A taste to die for.
Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2026 7:20 pm
This is going to be snippets of my master quest - both from the mails AND the mobol during the quest chain mixed in with flavor recap writing.
I really wanted to share all of this with everyone because I had such a great time, and the mobol was so fun. I lost two snippets of mobol when I was logging though, so I don't have Shienaran's tongue or the Child of Light's brain. Maybe Aquinas will show us the mobol!
The first mail.
WORTHY HUNTERS AND FORAGERS
Girthquake must bring mighty trollocs if Girthquake is going to succeed in feeding Blarg the meal of a lifetime! Girthquake gathers many trollocs of different stocks, bands, and variety.
The first to fall was the Shienaran commander. Girthquake led his worthy hunters and foragers down from the Ruined Keep. There were many Shienaran commanders - how was Girthquake to know which commander? Girthquake thought long and hard, but eventually gave up because all Girthquake could think of was food. As the Fist made it's way down the winding road, they came across a Shienaran commander guarding a tower. Girthquake had always wanted a tower, but none had doors wide enough for Girthquake to pass through easily.
The Fist watched the commander from the night's embrace, and as the Commander kept talking Girthquake began to peer at his tongue. It looked so delicious. This HAD to be the one. With a roar that shook his jowls, he charged in with his Fist. These Shienaran's were clearly no match for the ravenous trollocs!
While the Fist was howling and butchering their spoils of war, Girthquake then..
---
The Fist found the fort mentioned in the recipe rather easily. There were some Shienaran's in the fort as well, but they were fat and lazy from being so far from the Borderlands. The Fist quickly overwhelmed them and made their attack on the delicacy (Aes Sedai) and the overly-chewy man (Warder). Girthquake guesses they were surprised, because they didn't put up much of a fight. Poor Gamoto though got touched weirdly by the delicacy, and became so overwhelmed he lost the ability to move!
When all was said and done, Girthquake..
---
After a HARROWING trip through the Ways, our group of hero's emerged in the lands of Emond's Field. Or, as Girthquake knows it, the land of plump sheep for eating. They had to be a little smarter this time as their target was an important figure within the town. Girthquake knew of him - he'd seen him once with a sheep Girthquake dearly wanted to eat. But after what he witnessed, Girthquake would never eat that sheep. Luckily, Mazoku and Nazgrun were smart. Nazgrun would be decoy, and Mazoku and others would kill. Thus, the men died within their stables. The horses died too. And the stablehand. All were eaten.
After the decisive victory, Girthquake...
--
The wilderness of Amador was boring. Nothing ever happens here. Girthquake once heard there were many battles in the past, but now those were tales considered myth. The city of Amador was very strange - the gates were harder to pick than those walls of Fal Dara! The Fist had to sit outside and entertain themselves for many hours until the dumb humans inside opened their gates. The Fist rushed through the town, knocking people aside as they ran straight for the Fortress of Light! They smashed through the checkpoint (by opening the door no less!) and found the young recruitment officer. Howls of violence and victory commenced after a very short battle.
Girthquake then...
---
The final ingredient was at hand. The Fist had snuck into White Bridge, and located their target with ease. The human was found guarding the bank with his tiny men. Little did they know, they were next! The Fist absolutely and overwhelmingly destroyed them in combat. They even killed the banker too, because he hit another trolloc pretty hard. Very rude.
After the battle, Girthquake then..
Master Chef Cooking
Returning victoriously, the Fist moved through the Ruin Keep with trepidation. It was time! The ingredients were all present! They stood before Urgle..
I really wanted to share all of this with everyone because I had such a great time, and the mobol was so fun. I lost two snippets of mobol when I was logging though, so I don't have Shienaran's tongue or the Child of Light's brain. Maybe Aquinas will show us the mobol!
The first mail.
The response.The world seems to shake for a moment, before you register who - or better yet what approaches you. If it wasn't the vibrations from each step the massive trolloc took, it was the smell.
The trolloc speaks in it's guttural language, accentuating with gestures here and there: "Me kill MANY humans. Many legs and arms to have eaten!!" It laughs darkly, it's jowls quivering with each outburst. He drops the large sack carried at his waist and cries in dismay as his foodstuff nearly escapes him.
You clear your throat irritatedly, snapping the trolloc back to the immediate reality. "Me want power. Me want DARK MASTER!" He slams his fist against his chest, awaiting your reply.
Sitting at a luxuriously appointed table all by himself, Blarg the Myrddraal waits hungry. A boarsnouted trolloc wearing a chef's hat and a bloodstained apron hurries out, carrying a platter. It puts the platter on the table and removes the top. Blarg looks down at the contents of the plate. It's a bowl of stew, mostly hearts and shanks, probably from humans in the Town. An unpleasant form appears on his pale lips, almost as if he were frowning, but do fades frown?
