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[u][b]Cooking Challenge 1: Dish that Honors the Harpies[/b][/u] [b]Dish:[/b] Slow-braised shockshank and crisp-fried puddlehopper skin with meat-onion gravy and amaranth bread. [columns][b]Required (min 3):[/b] [item=shredded rambra carcass] [item=puddlehopper] [item=gamy shockshank] [item=meaty cotton candy] [nextcol][color=transparent]xxxxx [nextcol][b]Also includes:[/b] [item=wild onion] [item=blood spath] [item=salt] [item=cliffside milkweed] [item=amaranth] [item=vegetable oil] [/columns] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=66007290][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/660073/66007290p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22002615][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/220027/22002615p.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=72690990][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/726910/72690990p.png[/img][/url] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/13692094][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/136921/13692094p.png[/img][/url][/center] Asagohan looked over at her boss, Schwifty. Schwifty said, “You’ve got that look in your eye. What are you thinking?” “Soup,” she said. “I figured serving a dish right off our deli’s menu would be a no-brainer.” Spumoni said, “I’m not sure how much harpies would like soup — and wouldn’t a proper soup need more ingredients than just meat, anyway?” Schwifty said, “We could use other ingredients, but the harpies typically don’t touch vegetables, except for garnish and decoration. But you know what we could use rambra broth for? Gravy. I’ve been working on a new dish for the deli; we could modify my recipe to fit a harpy palate. Here’s what we’ll do…” ----- ----- Becias and Asagohan worked to break apart the rambra carcass into smaller, manageable pieces. Into a stockpot they went with enough water to cover. That done, they got to work grinding amaranth seeds into fine flour. Once they had enough, they got some quick yeast, salt, and vegetable oil to make a sticky bread dough. It didn’t need to rise much, and into a high oven it went. Spumoni’s small paws worked well for paring away the fat from around the shockshank. It would cut down the gamey taste and smell. He boiled meat cotton candy with red wine and some of the rambra broth to make a flavorful liquid in which to braise the shank. He placed it in a heavy cooking pot with a lid and poured the liquid over-top. Once the bread had been taken out, there was enough residual heat from the oven to slow-roast the meat. He set a kitchen timer so that he or one of his teammates could baste it with liquid, to keep the meat tender. Becias strained the broth while Asagohan chopped several wild onion bulbs into crescents. She fried them in vegetable oil with some salt until they began to caramelize. She sprinkled in some flour, and then slowly added the rambra broth, cooking everything down into a savory gravy, sure to pair well with the braised shockshank. Becias chopped the rambra meat from the stockpot into tiny bits to add to the gravy as well. Schwifty removed the skin of several puddlehopper frogs. The frogs’ skins had lots of fat attached, like poultry — perfect for [i]chicharrones[/i]. She fried them in a separate pan with their own fat until mostly brown and very crisp. Time to plate! Onto a plate went a big slice of shockshank, its meat burgundy from its sweet, almost fruity braising liquid. Next to it, crispy fried frog skin was stacked up like logs in a fire pit. On the edge of the plate were two slices of dense, filling amaranth bread. Meaty gravy with caramelized onions and chopped rambra bites drizzled over the shank meat. The amaranth bread was already doing its job of sopping up extra gravy that spilled over to it. Finally, as a mixture of Dragonhome and Harpy cultures, they garnished the plate with the petals of a red blood spath — a source of food and beauty in the Earth region — and a lavender cliffside milkweed, native only to Harpy territory. With their dish done, the four Terrathorn cooks shared high-fives all around, waiting eagerly for the judging to take place.
Cooking Challenge 1: Dish that Honors the Harpies

Dish: Slow-braised shockshank and crisp-fried puddlehopper skin with meat-onion gravy and amaranth bread.

Required (min 3):
Shredded Rambra Carcass
Puddlehopper
Gamy Shockshank
Meaty Cotton Candy
xxxxx
Also includes:
Wild Onion Blood Spath
Salt Cliffside Milkweed
Amaranth
Vegetable Oil
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Asagohan looked over at her boss, Schwifty. Schwifty said, “You’ve got that look in your eye. What are you thinking?”

“Soup,” she said. “I figured serving a dish right off our deli’s menu would be a no-brainer.”

Spumoni said, “I’m not sure how much harpies would like soup — and wouldn’t a proper soup need more ingredients than just meat, anyway?”

Schwifty said, “We could use other ingredients, but the harpies typically don’t touch vegetables, except for garnish and decoration. But you know what we could use rambra broth for? Gravy. I’ve been working on a new dish for the deli; we could modify my recipe to fit a harpy palate. Here’s what we’ll do…”

Becias and Asagohan worked to break apart the rambra carcass into smaller, manageable pieces. Into a stockpot they went with enough water to cover. That done, they got to work grinding amaranth seeds into fine flour. Once they had enough, they got some quick yeast, salt, and vegetable oil to make a sticky bread dough. It didn’t need to rise much, and into a high oven it went.

Spumoni’s small paws worked well for paring away the fat from around the shockshank. It would cut down the gamey taste and smell. He boiled meat cotton candy with red wine and some of the rambra broth to make a flavorful liquid in which to braise the shank. He placed it in a heavy cooking pot with a lid and poured the liquid over-top. Once the bread had been taken out, there was enough residual heat from the oven to slow-roast the meat. He set a kitchen timer so that he or one of his teammates could baste it with liquid, to keep the meat tender.

