Dunkoro

=dunkoro=

short dirscription
Dunkoro is a mountaineer living in ironforge he owns a restaurent in Ironforge called chez dunk. this restaurant is nearly open but if someone is interested it opens on request. dunkoro doesn't hate night elfes, which is very odd for a dwarf, but lucky enough he hates dreanai. dunkoro is rich on languages he can speak dwarf, cummon, naga and a bit darnassian. he picks his nose often and is a priest

short life story
Dunkoro was born in Ironforge, his parent abused him lot's of time. at the age of 5 he decided to go away from home, he fled away and ,weirdly enough ,was saved from hunger by a bunch of naga's he lived at their side for several years...it was pretty hard for Dunkoro because he wasn't really a swimmer in these years he learned how to swim and to speak the nag a languages and to appreciate all reptiles he also learned the naga hated the elfs. the hate was so tremendous he wondered what was so wrong with these elfs. Dunkoro went to darnassus, here he studied the elf hate against the naga and he studied the priestly ways. after this he went back to khaz modan. he went living in a small house in thelsemar. In menithil harbour he wins a cooking contest after this contest in menthil he get's a job in thelsemar at the inn but after several years he quits the job and leaves for ironforge. after some problems with buying a house and a place for his restaurants he starts traveling the world on his journey he learns alot foreign specialities. when he came back some mountaineers came in and offered him the job as mountaineer chef...dunkoro was happy to accept this. now dunkoro is still living in ironforge somewhere in the mage quarter

dunkoro cooking stories
Dunkoro’s success:

In the late afternoon Dunkoro reached Menithil Harbour for the cooking contest the following day, It was summer and the sky was cloudless. Dunkoro, being tired of the long walk, went to the local tavern. He hired a room for one night. he went to his room and put his bag, full of raw food and lovely drinks, on the ground. After 2 hours of sleeping he was awoken by a beautiful Night Elf, her name was Shadoweyes, she was one of the high officers in the Army of Elune. She told Dunkoro to hurry or else he would be too late for the cooking contest. Dunkoro looked into her glowing eyes, and had a quick though: ‘why do elves have glowing eyes?’. Anyways, he dressed himself quickly and he and Shadoweyes ran to the docks of Menthil, his contestants were already there. As he put the fish on the fire he thought about the money he could win (at the moment he had a shortage of money). The smell of the baked loch frenzy he just had fished in Loch Modon, reached his nose, and satisfied him. He put different spices on the fish. He knew the spices were the most important so he had chosen them carefully and by hand. After a few minutes he took the fish from the fire and made some salad to go with it. The competition was very big, one night elf had prepared fried chicken, and another contestant, a human lady, had made some delicious cookies. It was not such a big contest, but he was very nervous about what the judge (100% Night Elf) would think about his food. Dunkoro picked his nose, as he smelt the rotten bread stored in the crates next to him .He looked inside the crate looking for things to eat while waiting. While he was looking for any non-rotting bread. He noticed some other tough competition at work, a gnome mage called Svenja, conjuring some ice cream that didn’t melt. It was fantastic to see how she did it, he ate some of the ice cream. The sour taste of the lemon ice remembered him of his great youth in Loch Modan and the soft cream of the banana flavour made him happy inside. It seemed obvious to him that she would win. As the judges climbed the stage, Dunkoro took a deep breath. He looked at the crowd gathered around him. The most of them were dwarves, but there were several humans and night elves who blocked his sight so he climbed the crates with the rotten bread (he hadn’t found any normal bread in them).now he could see the stage well. There was a table with five night elves, all with their weird glowing eyes. One of them stepped forward. It had been an hour since they had handed in their meals. As the judges announced their top 3, the winners. On the third place was a night elf called Dhen whom had prepared a spider dish: spider cake, fried spider leg and for drinks: white spider juice. On the second place came a human called anderson, he owned a little tavern in the center of south shore: he had made a perfect beef with nice spices from the plains of the Arathi Higlands, Together with some good bread (not from the crates of Menithil) ‘’Now comes the moment of truth’’ the night elf announced. He took a deep breath, there was a silence upon the crowd, only a baby gnome crying broke it. ‘’And the winner of our cooking competition is…...Dunkoro!!!’’ Dunkoro made his way trough the crowd to the stage. He climbed the cadboard stage, wondering why Svenja hadn’t won, since her food had been perfect. Dunkoro raised his hands in joy, full of happiness he took a big gulp of the bottle of pinot noir that was handed out to the winners. Standing there he bowed down deeply for the crowd, he knew that he was a master chef now!

