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The Elysium Academy of Culinary Excellence teaches that one should strive for self-improvement every day of one's life, and a part of this is keeping an open mind towards new ways to provide exemplary service. True to these principles and mind focused by Tourna's stew, a beautifully crafted bird springs from Vesper's craft, the proceedings ever so briefly stopping so everyone can observe the occasion.

With immaculate elegance, the avian flies to the spoon-wielding kobold captain, who adjusts his fedora and blinks at what he is seeing, the bird turning more and more red, wings ablaze until it becomes a phoenix. Which promptly begins a dive, engulfing the kobold in an explosion of fire! The ramenooze seems hardly bothered, but the same can hardly be said of the smoking Akimbold (much like Santokumaru has become increasingly crispy), who did his best to shield himself with his spoon.

Notably weakened, falling onto a knee on the relaxed ramen-slime, he shoots a thoroughly irritated look at the elven butler from beneath his now even blacker hat. Before simply throwing his spoon, bonking Vesper on the head, making it momentarily difficult for him to focus on his newfound craft. The spoon rebounds in a high arc back to Akimbold, but as it does, the captain can only watch the sky burn, courtesy of true Honyakian Knifesmanship channeled through the terrible might of Gyuuto. "I-Inconceivable!"

The Ramena Bowl's rising waters and trees are tinted a deep red from the fires of burning falling rope, partially floating in the vortex, as Akimbold catches his spoon with contempt and a shaky hand. "Better to be a false dragon than a dragon's servant!" the kobold snarls, black puffs of soot escaping his snout with every syllable. He points his by now badly charred spoon at Santokumaru and by extension the whole party, the Ramenooze beneath the kobold swaying amidst the moody atmosphere.

"I see it is the tall folks' nature to follow your master's example and set fire to your enemies' home, just as you set fire to your nood-" The dancing Ramenooze's large, translucent red tongue slaps Akimbold in the face (and his entire frontside, really), muffling the rest of his words. In the awkward pause, the party hears and sees the kobolds above abandoning their object throwing ways in favor of untying knots of burning ropes before they can set fire to the platforms. That and they really do not feel like standing on bridges that might collapse soon between crazy hoomins throwing knife slashes, lightning, and cutlery. The Krew in charge of swinging around and blowing over the boat are now awkwardly hanging near the boat on the last bits of rope kinda-sorta fastened somewhere above. They appear busy trying to blend into the background or appear like furniture, so close to weapon range of the party, while quietly trying to climb higher and away from the rising waters.

Being out of a job momentarily, with the lugging around of crates to the throne room being handled by other kobolds, a few of the small creatures are sitting on the edge of the wooden platforms or return to hammocks, at times holding a stick with improvised marshmallows towards a burning rope.

The Ramenooze's tongue retracts, leaving Cap'n Akimbold's front much cleaner, if a little wet, and noticably less harmed. Having been interrupted in his monologue, and also watching the somewhat ghastly display of the party having their lives flash before their eyes (in a way) courtesy of Eleanora, also leaving them much healthier than before... well, this really isn't Akimbold's day. The hanging kobold near Vesper who tried to use his chance to slap the butler with its oversized fan also simply misses and tries to pass it off as fanning air cooling air at the well-mannered elf while whistling inconspicuously.

It really doesn't help that the somewhat irate Stewbot resoundingly bonks him on the head. With a spoon no less. The other kobolds gasp. Above someone is handing out assorted nuts to the forming audience.

That's it! A line has been crossed!

"You have made a powerful enemy today, Soupy False Spoonsage!" Akimbold fumes, shaking his spoon as a bump forms on his head, leaving his hat sitting askew. "Have at you!"

Since there are no convenient ropes available nearby, Cap'n Akimbold has to improvise! He leaps onto the head of one of his Krew, the hat-less Krew kobold acting like a cat whose head has just been critically hit by a slice of cheese, before the additional momentum from the swing is used by Akimbold to leap to the next while trying to make a swing-by strike at Tourna. It is an awkward display of dismayed nasal kobold noises as their captain steps on their snouts, and Akimbold acrobatics. But Santokumaru just has to ruin things by blocking every single attack.

"Out of my way, Wet Noodle Burner! The honor of the Way of the Spoon has been insulted!" The party can practically see the steam coming out of Akimbold (and his very blackened spoon), who jumps back onto the ramen-slime, stamping his foot, which sends harmless waves through the ooze ("Pwih?").

