Flash Fiction Challenge

[BrokenAria]

<p>As promised, a challenege to maybe spark a few muses or give those not working on a story right now some practice. </p><p>For those of you who do not know what flash fiction is, it is a <i>very </i>short story. There is no exact word limit, but many range from 250 words to 1,000 words. This challenge will have a 2,000 word limit. </p><p><b>The Challenge:</b></p><p>I will start you off with the first sentence, then you must complete the rest. </p><p>You must incorporate the following people, places, ideas:</p><ul><li>Ratonga</li><li>Greater Faydark</li><li>Apple(s)</li><li>Wine</li></ul><p>Just of note, you don't actually have to focus on a Ratonga or have it eat an apple- you can, you just simply need to mention the items in your story. Be creative! </p><p>(Obviously, we are on an EQ2 forum. Stay in Norrath or be it EQ-related. Maybe a tale of you playing? Or writing?)</p><p>All entries are to be posted by Wednesday, June 13th at which point I will read and pick the most creative.</p><p> Remember, 2,000 words or less! Some people can weave an excellent story in 3 sentences, others need the 2,000 words. G'Luck!</p><p>"<i>There were too many to count. Innumberable masses of... [</i>Let your story begin.<i>]</i>"</p>

[MysidiaDrakkenbane]

<p>Word Count: 620</p><p>There were too many to count. Innummerable masses of Fae swarmed the rolling lush hills of Greater Faydark. Aconitine, sent on an errand for Akahsha, found herself amidst the brightly colored creatures. Each one of them were unique in their color scheme and seemed to dapple the countryside in their own array of watercolors floating along in the sunlight. </p><p>The ratonga grumbled to herself. Not that she hated being in Greater Faydark, but that she had imbibed a bit too much on the Blood Wine the night before and such illuminacies were causing her head to throb worse than it had been earlier.</p><p>"Meesa fetches apples for Kasha.", Aconitine said mockingly. "Meesa fetches rare truffles for Kasha. Poisons? Bah! Sounds likes Kasha's grocery lists to meesa."</p><p>"Ehm... Excuse me.", Aconitine heard a small vibrant voice say. Confused, she looked around, swearing she was hearing things. Aconitine had heard that hangovers wracked all sorts of evil on someone's person, but this is the first time auditory hallucinations had been witnessed. Then again, she never really studied all that much on Blood Wine. </p><p>She really wasn't sure that's what it was. She was handed a large tankard filled with a strangely fruity smelling purple liquid. The only purple liquid she heard about was Tier'Dal Blood Wine. What else could it have been?</p><p>"AHEM!", the voice said a bit louder, "I said EXCUSE ME!"</p><p>"Oh... Bertoxxulous saves meesa from the horrible fates. Meesa swears never to drinks again!"</p><p>"You know, you can swear to whatever god you want to. I always encourage the relationship between a god and their believer to grow close. But if you could do this while getting off my wing, I'd be forever grateful.", the voice piped up again. </p><p>This time, Aconitine looked down and nearly blushed through her dark fur. She must have been knee deep in her self loathing thoughts because she didn't even notice that she had walked right on a tiny Fae that was kneeling to fix her shoe.</p><p>"Oh! A thousand pardons, little bug lady. Meesa didn't even sees you.", Aconitine said.</p><p>"Yeah... I noticed.", the Fae said scowling. "And I'm not a bug."</p><p>Aconitine looked away hurt. The Fae looked at her half curious, half amazed. A necro would a conscious for the living?? Interesting...</p><p>The Fae flapped her brilliantly colored red and pink wings about her. They seemed to sparkle with an ethereal energy on their own. Aconitine couldn't help but stare as the pink colored swirled brightly into the red. </p><p>"See? No harm done.", the Fae said and began to float up into the air like the rest of her kind did.</p><p>"Meesa Aconitine.", the ratonga said and held out her bony hand. The Fae looked at her and took one of her long skinny fingers in her hand and began to shake it. </p><p>"Pyretta.", the Fae said and began to form a genuine smile. </p><p>Aconitine noticed a small tiny lute at her feet and her eyes sparkled wide. "Oh! Youssa plays music?"</p><p>Pyretta, grinning slightly, picked up her lute and gave a slow nod. "Would you like to hear some?"</p><p>Aconitine doesn't remember much after that....</p><p>"Wait, wait... you mean to tell me that a Fairy sang you into some sort of dream trance and THAT'S the reason why you couldn't get my apples??", Akahsha said with her arms folded.</p><p>"Wells... yes. They are all overs Greater Faydark. The Wood Elves don't lives there no mores.", Aconitine said looking down embarrassed. She had come back empty handed.</p><p>Akahsha laughed. "Really, Aconitine. You could have simply told me that you weren't feeling well from the night before and that's the reason why you couldn't get them. There's no reason to lie."</p>

