Oh, a sturdy lookin' lot of adventurers, you are! 'Ow 'bout a hot bowl o' tiger penis soup? Guaranteed to give ya the explosive power of a ragin' tiger, on the batt'l field or in t' bed-sheets!
(...)
Real? Why, there were an officer in t' last war, he fell sick and got left behin't on the way to battle. One bowl of tiger penis soup and all his energy camw eoarin' back, so's he got right up, impregneated his gal, ran eleven miles ter the batt'l field, an' led 'is men to victory. All got kill't not a week later, but me mam swore it were true when she taught me t' sekrit recipe, and you'd best not be callin' me mam a liar, adventurers or not!
- a memorable NPC selling dubious street food
A successful check against cooking or hunting/butchery related skills reveals that the chunks of meat in the soup are just normal sausage, and if there is any actual tiger penis present it's most likely the shriveled leathery scrap dangling into the pot by a string tied to one of the handles being used as a soupstone, which may well be a generational inheritance like the allegedly secret recipe. Streetwise, bluff, or medical skills suggest that explosive power is quite likely, but would probably involve time in the latrine more than battle or a bed.
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"No, no, it's only parkour if it's from the parquet region of France. This is free running; it's completely different! You can get cash prizes in competetions instead of just a ribbon, for instance.
(...)
Real? Why, there were an officer in t' last war, he fell sick and got left behin't on the way to battle. One bowl of tiger penis soup and all his energy camw eoarin' back, so's he got right up, impregneated his gal, ran eleven miles ter the batt'l field, an' led 'is men to victory. All got kill't not a week later, but me mam swore it were true when she taught me t' sekrit recipe, and you'd best not be callin' me mam a liar, adventurers or not!
- a memorable NPC selling dubious street food
A successful check against cooking or hunting/butchery related skills reveals that the chunks of meat in the soup are just normal sausage, and if there is any actual tiger penis present it's most likely the shriveled leathery scrap dangling into the pot by a string tied to one of the handles being used as a soupstone, which may well be a generational inheritance like the allegedly secret recipe. Streetwise, bluff, or medical skills suggest that explosive power is quite likely, but would probably involve time in the latrine more than battle or a bed.
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"No, no, it's only parkour if it's from the parquet region of France. This is free running; it's completely different! You can get cash prizes in competetions instead of just a ribbon, for instance.
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‎noli esse culus
‎noli esse culus