Serving 3

Bon Appetit!

Initiative:

1. Chefs of the Round
2. Ramenooze
3. Chefs of the Round
4. Kobold Krew
5. Chefs of the Round
6. Cap'n Akimbold
7. Chefs of the Round
8. Cap'n Akimbold

First enemy turn: The Ramenooze seems confused and is investigating what is happening with Akimbold. It appears to take defensive action, also happening to get between Akimbold and the party in the process!

Second enemy turn: The Kobold Krew, having been reminded of their duty by having been briefly jumped on, are trying to attack Vesper again! Third time's the charm!

Third enemy turn: Clearly, the damned Noodle Burner needs to go before the False Spooner can be brought to justice! Cap'n Akimbold prepares to attack Santokumaru!

Fourth enemy turn: Speaking of which, the Crazy Curse Girl with her lightning bolts and disturbing ghost healing is just creepy and getting on his nerves! Inverting his spoon, a ranged attack at Eleanora is prepared!

Clocks:

Goal Clock: Rope Budget Cuts ✅✅✅✅✅✅

The Elysium Academy of Culinary Excellence teaches that one should strive for self-improvement every day of one's life, and a part of this is keeping an open mind towards new ways to provide exemplary service. True to these principles and mind focused by Tourna's stew, a beautifully crafted bird springs from Vesper's craft, the proceedings ever so briefly stopping so everyone can observe the occasion.

With immaculate elegance, the avian flies to the spoon-wielding kobold captain, who adjusts his fedora and blinks at what he is seeing, the bird turning more and more red, wings ablaze until it becomes a phoenix. Which promptly begins a dive, engulfing the kobold in an explosion of fire! The ramenooze seems hardly bothered, but the same can hardly be said of the smoking Akimbold (much like Santokumaru has become increasingly crispy), who did his best to shield himself with his spoon.

Notably weakened, falling onto a knee on the relaxed ramen-slime, he shoots a thoroughly irritated look at the elven butler from beneath his now even blacker hat. Before simply throwing his spoon, bonking Vesper on the head, making it momentarily difficult for him to focus on his newfound craft. The spoon rebounds in a high arc back to Akimbold, but as it does, the captain can only watch the sky burn, courtesy of true Honyakian Knifesmanship channeled through the terrible might of Gyuuto. "I-Inconceivable!"

The Ramena Bowl's rising waters and trees are tinted a deep red from the fires of burning falling rope, partially floating in the vortex, as Akimbold catches his spoon with contempt and a shaky hand. "Better to be a false dragon than a dragon's servant!" the kobold snarls, black puffs of soot escaping his snout with every syllable. He points his by now badly charred spoon at Santokumaru and by extension the whole party, the Ramenooze beneath the kobold swaying amidst the moody atmosphere.

"I see it is the tall folks' nature to follow your master's example and set fire to your enemies' home, just as you set fire to your nood-" The dancing Ramenooze's large, translucent red tongue slaps Akimbold in the face (and his entire frontside, really), muffling the rest of his words. In the awkward pause, the party hears and sees the kobolds above abandoning their object throwing ways in favor of untying knots of burning ropes before they can set fire to the platforms. That and they really do not feel like standing on bridges that might collapse soon between crazy hoomins throwing knife slashes, lightning, and cutlery. The Krew in charge of swinging around and blowing over the boat are now awkwardly hanging near the boat on the last bits of rope kinda-sorta fastened somewhere above. They appear busy trying to blend into the background or appear like furniture, so close to weapon range of the party, while quietly trying to climb higher and away from the rising waters.

Being out of a job momentarily, with the lugging around of crates to the throne room being handled by other kobolds, a few of the small creatures are sitting on the edge of the wooden platforms or return to hammocks, at times holding a stick with improvised marshmallows towards a burning rope.

The Ramenooze's tongue retracts, leaving Cap'n Akimbold's front much cleaner, if a little wet, and noticably less harmed. Having been interrupted in his monologue, and also watching the somewhat ghastly display of the party having their lives flash before their eyes (in a way) courtesy of Eleanora, also leaving them much healthier than before... well, this really isn't Akimbold's day. The hanging kobold near Vesper who tried to use his chance to slap the butler with its oversized fan also simply misses and tries to pass it off as fanning air cooling air at the well-mannered elf while whistling inconspicuously.