[BrokenAria]

<p>/em claps excitedly!</p><p>First submission. I won't say anything about the fic- not just yet. I don't want to make myself seem biased before others have submitted their own... if they plan to. I hope they do, I really enjoy reading them.</p>

[valkry]

<span style="color: #006633">Going the very short (33 words), hopefully sweet, much implied, but little actually said route....</span> There were too many to count. Innumberable masses of fresh apples went into the making of a splendid Greater Faydark Wine, only to be wasted on a love-sick, drunken, wretch of a Ratonga. <span style="color: #009933">So now that I've posted my entry, I can let myself read Mys's.</span> <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />

[Ekuthh]

<p><span style="color: #33cc00">87 words.</span> </p><p>There were too many to count. Innumerable masses of Ratonga were pouring out of the forests of Greater Faydark! </p><p>Driven wild by the intoxicating effects of a bad batch of Apple Wine, they ran in a gigantic fur-covered frenzy towards the cliffs above the sea.</p><p>Gnashing their teeth and twitching their whiskers, they hurtled themselves against the empty air as though seeking to shed the empty husks of their existences... </p><p>Only to have their hopes of freedom dashed with their broken carcasses on the uncaring rocks below.</p>

[Eriol]

What an interesting idea.... though "innumberable" isn't a word, but "innumerable" is.  <img src="/smilies/8a80c6485cd926be453217d59a84a888.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> <hr /><b>The Surface Dweller</b> There were too many to count.  Innumerable masses of apples lay near the tree.  Split in half.  Or quarters.  Or eighths.  Or even some that were nearly intact with a mere sliver cut off, less than a human hair's amount shaved off.  Or a Ratonga's hair, as the case happened to be. Potul took a swig from the bottle of wine he had stolen on his way out of Kaladim.  It was rank, worse than if it had turned to vinegar, but it kept him feeling alive.  Just enough bite kept him sane.  Any more would have dulled his reflexes.  Any less and his emotions would overwhelm him.  It's not every day that a Ratonga left the Serilian Horde.  Then again, it wasn't every day that a Ratonga felt more at home in the Faydark than the depths of the Underfoot. He didn't really know when it started.  Part of him had always felt a little unease underground.  Very strange to a creature born and raised there,  but he knew he was never comfortable.  Ironically, when all of his squadmates were squinting and complaining above ground, he finally didn't feel that unease.  But it was when they proceeded into Greater Faydark that he truly felt at home.  He hadn't felt anything like it in his entire life. Potul bisected another apple in frustration from his bow. Which still left him with a problem.  Did he risk going amongst the Fae?  And worse, the dwarves?  They were in Kelethin as well.  How could they accept him?  Forgive him... He dropped to his knees, curled up, and wept.  Ratonga didn't cry.  Ever.  But he did now.  For those he hurt.  For those he killed.  For those he never knew that he had helped lock out of their homes.  The homes he had helped take by slaughtering all before him.  He cried, and the rain started around him.  The sky didn't darken, in fact the sun seemed to brighten around the young creature.  His feelings of comfort and warmth in the great forest only grew stronger, and he felt his guilt wash away in the mercy of forgiveness.  And he knew She had forgiven him.  As he felt a loop curl around his neck, cradling it, not choking, he knew where he had to go, and what he had to do to truly atone.  He slung the bow across his back, and went to join those who could tell him more. The fae guard was more than a little surprised.  Downright shocked in fact.  A Ratonga was sauntering  towards the lift on the path.  Not sneaking, not prowling, but sauntering towards the lift, like he didn't have a care in the world.  And smiling.  All of this was very unusual for any of the Ratonga that he had known.  But as he got closer the guard saw he was wearing a necklace of willow and ivy.  It symbolized those who devote their lives to defending Tunare's gifts.  And it was still alive. Potul saw the look of astonishment from the guard at his necklace, smiled at him, and asked, "Please sir, if you could lead me to the Priestess of Growth, I would be forever grateful."   The smaller guard bowed and helped him onto the lift into the city. <hr />Word Count: 557 This is the shortest (by far) thing I have ever written for this board.  I hope the feelings came across OK.

