Ice cream churn
Ice cream churns are scripted items that allow players to make their own ice cream and sorbet. There are two levels, a standard churn and an auction-quality rhimar churn.
AnalyzeThis ice cream churn is an ice cream maker. You could PUT appropriate food items into it and TURN the handle in order to churn it into ice cream or sorbet, depending on whether milk has been supplied. You can choose up to two flavors. If you change your mind, you can CLEAN the churn to empty out the chamber.
VERB FIRST THIRD LOOK Beneath the chamber is a small slot, intended to house a piece of rhimar to chill the churn. N/A CLEAN You go about cleaning out the ice cream churn, preparing it for its next use. Vanah meticulously cleans the ice cream churn. TURN As you turn the crank on a large ice cream churn, the rhimar chips in the lower slot of the churn grows cold, quickly cooling the churn. A faint whirring sound emits from the churn, and sorbet slowly oozes from the spigot. You fill a dish with the sorbet and come away with some lemon sorbet. Vanah turns the crank on the rhimar churn, which emits a faint whirring sound. Vanah comes away from the churn with some lemon sorbet.
Auction-Quality Rhimar Churn
The first rhimar churn was released at the Great Auction of 2016. It has the benefit of not needing an additional rhimar item to power it; unlimited milk; unlimited cones; and a flavorings carousel that provides unlimited toppings for ice cream and flavorings for brewed coffee and tea.
AnalyzeThis rhimar churn is an ice cream maker. You could PUT appropriate food items into it and TURN the handle in order to churn it into ice cream or sorbet, depending on whether milk has been supplied. You can choose up to two flavors. If you change your mind, you can CLEAN the churn to empty out the chamber. This churn is also fitted with a milk reservoir that you can FLIP on and off, a cone sleeve that you can TWIST open and closed, and a toppings carousel that you can SPIN. Once you have chosen a topping, you can PUSH the churn to either apply the topping to your dessert or brewed tea or coffee. If not topping a treat, you can PUSH the churn to place some of the topping into the chamber to flavor the next treat.
VERB FIRST THIRD LOOK The chamber is flanked on one side by a sleeve filled with crisp waffle cones that could be twisted to allow access to the cones and a milk reservoir that could be flipped to open, and on the other side by a carousel boasting a variety of ice cream toppings that you could spin to cycle through and push to apply. A bowl of whipped cream is currently at the front of the carousel. N/A CLEAN You go about cleaning out the ice cream churn, preparing it for its next use. Vanah meticulously cleans the ice cream churn. TURN As you turn the crank on a rhimar churn, the rhimar lining in the churn grows cold, a faint rime spreading across the churn's surface. A faint whirring sound emits from the churn, and sorbet slowly oozes from the spigot. You fill a dish with the sorbet and come away with some lemon sorbet. Vanah turns the crank on the rhimar churn, which emits a faint whirring sound. Vanah comes away from the churn with some lemon sorbet. FLIP You flip a toggle on the rhimar churn, opening the milk reservoir. Vanah fiddles with a setting on a rhimar churn. You flip a toggle on the rhimar churn, closing off the milk reservoir. Vanah fiddles with a setting on a rhimar churn. TWIST You twist the bottom of the cone sleeve on the rhimar churn, opting to use a cone instead of a dish. Vanah fiddles with a setting on a rhimar churn. You twist the bottom of the cone sleeve on the rhimar churn, opting to use a dish instead of a cone. Vanah fiddles with a setting on a rhimar churn. SPIN You spin the toppings carousel, bringing a bowl of brightly colored sugar sprinkles to the front. Vanah spins the rhimar churn's toppings carousel with a thoughtful look on her face. PUSH
You take a block of dark chocolate from the churn's toppings carousel and grate dark chocolate shavings into the churn's chamber. Vanah takes a block of dark chocolate from the churn's toppings carousel and grates dark chocolate shavings into the churn's chamber. PUSH
You take a bowl of brightly colored sugar sprinkles from the rhimar churn's toppings carousel and spoon some of the rainbow-hued sprinkles on top of some lemon sorbet. Vanah takes a bowl of brightly colored sugar sprinkles from the rhimar churn's toppings carousel and spoons some of the rainbow-hued sprinkles on top of some lemon sorbet.
Ice cream and sorbet flavors are dependent on the food and drink items provided by the players. Milk is required for ice cream; if no milk is provided, sorbet will be made. Up to two food or drink items can be placed into the churn. Cones and toppings also affect the flavor messaging. Certain flavorings from the coffee and tea brewing system can be poured on ice cream and sorbet as toppings.