It really doesn't help that the somewhat irate Stewbot resoundingly bonks him on the head. With a spoon no less. The other kobolds gasp. Above someone is handing out assorted nuts to the forming audience.

That's it! A line has been crossed!

"You have made a powerful enemy today, Soupy False Spoonsage!" Akimbold fumes, shaking his spoon as a bump forms on his head, leaving his hat sitting askew. "Have at you!"

Since there are no convenient ropes available nearby, Cap'n Akimbold has to improvise! He leaps onto the head of one of his Krew, the hat-less Krew kobold acting like a cat whose head has just been critically hit by a slice of cheese, before the additional momentum from the swing is used by Akimbold to leap to the next while trying to make a swing-by strike at Tourna. It is an awkward display of dismayed nasal kobold noises as their captain steps on their snouts, and Akimbold acrobatics. But Santokumaru just has to ruin things by blocking every single attack.

"Out of my way, Wet Noodle Burner! The honor of the Way of the Spoon has been insulted!" The party can practically see the steam coming out of Akimbold (and his very blackened spoon), who jumps back onto the ramen-slime, stamping his foot, which sends harmless waves through the ooze ("Pwih?").

Serving 3

Bon Appetit!

Initiative:

1. Chefs of the Round
2. Ramenooze
3. Chefs of the Round
4. Kobold Krew
5. Chefs of the Round
6. Cap'n Akimbold
7. Chefs of the Round
8. Cap'n Akimbold

First enemy turn: The Ramenooze seems curious about the boat people, especially the shiny one that made other shiny people appear, so it wants to say hello to Eleanora (with an incidental attack)!

Second enemy turn: The Kobold Krew, having been reminded of their duty by having been briefly jumped on, are trying to attack Vesper again! Third time's the charm!

Third enemy turn: Clearly, the damned Noodle Burner needs to go before the False Spooner can be brought to justice! Cap'n Akimbold prepares to attack Santokumaru!

Fourth enemy turn: Speaking of which, the Crazy Curse Girl with her lightning bolts and disturbing ghost healing is just creepy and getting on his nerves! Inverting his spoon, a ranged attack at Eleanora is prepared!

Clocks:

Goal Clock: Rope Budget Cuts ✅✅✅✅✅✅

The Elysium Academy of Culinary Excellence teaches that one should strive for self-improvement every day of one's life, and a part of this is keeping an open mind towards new ways to provide exemplary service. True to these principles and mind focused by Tourna's stew, a beautifully crafted bird springs from Vesper's craft, the proceedings ever so briefly stopping so everyone can observe the occasion.

With immaculate elegance, the avian flies to the spoon-wielding kobold captain, who adjusts his fedora and blinks at what he is seeing, the bird turning more and more red, wings ablaze until it becomes a phoenix. Which promptly begins a dive, engulfing the kobold in an explosion of fire! The ramenooze seems hardly bothered, but the same can hardly be said of the smoking Akimbold (much like Santokumaru has become increasingly crispy), who did his best to shield himself with his spoon.

Notably weakened, falling onto a knee on the relaxed ramen-slime, he shoots a thoroughly irritated look at the elven butler from beneath his now even blacker hat. Before simply throwing his spoon, bonking Vesper on the head, making it momentarily difficult for him to focus on his newfound craft. The spoon rebounds in a high arc back to Akimbold, but as it does, the captain can only watch the sky burn, courtesy of true Honyakian Knifesmanship channeled through the terrible might of Gyuuto. "I-Inconceivable!"

The Ramena Bowl's rising waters and trees are tinted a deep red from the fires of burning falling rope, partially floating in the vortex, as Akimbold catches his spoon with contempt and a shaky hand. "Better to be a false dragon than a dragon's servant!" the kobold snarls, black puffs of soot escaping his snout with every syllable. He points his by now badly charred spoon at Santokumaru and by extension the whole party, the Ramenooze beneath the kobold swaying amidst the moody atmosphere.

"I see it is the tall folks' nature to follow your master's example and set fire to your enemies' home, just as you set fire to your nood-" The dancing Ramenooze's large, translucent red tongue slaps Akimbold in the face (and his entire frontside, really), muffling the rest of his words. In the awkward pause, the party hears and sees the kobolds above abandoning their object throwing ways in favor of untying knots of burning ropes before they can set fire to the platforms. That and they really do not feel like standing on bridges that might collapse soon between crazy hoomins throwing knife slashes, lightning, and cutlery. The Krew in charge of swinging around and blowing over the boat are now awkwardly hanging near the boat on the last bits of rope kinda-sorta fastened somewhere above. They appear busy trying to blend into the background or appear like furniture, so close to weapon range of the party, while quietly trying to climb higher and away from the rising waters.