[Sha]

Whee sounds like fun <img src="/smilies/283a16da79f3aa23fe1025c96295f04f.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> I might give it a shot <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> Here goes nothing lol <img src="/smilies/283a16da79f3aa23fe1025c96295f04f.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> There were too many to count.  Innumerable masses of ratonga floated around in mid air lazily. All of them sported wings of various shapes and sizes, and the colours were so bright they were were all but offensive to onlookers. 'Oh! its BEAUTIFUL!" A Tier'Dal woman that could only be the Lady Shado screeched upon entering the room. A lady of her stature would be composed, calm and collected at all times and in all situations, but not Shado, she was all flying colours as she raced towards the floating clouds of ratonga and her eyes sparkled with a split personality. "Do they do anything else?" She asks in a blunt voice. The excitable Shado was gone, and instead a blunt and formal Shado stood in her place. The little gnome inventor shook his head at this abrupt change, never in all his years.. "Well?! do they do anything ELSE!?" the dark elven womans voice cut like a knife at the inventor and he stammered out his response. "I.. err. they... well.. um.. they juggle!" the gnome blurts out after watching Shado's face become more thunderous with each stutter. "Oooh! really?!" Excitable Shado was back. "Lets see! Lets see! Hey, whats your name again? Mr gnome-person-inventor-guy?" "Foozlegizzlefizzbop ma'am." Shado raises her eyebrows and is silent for a moment, then says "I'll call you Bop." "Uh.. very well ma'am." The abbreviated gnome scuttles over to the ratonga, claps his hands once and mimes juggling for the bobbing, floating masses. All at once, the ratonga decend and arrange themselves in neat rows. Bop frowns slightly and then scuttles back over to his changeable mistress "They have nothing to juggle ma'am." Bop cringes as he speaks, fearing her personality has reversed yet again. Shado pouts slightly and stomps off to the corner of the room, where several huge boxes are stacked on top of one another. "I know! We can give them APPLES to juggle!!" Shado's overly cheerful outburst is followed by tinkling laughter more fitting to a wood elf than a dark one. Bop clicks his fingers and the ratonga all scurry over and take three apples each, then resume their uniform lines across the grass. Abruptly the rat-men begin to juggle, first slowly, then more and more rapidly until finally they stop. Delighted applause and an enthusiastic smile greeted the end of this display and Shado turned away to talk to the inventor, not noticing the ratonga had begun to move again. "Delightful! absolutely delightful! now may i ask how you got the wings.. Ahhh!" Shado's question was cut off with a shrill cry as she was pelted with apples. Bits of apple went flying everywhere as row after row the ratonga flung their apples at the confused and shrieking dark elf who was running in circles under the raid of fruit. After the torrential downpour had passed a fuming Shado turns to face Bop, her face twitching and seething with rage. "Yes, that IS a problem i haven't yet found a solution to yet.. I uh.. will get to work on it right away.." the little gnome reaches up and pulls a bit of apple out of the still-seething Dark elves hair. "Can.. can i get you some wine?" He asks tentatively. "No thank you." a falsely bright and cheery expression suddenly makes Bop more afraid than he was before. And from then on, winged ratonga were exterminated, gnome punting became a sport, and Foozlegizzlefizzbop the inventor discovered that certain types of mushrooms in Greater Faydark provide more of a cushioning effect to falling than others, though he has not been seen testing this theory. **roughly proofread, 610 words**

[BrokenAria]

<cite>Eriol wrote:</cite><blockquote><p>What an interesting idea.... though "innumberable" isn't a word, but "innumerable" is.  <img src="/smilies/8a80c6485cd926be453217d59a84a888.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /></p><p>---</p><p>This is the shortest (by far) thing I have ever written for this board.  I hope the feelings came across OK.</p></blockquote><p>I'm a huge fan of making up words. Haha. It sounded right and I was just posting quickly, but you knew what I mean't. </p><p>/em hands Eriol the badge that dubs them Arhea's official made-up word finder person... something, something.</p><p>I like flash fiction exercises because it really requires you to be creative, sew your words together wisely and for those who tend to write longer passages- practice on portraying that feeling, thought or action with out taking 5 years. (I tend to be guilty of this.)</p><p>I love all of these so far! </p><p>/em squeels with delight!</p><p>Now, question, do you guys enjoy this? (Has tons of writing exercises/challenges in her brain.) I would totally consider posting/facilitating more, maybe once every couple of weeks if you all like them. </p>

[MysidiaDrakkenbane]