Becias strained the broth while Asagohan chopped several wild onion bulbs into crescents. She fried them in vegetable oil with some salt until they began to caramelize. She sprinkled in some flour, and then slowly added the rambra broth, cooking everything down into a savory gravy, sure to pair well with the braised shockshank. Becias chopped the rambra meat from the stockpot into tiny bits to add to the gravy as well.

Schwifty removed the skin of several puddlehopper frogs. The frogs’ skins had lots of fat attached, like poultry — perfect for chicharrones. She fried them in a separate pan with their own fat until mostly brown and very crisp.

Time to plate! Onto a plate went a big slice of shockshank, its meat burgundy from its sweet, almost fruity braising liquid. Next to it, crispy fried frog skin was stacked up like logs in a fire pit. On the edge of the plate were two slices of dense, filling amaranth bread. Meaty gravy with caramelized onions and chopped rambra bites drizzled over the shank meat. The amaranth bread was already doing its job of sopping up extra gravy that spilled over to it.

Finally, as a mixture of Dragonhome and Harpy cultures, they garnished the plate with the petals of a red blood spath — a source of food and beauty in the Earth region — and a lavender cliffside milkweed, native only to Harpy territory.

With their dish done, the four Terrathorn cooks shared high-fives all around, waiting eagerly for the judging to take place.
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Round 1: [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57668896][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/576689/57668896_350.png[/img] [/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/60350297][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/603503/60350297.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78135643][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/781357/78135643.png[/img][/url] Kada hurried to his station, a bit flustered that they were running late. The journey to the Windswept Plateau had only gotten easier over the years, so there was really no good reason. Behind him trailed Wyatt, so peppy it bordered on jittery, still high on the fumes of his latest "bean juice" concoction. Despite nearly getting the team eliminated for cheating last year, Wyatt's inventions [i]had [/i]wowed the judges, and if there was one thing Kada valued above all else, it was presentation. He was willing to take the risk, at any rate. Their newest team member lagged behind, still a bit shy and unsure of herself. The clan's newest crop of hatchlings was old enough now to take an interest in apprenticing, which for the mirror pups was generally an interest in ripping everything in sight to pieces. When the child propped her head on her pearl to watch Kada cook, he was flattered, if a bit bemused. And so, she had been ushered out the door to experience the world in a safe environment, before facing the true test the Scarred Wasteland would provide in her later years. "Come on Twizz, let's see what ingredients the judges have for us today," Kada called, hoping it sounded encouraging. The team they were facing in the kitchen across from them was already hard at work, and Kada had a feeling his teammates would add more work to his plate rather than less. Any enthusiasm he had put on for the hatchling immediately evaporated the second he saw it. Cotton Candy? Again? Was it not enough to get eliminated on that ingredient last time, it had come back to haunt him in the very first round? Kada looked around him frantically to see what other competitors were making. There were a lot of huge pots set to boil, and meat being cooked on grills and in ovens. It made sense to make a soup. Heck, he had entered his team name as soup every year thinking he would make one, but his ambitions always got the better of him. At home he often made soup out of ingredients just like this, pieces of carcasses and old bones and a handful of mushrooms and lichen could be turned into a meal that served dozens. For plague scavengers, soup hydrates, it stretches thin reserves of food, it distributes medicine, it is a warm comfort in a harsh world. But Kada had made soup easily a hundred times. Part of the fun of a festival was the celebration of plenty. Having any and all ingredients possible at his clawtips. Being able to make whatever he desired in his wildest dreams, not because any dragon needed to eat to live, but for fun, for art. It might be controversial, but team soup would not make a soup this year. "Alright," Kada said, scooting the cotton candy off of his counter and onto the floor. "I think we should make a pot pie. Wyatt, can you make something to..." Kada trailed off when he realized the other dragon had already disappeared. Probably making a nuisance for someone else, no doubt. "Alright, I guess its just you and me kiddo. Lets get the filling made first, then we can worry about the crust." Twizz nodded, stretching her paws out towards the butchers knives on the counter. Kada figured that a plague baby running around with a knife was her natural state, and prep work shouldn't be too dangerous anyhow. She could cut the carrots and onions while he worked on the meat. After wrenching the usable materials out of the Rambra Carcass and Shockshank, Kada lightly seared them in oil and seasonings before adding the vegetables in to cook over low heat for a few hours. Besides mushrooms and garlic, he needed something else, something liquid to help it cook without losing flavor... "Hey Twizz, can you do something for me? We plague cooks know some secrets others don't, and one of that is juice from a fermented plant is really good in recipes. Can you ferment some fruit for me super quick?" Twizz nodded energetically and sneezed on a bowl of fruit, instantly rotting the contents into a brown puddle. "Maybe not like that. We'll work on it." He also needed to incorporate the poisonous puddlehopper, but poison was really just extra flavor in plague. The juices of the frog could be sprinkled over the cooking meat to add a kick to it, which Twizz could also help out with. Having a plague dragon around was useful, when Kada so rarely used his own wind magic to cook. While Twizz experimented with that, Kada quickly made the dough for the crust, appreciating the squishy texture of it between his claws. He didn't often have the ingredients to make bread, and when he did he needed to learn to appreciate the unique flavor and color opportunities that various molds represented, so it was truly a luxury to have normal, beautiful dough in his hands. If he got eliminated today he would still be happy. He wouldn't get eliminated though, surely... Kada looked over at the cotton candy still sitting on the ground near his station, then shook his head. "Wyatt, where are you? We're about to plate our pot pie!" The mirror barreled around the corner, slipping on the cotton candy but catching himself in time. "Draw a picture on it," he huffed in between breaths. They were getting close to time, they needed to act fast. "what?" "Harpies like drawing right? Here, I made this." He hastily shoved a device that looked like a giant pen into Twizz's paws. It made a frighteningly loud grinding noise in her hand, and colored dust sprinkled out of the end. "Draw like you've never drawn before child!" She drew a happy face across the top crust of the pie, then sat back, satisfied with herself. Recipe: [item=vegetable oil][item=shredded rambra carcass][item=gamy shockshank][item=potato onion][item=bell fungus][item=chickweed][item=diseased fungus][item=over-ripe cherries][item=puddlehopper]
Round 1:
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Kada hurried to his station, a bit flustered that they were running late. The journey to the Windswept Plateau had only gotten easier over the years, so there was really no good reason. Behind him trailed Wyatt, so peppy it bordered on jittery, still high on the fumes of his latest "bean juice" concoction. Despite nearly getting the team eliminated for cheating last year, Wyatt's inventions had wowed the judges, and if there was one thing Kada valued above all else, it was presentation. He was willing to take the risk, at any rate. Their newest team member lagged behind, still a bit shy and unsure of herself. The clan's newest crop of hatchlings was old enough now to take an interest in apprenticing, which for the mirror pups was generally an interest in ripping everything in sight to pieces. When the child propped her head on her pearl to watch Kada cook, he was flattered, if a bit bemused. And so, she had been ushered out the door to experience the world in a safe environment, before facing the true test the Scarred Wasteland would provide in her later years.

