Dungeons & Dragons Cookbook Novels & Stories

Alex had altered the recipe using the Ultimate Book of Medicine, and its main ingredient was divine beast meat, mixed with heavenly law fruit, Chaos Leaves, Bodhi Tree roots, and dozens of other natural sacred herbs. Such a dumpling was on the same level as a level nine spiritual pill. If they put it out for sale, people would be willing to buy it even if it were a billion dollars. Alex yawned. “Why are you making so many? Just make soup instead. Everyone can just take their portion. It’s the same effect anyway.”

“A what? I haven’t got a clue.” “Imagine a patchwork of flesh from living supernatural creatures mixed into a disgusting mass. They’re created by rogue mages or even liches for fighting on the battlefield. There’s no way to explain them to someone not with our knowledge. Imploding them is better than leaving the mess behind. You try explaining it to the mundane authorities. If you know anything about the game, Dungeons and Dragons. They’re influenced a lot by the image of these creatures. The best description I can give you a mad scientist put together leftover bits and pieces from other test subjects. Placed tentacles and eyeballs. Too many claws and teeth. Often their teeth and claws deliv

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

The diviner replied with a firm voice, "We start by scouring the kingdom, asking anyone who might have information. We also try to find any old books or manuscripts that might contain the recipe." Ragnar nodded slowly, letting his mind wander back to the dark cave where the potion was made. Ragnar stood in the dark cave with Lia, illuminated only by a faint red light. He remembered the musty smell of damp earth and the sound of dripping water echoing around the cavernous space. The flickering light of torches cast eerie shadows on the walls, and he could hear the faint whispers of the diviner as he worked.

Sunlight poured in through the open ceiling, making the platform that overlooked the cliffside and its arcane looking circle, glitter like polished opalite. I started scouring the books that lined the shelves, pulling them with both my hands and magic, flipping through pages as my eyes darted between books. With a wave of my hand I sent a book on potion recipes and another on cursed objects back onto the shelves. A slight headache throbbed at my temples by the time I found what book I was looking for. There was no missing that strange symbol, the one Dain had showed us painted on the wall. I flipped to the beginning of the chapter and stared down at the word, ‘Illusion spells.’

Now I’m finishing the food. Liam walks into the kitchen, a few bags from the local store in his hands. “I think I just made the weirdest purchase of my life at Gilligan’s. Gel pens in, like, fifteen colors, ten disposable cameras, five compact mirrors, and enough candy to give a giraffe diabetes.” I shoot him a smile over my shoulder as I check the paratha dough. “Jai and Violet will appreciate it. According to Meredith, goblins, boggarts, and kobolds are big candy fans. And you can trade with the dark elves using the rest.”

“Why would a cookbook be in the combat theory section?” “It’s not a cookbook. It’s a field guide to edible plants. For survival training.” “Oh.” He didn’t move, still leaning over me with one hand braced on the table and the other on the shelf above my head. “That makes more sense.” I looked up at him. “Can you move? You’re blocking my light.” “Am I?” He grinned down at me. “Sorry, princess. Didn’t mean to get in your way.” “Zane, I swear to the gods, I’m gonna—”

She reached down, grabbed the circle pull, and the door groaned open. Wood creaked. The smell below was spice and iron, with decades of perfecting her skills. Doreena descended the stone steps into the cellar beneath her cabin — shelves of vanquishing potions lining the walls in sealed black and red bottles, Demon-killers, Shadow-burners, and other things not spoken aloud. She had potions for everything imaginable. Below on a cured Cypress tree truck stand, was her book of Shadows, leather-bound, thousands of years old, it was handed down to her from her ancestors, and an evil lot.