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Runequest 2nd Ed: Tale of Flameshot - Glory of Yelmalio [FINAL UPDATE 6th Jun]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3541705" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Troll Brews</strong></p><p></p><p>I have come to the conclusion that trolls bring very little to this world. They scavenge what they can, and steal most of the rest from others. They have little art, song or culture of note, and excel only at the art of war. Most of their buildings are tunnelled from whatever materials surround them, be it rock, clay, trees, rubbish or sand. They are brutal savages, who deserve not the light of Yelmalio. The sooner we leave their lands, the better for us all.</p><p></p><p>Three days away from our destination, Murias stopped us, telling us what he knew of the challenges that would face us ahead. It turned out that the details were bare, very little on which to base a trading expedition such as this.</p><p></p><p>He had a map, which showed the way to a secret entrance into the troll city. Once we got to this secret place, and we weren’t attacked, one of us would have to complete a drinking challenge, to be granted access to the city should we complete it. Murias had very little in the way of details on the tasks which would risk us our lives. We weren’t particularly complimentary about our employer, but we still had a job to do. I volunteered to take part in the challenge if more than one could take part, but reckoned Liverpate to be the strongest drinker among us.</p><p></p><p> Following the sketches which Murias claimed constituted a map, we finally came upon a roughshod building which could be the place we were looking for. Leaving Lorange and our newest companion with Dyllon and the other members of the caravan, I prepared to follow Liverpate in , alongside Hoisin, Khaki, alongside Hoisin, and lastly our employer. Part of the challenge was to enter and chant some nonsense rhyme about a drinking contest. This was Liverpate’s task, and he would lead the way.</p><p></p><p>Ready for trouble, we made our way in, Liverpate shouting the nonsensical words Murias had taught him. When I entered behind him, I saw what appeared to be a fairly normal bar, albeit troll-sized. We were greeted by a dark troll who appeared to be the bartender. After listening to my companion’s chant, he welcomed us to his bar and the challenge which awaited us.</p><p></p><p>Spooner was the name of our host, a laughing, welcoming specimen of kind, who welcomed us in surprisingly good Sartarite. Several more trolls comprised regular drinkers of the place, regarding us with varying degrees of hostility and curiousity. I reckoned them to be hunters of some sort. Behind the bar, a strange stone-like humanoid was used as a chair, some sort of gargoyle, stripped of wings and hands. A troll-kin cowered near to our host, a servant and the pourer of the various ales.</p><p></p><p>Spooner assumed we were here to gain entry to the city, and attempt the challenge before us. Although this place was supposed to be secret, I gathered that he had welcomed people like this many times before. There were three rounds to the contest, and as many of us as we liked could enter. We would be drinking troll-beers, harmless to troll-kind, but toxic to humans, with various side effects. For the first drink, we could choose our own punishment, with Spooner selecting the second drink, and a bystander our third. If we survived all three drinks, we would complete the contest. After a brief discussion, I stepped up to the test, alongside Liverpate and Hoisin. Our short ally decided to play it safe and Murias had no intention of touching liquid so dangerous as ale for trolls. </p><p></p><p>The patrons looked us over with interest, seeming to make bets with coins changing hands. The scraps of dark tongue I had learnt were not enough to discern much, but they didn’t seem to mean any harm. After some brief bargaining, the priest of Issaries agreed to pay for the ales consumed in the contest, as part of our costs. Any others we would need to pay for ourselves. Wishing each other luck, we prepared for the first round.</p><p></p><p>With six troll brews to choose from, Liverpate and I went for the crudely named Skullbuster, which we consumed without trouble. Although it had a dark appearance, mouldy texture and bitter aftertaste, it wasn’t as bad as we feared, and we had no trouble with the first round. Hoisin chose Rainbow Delight, a bubbly mixture of luminous orange, red and yellow sections. Drinking one colour at a time, and using spells to aid his recovery, the Hemakt initiate chugged his was through the colourful brew, one colour at a time. He described burning pains inside, but made it through regardless. The symbols on his abdomen glowed slightly, but our first round was complete.</p><p></p><p>Directing the troll-kin servant to the barrels, Spooner chose our second round brews. Liverpate easily finished a second Skullbuster, as I tackled a strong-but fruity drink known as Drive-Careful Wine. It had several unidentifiable chunks, possibly meat, floating at the top, but I calmed by stomach and drained the beverage without ill effect. Hoisin was another matter, demonstrating a lack of resistance to the troll alcohol. Erosion Uzo did it in for him, the strong ale causing him much head pain, with sweat almost steaming from his reddened head. He couldn’t manage to finish his tankard, leaving only two of us to face the last round.</p><p></p><p>For our final drink, Spooner decided we would choose what the other would drink. But instead of a safe practical decision, Liverpate chose an unknown beer, Old Rotgut, for my drink, whereas I let him off lightly, selecting Drive Careful Wine for him to see us through to the city. The Rotgut was surprisingly nice at first, only to be followed by a burning pain in my abdomen, and then several minutes of retching, returning the contents of the ales into a handy bucket. Once again, the Hemakt lay-member had little difficulty, reinforcing my belief of him as our drinking champion.</p><p></p><p>With the third round complete, we had done it, both of us had completed the challenge and gain Murias his entry into the city.</p><p></p><p>As Dyllon tended to some of our ills, Khaki drained the last of her one drink and Liverpate proved his iron stomach by draining a Powsy without trouble, the only beer we had not tasted. With us in varying states of intoxication, we went straight toward the city, ready to face the dangers ahead.