<p>I LOVE this idea. This little bit actually got the gears moving in my head for me to write my last chapter. I was in a rut and this was the perfect thing for me to keep going.</p><p>Please, do continue this and if I'm able, I'll keep participating. =)</p>

[Sha]

I really like it too lol good for people like me who lack the ability to write a good, long story <img src="/smilies/69934afc394145350659cd7add244ca9.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> i'd love to participate in more things like this, its awesome fun <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />

[Eriol]

I'm in a massive rut for the current story I'm in the middle of (and by massive I mean "hasn't progressed in over a year" ) so I think this is great.  Lets the creative juices flow without being tied down to other elements. I would suggest on the next one that you put at MAXIMUM two elements required (seems too contrived otherwise IMO), and maybe drop the opening sentence too, or make it more broad.  But that's of course just IMO, and I'll just be glad of any starting point.

[Sordia]

There were too many to count. Innumerable masses of Arasi flittering in and out of Neriak as if it had somehow come to reside in Greater Faydark instead of The Darklight Woods.  They had been become a twisted and sadistic version of their brethren the Fae, but they were still annoying little bugs whose constant chittering and fluttering caused Jystana's fingers to twitch as she resisted the urge to pin one beneath her feet and rip off its wings.  She sat however, and sipped on her apple wine, watching as a ratonga was lured by one of the vampires that inhabited the D'Morte's tavern into a back room, the promise of shinny treasure proving more powerful then common sense. Jystana picked up her bag, and began the walk back to her new rooms wondering how long it would take until her bedroom was wallpapered with delicate wings, and how many fangs she would have to collect before the vampires and Cristanos' playthings learned to give her a wide berth.

[BrokenAria]

<p>EDIT: I made a short less bittified post. I left the original though, you may find it interesting. It's just long so I seem like a know-it-all... and here I go again. Long-winded. ARGH! There is no winning!</p><p>Eriol wrote: </p><blockquote>I would suggest on the next one that you put at MAXIMUM two elements required (seems too contrived otherwise IMO), and maybe drop the opening sentence too, or make it more broad.  But that's of course just IMO, and I'll just be glad of any starting point. </blockquote><p>Short version and less know-it-all: </p><p>Not all of them will have this format. Thanks for the input!</p><p>---</p><p>Original version and after re-reading it, I seem like a bitta. Maybe I don't.:</p><p><i><span style="font-size: xx-small">There's so many ways to run these challenges. Each "challenge" is different too, because some people like having to fit elements(whether is 1 or 10- yes, I have participated in uber contrived FFCs)  into the story (which just to clarify- it's not to seem contrived, the idea is to break what seems like the logical use of those elements and be creative). Though not all of them will require a lot and will be far more broad/open-ended, others will require that you have to write in first person, others don't give you a starting sentence but they tell you the setting, then another one of my personal favorites... is a passage or so from EQ lore/other fiction(by permission only of course) and you have to flash write what happened at a certain spot. So... if somewhere in the passage the Knight leaned over to his Page and there was an exchange that happened that was not detailed... you will detail it. </span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: xx-small">I have difficulty when the voice is chosen for me or the setting/character. Some people will find the rules more challenging than others. Sometimes you'll hate them and not participate, other times you'll love them. I just hope everyone gets something out of them which it seems like people will. Even the lurkers! They get to read! Maybe even dip their foot in the pool?</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: xx-small">However, do certainly give me feed back about the challenges. I like them. <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> They help me knowing what you like, don't like, love or loathe... because of course I'll give you more of what you hate! So... next challenege... 10 elements into the story and an opening paragraph!</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: xx-small">I am so totally kidding, I would let you all murder me for that.</span></i></p><p><i><span style="font-size: xx-small">And by all means! If someone thinks of a good challenge or has one, do it or PM it my way and I'll use it. </span></i></p>

[niko_teen]

small text.... eyes ouch... bleeding.... /twitch

[niko_teen]

Arhea@Crushbone wrote: <blockquote>Original version and after re-reading it, I seem like a bitta. Maybe I don't.:</blockquote><p> To be brutally honest. Cause well I'm a blunt person at most times. When i frist read it iwas like <a href="mailto:#@$" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">#@$%</a>@ That who the <a href="mailto:#@$" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">#@$%</a>@ coem and dictate to me @#$%@ that. But as time went by i realized tha ti was Just being Tea =). That and me thinking this is a little too close to homework, but it only took me a day to get over myself. But hey I'm a pompus [Removed for Content] /shrug.</p><p>Now I'm currently working What sort of style i want to do. I'm almost type cast myself with my 2 (or three depending on if you count the series as a single story) storys. Tea is just an all around [Removed for Content] and Niko is a punk in the second story line. So I'm running through my mind to find something different. Know what i mean? Don't knwo if I'll have it done in time. Not the writting part the deciding on a theme part.</p>

