#harrowing 2016

[disanvel]

 Inktober 2016 - Day 7

Bewitching Tristana! She is one of my favourite champs and Yordles <3 I really loved how Riot played with the cat features

[ask-riven]

Riven’s Harrowing Token Tally!

@piltoverharrowing / @sheriff-caitlyn

1 Bottle of Cider 3 Yellow Tokens 8 Red Tokens 5 Green Token 2 Wood Tokens 5 Black Tokens 1 Blue Token 2 White Tokens

[ask-riven]

// I just wanna give a shout out to @sheriff-caitlyn / @piltoverharrowing for going through all the trouble to host this awesome Harrowing event.  It’s always loads of fun, and really brings so many people together.  Thank you so much for putting this event on for everyone.  I for one absolutely love it, and have every single year I’ve been here.  <3

[askmorgana-blog]

@sheriff-caitlyn, @tekunvalos

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[ask-riven]

Riven frowns at her stomach. It’s upset after sampling all the sweets people have made. On one hand, the Harrowing festival is a great way to get free food. On the other hand, most of it is full of sugar. And excess sugar is not something that the Exile is used to eating. Why couldn’t people actually make FOOD instead of just sugary snacks and desserts…

Maybe she could salvage this by pitting @tekunvalos and @blackmagic-and-baking against one another in a contest of which one could make better eclairs. At least that might be amusing, and make the stomach ache worth it.

[ask-riven]

*Casually tastes Boar Leg Stew*

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“What is -that-?”

That was what they asked when the uptight tech-folk of Piltover laid their eyes on what was sitting in a large borrowed pot, on top of a very out-of-the-ordinary fire in the middle of the grounds.  Some contest officials had come in to ask her to put it out, but she insisted that if they did they would ruin what she was making, and then she would be very upset.

The large broken blade at her side seemed to glow ominously as she spoke.

The officials had left her alone after that.

Riven knew absolutely nothing about cooking.  She could tell you how to set traps to catch animals, as she’d done to catch the boar.  She could tell you what plants and mushrooms in the area were edible, as she’d gathered a few for seasoning and taste.  She could tell you that she liked potatoes, which she had gotten from some more rural areas of Piltover.  And she could tell you that salt went well with just about everything, and since she had access to it, she had tossed in both salt AND pepper.

Pulling from memory about the foods she had eaten during her time in officer training, she had added onion, and various other vegetables like chopped celery, carrots, and even some crushed garlic into the heaping pot, and set it all to boil away in the pit of fire.  In her experience, cooking was more about survival, not taste.  Nothing was eaten raw, save for a few wild edibles, and this was no different.

The boar had been killed fresh and its field-dressed meat rubbed with salt to preserve it, a trick she’d learned from her few run-ins with sailors and the tendency to eat salted meat as a part of military rations.  It made it taste better, and served to preserve it.  It might have been a little strange to literally see part of a boar leg sticking out of the pot as it boiled, but it’s not like she knew any better.  Besides, maybe leaving the bone in the stew would improve the taste.  She’d seen bones in soup in Noxus growing up, so she could only assume.

Meanwhile, the city-folk could only gawk as this tanned, toned, obviously Noxian woman dressed in a cloak and partially raggedy clothing butchered a boar and put on some strange display of wilderness survival cooking with a bit of flair.  Safe to say, watching her slice, chop, and carve vegetables into pieces with a knife was mildly disconcerting, mostly because she didn’t do it like a chef, she did it like someone trained to use a knife to fight and kill rather than separate bits of vegetable.  The chunks were larger than one might normally have, but in an eerie way, it added to the mystery.

After everything was prepared, she sat down next to the fire and just stared back at people giving her strange looks as it boiled away.  When they asked what it was, she simply replied “Food.”, and left it at that.  The boar leg sticking out of the pot only added to the discomfort.  There was no pomp, no celebration, just a big pot of stew with a leg in the air, and a woman with a piercing thousand-mile stare sitting next to it as it cooked, casually sharpening the edge of a huge broken blade.

After hours of cooking, sharpening, and strange looks, the fire having burned down to hot embers and the pot boiling like a cauldron, the top was removed, and the Exile would be ready to greet the judges, curious tasters, or mortified onlookers.  It was still “food” but after a while, Riven had called it “Boar Leg Stew”  just because she enjoyed the look on the faces of the passersby.

And to add to the presentation, she left the leg standing in the pot.