Tentoa 1991 Share Posted June 7, 2017 Within a dimly lit manor a voidal beast, a true horror labored away, after many moons of toiling and experimentation the creature had hatched an idea. With feverish murmuring it set upon its task, tendrils writhed as they gathered the reagents to the most important discovery the eldritch being had ever made. It had spared no expense, vanilla from the garden, rock salt, saucepans, a clean wooden bucket modified with a makeshift crank of similar material, cream, eggs and fresh ice scavenged from the chilled depths of its home. For hours the creature, labored prepping its product with unwavering diligence, the rattling of its crank disturbing the quiet of the dark outside. The eggs were beaten, the ice packed into the bucket, the cream and salt mixed with the beaten custard, vanilla and sugar and poured into the beast's crucible for its long hours beneath the constant motion of the crank until the horror's task bore fruit. Achan-Chatla looked upon its creation with pride, featureless ivory tendrils curled around the crucible of culinary achievement and in the wee hours of the morning the Horror rushed deeper into Its home, calling for all those present to join it, to test its new creation as it announced with pride. "I call it...Ice cream." 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Avacyn 1706 Share Posted June 7, 2017 This Lore has been accepted. Moved to Implemented Lore, it will be sorted to it's appropriate category soon. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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