Pickled!

Evaleigh pickled?

Well at least in a pickle...

After another attempt to backstab Lir (who elegantly parried the attack with her double pointed hairpin dagger) she was knocked out cold by Bel and stripped by Alma. after that they decided to neutralize her, at least for the moment.

When asked about Evaleighs whereabouts a few days later they didn't even hesitate to tell about it:

"That delicious thing? Ooh well, we pickled her and put her in the cellar." was Lir's comment.

"She always thought of herself as one tasty morsel, so we thought that might be a good idea" Alma continued.

"Anyone want some of the leftovers from last night, a bit spicy but luscious none the less, do you want thigh or breast?" continued Bel, licking her lips with a large smile while handing out a plate with cold-cut meat...

"I thought we where going to save her for the barbecue next week", Alma said with an evil grin.

"Well there is enough to go around", countered Lir.

Of course this raised some alarm in the Abode and more than one became suspicious of the spicy tender roast steak that the ladies had served the night before.

As it became apparent that she was in stasis rather than "really" pickled and that the roast came out of the normal supplier, most calmed down.

After a brief discussion, it was decided that it was not acceptable to keep her among the other preserves in the cellar and that she should be awakened at first best opportunity (even if there where a certain trio who thought it might be nice to have her in her jar on display in the library instead).

She sure put herself in a pickle this time... But in the end there was no damage done, except to Evaleigh's pride that is, what little was left of it...

The Domuya Dames recipe for Pickled Half-elf Assassin:

• • Take one female half-elf assassin, preferably red-handed and alive.

  • Calm her with a bludgeon

  • Take a large sized stasis jar with matching lid

  • Fill the jar with pickling liquid:

    • 50 gallons of Water

    • 12 pounds of best sea salt

    • add cinnamon, cloves and star anise to taste

  • Prepare the half-elf by removing garments, clean out and put standard stasis spell on her (normal meat preservation spells should work just fine)

  • If you want add a large cucumber and/or and some large carrots, then carefully lower her into the jar

  • Fill up with a couple of Methuselah bottles of dry champagne and then put on the lid

  • Tip: By adding a regeneration spell she will last indefinitely longer (if you are not serving her whole)

A spicy treat perfect for the surprise party grill...

Needlessly to say Evaleigh suffered quite a few jokes about this and became very careful around the Hyperborian annex.

That fact that the Domuya Dames have promised to make a barbarian barbecue evening with spit-roast the next time they get their hands on her, made her avoid the dames at any cost unless in company of others whom she trusted more.

For a long while most suspected that she had given up on her plans. But old habits and plans for grim revenge die hard...

Finding Lir apparently alone in the library was a chance she could not let pass, grabbing hold of a heavy ironwork candle-holder she sneaked up on her and aimed a powerful blow to Lir's head. She never suspected that she was set up and never knew what hit her. She was out cold before she hit the floor, not only Almas bludgeon that hit her, but she also lost grip on the heavy candle-holder she held over her head...

So once more she ended up hidden in the pantry, this time well secured, well stuffed and prepared according to the Domuya Dames recipe.

It took the others more than a week to find her this time. There was a heated discussion with the Hyperborian fraction about her persistent attempts to assassinate the Lir and after some consideration the others agreed to keep her in stasis (or pickled) for the time being, at least until they could think of a way to keep her off her murderous campaign.

For those who worry about her: She is safe and sound, dreaming happily about sweet revenge.

Christmas update (MMDCCLXVIII ab urbe condita) :

Yuletide approached and Evaleigh was still in safekeeping in her jar, as well-preserved as ever and dreaming sweet dreams.

Alma and Lir, warmed by spiced wine thought they should include Evaleigh in the preparations of the festivities they where arranging in the Abode, by tying bows and bells in and on more or less appropriate places on her anatomy.

Not everyone thought this was appropriate though.

"Apart from being tasteless it might be considered inappropriate to decorate her like that" Tomomi commented. Sus agreed and thought that ribbons might be OK, but the bells and gaudy balls might be a bit to much.

Alma grudgingly agreed to remove some of the baubles, keeping the final decoration to a bare minimum.

"And please remove the ball gag from her mouth too!"

"It's just a small apple" retorted Lir, "perfect for the occasion we thought".

"Just remove it!".

"Good thing we didn't mention the filling..."

"The WHAT!!!"

"Ooh, bother. I am sure she enjoys it..."

"..."

"That reminds me, we are planning to invite everybody to diner tomorrow with roast tender meat..."

"Next thing you will tell me is that she taste like chicken", Tomomi replied dryly.

"Actually the taste is more like lamb...", Alma replied thoughtfully.