"This will not do!" he screams at the cook, before rising in one swift motion and decapitating the surprised boarsnouted trolloc with one swing of his gleaming black sword. The head goes flying across the room and lands in the lap of a nearby Dreadlord, who picks it up and tosses it into a pile of discarded bones.
While this is all happening, Girthquake is standing across the room, the center of attention of a group of younger less experienced trollocs. He nor they are paying any attention to what just transpired with Master Blarg and the cook. Some guttural grunts of approval indicate that Girthquake has reached another milestone, probably slaying his 1,000th human in battle or something like that. Master Blarg has an intuition for this and picks up on it. He raises a bony pale finger and points at Girthquake. "You! What is your name, worm!? Girthquake? I heard you have been keeping very busy for the horde and the glory of the Ghar'ghael." The younger inexperienced trollocs scatter. Most of them don't even have a warband yet, much less the aspiration or ability to join the mighty Ghar'ghael. One tries to run away, and instead of making the door, he runs directly into the wall, knocking himself out cold. Blarg laughs evilly as the trollocs scatter and takes special delight in the one that hurt himself. Girthquake knows Master Blarg knows who he is, but lets out a meek, but guttural growl, "Girthquake, Master." and throws himself on the ground, groveling.
Blarg walks over and gazes at Girthquake. Girthquake tries his best to act as if not afraid, but the gaze of the eyeless IS fear, or so they say. Maybe Blarg wouldn't notice if Girthquake might have been a little afraid. "I am sick of eating humans from the Town. I want a stew that combines the ingredients of the finest warriors of the Light! You will go get the ingredients for me and bring them to Urgle, the Blight-renowned chef inside the Ruined Keep." Blarg hisses.
Girthquake knows better than to keep his master waiting. He rushes to the butcher and cook of the Ruined Keep, Urgle, and asks him what he will need for such a stew. He hands Girthquake an ingredients list. It even has little boxes to check off the ingredients as they are obtained!
[ ] 1 foul-mouthed tongue ripped from a Shienaran commander's mouth at the Winding Road
[ ] 1 pair of cool, serene eyeballs popped from an Aes Sedai's eyesockets in a fortress between Tar Valon and Fal Dara
[ ] 1 liver marinated in ale carved from a famous Red Eagle's belly in Emond's Field
[ ] 1 brilliant brain pulled out of the cracked skull of a Child of Light recruitment officer in the Fortress of Light
[ ] 1 heart ripped from the torso of a courageous Lion Warden captain in Whitebridge
Urgle grunts and goes back to stirring a pot of Aes Sedai stew. Girthquake licks his lip, looking forward to all the bloodshed and carnage that awaits him.
WORTHY HUNTERS AND FORAGERS
Girthquake must bring mighty trollocs if Girthquake is going to succeed in feeding Blarg the meal of a lifetime! Girthquake gathers many trollocs of different stocks, bands, and variety.
The MissionNazgrun, Blade-Brother.
Kryxos, Dark Master of much Respect.
Mazoku, Champion Supporter of Girth.
Binx, Mighty Ghar'gael.
Gamoto, frail Knife Trolloc with a heart of ichor.
The first to fall was the Shienaran commander. Girthquake led his worthy hunters and foragers down from the Ruined Keep. There were many Shienaran commanders - how was Girthquake to know which commander? Girthquake thought long and hard, but eventually gave up because all Girthquake could think of was food. As the Fist made it's way down the winding road, they came across a Shienaran commander guarding a tower. Girthquake had always wanted a tower, but none had doors wide enough for Girthquake to pass through easily.
The Fist watched the commander from the night's embrace, and as the Commander kept talking Girthquake began to peer at his tongue. It looked so delicious. This HAD to be the one. With a roar that shook his jowls, he charged in with his Fist. These Shienaran's were clearly no match for the ravenous trollocs!
While the Fist was howling and butchering their spoils of war, Girthquake then..
ripped out the tongue!
---
The Fist found the fort mentioned in the recipe rather easily. There were some Shienaran's in the fort as well, but they were fat and lazy from being so far from the Borderlands. The Fist quickly overwhelmed them and made their attack on the delicacy (Aes Sedai) and the overly-chewy man (Warder). Girthquake guesses they were surprised, because they didn't put up much of a fight. Poor Gamoto though got touched weirdly by the delicacy, and became so overwhelmed he lost the ability to move!
When all was said and done, Girthquake..
claimed the eyeballs of an Aes Sedai!HP:Healthy MV:Full >,
pop eyeball corpse
Ok.
HP:Healthy MV:Full >,
You bend down, shoving your massive claws into the back of a dead Aes Sedai's eyesockets.
HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >,
You clench firmly and pop both eyeballs out of their socket, tearing the optical nerve roughly with
your claws!