It was a rainy morning when dunkoro left menethil harbour. Dunkoro was carrying a big brown bag over his shoulder filled with raw fishes, he had fished the day after the cooking contest. In his left pocket he had some gold coins from winnig the contest. A human on a horse rode by. The feet of the horse splased water in Dunkoro's face. Dunkoro at the human in anger: watch out where you’re riding, you silly wobbegong!. Dunkoro weeped the water from his face, but the raindrops made it wet again. He heard a girl shouting at him:stop, Dunkoro, wait for me!…it was Svenja. Dunkoro turned his head and looked at Svenja. As soon as Svenja caught up with Dunk, she said: ‘hello, still feeling happy? Dunkoro scratched his head. He wondered how he was feeling now. He answered: I think I am feeling happy…You don’t know how you are feeling Svenja said well anyway congratulations for winning the contest... after a moment of silence Dunkoro said: thanks,but…why didn’t you win? Svenja took a deep breath…''I have cheated, I put potions in the food. The potions manipulate your brains. That’s why you thought my icecream was delicious. In fact I can’t cook at all.'' Svenja started crying. Dunkoro patted Svenja,don’t be sad, you may not have proven yourself as a worthy cook, but you have proven yourself as a very good alchemist, you should be proud on the potions you can make! Svenja looked Dunkoro in the eyes and smiled. Dunkoro was looking ahead of him; proud on the bright words he just had said… he was so clever! After hours of walking they stopped walking, made a campfire and set up a tent. Svenja had trouble finding dry wood, since it had just stopped rainng. Dunkoro was making a nice meal from: cheese, unions, boar meat and more meats. Svenja asked: why are you preparing that much food  dunkoro answered:well, we are in the Wetlands and I just have seen a group of crococodiles so I am also preparing some food for them. Svenja started laughing. ''Are you serious? Do you really think crocs won’t eat us if we feed them? Dunkoro replied yes I really think the crocs won’t eat us if we feed them.'' A crocodile came behind the tent. The croc growled. Svenja grabbed her staff to cast a deadly spell. Dunkoro shouted: STOP, let me handle this! Dunkoro growled at the croc. The croc slowly walked to the campfire Dunkoro picked a bowl out of his bag, filled it with his food and gave it to the croc, who ate it full of gratitude. Svenja didn’t believe what she was seeing…a dwarf talking to a crocodile.Um…Dunkoro, why can you talk with crocs? I grew up with crocs. Answered Dunkoro. They saved my life once when I tried to kill myself. Why did you want to kill yourself? asked Svenja. I’d rather not talk about it. Dunkoro replied. After 12 well fed crocs Dunkoro and Svenja went to sleep. the next morning they left to Loch Modan. After several days walking they came in loch modan. Svenja had to go because she lived in kharanos, the place where dunkoro's uncle lived, an uncle who had always told stories about trolls who took childs out of their bed when they had been naughty. where many of his little adventures had taken place. For example when he had stolen beer from the old tavern master and had run away with it until a mountaineer grabbed him and took him back to the tavern master to apologise. He gave her a big hug ,gave her some good simple recepies for her to make and waved her goodbye.

While walking home, he tought about his family, he had had a brother. It was so long ago when he was with his family. He left his family when he was five. He didn’t rember the name of his brother…Who cared, he didn’t even know if they where alive. As soon as he came home he crashed down on his bed, took a deep breath and fell asleep immediately.

He was so clever.

