Monster Cow

[Machiavelli]

Apparently a group of adventurers were seen entering the trading post with steaks the size of bedsheets and many other oversized cuts of beef. There are those who say that they then proceeded to have a cook out.

All those who feasted upon Tinkerbell found her to be tender and delicious whether sauteed, roasted, or casseroled. Yum!

However, her creator is still at large and probably not too happy about the barbeque.

[MKartMaster]

Returning from business in the Trade Tier, Elith is perplexed by the delicious scent of roasted meat lingering in the air at the Trading Post. He was just as confused by the merchants trying to push obscene amounts of beef upon him at unbelievably low prices.

[BattlePixie]

Olaf lay by the fire, struggling to breath as his body worked on digesting the over abundance of beef he had consumed. It was a good day for Olaf, his wagon had come to the trade post to for business when the adventurers arrived with the meat. What a BBQ they had! he would remember this night until the end of his days!

Olaf struggled to sit, but soon gave up as his over full belly and weezing protests defeated him. Laying by the fire he ran a finger along the front of his shirt, it was still moist from the delicious BBQ sauce it had soaked up. Olaf sucked the reminants of the delicious sauce off his finger, closing his eyes to better concentrate on the memory of his gorging.

A good day indeed he though to himself as he slowly slipped into sleep, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

[Machiavelli]

Some say that the Gnomish Sorceror responsible for Tinkerbell the monster cow has sworn revenge upon her killers and turned to necromancy in order to make himself allies for the task of bringing them down.

[wangxiuming]

"Oh, this is going to be pleasant."

[Lollercide]

Rodo climbs untop of a nearby wagon to stand tall amongst the adventurers. "Do not worry Sundrenites! This menace was created by Gnome-Hands and they will be destroyed by Gnome-Hands! Rest assured, I have designed the ultimate technique in dealing with the matter."

He flips around on the wagon throwing some pretty unimpressive palm thrusts and kicks, screaming as loud as his gnome lungs would let him, "Gnome-Style: Three and a Half Quarter Full Kicks of Mad-Gnome Cow Smiting!!"

He is seemingly unheard and ignored by most if not all.

[dieOrg]

*Calandra wakes with a splitting headache.*

"...Monster cow? Giant steaks? A dream perhaps?" *It rings a bell but she just can't remember...She looks again at her dirty clothes and shakes her head...* "Ouch, it hurts..."

"Maybe Lida can remember..." *She goes off looking for Lida...*

[BattlePixie]

A portly Gnome with bushy mutton chop sideburns and wearing a white, bejeweled outfit watches Rodo' display.

"I must have.... those moves!" he mutters to himself.

[Kaeldorn]

From the beginning, Yashia had frowned upon the sudden appearance of the giant cow. It was unnatural, it was dangerous and it simply wasn't right. She was shocked to see the gnome they had saved running off calling them bloody murderers.

However, she was even more shocked by her company at the barbeque. It seemed as if everyone but her was in a state of drunken stupor, even Lida and Calandra. The only exception being the gnome monk called Rodo Flamingfists, who with his gnome-fu, erotic fantasies involving succubi, and searches for volcanoes was just a rampant lunatic to begin with. A feeling of frustration befell her.. What was the world coming to?

Sehron's arrival appeared to be her salvation. He took her for a walk away from all this idiocy.

The next day, Hano spoke to Yashia and asked if she had any news. Upon mention of the giant cow, he believed her to have gone just a little bit mad. Knowing that she had noone sane enough to confirm her story, Yashia decided to let it rest...

[Lanemeyer]

Captain Majer hears about the facts

- I remember this gnome, and of course, that giant cow, it seemed harmless though. That ain't gonna end well I suppose.

[Silas North]

"Giant you say?" the bard asked with a playful smirk.

"Great, you don't believe me either, do you mister Osclow?" the child pouted, looking more than a little upset.

"On the contrary my small friend.." the bard said, leaning over with one hand upon the child's shoulder and the other extending a few coins toward him "...tell me more."