"Come on Twizz, let's see what ingredients the judges have for us today," Kada called, hoping it sounded encouraging. The team they were facing in the kitchen across from them was already hard at work, and Kada had a feeling his teammates would add more work to his plate rather than less. Any enthusiasm he had put on for the hatchling immediately evaporated the second he saw it. Cotton Candy? Again? Was it not enough to get eliminated on that ingredient last time, it had come back to haunt him in the very first round?

Kada looked around him frantically to see what other competitors were making. There were a lot of huge pots set to boil, and meat being cooked on grills and in ovens. It made sense to make a soup. Heck, he had entered his team name as soup every year thinking he would make one, but his ambitions always got the better of him. At home he often made soup out of ingredients just like this, pieces of carcasses and old bones and a handful of mushrooms and lichen could be turned into a meal that served dozens. For plague scavengers, soup hydrates, it stretches thin reserves of food, it distributes medicine, it is a warm comfort in a harsh world. But Kada had made soup easily a hundred times. Part of the fun of a festival was the celebration of plenty. Having any and all ingredients possible at his clawtips. Being able to make whatever he desired in his wildest dreams, not because any dragon needed to eat to live, but for fun, for art. It might be controversial, but team soup would not make a soup this year.

"Alright," Kada said, scooting the cotton candy off of his counter and onto the floor. "I think we should make a pot pie. Wyatt, can you make something to..." Kada trailed off when he realized the other dragon had already disappeared. Probably making a nuisance for someone else, no doubt. "Alright, I guess its just you and me kiddo. Lets get the filling made first, then we can worry about the crust." Twizz nodded, stretching her paws out towards the butchers knives on the counter. Kada figured that a plague baby running around with a knife was her natural state, and prep work shouldn't be too dangerous anyhow. She could cut the carrots and onions while he worked on the meat.

After wrenching the usable materials out of the Rambra Carcass and Shockshank, Kada lightly seared them in oil and seasonings before adding the vegetables in to cook over low heat for a few hours. Besides mushrooms and garlic, he needed something else, something liquid to help it cook without losing flavor...

"Hey Twizz, can you do something for me? We plague cooks know some secrets others don't, and one of that is juice from a fermented plant is really good in recipes. Can you ferment some fruit for me super quick?" Twizz nodded energetically and sneezed on a bowl of fruit, instantly rotting the contents into a brown puddle. "Maybe not like that. We'll work on it." He also needed to incorporate the poisonous puddlehopper, but poison was really just extra flavor in plague. The juices of the frog could be sprinkled over the cooking meat to add a kick to it, which Twizz could also help out with. Having a plague dragon around was useful, when Kada so rarely used his own wind magic to cook.

While Twizz experimented with that, Kada quickly made the dough for the crust, appreciating the squishy texture of it between his claws. He didn't often have the ingredients to make bread, and when he did he needed to learn to appreciate the unique flavor and color opportunities that various molds represented, so it was truly a luxury to have normal, beautiful dough in his hands. If he got eliminated today he would still be happy. He wouldn't get eliminated though, surely... Kada looked over at the cotton candy still sitting on the ground near his station, then shook his head.

"Wyatt, where are you? We're about to plate our pot pie!" The mirror barreled around the corner, slipping on the cotton candy but catching himself in time.

"Draw a picture on it," he huffed in between breaths. They were getting close to time, they needed to act fast.

"what?"