- Possible flavor options
|amaretto||butter pecan||cinnamon bun||gooseberry||lemon peel||orange||plum||spearment|
|apple||buttered rum||cinnamon maple||grape||lime||orange peel||pomegranate||spiced chai|
|apple brandy||butterscotch||cinnamon raisin||grapefruit||lychee||papaya||poppyseed||spiced rum|
|apricot||cabernet||cinnamon roll||green apple||mango||passionfruit||praeline pecan||starfruit|
|banana||candied ginger||cocoa||green tea||maple||peach||pumpkin||strawberry|
|banana nut||caramel apple||coconut||guava||maple pecan||peanut||raisin||tangerine|
|basil||cashew||coconut rum||hazelnut||marshmallow||peanut butter||raspberry||toffee|
|black cherry||cheesecake||coffee||honey||marzipan||pear||red currant||vanilla|
|black currant||chai||cognac||honeydew||merlot||pecan||red raspberry||vanilla bean|
|black raspberry||cherry||cranberry||kiwi||mint||pecan praeline||red wine||vanilla mint|
|black tea||cherry vanilla||cream cheese||lavender||mint chip||peppermint||rhubarb||verbena|
|black walnut||chocolate||dark chocolate||lemon||mint chocolate||persimmon||rowanberry||watermelon|
|blackberry||chocolate chip||egg nog||lemon verbena||mocha||pickle||rum||white chocolate|
|blood orange||chocolate fudge||fig||lemon-basil||mocha chip||pickled watermelon||rum raisin||white tea|
- First Verse
As your voice penetrates a rhimar churn, the faint sound of bells echoes around you, followed by the laughter of a young child. A sudden chill fills the surrounding air as snowflakes brush against your face and a scene before you unfolds.
A young halfling child calls out, "Father!" as a boy charges in your direction and through you, stopping before a large wooden wagon filled with a variety of fresh fruit. A man hops down and scoops his young son up, spinning him in the air as the boy giggles furiously. "Soon you'll be old enough to travel with me and gather all the fruit for the shop," the man says as he tickles the small boy. The boy's face breaks into an enormous grin, and he nods with enthusiasm, stopping his father with a tight hug around his neck. On the ground once again, the duo make their way toward a small cobblestone house, each one grasping an overflowing basket of fresh fruit.
Through the frame of the frost-covered window, you observe the warm embrace between husband and wife as the young boys jumps up and down, awaiting another spin in the air. The smoke from the chimney suddenly obscures the vision, returning you back to your surroundings.
As Vanah begins her song, she tilts her head slightly, the look upon her face one of concentration. The look quickly softens, and a smile slowly builds across her face.
- Second Verse
As you continue your song, the once refreshing chill of your previous vision has become a biting, unrelenting snowstorm. Sheets of ice fall at perilous angles, blinding your line of sight, but a pause in the gusts reveals the man yelling out into the storm, his cupped hands covered in thick leather gloves. A taller boy, the son aged at least a decade, emerges from behind a weathered wooden wagon, leading the horses toward a small stable.
A loud peal of thunder breaks the silence of the evening, and your vision becomes a blur of scenes assaulting your senses: a horse rearing in fear, the young boy throwing his hands up for protection, the father arriving to push his son away, the unmoving figure lying in the snow, the uncontrollable sobs drowning out the thunder... and with a bright flash of lightning, the vision disappears.
Vanah slowly weaves her song, shivering slightly as she cradles a rhimar churn between her hands.
- Third Verse
You shut your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for another rush of frigid air, yet it does not arrive.
As your eyes open, you are once again in front of the cobblestone house, and the now-dilapidated wagon rolls slowly toward the front. A young man jumps down from the seat, rushing to grab a pair of wicker baskets, and spills several brightly colored fruits upon the snowy ground. A door opens, and an older gentleman emerges, leaning heavily upon his cane. The younger man runs up to him, embracing him tightly, his arms animated as he regales his father with tales of his travels.
The father smiles and laughs alongside his son, but his gaze is a melancholy one as he walks back inside the house. The son glances at his father's form, then the pieces of fruit laying upon the snow. A moment of realization dawns upon him, and he quickly gathers a number of supplies, rushing off with tools and fruits in hand.
As Vanah begins her melody, she shuts her eyes tightly as though bracing for something. Slowly, Vanah opens them, exhaling in relief.
- Fourth Verse
Your song draws forth a familiar cooling breeze, the fall of snowflakes once again dancing about your form. The elderly gentleman sits quietly, gazing out a window at the snow-covered wagon outside. The tinkling sounds of bells catches his attention, and he turns, surprised by the scene in front of him. The young man holds out a small wooden barrel, a familiar grin upon his face. "I've found a way to enjoy our fruits without having to travel!" he exclaims. He places his contraption upon a table, then places a small basket of ingredients within it. He shows his father the proper way of sealing the barrel and turning the crank, his words a jumble of excitement and joy. The father nods along with the words, his smile quickly morphing into a grin that rivals his son's as he opens the churn to discover the finished treat.
The boy tilts his head inquisitively toward his father, awaiting a verdict. The father turns, slowly standing up to face the boy, then immediately lurches forward, father and son embracing as the vision fades in a flurry of silvered snowflakes.
Vanah gazes across the area with a look of melancholy, her fingers tracing across the a rhimar churn. She begins to smile slightly, then breaks into an enormous grin and lets out several hearty chuckles.
The sound of a tinkling bell and visions of flurrying snowflakes whirl across your mind, but you learn nothing further.