confused as to how they had not got themselves killed already in their travels. From the story's that Cynric had been told by the pair they should have been dead 2 years ago. There was some light in the darkness though. The Orc was slowly but surely becoming a better cook day by day, he had already read through all of Cynric's books and had asked to get more next time they made port. Cynric was happy that at least one of the three people assigned to him new what they were doing.

Cynric managed to gather his small cooking crew together before they had made port for a short meeting. "Okay my budding Chefs. We will be reaching land soon and I hope you use the time on land wisely. Do not go partying or doing anything that might draw attention to yourself or this ship. In fact, I have a task for you all. I want you to visit any place that cooks food and pick up some new recipes which I then want you to cook for me to taste. The winner will get this." Cynric placed a small bag of gold on the chopping board. "There is a small amount of gold in this pouch that should keep you happy should you win it. Apart from that there is nothing else that I need to tell you. So go and enjoy yourselves. But not too much."

Once the ship finally had landed he dismissed his charges with a nod of his head. The two Imperial women screamed like little girls as they ran off the ship bounding away into the busy streets. Cynric sighed deeply, looking over at the orc he saw him shaking his head slowly at the two girls he walked slowly into the street admiring the shops that littered the streets. Well. Cynric thought. At least I have one level headed individual. Calling over two orcS he ordered them to pick up the supplies that he needed and to put them onto the ship for him.

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Wow, im gone for 5 days for work and boom soo many posts. Gotta catch up and post something. Thankfully work has toned down my work load so I have more free time.

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Sorry for taking so long. I might change the name for the Orc I was researching Orc names and couldn't find one I liked so I may change his name sometime later. Probably wont though. tell me if I need to change anything.

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Cynric was happy at with his new position and understood the responsibility in it, the new captain made a valid point. Without good food and nutrition this ship would fall apart faster then a nord with no Ale. Great warriors on this ship dieing not by the blade but by scurvy or Iron deficiency. While everyone else had some use in his mind Cynric's job was the most important and carried the heaviest burden and responsibility. He took the parchment that was handed to him. Opening the paper he grimaced. None of thee three people listed in his roster were in any way skilled chefs. Only one had any sort of culinary skill and he was an orc! Cynric stopped himself if he remembered a famous chef had once been an orc. Cynric made a mental note to not judge this man too quickly.

Looking down the list he saw that the orc was a skilled alchemist and smith as well as having strong hand to hand skill. Now that he reflected upon the orc he realise all of the use he could be. But these other two. By the nine they were both bards. What could he do with two dancing women. They were both imperials and were skilled fighters but from what he read they were of no use as cooks. Cynric was sure he would be able to make something of them. He looked upon the list as a sculptor looks upon clay. How could he mold these two bards into works of art? For the moment he would have to make do with them.

Cynric bowed to Sharee. "It seems captain, that I have a lot of work to do. Though what I have here will suffice. Although captain I could probably make an excellent meal out of maggots. Let me assure you that I will let NOTHING go to waste." Cynric now addressed the whole room. "I will ensure that you are all fed well and enjoy your meals. I will need to know of anything you are allergic to so that I don't accidently kill you. You can also be safe in the knowledge that I everything will taste exquisite!" Cynric left the room with a swish of his cloak leaving behind a small cloud of smoke. Entering his beloved kitchen he saw that his new trainees looking around at the kitchen the orc was looking through the cupboards getting his head around what was here and what was not. The two imperial women were chatting to each other and laughing one of them was sitting on the kitchen suffice. Wait.

Cynric bellowed with anger launching a spear made from bone at the women. She promptly dodged it drawing her short sword she entered a fighting stance. She stopped when she recognised Cynric. Cynric face was full of anger.

"WE PREPARE FOOD ON THOSE SURFACES! YOU DO NOT PLACE YOUR BEHIND ON THEM! DO YOU KNOW WHERE THAT ASS OF YOURS HAS BEEN?!" The orc looked at Cynric with respect, perhaps he was more of a chef then he thought he was. However the two imperials were almost foaming at the mouth. Cynric quickly regained his composure. "Well that was not the best start now was it. Hello my name is Cynric. Yes I am a necromancer, but I have no wish to enslave your souls or any of that rubbish. I am also the Head Chef and you are my Commis. For those of you that do know what that means you are now all cooks working under me. It is me who must whip you into shape and make you excellent cooks and hopefully great chefs. Oh, I will need to know your names"

The Orc answered first. "My name is Ug'woa I have had some training as a Chef however my master died from disease during the winter and I have yet to find a new one."

Cynric smiled just as he had thought. Next the two imperials spoke they both had very strangely coloured hair one Bright Pink the other Bright Green. Must be a bard thing. He thought to himself.

Pink voice was full of happiness and almost uncontainable excitement. "My name is Yalera"

Green the imperial he had fired the bone spear at quickly replied "And my name is Arelay, Sorry for the table thing it wont happen again. I'm a lover not a fighter"

Cynric scoffed "I bet you are Arelay. Why is it that you have the same name as Yalera but backwards?"

Yalera giggled as Arelay replied. 'Well Cynric."

Cyrnic stopped her. "You will call me Chef, or Sir when you address me."

Yalera giggled even louder as Arelay continued form where she was interrupted. "Well, Sir. We are a performing Duo who have been all over Tamriel. We have performed for nobles and even Kings! We're like celebrities on this boat!" The pair began to giggle ferociously as Ug'woa looked at them and sadly shook his head.

Cynric massaged his brow slowly, this was going to take a lot of work.

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Cynric eyes snapped open as he jolted awake. He had fallen asleep after what he could only assume from the people around him was a good night of celebrating and drinking. After all the work he had done he had expected a bit more then a pat on the back but he did disobey Sharee's orders. Not that he was worrying.he felt that his loyalty had been shown and this woman did make him nervous when she was around. Not that he would show it As he lit his pipe with fiery finger he was approached by one of Sharee's men who he had talked to before he had fallen asleep. "Captain wants to see you." Cynric nodded. "Be best if you hurry yourself to her, she doesn't like to be kept waiting. Oh, here's the note that she told me to give to you"

"I understand, look i'm getting up and going." Cynric walked to the meeting looking over the small piece of paper. it had written on it the location of the meeting which Cynric was hurrying to get to. Not that he would be late but he wanted to stay in Sharee's good books. There were already a handful of people here, most of these people Cynric recognised. "Captain you wanted me?"

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sorry about not posting I'll work on one right now. Been working lots this week and this is my only day off.

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working on a post atm will have it up tomorrow due to IRL drama

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i'll just edit the post around a little