"Harpies like drawing right? Here, I made this." He hastily shoved a device that looked like a giant pen into Twizz's paws. It made a frighteningly loud grinding noise in her hand, and colored dust sprinkled out of the end. "Draw like you've never drawn before child!"

She drew a happy face across the top crust of the pie, then sat back, satisfied with herself.

Recipe:
Vegetable Oil Shredded Rambra Carcass Gamy Shockshank Potato Onion Bell Fungus Chickweed Diseased Fungus Over-ripe Cherries Puddlehopper
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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/46772243][img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/467723/46772243.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45772591][img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/portraits/457726/45772591.png[/img][/url][/center] Diego returns from the mural to spot their team’s competition working hard on their dish and Jwaila lounging in a nearby chair chowing down on some surplus meat she cooked with the challenge ingredients. [columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/46772243][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/467723/46772243p.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] [color=transparent]_____[/color] [nextcol] "Sticking this meat inside a piece of bread??? [i]That’s rich!![/i]" [/columns] [columns] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/45772591][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/457726/45772591p.png[/img][/url] [nextcol] [color=transparent]_____[/color] [nextcol] "Jwaila! Be nice." [/columns] The nocturne grunts and continues to nibble on her carcass ribs. Diego briefly introduces himself and comments on how he thinks a sandwich is a lovely idea, and that the flatbread recipe is something he’d never seen before. He says they can chat later once the round is over, but that he believes their clans are actually allied with each other and that they’re open to talk to him anytime. He then goes to sit next to Jwaila, though just far enough away to avoid the “splash zone” of meat morsels going flying…. ——— [quote=Day 2 Activity] How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another? [/quote] I don’t personally change any of my dragon’s apparel to match an event (unless there’s new apparel released that I like… sadly not this fest tho). However, my biggest, gustiest dragon probably fits the bill for appropriate attire: TeaFeather! [center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/39202604][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/392027/39202604_350.png[/img][/url][/center] He’s almost never home, always flying about Sornieth at high altitudes with those massive Imperial wings. But he always seems to make an appearance at MistJam to scoop up any badges he might see and to just generally vibe, lol. Diego would probably notice any booths offering body painting and would be interested in learning new techniques, but he’s actually pretty particular about coloring and dressing his own body, so even if the alterations are temporary, he’d probably pass. Not that his fur and scales aren’t bright enough naturally [emoji=tundra winking size=1] @Magmish [s]Stomach is feeling off again so I’m back to being bedbound and attempting to format on mobile, lol.[/s] May the best team win!
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Diego returns from the mural to spot their team’s competition working hard on their dish and Jwaila lounging in a nearby chair chowing down on some surplus meat she cooked with the challenge ingredients.

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The nocturne grunts and continues to nibble on her carcass ribs. Diego briefly introduces himself and comments on how he thinks a sandwich is a lovely idea, and that the flatbread recipe is something he’d never seen before. He says they can chat later once the round is over, but that he believes their clans are actually allied with each other and that they’re open to talk to him anytime. He then goes to sit next to Jwaila, though just far enough away to avoid the “splash zone” of meat morsels going flying….

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Day 2 Activity wrote:
How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another?

I don’t personally change any of my dragon’s apparel to match an event (unless there’s new apparel released that I like… sadly not this fest tho). However, my biggest, gustiest dragon probably fits the bill for appropriate attire: TeaFeather!
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He’s almost never home, always flying about Sornieth at high altitudes with those massive Imperial wings. But he always seems to make an appearance at MistJam to scoop up any badges he might see and to just generally vibe, lol.

Diego would probably notice any booths offering body painting and would be interested in learning new techniques, but he’s actually pretty particular about coloring and dressing his own body, so even if the alterations are temporary, he’d probably pass. Not that his fur and scales aren’t bright enough naturally

@Magmish Stomach is feeling off again so I’m back to being bedbound and attempting to format on mobile, lol. May the best team win!
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Daily Activity: day 2 (monday) [quote]How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another?[/quote] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/78135643][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/781357/78135643_350.png[/img][/url] Since it is Twizz's first time at the festival and away from home, Kada has tied a balloon to her pearl so he can find her at all times. The pearl is heavy enough to keep it weighed down, and she always has it with her, so it works out. She is very interested in the kites, but having lived underground her whole life she has never experienced wind before and might blow away if its too strong! Last year Kada and Wyatt dressed up with masks, but they are a bit worried about offending their harpy friends on accident. So, Kada is buying his usual souvenirs while Wyatt wanders about. Maybe he should get a balloon too, but he's too quick for Kada to catch.
Daily Activity: day 2 (monday)
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How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another?
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Since it is Twizz's first time at the festival and away from home, Kada has tied a balloon to her pearl so he can find her at all times. The pearl is heavy enough to keep it weighed down, and she always has it with her, so it works out. She is very interested in the kites, but having lived underground her whole life she has never experienced wind before and might blow away if its too strong!