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3541705, member: 18108"] [B]Troll Brews[/B] I have come to the conclusion that trolls bring very little to this world. They scavenge what they can, and steal most of the rest from others. They have little art, song or culture of note, and excel only at the art of war. Most of their buildings are tunnelled from whatever materials surround them, be it rock, clay, trees, rubbish or sand. They are brutal savages, who deserve not the light of Yelmalio. The sooner we leave their lands, the better for us all. Three days away from our destination, Murias stopped us, telling us what he knew of the challenges that would face us ahead. It turned out that the details were bare, very little on which to base a trading expedition such as this. He had a map, which showed the way to a secret entrance into the troll city. Once we got to this secret place, and we weren’t attacked, one of us would have to complete a drinking challenge, to be granted access to the city should we complete it. Murias had very little in the way of details on the tasks which would risk us our lives. We weren’t particularly complimentary about our employer, but we still had a job to do. I volunteered to take part in the challenge if more than one could take part, but reckoned Liverpate to be the strongest drinker among us. Following the sketches which Murias claimed constituted a map, we finally came upon a roughshod building which could be the place we were looking for. Leaving Lorange and our newest companion with Dyllon and the other members of the caravan, I prepared to follow Liverpate in , alongside Hoisin, Khaki, alongside Hoisin, and lastly our employer. Part of the challenge was to enter and chant some nonsense rhyme about a drinking contest. This was Liverpate’s task, and he would lead the way. Ready for trouble, we made our way in, Liverpate shouting the nonsensical words Murias had taught him. When I entered behind him, I saw what appeared to be a fairly normal bar, albeit troll-sized. We were greeted by a dark troll who appeared to be the bartender. After listening to my companion’s chant, he welcomed us to his bar and the challenge which awaited us. Spooner was the name of our host, a laughing, welcoming specimen of kind, who welcomed us in surprisingly good Sartarite. Several more trolls comprised regular drinkers of the place, regarding us with varying degrees of hostility and curiousity. I reckoned them to be hunters of some sort. Behind the bar, a strange stone-like humanoid was used as a chair, some sort of gargoyle, stripped of wings and hands. A troll-kin cowered near to our host, a servant and the pourer of the various ales. Spooner assumed we were here to gain entry to the city, and attempt the challenge before us. Although this place was supposed to be secret, I gathered that he had welcomed people like this many times before. There were three rounds to the contest, and as many of us as we liked could enter. We would be drinking troll-beers, harmless to troll-kind, but toxic to humans, with various side effects. For the first drink, we could choose our own punishment, with Spooner selecting the second drink, and a bystander our third. If we survived all three drinks, we would complete the contest. After a brief discussion, I stepped up to the test, alongside Liverpate and Hoisin. Our short ally decided to play it safe and Murias had no intention of touching liquid so dangerous as ale for trolls. The patrons looked us over with interest, seeming to make bets with coins changing hands. The scraps of dark tongue I had learnt were not enough to discern much, but they didn’t seem to mean any harm. After some brief bargaining, the priest of Issaries agreed to pay for the ales consumed in the contest, as part of our costs. Any others we would need to pay for ourselves. Wishing each other luck, we prepared for the first round. With six troll brews to choose from, Liverpate and I went for the crudely named Skullbuster, which we consumed without trouble. Although it had a dark appearance, mouldy texture and bitter aftertaste, it wasn’t as bad as we feared, and we had no trouble with the first round. Hoisin chose Rainbow Delight, a bubbly mixture of luminous orange, red and yellow sections. Drinking one colour at a time, and using spells to aid his recovery, the Hemakt initiate chugged his was through the colourful brew, one colour at a time. He described burning pains inside, but made it through regardless. The symbols on his abdomen glowed slightly, but our first round was complete. Directing the troll-kin servant to the barrels, Spooner chose our second round brews. Liverpate easily finished a second Skullbuster, as I tackled a strong-but fruity drink known as Drive-Careful Wine. It had several unidentifiable chunks, possibly meat, floating at the top, but I calmed by stomach and drained the beverage without ill effect. Hoisin was another matter, demonstrating a lack of resistance to the troll alcohol. Erosion Uzo did it in for him, the strong ale causing him much head pain, with sweat almost steaming from his reddened head. He couldn’t manage to finish his tankard, leaving only two of us to face the last round. For our final drink, Spooner decided we would choose what the other would drink. But instead of a safe practical decision, Liverpate chose an unknown beer, Old Rotgut, for my drink, whereas I let him off lightly, selecting Drive Careful Wine for him to see us through to the city. The Rotgut was surprisingly nice at first, only to be followed by a burning pain in my abdomen, and then several minutes of retching, returning the contents of the ales into a handy bucket. Once again, the Hemakt lay-member had little difficulty, reinforcing my belief of him as our drinking champion. With the third round complete, we had done it, both of us had completed the challenge and gain Murias his entry into the city. As Dyllon tended to some of our ills, Khaki drained the last of her one drink and Liverpate proved his iron stomach by draining a Powsy without trouble, the only beer we had not tasted. With us in varying states of intoxication, we went straight toward the city, ready to face the dangers ahead. [/QUOTE]
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