The Bloodline of Torch in Dragon Cave Role Plays Posted September 18 The Marrovargs ditched the parts of their Vampire Dragon costumes, that would interfere with eating human food and lead the small group to the mentioned room of offerings. An embalming table had been covered with sable cloth and laden with rather cheerful looking food. There were apples with fanged smiles sliced into, potatoes with funny faces and the meat was carved into the shapes of different animals. Pip, apparently already used to this, sat down and grabbed a 'Vampire Apple', a piece of red meat shaped like a fish along with a 'droopy' and a 'grinny' potato and put them all on his plate. Then he took a pitcher filled with red berry juice and helped himself to a glass of 'blood'. Celeris inspected every piece of food clearly fascinated by the craftsmanship and finally settled on a slice of dragon shaped venison and a skull face potato. Lord Marrovarg grabbed every ear-to-ear-smile potato he could find and passed on the meat, his lady passed on the potatoes and grabbed a big piece of butterflyshaped roasted meat. Both Marrovargs put their haul on the same plate and started eating, their knifes and forks never bothering each other. Pip looked a bit puzzled until he understood and carefully reached for the unused plate to set up a nice dish for the dragons. He selected two 'Vampire Apples', one for each pygmy and a floundershaped piece of meat and cut everything into easily chewable bits. Celeris beamed that her dragon was apparently allowed on the table and fed her a few apple slices before munching on her own food. A few seconds later she remembered once again her courtesy training, swallowed and chirped: "I thank our graceful hosts for this meal, that is...uhm...to die for." Lord Marrovarg bellowed a laugh that made a fine set of dust fall from the earthen ceiling, his wife chuckled into an especially cheery potato and said: "No thanks necessary, you all look like you don't have enough flesh on your bones." Her husband grabbed a napkin from a small casket and brushed away the dust he had caused to fall. While he fidgeted with the napkin, Lady Marrovarg suddenly focused on Alzira and stated: "We have to talk about your companion. What do you know of him?"