Last year Kada and Wyatt dressed up with masks, but they are a bit worried about offending their harpy friends on accident. So, Kada is buying his usual souvenirs while Wyatt wanders about. Maybe he should get a balloon too, but he's too quick for Kada to catch.
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[quote=Day 2] How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another? [/quote] [center][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/498870/49886956.png[/img][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/456979/45697842.png[/img][/center] Delta tucked a feather into Anaconda's mane. "There!" she exclaimed. Anaconda smiled and went over to look in a mirror. The two Wildclaws had gotten all dressed up for the Mistral Jamboree this year with green and orange feather decorations. Delta was also sporting a green mask with wind patterning on it. Anaconda turned back to Delta, smiling. "It looks perfect! I'm so glad you found these. We look all nice and festive." She flapped her wings slightly to fluff her feathers up. The two of them also had colorful feathers interwoven with their own. "Yeah!" Delta agreed. "They were selling them at a stall by the entrance. I can show you where if you want to buy any more." Anaconda nodded eagerly. "I think I want a mask too. Yours looks so cool!"
Day 2 wrote:
How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another?
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Delta tucked a feather into Anaconda's mane. "There!" she exclaimed. Anaconda smiled and went over to look in a mirror. The two Wildclaws had gotten all dressed up for the Mistral Jamboree this year with green and orange feather decorations. Delta was also sporting a green mask with wind patterning on it.

Anaconda turned back to Delta, smiling. "It looks perfect! I'm so glad you found these. We look all nice and festive." She flapped her wings slightly to fluff her feathers up. The two of them also had colorful feathers interwoven with their own. "Yeah!" Delta agreed. "They were selling them at a stall by the entrance. I can show you where if you want to buy any more." Anaconda nodded eagerly. "I think I want a mask too. Yours looks so cool!"
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[quote=Day 2] How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another? [/quote] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/56729551][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/567296/56729551_350.png[/img][/url] Phaedra, one of our Wind reps, has added the new Aura to her look! She scanned the new tattoo selections, but didn't find one she really liked this year. (i.e. there's not a female Mirror skin available.)
Day 2 wrote:
How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another?

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Phaedra, one of our Wind reps, has added the new Aura to her look! She scanned the new tattoo selections, but didn't find one she really liked this year. (i.e. there's not a female Mirror skin available.)
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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/75197799][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/751978/75197799_350.png[/img][/url] Abyss walked up to the tent, unsure but excited. It had taken her awhile to muster up the courage to show up. She had been excited to sign up, but also last week there weren’t nearly this many dragons milling around, all threatening to step on her. Now that she’d finally made it to the tent after dodging hoards of giant dragons, she was getting cold feet. Especially after looking her first competitor in the eyes. Or at least Abyss was looking Dandelion in the eyes - she honestly wasn’t sure if Dandelion had even noticed the tiny veilspun, a 15th of her size staring her down from across the tent. Whelp, there was nothing to lose. She hadn’t dodged all those talons outside for nothing, might as well cook something while she was here. She sat at the table she had been assigned, with small, veilspun sized portions of each of the 4 ingredients in front of her. After looking around, fiddling with the ingredients (and maybe going to get some more meaty cotton candy since her original bit may have nervously disappeared down her mouth), she got started. First she started by pulling the [b]Shredded Rambra Carcass[/b] and put it in the handy dandy pressure cooker provided - fire provided by the staff. While that cooked, she gutted and cleaned the [b]Puddlehoppers[/b]. The darn slippery things kept slipping out of her talons and into the sink, and by the time she got a handful of them clean enough, there were countless more scattered across the floor. Even the ones she managed to keep off the ground and on the counter tops were filled with talon marks as she dug in her claws in a fruitless attempt to keep a hold of them. After checking her timer (the sun height), there were still a few hours left still on her shredded rambra, so she went ahead and cubed the [b]Gamy Shockshank[/b]. After finding some breading in the pantry, she breaded and deep fried her cubes, making some crunchy (and with a spicy kick) fried shank. However, when she checked on her pressure pot, it still wasn’t done! An hour later - and 3 more portions of meaty cotton candy in her belly - the pulled, shredded rambra was finally done. She quickly mixed in her deep fried cubes to add some texture to the tender rambra and started stuffing the puddlehoppers with the mixture. A quick fry on the pan later, and her [b][i]“Shredded Rambra and Fried Shockshank stuffed Puddlehoppers”[/i][/b] was done! Barely in time for the judging but done nonetheless - except she realized that while she had made more than enough for herself, in Wildclaw standards... it was more of a snack sized treat. Hopefully the judges won’t mind! ----- OOC: I realized that writting something funny with just one character is hard LOL. My other entries (if i make it past this round) will likely have someone else for Abyss to interact with haha.
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Abyss walked up to the tent, unsure but excited. It had taken her awhile to muster up the courage to show up. She had been excited to sign up, but also last week there weren’t nearly this many dragons milling around, all threatening to step on her. Now that she’d finally made it to the tent after dodging hoards of giant dragons, she was getting cold feet. Especially after looking her first competitor in the eyes. Or at least Abyss was looking Dandelion in the eyes - she honestly wasn’t sure if Dandelion had even noticed the tiny veilspun, a 15th of her size staring her down from across the tent.

Whelp, there was nothing to lose. She hadn’t dodged all those talons outside for nothing, might as well cook something while she was here.

She sat at the table she had been assigned, with small, veilspun sized portions of each of the 4 ingredients in front of her. After looking around, fiddling with the ingredients (and maybe going to get some more meaty cotton candy since her original bit may have nervously disappeared down her mouth), she got started.