Being out of a job momentarily, with the lugging around of crates to the throne room being handled by other kobolds, a few of the small creatures are sitting on the edge of the wooden platforms or return to hammocks, at times holding a stick with improvised marshmallows towards a burning rope.

The Ramenooze's tongue retracts, leaving Cap'n Akimbold's front much cleaner, if a little wet, and noticably less harmed. Having been interrupted in his monologue, and also watching the somewhat ghastly display of the party having their lives flash before their eyes (in a way) courtesy of Eleanora, also leaving them much healthier than before... well, this really isn't Akimbold's day. The hanging kobold near Vesper who tried to use his chance to slap the butler with its oversized fan also simply misses and tries to pass it off as fanning air cooling air at the well-mannered elf while whistling inconspicuously.

It really doesn't help that the somewhat irate Stewbot resoundingly bonks him on the head. With a spoon no less. The other kobolds gasp. Above someone is handing out assorted nuts to the forming audience.

That's it! A line has been crossed!

"You have made a powerful enemy today, Soupy False Spoonsage!" Akimbold fumes, shaking his spoon as a bump forms on his head, leaving his hat sitting askew. "Have at you!"

Since there are no convenient ropes available nearby, Cap'n Akimbold has to improvise! He leaps onto the head of one of his Krew, the hat-less Krew kobold acting like a cat whose head has just been critically hit by a slice of cheese, before the additional momentum from the swing is used by Akimbold to leap to the next while trying to make a swing-by strike at Tourna. It is an awkward display of dismayed nasal kobold noises as their captain steps on their snouts, and Akimbold acrobatics. But Santokumaru just has to ruin things by blocking every single attack.

"Out of my way, Wet Noodle Burner! The honor of the Way of the Spoon has been insulted!" The party can practically see the steam coming out of Akimbold (and his very blackened spoon), who jumps back onto the ramen-slime, stamping his foot, which sends harmless waves through the ooze ("Pwih?").

Serving 3

Bon Appetit!

Initiative:

1. Chefs of the Round
2. Ramenooze
3. Chefs of the Round
4. Kobold Krew
5. Chefs of the Round
6. Cap'n Akimbold
7. Chefs of the Round
8. Cap'n Akimbold

First enemy turn: The Ramenooze seems confused and is investigating what is happening with Akimbold. It appears to take defensive action, also happening to get between Akimbold and the party in the process!

Second enemy turn: The Kobold Krew, having been reminded of their duty by having been briefly jumped on, are trying to attack Vesper again! Third time's the charm!

Third enemy turn: Clearly, the damned Noodle Burner needs to go before the False Spooner can be brought to justice! Cap'n Akimbold prepares to attack Santokumaru!

Fourth enemy turn: Speaking of which, the Crazy Curse Girl with her lightning bolts and disturbing ghost healing is just creepy and getting on his nerves! Inverting his spoon, a ranged attack at Eleanora is prepared!

Clocks:

Goal Clock: Rope Budget Cuts ✅✅✅✅✅✅

The Elysium Academy of Culinary Excellence teaches that one should strive for self-improvement every day of one's life, and a part of this is keeping an open mind towards new ways to provide exemplary service. True to these principles and mind focused by Tourna's stew, a beautifully crafted bird springs from Vesper's craft, the proceedings ever so briefly stopping so everyone can observe the occasion.

With immaculate elegance, the avian flies to the spoon-wielding kobold captain, who adjusts his fedora and blinks at what he is seeing, the bird turning more and more red, wings ablaze until it becomes a phoenix. Which promptly begins a dive, engulfing the kobold in an explosion of fire! The ramenooze seems hardly bothered, but the same can hardly be said of the smoking Akimbold (much like Santokumaru has become increasingly crispy), who did his best to shield himself with his spoon.

Notably weakened, falling onto a knee on the relaxed ramen-slime, he shoots a thoroughly irritated look at the elven butler from beneath his now even blacker hat. Before simply throwing his spoon, bonking Vesper on the head, making it momentarily difficult for him to focus on his newfound craft. The spoon rebounds in a high arc back to Akimbold, but as it does, the captain can only watch the sky burn, courtesy of true Honyakian Knifesmanship channeled through the terrible might of Gyuuto. "I-Inconceivable!"

