D&D 5E CB's Stonefast IC -- COMPLETE

[Forged Fury]

Fulgrim danced a little jig. "Delightful!" he exclaimed. "I think you should all try some, it's quite amazing."

He asked Father Spec for the bag of holding, hoping to find a few canteens or empty waterskins to fill with the brew.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Spec hands over the bag when asked, and is mildly curious about the vomit everywhere.

 

[Skarsgard]

"I know this trick, Fulgrim." Colden says with a shake of his head. "It tastes like puke and you want all of us to try it!"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Here's what Father Spec had in the BoH when he unceremoniously arrived inside Stonefast: Father had absent mindedly put into the sack three quivers--each with 20 arrows--of shortbow arrows, a greatsword, a shortbow, twelve days of trail rations, his own backpack full of gear, and various and sundry personal accoutrement before he realized just how much he'd stuffed in there. Testing his theory, Father wantonly stuffed an entire small-sized wooden chest into the sack. It fit! The sack swallowed the whole chest. I'm willing to say the "various and sundry personal accoutrement" includes a few items helpful to this and other similar "specimen collecting" ventures. Read more: http://www.enworld.org/forum/showthread.php?395914-CB-s-Stonefast/page6#ixzz3n7sNFUmD

Fulgrim dug around in the Father Spec's special canvas sack and came up with the following containers: three empty small glass vials, a clay mug, and an extra waterskin (empty). He also found a brick of soap. And a boar bristle brush. Along with a tub of what smelled like scented talc.

 

[Forged Fury]

Fulgrim set about collecting samples of the beer using the various containers he found in Father Spec's bag of holding. "Faerun will thank you, Father!" the dwarf said, positively inspired. He filled the clay mug and drank from it as he collected the specimens. Wagging a finger at Colden, he replied, "I'm not one for misdirection. This is one of the most amazing brews I've ever had. I feel like 100 gold pieces. This must be the work of the Ironfist Pariahs. I can only hope there is a brewery with notes that have survived the years." He sipped from the mug liberally.

 

[tuxgeo]

OOC: How much space is available in the fountain room? Can Guran fit inside?

Guran tries to enter the room and move to the fountain to test what Fulgrim has discovered. If he gets as far as the fountain, he cups his hands to catch a double-handful of the liquid and, raising his hands to his mouth, he quaffs it. If he finds its flavor to his liking, he repeats the sampling process once, then again.

"I like a good brew as much as anybody. Let's learn whether this brew likes me in return.
"Aside from that, though, what's the meaning of all this vomit lying about, eh? Could this brew be intended to disagree with anyone who is not a dwarf?"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The room is 10' square. Guran bustled in and knelt by the font, trying but failing to avoid a patch of brown vomit. He quaffed two handfuls, enjoying warmth in his limbs as the beer settled in. A moment later, most of his injuries knitted together. A miracle! He was healed.

OOC: Guran is healed for [roll0] hp.

Fulgrim filled the three vials, clay mug, and waterskin, noticing as he did that the beer seemed to change consistency once it left the font.

 

[Forged Fury]

"Truly a miraculous beverage!" Fulgrim observed as Guran's cuts and abrasions healed before his eyes. Considering the other dwarf's observation, the mage frowned, "Possibly... but that would certainly limit distribution. But I could certainly see brewing something that was disagreeable to orcs! Ha!"

Noting the change in consistency, Fulgrim frowned and tested the beverage in his cup.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

The beer tasted good, but did not impart the special tingles it gave when drank directly from the font.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

OOC: Sorry, I've been out on a vacation.

Away from my beer!!
Roscoe shouts as he rush forward. "This is my treasure"
The Halfling was alchoholic back home and not once nor twice he fumbled in the village dirt roads singing his love to random rocks and trees.