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<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v124/warse_no_miko/quest6.gif" align=left>"Oooo! Hi there! Welcome to my mommy Huni's quest for me to become a Legend of the Tale. Who am I? I'm the girl you saw in the first banner! And I think mommy mentioned me in her introduction post. But just in case she forgot (because my mommy's like that, but I still love her), I'm Madam Paestri. And this is my post and this is where I'm supposed to talk about myself. But I don't really know who I am or what I'm supposed to be... Mommy won't tell me anything about my own Legend, because she wants to keep it a surprise. All she will tell me is that I am destined to become a Confectionist Extraordinaire, that I have a very special past, and that I am half-dranic.
<img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v124/warse_no_miko/quest7.gif" align=right>"I really want to find out what the surprise is and all the other secret stuff my mommy's planning for me. But she's been having a really hard time getting me to become a Legend. If you want to know what I am, or what I will be, you could help us. You can donate (and we will lurve you for all eternity) or help bump the thread (and we will luff you forever and ever). But if that isn't something you like, um, maybe we can provide you with some tastey goodies? I could set up a little bakery to help us out, because like mommy, I really, really,
REALLY want to become a Legend of the Tale."
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"I'm going to take a nap now, maybe I'll dream about my life as a Legend..."</center>
Have you heard of the witch who could lure children onto her menu thanks to her unusually delicious house? What about the gingerbread man who sprang to life to escape digestion? How about the Knave of Hearts who pilfered the Queen of her tarts? If you have, then surely you would know that the witch was slain by the very children she attempted to consume. And that if the gingerbread man wasn't devoured by a fox he would have crumbled into soggy bits in the river. And that the Knave of Hearts was severely punished for his appetite and was made to swear off the tarts.
But do you know who gave the witch the recipe for her scrumptious abode? What about the person who provided the ingredients that gave the gingerbread man the ability to flee? How about the person who showed the Queen of Hearts how to make those delectable tarts? If you have, then surely you would know that it was only one person. That person is the Confectionist Extraordinaire known simply as "Madam Paestri."
Royalty would demand for her wares as if their very life depended on it, peasants would line up from sun up until sun down just for a bite of her goods, even magical denizens would fight tooth and nail just so they could have a taste of her fare. Some would visit her shop just to sigh dreamily at the sight of her skin's exotic gingerbread hue and icing pink hair. Others would curiously stare at the chocolate gloves that she was never seen without.
But aside from these things, everything else about Madam Paestri was shrouded in mystery. From her origins, to her sources for ingredients, to her inspiration for the recipes, to the unseen helpers that hide in the kitchen. No one knows how she arrives seemingly overnight with her little shop completley set up the next day, or when she will depart for another town without so much as a word, or how she leaves nothing but a memory to prove she had indeed been there.
Many claimed there was something extraordinary about Madam Paestri, something almost inhuman, something they couldn't even begin to comprehend. For other than the magical creatures that were Madam Paestri's patrons, only a handful of humans knew what the Confectionist Extraordinaire was truly capable of. And only one from this handful lived long enough to tell the Legend of Madam Paestri.
But the words from this person was ignored, declared as lunacy and was soon forgotten. For what was spoken of was Immortality in the shape of a cream puff, True Love in the form of a chocolate biscuit, Eternal Damnation in the guise of an eclaire, and Salvation mixed into a strawberry shortcake. That person knew Paestri had more recipes made (sometimes literally) from the stuff of Dreams, and that each of these special dishes had horrible consequences if eaten for the wrong reason, made with evil intentions, or created with impure ingredients. And Paestri was hunted down, whether the reason was to stop her from creating more of these dishes or to steal her recipes was unclear.
The chase lasted for decades, with Madam Paestri always escaping her pursuer. But in the end, Madam Paestri was slain, before she ceased to breathe, she took a bite from the special dish that she always had with her. She had eaten Rebirth in the form of her chocolate gloves. Her soul travelled for ages, searching for a safe place to start anew, and she found it in a quaint little world called Gaia.
Little did she know that her pursuer had also taken a bite from her gloves...