---
After a HARROWING trip through the Ways, our group of hero's emerged in the lands of Emond's Field. Or, as Girthquake knows it, the land of plump sheep for eating. They had to be a little smarter this time as their target was an important figure within the town. Girthquake knew of him - he'd seen him once with a sheep Girthquake dearly wanted to eat. But after what he witnessed, Girthquake would never eat that sheep. Luckily, Mazoku and Nazgrun were smart. Nazgrun would be decoy, and Mazoku and others would kill. Thus, the men died within their stables. The horses died too. And the stablehand. All were eaten.
After the decisive victory, Girthquake...
claimed the liver!o HP:Beaten MV:Fresh >
You bend down and tear off the dead Red Eagle's smallclothes, exposing his abdomen.
You know this will be a delicate job, so you take out your knife and gingerly begin making an
incision where the liver is located.
Before long, enough flesh is parted to expose the thoroughly alcohol soaked and scarred liver of the
dead Red Eagle.
You reach in as delicately as you can with your massive hands, ripping the liver from inside the
dead Red Eagle's abdomen
--
The wilderness of Amador was boring. Nothing ever happens here. Girthquake once heard there were many battles in the past, but now those were tales considered myth. The city of Amador was very strange - the gates were harder to pick than those walls of Fal Dara! The Fist had to sit outside and entertain themselves for many hours until the dumb humans inside opened their gates. The Fist rushed through the town, knocking people aside as they ran straight for the Fortress of Light! They smashed through the checkpoint (by opening the door no less!) and found the young recruitment officer. Howls of violence and victory commenced after a very short battle.
Girthquake then...
cracked open the skull of the dead Child of Light and stole his brain!
---
The final ingredient was at hand. The Fist had snuck into White Bridge, and located their target with ease. The human was found guarding the bank with his tiny men. Little did they know, they were next! The Fist absolutely and overwhelmingly destroyed them in combat. They even killed the banker too, because he hit another trolloc pretty hard. Very rude.
After the battle, Girthquake then..
----* HP:Wounded MV:Fresh >
rip heart corpse
Ok.
* HP:Wounded MV:Fresh >
You bend down, thrusting your massive open hand into the dead Captain's torso.
* HP:Wounded MV:Fresh >
You grasp the bloodied heart of Captain Tallanvor.
HP:Wounded MV:Fresh >
You pull it out, ripping it cleanly through a gigantic hole in his chest!
Master Chef Cooking
Returning victoriously, the Fist moved through the Ruin Keep with trepidation. It was time! The ingredients were all present! They stood before Urgle..
and this is what happened..Over seven feet tall, this trolloc bears the marks of a hybrid gone wild.
He has a ram-like muzzle twisted with human features. Instead of rams
horns, his head is topped with stiff spines bleached platinum blonde. They
point backwards in defiance against all that is normal and gleam like frost
on a corpse. His eyes burn with a hungry gleam, so bright they can be seen
behind his tinted spectacles. He wears ragged clothes adorned with
variations of flaming motifs. This trolloc knows flavor.
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef is in excellent condition.
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef is healthy.
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef is using:
<worn on head> a pair of tinted spectacles
<worn about body> a bloodstained apron with flame motifs
<wielded> a hefty cleaver with flame motifs on the blade
o HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
Urlge strokes his frost-tipped goatee.
o HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'YEAH BABY!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Look what the Blight dragged in!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Grab a hunk and join the party!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
Urgle slips his tinted spectacles up and flips them around to the back of his head.
o HP:Hurt MV:Strong >
give quest urgle
You give the foul-mouthed tongue of the Shienaran commander to Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef.
Urgle grabs the thick, foul looking tongue, holding it up in the air.
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'WHOA! This bad boy's got more attitude than Snorakk on a bad
day!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Foul-mouthed and full of flavor!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Mazoku narrates 'nah'
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle throws the tongue into a screaming-hot pan of rendered trolloc fat.
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
The pan blisters and pops.
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Do you hear the sizzle?'
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'That's SHIENARAN RAGE locking in!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Bold and brash and ready to curse the whole pot!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle flips the pan, tossing the tongue on a nearly table.
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
He then pulls out a hefty cleaver etched with flames and begins to chop the tongue.
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
When he is finished chopping, he uses the blade of the cleaver to toss the bits and pieces into the
cookpot.
o HP:Hurt MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Yeah baby! Into the pot you go, you loudmouth legend! Let's
start buildin' that angry broth!'
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
You give a bloated, scarred liver to Urgle.
Urgle hefts the bloated, scarred liver in his hands, looking at it closely.
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
He gives it a sniff, like he was smelling a fine wine.
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'BOOM! Look at this beauty! Marinated in Red Eagle ale for
YEARS!'