As Dunkoro woke up he jumped out of bed. He just had had the weirdest dream about a big pie dominating Thelsemar. He putted on some clothes and went outside. The sun was shining in his face. Some birds sang there song. It was a lovely day to hunt…Hunt for jobs. As he knew the local inn needed a waiter, he should sign up. But he knew the inn master didn’t like him, he was called Bruli Heartstove. He had done so many things wrong, he had stolen his beer, he had painted the inn, he put raw fishes in the pants of some of his clients…Anyways, getting a job at the inn should have been a though job for Dunkoro. Dunkoro entered the inn. This was the first time since 5 years he had been in the inn. The last time the Bruli tried to shoot Dunkoro because Dunkoro had putted snot in every glass. Dunkoro had became wise of his journeys in the elven lands and learned about decent manners (although he never used his decent manners except when he was with some other races then dwarfs and gnomes at the table and now he also used his decent manners). He waved at some dwarfs he knew. He walked slowly at the inn master. Then suddenly…somebody shouted…DUNKORO…the inn master stood up as quickly as possible running to the place where his rifle was. Dunkoro shouted:’Wait! Please!’ The inn master grabbed his gun, pointed it at Dunkoro and said:`What are ya doin’ here... Get tha fock outa here!` Dunkoro answered:`Um sir ah´m lookin’ for a job and I heard ya where in dire need of a waiter.` `Whot are ya sayin’? Ah do not need a waiter.` Bruli replied. Than a dwarf turned his head, it was a dwarf with a small nose for a dwarf, with brown hair, he had one green and one red eye and no clothes at the upper part of his body. He also had big muscles and a great axe was lying on the table. He answered full of anger: ‘Why do ya lie?! Ya hella know ya need a waiter, now someone who has done a little bit wrong comes along and ya say he can’t work here. Ya’re out of yar mind!’ Dunkoro was surprised with the sudden words of the dwarf and waited for the inn master to reply. But the inn master didn’t react. So Dunkoro said: ’Um mister does this mean I have the job?’. The inn master nodded, he didn’t dare to say anything… Together they walked to the bar when Dunkoro asked: ‘Why are ya afraid of that dwarf?’ ’He is a master killer he has once killed an entire village of trolls without even being touched by one of the trolls, some here say he is possessed by evil gods… Anyways he has killed a lot and he has no temper at all.’ The inn master replied. Dunkoro turned his head looking at the dwarf. He was drinking a huge glass of beer. ‘What is his name?’ Dunkoro asked. The Bruli didn’t know and he didn’t want to talk about it him. He quickly explained Dunkoro what to do as waiter and told him how many he would earn. Dunkoro had to start the next day with his job. The next morning Dunkoro went to the inn he first had to wake some clients for breakfast, he hadn’t cooked. He saw the omelette and bacon burned and not spiced. He quickly had to speak with the inn master, who was the inn cook. After he had served breakfast and had cleaned the dishes he went to the Bruli. ‘Um sir,’ Dunkoro said, ‘are ya trying to kill tha clients?!’ Bruli looked in the face of Dunkoro wondering what Dunkoro was meaning. Before Bruli even could ask what was wrong, Dunkoro explained: ’Ya call this cookin’? Let me maka ya some food.’ Bruli was thinking about answering but when he opened his mouth to say something, Dunkoro was already busy breaking eggs, cutting lettuce. baking meat. After he was ready with cooking he served it to Bruli, and after a few bites of the dish he mumbled: ’Dilishes, werry good dunkworo!’ Dunkoro was pleased to hear it. And from that day Dunkoro made every meal in Thelsemar and more people start to come until one day...

