Warhammer Quest: The Sylvan Epic

Discussion in 'Games Run By CPA Members' started by Oversoul, May 2, 2016.

  1. TomB Administrative Assistant

    "Thanks for the repairs Dorgath! I thought I was done for for a minute there..."
  2. Spiderman CPA Man in Tights, Dopey Administrative Assistant

    "Seems you took good care of them, though. Now, who do we need to 'talk to' to find out about releasing minotaurs...."
  3. Mooseman Isengar Tussle

    "Who runs this establishment?"
  4. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    A grizzled old pit-fighter answers Carrow...

    "I been doin' the legwork settin' up most the stuff to keep this place runnin', but I don't know nothin' about no minotaurs. I'm pissed off as you are, elf. But I am glad they're dead and no one else had to climb down there and fight 'em. So here, for your trouble..."

    Carrow collects 100 gold.

    "Now I got to get this mess cleaned up. Minotaurs! Don't want to try explainin' that one to the Knights Panther."
  5. TomB Administrative Assistant

    "Maybe we should get with the Pit Master to try and find out what's going on around here..."
  6. Melkor Well-Known Member

    "Sigmar's light will calm this raging animal!" (Where am I in relation to the bull?)
  7. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    Initially, the bull isn't impressed by Kelgar's attempt, and it seems that the priest might have to either move out of the way or fight. But then the bull stands down. Kelgar leads the animal safely back to its stall. The crowd cheers and showers him with gold.

    Kelgar collects 150 gold.
  8. turgy22 Nothing Special

    Throg will continue not sitting on his ass.
  9. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    He doesn't have one yet!
  10. Spiderman CPA Man in Tights, Dopey Administrative Assistant

    "I may have a lead on the culprit but need to check it out alone. If I'm not back in the hour, go to the upper level of this hovel to find me."
  11. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    Dorgath goes up the stairs. Meanwhile, out on the streets, Throg becomes thirsty and is compelled by his Alcoholism to stop at an alehouse. While inside, he is approached from behind by a tall, shadowy figure...

    "You've been asking questions about livestock that are making certain people uncomfortable. I'm here to teach you a lesson about sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."
  12. Melkor Well-Known Member

    "Sigmar be praised! May this serve as a lesson that even the wild hearts of the beasts bow before Sigmar's light."
  13. turgy22 Nothing Special

    Throg will offer to buy the tall, shadowy figure a drink.
  14. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    An unearthly laugh erupts from the tall figure. He seems to drift across the floor, reaching for his drink and downing it in one swift motion. His voice booms and reverberates throughout the establishment.

    "So then, it's to be a drinking contest! I accept your challenge."

    The bartender shouts...

    "A round of Ink Brook Ale, on the house."

    The strange ale is thick and sweet. It almost seems to force its way down Throg's throat. It is strong stuff, but Throg is a Champion of Chaos, and his tolerance is high. One by one, the other patrons in the alehouse collapse, until only Throg, the bartender, and the tall, drifting stranger remain conscious. As the last few holdouts drift off, the air around the tall figure warps. He transforms into a huge daemon.

    "You're a brave mortal, perhaps, but a smart one you are not.
    You should have turned and faced me, unslung your axe and fought.
    I'd have left you, slightly beaten, unconscious in the sun.
    But now I'll eat your soul before the night is done."

    The bartender has somehow transformed into a Chaos sorcerer. He brings a covered tray to the table, then lifts the cover to reveal an ornate bottle of what appears to be boiling ale. Throg spots faded Chaos runes on the label...

    Infernal Heat Ale

    On the tray, there are various objects, giving off a strange, palpable energy. They seem to be simultaneously real and illusory, ethereal and solid, visible and invisible. The daemon seems to be unaware of them. There is an Onion, a Leek, a Cherry, and a Date. The bartender-turned-sorcerer chants...