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Now that's what I'm talking about!'
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
Urgle gives the liver a quick char over the flames.
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Sear in that hoppy goodness! Full throttle!'
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
He throws the liver on a cutting board and cubes it with his hefty cleaver.
o HP:Battered MV:Winded >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'This liver is gonna bring the body, the depth, the PUNCH! Next
level, baby! Umami for days!'
o HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
give quest urgle
You give the cool, serene eyes of an Aes Sedai to Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef.
o HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
Urgle holds the eyeballs delicately between massive claws.
o HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'OHHH YEAH!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'These babies are ICE-COLD CALM, straight from an Aes Sedai
stare!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
He drops them whole into the bubbling broth.
o HP:Healthy MV:Strong >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'No slicing needed. These eyes are gonna WATCH the whole thing
come together!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
give quest urgle
You give the brilliant brain of a Child of Light officer to Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef.
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
Urgle holds the gleaming, gray brain like a trophy.
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'DINERS, DIVES, and HOLY TERROR!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
Urgle throws the brain onto the table.
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'This Child of Light brain is BRILLIANT!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
Urgle strokes his frost-tipped goatee.
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'It's sharp, tactical, and full of righteous FURY.'
o HP:Hurt MV:Tiring >
He takes his cleaver and mashes the brain roughly with the side of it.
o HP:Hurt MV:Full >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'I'm gonna let that pure intellect melt into the mix.'
o HP:Hurt MV:Full >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'This is the THINKER of the stew!'
o HP:Hurt MV:Full >
Urgle sets his massive cleaver down on the table.
o HP:Hurt MV:Full >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Every bite is gonna feel like a holy war, in your mouth!'
THAT'S SOME GREAT STEW.o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
You give the bloodied heart of Captain Tallanvor to Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef.
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
Urgle slips his tinted spectacles up and flips them around to the back of his head.
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
Urgle lifts up the massive heart, blood still dripping.
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'The finale, the WINNING ingredient, the HEART of a real
soldier, Captain Tallanvor, brave, fierce, poundin' with the courage of a LION WARDEN!'
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
He throws the heart onto the table, picks up his massive cleaving, and begins to work on it.
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'We're gonna tear this thing apart and it's gonna lead the
FLAVOR CHARGE!'
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
Urgle stabs, chops, and dices the heart, ripping it into chunks.
o HP:Wounded MV:Tiring >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'This heart is gonna make this stew ROAR like a lion!'
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Are you ready to serve Blarg?!'
o HP:Scratched MV:Fresh >
You say 'serve Blarg'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle stirs the bubbling cookpot with the shaft of a broken trolloc catchpole.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
The flames underneath the pot leap high.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
The stew almost boils over, crimson-black broth falling down the sides of the pot.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle leans in and sniffs the pot.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'OHHH SNAP! This EPIC stew for Blarg is OFF THE CHAIN!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'It's got rage, serenity, malted flavor, brilliance, and PURE
LION HEART all simmerin' in perfect harmony.'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef bellows 'Blarg, get over here, this is gonna CHANGE YOU!'
Mazoku snickers softly.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myrddraal strolls into the room, his inky black cloak still as he moves.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle lifts a rusty ladle of the stew and expertly tosses it into a cracked porcelain bowl from
another age.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle, Blight-renowned Chef hands a cracked porcelain bowl to Blarg the Myrddraal.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myrddraal tastes epic stew from a cracked porcelain bowl.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
If Blarg the Myrddraal had eyes, they would have rolled back into his head!
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myrddraal hisses 'Excellent work, Urgle!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myrddraal hisses 'Not so fast, Girthquake. Urgle told me he couldn't have done this
without you!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myddraal stares, his eyeless gaze resting on Girthquake.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myrddraal hisses 'Your work proves your loyalty and leadership to the Ghar'ghael and the
horde! You will be a Dark Master. Grovel, worm!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
You grovel in the dirt.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Blarg the Myrddraal leaves the room, his inky black cloak still as he moves.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle dips a rusty ladle into the pot then dumps some stew into a roughly-hewn wooden bowl.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef says 'Tastes just like pork!'
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
Urgle, the Blight-renowned Chef gives you a roughly-hewn wooden bowl of epic stew.
Urlge strokes his frost-tipped goatee.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh > inv
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
You are carrying:
a roughly-hewn wooden bowl of epic stew
a shining steel breastplate
a pair of ebony-steel plate vambraces
a pair of heavy metal gauntlets
a pair of ebony-steel plate greaves
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh > eat food
You dip your hand into the wooden bowl and scoop out some stew.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
You lift your hand to your mouth and begin to eat.
o HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
OHHH BABY! This stew really is EPIC! It's OFF THE CHAIN! Welcome to the DARKEST Flavortown you've
ever tasted!