First she started by pulling the Shredded Rambra Carcass and put it in the handy dandy pressure cooker provided - fire provided by the staff. While that cooked, she gutted and cleaned the Puddlehoppers. The darn slippery things kept slipping out of her talons and into the sink, and by the time she got a handful of them clean enough, there were countless more scattered across the floor. Even the ones she managed to keep off the ground and on the counter tops were filled with talon marks as she dug in her claws in a fruitless attempt to keep a hold of them. After checking her timer (the sun height), there were still a few hours left still on her shredded rambra, so she went ahead and cubed the Gamy Shockshank. After finding some breading in the pantry, she breaded and deep fried her cubes, making some crunchy (and with a spicy kick) fried shank. However, when she checked on her pressure pot, it still wasn’t done! An hour later - and 3 more portions of meaty cotton candy in her belly - the pulled, shredded rambra was finally done. She quickly mixed in her deep fried cubes to add some texture to the tender rambra and started stuffing the puddlehoppers with the mixture. A quick fry on the pan later, and her “Shredded Rambra and Fried Shockshank stuffed Puddlehoppers” was done!

Barely in time for the judging but done nonetheless - except she realized that while she had made more than enough for herself, in Wildclaw standards... it was more of a snack sized treat. Hopefully the judges won’t mind!


OOC: I realized that writting something funny with just one character is hard LOL. My other entries (if i make it past this round) will likely have someone else for Abyss to interact with haha.
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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/83248786][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/832488/83248786_350.png[/img][/url] [size=7][font=georgia]S A N G E O[/size] [i]A wayfarer far from home.[/center] The air was abuzz with growing suspense, and the piercing stares from the gathered audience only added to the rising pressure. Something that Sangeo relished, the thudding of his heart and the sweat on his palms. He made sure to puff up his chest, and flash a fruity grin at any drakes who dared look his way. Admittedly, not many. Although the lack of did not dampen his bravado in the slightest. As Compote settles himself, Sangeo manages to slip a word of good luck to his competitor, a brilliantly colored guardian female who, surprisingly large enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. He could sense from her stance that she would’ve likely matched him in brawn too. Talk about picking on someone your own size… Hopefully, their skills would be just as evenly matched. Finally, the blare of a microphone calls him to back to attention, as Composite introduces the first challenge, “We're celebrating our Harpy neighbors this year, and we want to make sure we make a good impression! Turns out I have more in common with them than I originaly thought, as we're all obligate carnivores. So lets kick this Jamboree off with the best meat dishes you can offer!” He felt his stomach sink in horror. M-*meat?* H-harpies? First off, he was a pescatarian. This was all unfamiliar waters to him. He had only been on Sornieth for barely three months now and although he had made fast friends with many of the beast clan he had come across… He had only dined with harpies once, on a long summer night. He had been fishing, and found a lone harpy preparing a few platters of meats along the riverbed. She introduced herself, and invited him to eat with her and her family. They had come to the river for a night of camping and stargazing, and while the rest of her flock had left to catch fireflies, she and a few others were in charge of hosting the feast. He had watched the tender flesh of a boar, browning over a roaring blaze. The smell of pineapple glaze had hit him square in the face, leaving his mouth watering and his stomach growling. The meal was good, but the company was even better. Sangeo could still feel the little talons of chicks becoming tangled in his mane… To say the least, he felt ill prepared. How could he even pretend to know what dishes Harpies liked? Would cooking a bird be considered offensive, or was eating a “lesser bird species” a common past-time? He tried to scout the audience to catch a glimpse of a hint, perhaps someone had brought a meal to the show? Other than the usual snacks, popcorn, cotton candy, and corn dogs he couldn’t garner anything. Still, he steadied himself and his resolve. Backing down had never been an option for him. After all, He had signed up for a challenge, *to be challenged.* He’d be fine. He’s sure of that. That is, once he manages to figure out what dish he will serve to rule them all… ---- [center][size=5][font=georgia]Recipe[/size] [item=Gamy ShockShank][item=Puddlehopper][item= Meaty Cotton Candy] [item=amber algae][item=Blood Acorn][item=Sanddrift Aconite][item=Sunbeam Fig][item=Water Lettuce][item=Wild Onion][item=Ashfall Prickler][/center] "I present to you, judges... Candy Glazed Shockshank. With a side of Puddlehopper egg float to balance out the savoury notes.” Was it cheating to make two dishes on one plate? Maybe, but he hoped that wasn’t the case. Egg floats were one of his personal favourite dishes to make; deep fried frogs seasoned and coated with Amber Algae, and the nectar and crushed shells of Blood Acorns. This left the frogs covered in a thin but crunchy shell. Once bitten into, the sugars of the acorns would flood the taster’s mouth with a filling that oozed and stretched like melting cheese and tasted sweet and savoury. It was, definitely meant for a refined palette. The bed of eggs the frogs were presented on were floating on a sauce made from the juices of a sunbeam fig. Meanwhile, his main dish was served on a bed of water lettuce, marinated in the sauce of wild onions, ashfall prickler and garnished with Sanddrift Aconite. He had skinned and baked the Shank, until it was a beautiful golden brown. He added the cotton candy within the last 20 minutes of the bake. His brow had broken out into a sweat, as he sat hunched over in front of the oven… waiting for the timer to go off. This left the already voltaic flavour of the Shockshank, with a kick of sugar, spice, and everything nice. The wildclaw judge paused, holding a knife to the flesh of the skank. “How do you think this is going to cut?” “With any luck, soft.” The knife slid through it like butter, juices oozing all over the plate.[i]Yes.[/i] He couldn’t help but tap his feet in bated anticipation, as the first judge gave him a curious look before taking a cautious bite out of his experimental dish. Screw the rules, he prided himself in putting his best foot forward. He’d rather be disqualified than sell himself short.
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A wayfarer far from home.
The air was abuzz with growing suspense, and the piercing stares from the gathered audience only added to the rising pressure. Something that Sangeo relished, the thudding of his heart and the sweat on his palms. He made sure to puff up his chest, and flash a fruity grin at any drakes who dared look his way. Admittedly, not many. Although the lack of did not dampen his bravado in the slightest.