[valkry]

<p>I did a happy dance when I first read the idea. Way (ok, way, way, way) back in 5th grade I had a teacher who taught us creative writting by giving us 3 pringles cans that had different story elements in them. You took one card out of each of the 3 cans & had to write a story using them. </p><p>I would love to see the challenges range from 2 ideas all the way up to 10. While it can get a bit contrived to fit more elements in the story, it can also be a real creative challenge to force a plausible story around that many ideas. (& I'm all for really, really challenging my creativity). That & I gain so many ideas from the other authors, it is fasinating to see how different the stories are from each other & how close the author's stick to their 'normal' story style.</p><p>/stands firmly in the camp of those who make up words (, punctuation & spelling)! /salute ee cummings & James Joyce </p>

[niko_teen]

<p>There were too many to count. Innumerable masses of baked goodies. Niko has spent then entire night up cooking to put together this spread. </p><p>After taking into account that the main reason Gia had been able to steal Gwarsh away from him was her provisioning prowess. Niko had researched troll cooking, since Gwarsh is a sexy troll paladin, and put together his masterpiece.</p><p>Baked fae in a sweet apple crembula, sautéed Rantonga toes with onions, mushrooms and a health dousing of cooking wine, to kill of the funguses that grew on Rantonga feet, made up the main course. Of course there were more entrées to numerable to mention, he had spent the whole night cooking.</p><p>With the table set Niko popped open a bottle of gnomish spirits he had acquired in Greater Faydark and wandered back to his study. Now if only his troll boy lover would return to him.</p><hr /><p>Well I wanted something different. Word count 150. FTR i don't really have a troll boy lover it's an insiders joke from the Circle of the Greater Wyrm. But Gia, Keera and auntie should all get it.</p><p>BTW valk i wouldnt be able to stick to my normal style with a 2k word limit I mean in 2 thousand words can i really make you like a character just to kill them?</p>

[MysidiaDrakkenbane]

Machene might be disappointed. <img src="/smilies/8a80c6485cd926be453217d59a84a888.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />

[BrokenAria]

<p>/em bounces about.</p><p>Just a reminder this challenge will end 11:59 PM on June 13th. I will post awards, thoughts and baked goods on Thursday night. Well, maybe not baked goods. That would be cool if you could email food, I could go for some cherry vanilla caked with cream cheese frosting about now.</p><p><i>[edit]: REALLY bad typographical errors. </i></p>

[Gwarsh]

<cite>niko_teen wrote:</cite><blockquote><p>There were too many to count. Innumerable masses of baked goodies. Niko has spent then entire night up cooking to put together this spread. </p><p>After taking into account that the main reason Gia had been able to steal Gwarsh away from him was her provisioning prowess. Niko had researched troll cooking, since Gwarsh is a sexy troll paladin, and put together his masterpiece.</p><p>Baked fae in a sweet apple crembula, sautéed Rantonga toes with onions, mushrooms and a health dousing of cooking wine, to kill of the funguses that grew on Rantonga feet, made up the main course. Of course there were more entrées to numerable to mention, he had spent the whole night cooking.</p><p>With the table set Niko popped open a bottle of gnomish spirits he had acquired in Greater Faydark and wandered back to his study. Now if only his troll boy lover would return to him.</p><hr /><p>Well I wanted something different. Word count 150. FTR i don't really have a troll boy lover it's an insiders joke from the Circle of the Greater Wyrm. But Gia, Keera and auntie should all get it.</p><p>BTW valk i wouldnt be able to stick to my normal style with a 2k word limit I mean in 2 thousand words can i really make you like a character just to kill them?</p></blockquote>mmmm tae, that sounds delicious!