The Ramena Bowl's rising waters and trees are tinted a deep red from the fires of burning falling rope, partially floating in the vortex, as Akimbold catches his spoon with contempt and a shaky hand. "Better to be a false dragon than a dragon's servant!" the kobold snarls, black puffs of soot escaping his snout with every syllable. He points his by now badly charred spoon at Santokumaru and by extension the whole party, the Ramenooze beneath the kobold swaying amidst the moody atmosphere.

"I see it is the tall folks' nature to follow your master's example and set fire to your enemies' home, just as you set fire to your nood-" The dancing Ramenooze's large, translucent red tongue slaps Akimbold in the face (and his entire frontside, really), muffling the rest of his words. In the awkward pause, the party hears and sees the kobolds above abandoning their object throwing ways in favor of untying knots of burning ropes before they can set fire to the platforms. That and they really do not feel like standing on bridges that might collapse soon between crazy hoomins throwing knife slashes, lightning, and cutlery. The Krew in charge of swinging around and blowing over the boat are now awkwardly hanging near the boat on the last bits of rope kinda-sorta fastened somewhere above. They appear busy trying to blend into the background or appear like furniture, so close to weapon range of the party, while quietly trying to climb higher and away from the rising waters.

Being out of a job momentarily, with the lugging around of crates to the throne room being handled by other kobolds, a few of the small creatures are sitting on the edge of the wooden platforms or return to hammocks, at times holding a stick with improvised marshmallows towards a burning rope.

The Ramenooze's tongue retracts, leaving Cap'n Akimbold's front much cleaner, if a little wet, and noticably less harmed. Having been interrupted in his monologue, and also watching the somewhat ghastly display of the party having their lives flash before their eyes (in a way) courtesy of Eleanora, also leaving them much healthier than before... well, this really isn't Akimbold's day. The hanging kobold near Vesper who tried to use his chance to slap the butler with its oversized fan also simply misses and tries to pass it off as fanning air cooling air at the well-mannered elf while whistling inconspicuously.

It really doesn't help that the somewhat irate Stewbot resoundingly bonks him on the head. With a spoon no less. The other kobolds gasp. Above someone is handing out assorted nuts to the forming audience.

That's it! A line has been crossed!

"You have made a powerful enemy today, Soupy False Spoonsage!" Akimbold fumes, shaking his spoon as a bump forms on his head, leaving his hat sitting askew. "Have at you!"

Since there are no convenient ropes available nearby, Cap'n Akimbold has to improvise! He leaps onto the head of one of his Krew, the hat-less Krew kobold acting like a cat whose head has just been critically hit by a slice of cheese, before the additional momentum from the swing is used by Akimbold to leap to the next while trying to make a swing-by strike at Tourna. It is an awkward display of dismayed nasal kobold noises as their captain steps on their snouts, and Akimbold acrobatics. But Santokumaru just has to ruin things by blocking every single attack.

"Out of my way, Wet Noodle Burner! The honor of the Way of the Spoon has been insulted!" The party can practically see the steam coming out of Akimbold (and his very blackened spoon), who jumps back onto the ramen-slime, stamping his foot, which sends harmless waves through the ooze ("Pwih?").

Serving 3

Bon Appetit!

Initiative:

1. Chefs of the Round
2. Ramenooze
3. Chefs of the Round
4. Kobold Krew
5. Chefs of the Round
6. Cap'n Akimbold
7. Chefs of the Round
8. Cap'n Akimbold

First enemy turn: The Ramenooze seems confused and is investigating what is happening with Akimbold. It appears to take defensive action, also happening to get between Akimbold and the party in the process!

Second enemy turn: The Kobold Krew, having been reminded of their duty by having been briefly jumped on, are trying to attack Vesper again! Third time's the charm!

Third enemy turn: Clearly, the damned Noodle Burner needs to go before the False Spooner can be brought to justice! Cap'n Akimbold prepares to attack Santokumaru!

Fourth enemy turn: Speaking of which, the Crazy Curse Girl with her lightning bolts and disturbing ghost healing is just creepy and getting on his nerves! Inverting his spoon, a ranged attack at Eleanora is prepared!

[tbd, RNG hell in progress]