As Compote settles himself, Sangeo manages to slip a word of good luck to his competitor, a brilliantly colored guardian female who, surprisingly large enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. He could sense from her stance that she would’ve likely matched him in brawn too. Talk about picking on someone your own size…

Hopefully, their skills would be just as evenly matched.

Finally, the blare of a microphone calls him to back to attention, as Composite introduces the first challenge,

“We're celebrating our Harpy neighbors this year, and we want to make sure we make a good impression! Turns out I have more in common with them than I originaly thought, as we're all obligate carnivores. So lets kick this Jamboree off with the best meat dishes you can offer!”

He felt his stomach sink in horror.

M-*meat?* H-harpies? First off, he was a pescatarian. This was all unfamiliar waters to him. He had only been on Sornieth for barely three months now and although he had made fast friends with many of the beast clan he had come across…

He had only dined with harpies once, on a long summer night. He had been fishing, and found a lone harpy preparing a few platters of meats along the riverbed. She introduced herself, and invited him to eat with her and her family. They had come to the river for a night of camping and stargazing, and while the rest of her flock had left to catch fireflies, she and a few others were in charge of hosting the feast.

He had watched the tender flesh of a boar, browning over a roaring blaze. The smell of pineapple glaze had hit him square in the face, leaving his mouth watering and his stomach growling.

The meal was good, but the company was even better. Sangeo could still feel the little talons of chicks becoming tangled in his mane…

To say the least, he felt ill prepared. How could he even pretend to know what dishes Harpies liked? Would cooking a bird be considered offensive, or was eating a “lesser bird species” a common past-time? He tried to scout the audience to catch a glimpse of a hint, perhaps someone had brought a meal to the show?

Other than the usual snacks, popcorn, cotton candy, and corn dogs he couldn’t garner anything. Still, he steadied himself and his resolve. Backing down had never been an option for him. After all, He had signed up for a challenge, *to be challenged.*

He’d be fine. He’s sure of that. That is, once he manages to figure out what dish he will serve to rule them all…

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Recipe
Gamy Shockshank Puddlehopper Meaty Cotton Candy Amber Algae Blood Acorn Sanddrift Aconite Sunbeam Fig Water Lettuce Wild Onion Ashfall Prickler

"I present to you, judges... Candy Glazed Shockshank. With a side of Puddlehopper egg float to balance out the savoury notes.”

Was it cheating to make two dishes on one plate?

Maybe, but he hoped that wasn’t the case.

Egg floats were one of his personal favourite dishes to make; deep fried frogs seasoned and coated with Amber Algae, and the nectar and crushed shells of Blood Acorns. This left the frogs covered in a thin but crunchy shell. Once bitten into, the sugars of the acorns would flood the taster’s mouth with a filling that oozed and stretched like melting cheese and tasted sweet and savoury. It was, definitely meant for a refined palette. The bed of eggs the frogs were presented on were floating on a sauce made from the juices of a sunbeam fig.

Meanwhile, his main dish was served on a bed of water lettuce, marinated in the sauce of wild onions, ashfall prickler and garnished with Sanddrift Aconite. He had skinned and baked the Shank, until it was a beautiful golden brown. He added the cotton candy within the last 20 minutes of the bake. His brow had broken out into a sweat, as he sat hunched over in front of the oven… waiting for the timer to go off. This left the already voltaic flavour of the Shockshank, with a kick of sugar, spice, and everything nice. The wildclaw judge paused, holding a knife to the flesh of the *****.

“How do you think this is going to cut?”

“With any luck, soft.”

The knife slid through it like butter, juices oozing all over the plate.Yes.

He couldn’t help but tap his feet in bated anticipation, as the first judge gave him a curious look before taking a cautious bite out of his experimental dish. Screw the rules, he prided himself in putting his best foot forward. He’d rather be disqualified than sell himself short.
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How does your dragon get gussied up for the festival? This can either be some face painting or hair/feather decorations for this booth, or do they wear something special for the occasion? If they came with a clan maybe they’ve got a family outfit vibe going on to keep track of one another?
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Abyss was awakened by a little Abberation baby (who was admittedly larger than her) screaming with excitement.

"AUNTIE AUNTIE AUNTIE WAKE UP MUM SAID YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE ME TO THE TENTS AND SEE THE DRAGONS AND BEAT UP THE MONSTERS AND TEACH ME MAGIC...." Rayya rambled and continued on and on with a list of even more things her mom had apparently "promised" her that Auntie Abyss was going to do with her.

