Post by Bjorn on May 11, 2017 14:05:17 GMT -6
Bored with the mundane life in the Sascas Hills, I set off into the world with nothing but my father's shield and some cooking utensils. Not knowing how to use a sword if ever I came under attack the only things I had to defend myself with were my meat cleaver and a heavy iron skillet.
At first I looked a fool trying to defend myself from small groups of goblins and other vermin between my travels from one town to the next, for I was first and foremost a chef. But after awhile, I became more and more comfortable in battle, favoring my cleaver over any weapon.
I learned alot of valuable tricks and tips in cooking from traveling between different towns in the region. From Quiznos to the White Castle of Sliderton, everyone seemed to have their own unique ways of preparing the same kind of food. I took all of these things into consideration and began merging my home cooking methods with those of other towns and regions. It seemed to be a big success as everyone always praised my food and booze and I started referring to myself as Master Chef.
I came from the Sheildsmith's clan and I used to help my family with their work, but I was never as happy as I was when I was in the kitchen cooking some new food or out on my own traveling to a new town to find new adventure and ways to cook.
I usually hitch a ride with passing caravans to get to where I need to go, I offer them my skills as a cook to pay my way, or I peddle my goods with the help of my brother... he has a way with words that one...
I began teaching myself how to use a meat cleaver for more than just cooking after I came under attack a few times on the caravans I would travel with. and for good measure I got really good at hitting the buggers with my skillet as well. Can't ever be too prepared I say!
At first I looked a fool trying to defend myself from small groups of goblins and other vermin between my travels from one town to the next, for I was first and foremost a chef. But after awhile, I became more and more comfortable in battle, favoring my cleaver over any weapon.
I learned alot of valuable tricks and tips in cooking from traveling between different towns in the region. From Quiznos to the White Castle of Sliderton, everyone seemed to have their own unique ways of preparing the same kind of food. I took all of these things into consideration and began merging my home cooking methods with those of other towns and regions. It seemed to be a big success as everyone always praised my food and booze and I started referring to myself as Master Chef.
I came from the Sheildsmith's clan and I used to help my family with their work, but I was never as happy as I was when I was in the kitchen cooking some new food or out on my own traveling to a new town to find new adventure and ways to cook.
I usually hitch a ride with passing caravans to get to where I need to go, I offer them my skills as a cook to pay my way, or I peddle my goods with the help of my brother... he has a way with words that one...
I began teaching myself how to use a meat cleaver for more than just cooking after I came under attack a few times on the caravans I would travel with. and for good measure I got really good at hitting the buggers with my skillet as well. Can't ever be too prepared I say!