Scouting the Spires

[daedalus@theworld.co]

Brother Causarius looks with interest at the care with which Vanik decants the clear, blue, glowing liquid. With a smile, he asks:

what is that liquid you added to the cider?

As long as he doesn't respond: "It's poison!", then Brother Causarius will further say:

if you don't mind, i'd like to join my brother in a mug


After he serves it, I will smell the mug appraisingly. Partly, I am checking to see if it smells like any poison I've ever encountered. But mostly, I'm appreciating the aroma. After that little ritual has been satisfied, I will suggest a toast to Brother Celarus:

to temperance!


and take a fair sized schlug of booze.

GM:
[sblock]After that initial chug, I'll nurse the same mug for the rest of the encounter, while trying not be be obvious about that.[/sblock]

 

[Samus_the_Lucky]

Celarus gives the bartender a mock disappointed look. "No wine? Well i guess i'll just have to settle for that other drink".

(on the mind-link:
Note: someone was about to come out of the meeting house next door but quickly ducked back in after he saw us enter the bar. Also note: there seems to be some door slamming and shouting happening near by. Perhaps a safe conclusion is that the discussion of our presence is making some people angry, and those people may be making an appearance soon.)

Celarus turns toward Albus (and thus facing the doors) and returns the toast: "Temperance!"

 

[Greybar]

GM Clarification: the cider and the liquor were dispensed and served separately, so there isn't any additive (that Albus could see) to the cider.

If Albus was trying to suggest that Vanik should add a bit of the liquor to the cider to punch it up, then both the GM and Vanik weren't subtle enough to understand.

 

[daedalus@theworld.co]

Ah, sorry. My mistake - I missed the fact that they are in separate containers. Brother Causarius will still inquire after the nature of the potent potable, and will order a small glass in addition to a mug of cider. And will furthermore toast Brother Celarus on the virutes of temperance as we throw back a shot of whatever-it-is...

 

[ericpat]

Locutus thanks Vanik as he receives the cider, and warms his hands against the mug. After a few moments like that, he blows the steam away from the top and takes a sip.

GM
[SBLOCK]I plan to nurse this one drink for the duration. I would like to do so in a non-obvious manner, even if the bartender is undoubtedly used to patrons doing exactly that.[/SBLOCK]

"Vanik, have you made the trip to the island? Or are you too busy serving Hollus" -- Locutus smiles and winks to Hollus -- "and his colleagues to take a day off for travel?"

"Celarus, thank you for the update. Please let us know of further developments, so that we may prepare ourselves."

 

[Greybar]

(Stepping back in time slightly)
Vanik smiles at Albus's curiousity about the pale blue liquor. "This is the cold fire - straight from iceberries, with my own additions. There is nothing like it."

In reply to Locutus, Vanik snifs with some disdain. "I have no desire to ever cross that foggy veil. I'm quite content to let others do that for me and leave me to my freedom and my home."

Celarus[sblock]
There are footsteps pounding on the dirt outside heading towards you. You'd say they'll reach the door in say... one round.
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[Samus_the_Lucky]

Celarus downs his drink and sits up a little straighter, shaking off the burn of the drink, or perhaps he is getting ready for something?

(on the mind-link: We will be having some people joining our party soon. Right...about...now.)

OOC: of course if the doors don't slam open right then, Celarus will look like a dope. If so he'll just put his head down over a mug of cider and be embarrassed...

 

[Greybar]

Celarus and Albus down their respective shots in the name of Temperance, but have rather difference responses to the strange liquor.

Celarus [sblock]
Cold fire seems an appropriate name. It's like someone took a hot ember out of a fire and jammed it down your throat along with a ice cube chaser. Your throat feels like it is burning, and a chill is racing along your limbs and making your chest feel tight. You feel a little shaky right now.
(OOC: Bad time for a Fort SV of 9 (rolled a 1). Celarus has taken some minor cold damage, subdual damage, and his Str and Dex are down a hair. I'll let you describe how Celarus looks and reacts to that.)
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Albus [sblock]
Cold fire seems an appropriate name. It's like someone took a hot ember out of a fire and jammed it down your throat along with a ice cube chaser. But given what Albus has felt before, its actually a pleasantly exhilarating experience.
(OOC: Good time for a Fort SV roll of 17. No ill effects. No obvious positive effects. I'll let you describe how Albus reacts.)
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[daedalus@theworld.co]

Brother Causarius takes the shot of Cold Fire, toasts with Brother Celarus, and downs the glass in one gulp. As he swallows, his eyes unfocus for a moment, his whole body trembles, and a slow smile engulfs his face.

wow
it feels almost exactly like swallowing a hot ember and a cold chunk of ice at the same time

And you know Brother Causarius enough to suspect that he might have direct experience in this matter.

Brother Causarius closes his eyes, swallows again, and breathes out slowly through his nose. His eyes pop open then, and quickly dart to Brother Celarus. He stares at Celraus appraisingly and asks:

how did it taste to you, brother?

GM
[sblock]It suddenly occured to Albus that perhaps Celarus was less able to resist the strength of this drink, so he is appraising Celarus's current condition. I'm assuming that's just a Heal roll, right? Does he appear to be in distress?[/sblock]

 

[Samus_the_Lucky]

Celarus doesn't look like he took the drink too well and his attempts at looking like that the drink didn't effect him is not very successful.

"Oh that's *cough* good stuff *coughcough*. Whew... wow... *coughcoughcoughcough*"