It was a blank day – no rain, no sun. Just a thick blank of cloud choking the sky. It was autumn, and the inn was almost abandoned. Dunkoro was lying on the floor thinking about what the biggest thing he could put in his nose was. It was afternoon when an elf entered the inn. It became silent instantly and everyone looked at her with a look that made her feel really sick, except for Dunkoro, because he was in the kitchen lying on the floor thinking about stupid things. She walked in and took a seat. Everybody stared at her as if she were stark naked. Dunkoro noticed the silent from the tavern room and stood up to look what was going on. He came into the main room, saw the elf, and made straight for her. The elf noticed Dunkoro didn’t look at her with that ugly look. Dunkoro saw it was a night elf with subtle pink skin and a ponytail in her midnight blue hair. She took a deep breath and said nervously: “Is it possible to get some food here?” Dunkoro opened his mouth to answer, but a half-naked dwarf, who Dunkoro knew as Umbert and had done some work culling the local troggs and ogres for the town, and who had been quietly supping a tankard of Thunder Ale on the far side of the tavern, jumped up from his seat. He pointed one finger of a vicious-looking power claw at the elf, and roared a challenge. “What the fock d’yeh thenk yeh’re doin’? Walkin’ inteh our inn an’ ask fer our food? Yeh think yeh’re the cock o’ th’walk ‘ere, eh? Yeh’re not in tha’ filthy hole in th’ground yeh call a home anymore, she-elf! Yeh dunnae even deserve to walk in our lands. So get th’fock oot, befer I rip yeh’re throat out and feed yeh’re corpse teh th’troggs!” The elf was a smart girl - she knew she couldn’t win against this hot-headed dwarf. So she made to leave. But Dunkoro wasn’t going to back down to Umbert in his own home, and pushed her back on her chair. He turned his head to the half-naked dwarf. “She’s stayin’! If somebody wannae enjoy mah food it his or her right teh do so! So leave this elf alone!” The elf stared at the back of Dunkoro, shocked that a complete stranger would stick up for her like this.

Umbert couldn’t believe his ears. Dunkoro, the one who made him a dinner, which helped him forget all his mental pain every single day. The one who owed him his job, was quarrelling with him over some whorish she-elf? How dare he! How could this dwarf be nice to an elf? “Dunkoro?! What the ‘ell’re yeh doin’?! Yeh cannae let this filth in the yeh’re pub!” “Why can’t I?!” Dunkoro yelled in reply, “They are intelligent and agile fighters, and have as much right to stay here as you do!” Dunkoro was replied to with a strike across the face, which knocked him to one side, and down on one knee. “Never thenk elves’re anywhere near as tough as Dwarves! Yeh hear me, chef?!” Dunkoro remained calm, as he got up and said to the elf in rigid, novice Darnassian: “I will distract him. You get out of here.” Dunkoro turned to Umbert, and made some insult up, trying to take advantage of Umbert’s short temper. “I know how yeh’re mother died. She was killed by-” Before he could finish, Umbert had grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and pinned him against the wall. “Yeh got a slippery tongue, Dunkoro. Dunnae make me cut it out fer yeh’re cheek!” Umbert hissed in his face, his glaring eyes inches from Dunkoro’s. Every eye was on the duo, except for the elf, who was taking advantage of Dunkoro’s diversion and crept out.

Dunkoro suddenly whipped out his shield from the depths of his coat. Umbert slashed his power claw across it to intimidate his opponent, but Dunkoro was undaunted. He saw his chance to cast a quick spell and get Umbert away from him. Dunkoro summoned energy to his hand, and threw it at Umbert. But the wild dwarf had foreseen this, and dodged aside. The spell flew across the tavern, and struck one of the on-looking dwarves, who flew back against the far wall unconscious. Now the furious red-bearded dwarf leapt on Dunkoro, who fell back on the floor. Umbert grinned mockingly at the dwarf below him, and raised his claw to rip through his head like a melon. The blades flickered in the firelight, relishing the blood to come. But Dunkoro was quicker, and all that the blades fed upon was Dunkoro’s thick shield. The cook planted his feet between himself and Umbert, and levered the mad dwarf across the tavern, sending him crashing into a table, which smashed under his weight. He had two choices now: kill Umbert so he would never be a threat to elves in Khaz Modan again. Or he could leave him alive and get away from Thelsamar as quickly as possible. But Dunkoro wasn’t ready for such a brutal fight. His armour was locked away, along with his weapon. He kept his shield on him all the time anyway, for moments such as these. The chef blinked back to the present, and heard Umbert cursing as he untangled himself from the remains of the table. Dunkoro took the latter choice, and fled for the door. Although he didn’t want to, he had a sickening feeling that that wasn’t the last time he’d encounter Umbert on such unsavoury terms. He ran across the town square, and vanished into the forests of Loch Modan, making his way to Ironforge.