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I have arrived in Waterdeep by ship today and I find myself immensely grateful to be on land once more. The trip was wretched, the captain and crew incompetant in the extreme. Indeed I find myself amazed to have made it here alive rather than be swallowed by the stormy seas.

Upon docking it took mere moments to find suitable lodgings, a tavern called the Angry Coxswain. The food is palatable, the sheets are clean all things considered I do not think I could ask for more save a bit of privacy of which there is none. No sooner had I sat down to have a drink a foul smelling man in robes began staring at me, even going so far as to crane his head in order to stare at a bit of paper I had been writing on.

In the depths of the Library of the House Wands, a bit of vellum has this long lost recipe carefully inscribed upon it. Most of the ingredients are unknown. The author is unknown and may the evil bastard stay that way.

Rose-Stuffed Pancakes

 Ingredients:

Pancake Batter:3/4 cup All Purpose flour

1/4 cup almond flour or meal

2 tsp sugar

1/2 tsp salt

Pinch freshly ground green cardamom

1/2 tsp baking powder

1/4 tsp baking soda

3/4 cup buttermilk

1/2 tsp rose water, food grade

1/4 cup milk (a little more if batter is too thick!)

Ok this is day one on this site...met a bunch of cool and nice people...Thanks to them for all the welcome and help... Still waiting to play though...it seems that time zones thingy is again against me. Im gmt +1 (thats not Great Magic Trinket +1 :) ) so i seem to be missing all the action. Well if anyone want to help me getting started IC i look forward to it. Peace :)

*note modified version of Enter The Haggis' song*

Marti was a fightin' manWhose story should be toldHe was a son of circumstanceHe couldn't quite controlHis father gave him wooden swordsAnd toy short spearsHad him marching up and downLike he was on paradeMarti was a fightin' boyHis parents made it clearMilitary college was his homeFor seven yearsThey'd make a soldier out of himNo matter what the priceHe said he was a pacifistThey called it cowardiceCHORUS:All I ever wanted to be wasLeft alone to live in peaceBut nobody would ever listen to meThey forced a sword into my hands andTold me what to do with itNobody would ever listen to meMarti was a fightin' manOn graduation daySplendid in his uniformHe smartly marched awayAnd when the call to action cameIn battle he did riseDodging blood and arrows andIndoctrinated livesMarti was a fightin' manThe enemy was sureBoth had drawn their BladesAnd after that it was a blurMarti was the faster drawBut purposely swung widePeace to you my friendWas all he said before he diedWhat is this world we've left ourSons and daughters nowSo full of hatred painHipocrisy and powerWe would not listenWhen they told us how they feltAnd so by God I hopw we're happy nowMarti was a fightin' manThe eulogy was readServed his country wellA brave young man is what they saidWhat is this world we've left ourSons and daughters nowSo full of hatred painHipocrisy and powerIt's time we listenTo the things they have to sayBy God I hope it'sNot too late to change