Theodum had been invited to the naming ceremony of the new tavern at Emerald Lodge. He wasn’t a fan of such crude drinks like Cayden’s Brew – or worse the unrefined taste of real dwarven ale. But as leader of the Lodge it was his duty to be seen in public – at least on special occasions.
He actually enjoyed it being surrounded by cheering folks from the Lodge. He did spot Flitwyck, Armenfast, Endel, Zaar Frozen Blade, Pinki, Baron and many others from the Lodge – all seemingly in a good mood – and most with at least a drink or two too many already.
Walking into the tavern he spotted some good places where he would be able to spread the word about what was going on in the River Kingdoms. He even had a name for it – the Chronicler. This place deserved a story to be told.
On the opposite side of the bar be spotted Dieanira the bard of the lodge. What a great addition to the place – she really was good in uplifting the mood of the lodge. Not like her fighting prowess which still seemed to need some form of improvement. But you had to take your members as they came - with all good and bad characteristics.
Moving towards the bar he noticed that people stepped back and a sudden silence fell upon the tavern. Reaching the bar he noticed a delicate elven crystal glass with a green glowing liquid in it. He had heard about that famous drink – capable to fell the strongest of fighters it was said. It was called the Emerald Spirit
He discarded it as rumours – after all he had seen Thod down two glasses in quick succession as part of a dare – and he hadn’t noticed any ill effect on him.
Smiling he approached the bar and took the glass in his hand. Turning around to the assembled but quiet members of the lodge he held it high to give a toast and poured it down his throat.
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Fortitude Save 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
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He couldn’t remember what had happened next – apart of waking up with the worst headache of his life – hours later – and in his own bed. Maybe rumours that a watered down version of the drink was used in port cities to knock out innocent people and have them awake later on a slave galley wasn’t that far fetched at all.
Surely a drink he would not recommend to any visitor to try at the Spire’s Retreat. Rather a drink he should outlaw on safety and health grounds – alas the people in these lands seemed to react allergic to any laws restricting their freedom.
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