[BrokenAria]

<p>As you all know, the "challenge" closed last night and I was excited you all participated. I'm not really going to say who did the best or was the most creative because you are your own critic- you don't need another one. Secondly, I loved them all. </p><p>It was mentioned earlier that- it is neat to see the personal flair of each writer seems to linger around too. At the same time, sometimes with a word limit... that flair you know and love is replaced by something else. Another voice that maybe we should hear more of. </p><p>Some of you found this fun, some of you found it a bit formulated or too cut & paste, others found it actually challenging... and for some- we poked at your muse. Every flash fiction will be a bit different than the last. This week you may find it easy or fun, next week you may want to throw your pencil... at the same time... I don't want to scare your muse. </p><p>If you do not like a challenge or feel it is homework... don't do it. I'm not going to post them every couple of weeks and expect replies from everyone. They are here for you. </p><p>And please- feel free to save the challenges for your own personal use later or even... if you don't feel like posting your work. I still encourage you to try them out.</p><p>So, job well done! I had plenty of excellent mini-tales to read on my birthday!</p><p>-- Breaks out fresh baked cookies and goods for everyone! --</p>

[niko_teen]

<p>it was all done for your Birthday.... Why you little sneak. I likes hehehehe </p>

[SilverclawII]

<p><i>'ere's my little bit.</i></p><p>The Barbarian merchant continued to polish the wine bottle, even though he had nearly cleaned the label right off.  He couldn't help it.</p><p>A young Ratonga had been pacing around his stall for serveral moments, trying to look busy, but the merchant could tell its eyes were on a wax covered cheese wheel on top of the counter.  He didn't look wealthy enough too buy a single slice, but it kept pacing and looking at the cheese wheel.</p><p>That made the Barbarian nervous, and whenever he got nervous he had to work with his hands.  So it was either clean the bottles or throttle the Ratonga, and he didn't want a bad reputation with the ones willing to pay his price of five gold a slice.</p><p>Finally the Ratonga piped up, "Why's yous wines so much?"</p><p>"Because it comes from Greater Faydark," the Barabarian growled.  "It's pricy to get, so it's eve' pricer to sell."</p><p>Then the Ratonga got to the real item on its mind, "Is cheeses froms Greater Faydarks?"</p><p>"No," was the blunt answer.</p><p>"Then whys...?"</p><p>"Because I charge what I feel like chargin', that's why!" the merchant yelled, slamming the bottle on the counter.  "Ye goin' to buy somethin' or just asks questions?"</p><p>The Ratonga frowned, or at least what the Barbarian thought was a frown, dug into his pockets and pulled out two silver pieces.  "Whats I gets for this?" he asked placing the coins in the merchant's big hands.</p><p>The Barbarian thought for just a moment.  Without taking his eyes off the Ratonga he pulled a very squishy and rotten apple from beneath the counter and dropped it his "customer's" small hands.  "This," he grunted.  "Now beat it!"</p><p>The Ratonga tossed the rotten fruit between his paws and said with a sneaky smile, "Perfects!"</p><p>When the merchant looked at the rat in disgust, he got a faceful of splattered apple!  The dirty theif had hit him right between the eyes!  By the time he got the mush and juice out of his eyes, the Ratonga, and the cheese wheel, were gone.</p><p><i>346 Words.  Was fun, thanks for the challenge.</i></p>

[AvalonSpirit]

<cite>niko_teen wrote:</cite><blockquote><p>There were too many to count. Innumerable masses of baked goodies. Niko has spent then entire night up cooking to put together this spread. </p><p>After taking into account that the main reason Gia had been able to steal Gwarsh away from him was her provisioning prowess. Niko had researched troll cooking, since Gwarsh is a sexy troll paladin, and put together his masterpiece.</p><p>Baked fae in a sweet apple crembula, sautéed Rantonga toes with onions, mushrooms and a health dousing of cooking wine, to kill of the funguses that grew on Rantonga feet, made up the main course. Of course there were more entrées to numerable to mention, he had spent the whole night cooking.</p><p>With the table set Niko popped open a bottle of gnomish spirits he had acquired in Greater Faydark and wandered back to his study. Now if only his troll boy lover would return to him.</p><hr /><p>Well I wanted something different. Word count 150. FTR i don't really have a troll boy lover it's an insiders joke from the Circle of the Greater Wyrm. But Gia, Keera and auntie should all get it.</p><p>BTW valk i wouldnt be able to stick to my normal style with a 2k word limit I mean in 2 thousand words can i really make you like a character just to kill them?</p></blockquote><p>nice try tea.....but you still dont have the secret.......mwahhaha</p><p>/dashes off singing something about chocolate silk pies and cheesecake....... </p>

[BrokenAria]

<p>Very nicely played, Silverclaw.</p>

[SilverclawII]

Thanks. Just looked at the requirments and realized there was a due date and a beginning that I need to start by. Ah well, the items were fun enough for me.  I may keep an eye out for additional ingredients.