Abyss squints at the rising sun outside, thinking about the conversation she had with Artist yesterday. From what she remembered, she had simply mentioned she'd show the excitable Abby around *after* she was done at the cooking competition. Certainly, she would have remembered if any promises were made about going out at the crack of dawn. Peeking her head out of her nest while Rayya continued to bound circles around her, still listing things she wanted to do, Abyss saw a sheepish and apologetic-looking Imperial standing outside.

"Sorry... I tried to catch her but the moment she woke up... she sprinted over. I didn't even get a chance to remind her it was later today. If you don't mind, maybe you could help Rayya burn some energy now and we'll go out later?"

Chuckling to herself, she let the imperial in (altho Artist could only fit near the doorway, at least she could see her baby girl from there).

After the two of them managed to get Rayya to sit still - albeit just for 10 minutes with a lot of fidgeting - Abyss used the time to get the girl dressed up. With her nature-clan based powers, she encouraged some flowers she kept to grow and bloom. Plucking the blossoms, she wove them into Rayya's and her own hair, and helping Rayya braid some into her mom's hair. To be more exact, Rayya picked out the flowers and then started sprinting in circles checking out more flowers, while Abyss helped Artist with the braiding.

Flowered up and ready for the day, Rayya and Artist headed out to breakfast, the carnival all but forgotten about until tonight with only flowers in the young Abby's mind. Abyss, after grabbing a quick snack, headed off alone to the Jamboree in the distance.
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[quote][b]Round 1[/b][/quote] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7173591][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/71736/7173591_350.png[/img][/url] Chess looked over the ingredients - meat, right up his wheelhouse. Plenty of opportunities to grill, maybe something with a leg theme. Land & Sea? Or... it would be a bit more creative and challenging, but what about meatballs? That would suit these ingredients nicely. Chess went to get the grinder and other ingredients he would need. [u]Challenge #1[/u] [b]Entry: Sweet & Sour Meatballs[/b] [b]Required Ingredients:[/b] [item=Shredded Rambra Carcass] [item=Meaty Cotton Candy] [item=Gamy Shockshank] [b]Additional Ingredients:[/b] [item=Ashfall Prickler] [item=Miniature Potash Peach] [item=Stonewatch Flatblade] Chess stripped the ramba carcass and shockshank bones of their meat and put the meat in the grinder, creating a nice mix of the two. He seasoned the meat, added his binding agents, and rolled the mixture into balls, setting them aside temporarily to work on his sauce. In a pan, he melted down the meaty cotton candy, which would serve the sweet component of the sauce. Then he mixed in Ashfall Prickler sauce (direct from the plant), which would serve as a good base, adding a little heat and complexity to the sauce. Chess contemplated what sour component would fit best with the rest of the ingredients. After looking over the pantry, he decided Miniature Potash Peach would be the perfect fit. Sweet, spicy, tangy. That covered it. As the sauce simmered, he sautéed the meatballs to give them a golden-brown color, then put them in the oven to finish cooking. As a final step, he placed the cooked meatballs in the sauce, letting them simmer together for a few minutes. Chess carefully plated the meatballs, three to a plate, and spooned the sauce over them. As a garnish intended to add some freshness and to pay homage to the harpy theme of the Jamboree, he finely chopped some Stonewatch Flatblade and sprinkled it over the meatballs. There, done! Hopefully his meatballs would edge out his challenger's dish, otherwise this would be his only chance to compete this year. Since the event was the highlight of his year, Chess wanted the opportunity to continue on in the competition but knew it would be a tough head to head battle. Either way, he was determined to enjoy the festival!
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Chess looked over the ingredients - meat, right up his wheelhouse. Plenty of opportunities to grill, maybe something with a leg theme. Land & Sea?

Or... it would be a bit more creative and challenging, but what about meatballs? That would suit these ingredients nicely. Chess went to get the grinder and other ingredients he would need.

Challenge #1

Entry: Sweet & Sour Meatballs

Required Ingredients: Shredded Rambra Carcass Meaty Cotton Candy Gamy Shockshank

Additional Ingredients: Ashfall Prickler Miniature Potash Peach Stonewatch Flatblade

Chess stripped the ramba carcass and shockshank bones of their meat and put the meat in the grinder, creating a nice mix of the two. He seasoned the meat, added his binding agents, and rolled the mixture into balls, setting them aside temporarily to work on his sauce.

In a pan, he melted down the meaty cotton candy, which would serve the sweet component of the sauce. Then he mixed in Ashfall Prickler sauce (direct from the plant), which would serve as a good base, adding a little heat and complexity to the sauce. Chess contemplated what sour component would fit best with the rest of the ingredients. After looking over the pantry, he decided Miniature Potash Peach would be the perfect fit. Sweet, spicy, tangy. That covered it.

As the sauce simmered, he sautéed the meatballs to give them a golden-brown color, then put them in the oven to finish cooking. As a final step, he placed the cooked meatballs in the sauce, letting them simmer together for a few minutes.

Chess carefully plated the meatballs, three to a plate, and spooned the sauce over them. As a garnish intended to add some freshness and to pay homage to the harpy theme of the Jamboree, he finely chopped some Stonewatch Flatblade and sprinkled it over the meatballs.

There, done!

Hopefully his meatballs would edge out his challenger's dish, otherwise this would be his only chance to compete this year. Since the event was the highlight of his year, Chess wanted the opportunity to continue on in the competition but knew it would be a tough head to head battle. Either way, he was determined to enjoy the festival!
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