    "We're not in Chaos Lands here, but south of the border.
    And I can tell that you both have a mighty strong thirst.
    However, in Middenheim, the daemon goes first.
    All things must be added in the proper order."

    The daemon easily drinks his cup, and guffaws.

    "Had I a mortal throat, I suppose that would burn.
    But go on and try, Throg. Now it's your turn."
  15. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    OOC: Add objects to drinks. Don't eat them. I didn't think of that earlier, but it seems like something Throg would try. Don't do it. It would hurt a lot, not matter the order in which you ate them. Also, for the duration of the drinking contest, Throg's dialogue must rhyme. There's no in-game penalty for failing to rhyme, but Spiderman will go back and edit your post to make it rhyme.
  16. turgy22 Nothing Special

    Well this side quest took an unexpected turn. Throg was planning to be friendly just to set up a surprise attack.
    However, in lieu of ruining Oversoul's meticulously crafted plans by going off script, Throg will play along by adding the cherry, onion, leek and date to his ale.

    "That drink's no fun. I'll have a cold one."

    Throg will pound the brew.
  17. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    Throg's cup, once sizzling with heat, chills before it reaches his lips. It's so cold and he drinks so quickly that he is mildly shocked, but it actually tastes pretty good. The huge daemon scowls, having expected that Throg would be more affected.

    "So Infernal Heat doesn't burn you? Is that what we've found.
    Enough of this then. Bartender, another round!"

    The bartender presents another tray. This bottle is even more beautiful than the last, catching the dim light in the room and scattering sparkling hints of color everywhere. The liquid inside is even more turbulent than the previous brew, and shards of some strange substance dance in the glittering light of the liquid.

    Diamond Dust Wine

    The sorcerer presents each participant with a cup, then pushes both trays toward Throg. Even though he put them in his drink, the first tray still has an Onion, Leek, Cherry, and Date. The second tray is a bit more macabre, with what appear to be spectral animal parts. There's a Scale, Fur, and a Tongue. Once more, he chants...

    "I see the last drink didn't leave your throats scarred.
    But brace yourselves. I hear this next one is very hard."

    The daemon drinks the wine just as quickly as he drank the ale, but the spinning diamond bits appear to affect even him. He cringes, but says nothing.
  18. turgy22 Nothing Special

    Throg will add the scale, onion, fur and tongue to the drink.

    "So I guess that you've heard I'm a pretty fierce fighter. Real men aren't afraid of a sparkling cider."

    Throg will sip the wine daintily.
  19. Oversoul The Tentacled One

    The bartender uncovers the next tray and slides it next to the existing trays. It contains a selection of gemstones: Amber, Beryl, Emerald, Garnet, Ivory, Pearl, Moonstone, and Nacre. The bottle looks ordinary this time, but inside there appears to be a thunderstorm. Throg thinks he even makes out tiny ships being tossed about, but maybe he's just a little bit drunk...

    Roaring Thunder Rum

    "Ah, the name of that drink can't truly convey its intensity...

    The daemon lifts a pair of huge hands and plugs his own ears, then grabs the cup with a second set of arms and drinks the rum.

    "But you don't look like you can do that. Such a pity."
  20. turgy22 Nothing Special

    Throg picks up the bottle to examine it more closely.

    "I gotta say that looks pretty wild. I think I'm in the mood for something more mild."

    Throg puts down the bottle and sits back in quiet repose for a minute. Then he straightens up and plops the beryl, emerald, scale and tongue into the bottle. He pauses to re-examine his ingredients. After a moment of contemplation, he adds the cherry, amber, moonstone, pearl, ivory, nacre and garnet. He takes another moment to survey the gradually dwindling choices before pulling out his axe, slicing the onion in two and adding the fur, two onion halves and date.

    He looks at the leek disdainfully before saying, "I appreciate you giving me time to think. I decided I wasn't in the mood for a drink."

    Throg will calmly consume the contents of the bottle.

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