Postby Turcko » Thu Oct 25, 2018 8:09 am
Turcko woke up sweating as the first rays of Sunrifter pierced through the thick canopy of Verthedge Forest. It had been a nightmare ridden sleep, but then again that was his fault for sleeping so close to the Reborn Zone. He reached for a mug of ale he had concealed nearby and took a large gulp, only to spit it out right back! The surprise and horror in his face were immeasurable, for it tasted alcohol-free! A second try proved just as dull, so the rogue sadly emptied the mug into the ground, where a few worms were also waking up. They too tasted the ale and quickly fled, in their worm-like way of being quick.
He shuffled through his pack and held out a worn-out leather case. Unbuckling it revealed a few scrolls, and he removed the one labeled Milltown. Soon he had vanished to appear again in Milltown center. A short run into the nearby inn, a quick nod to the hanging demon head and he sat down shouting "Your strongest ale, please!". Venteli the innkeeper looked at him with a suspiciously miserable look. "All I have is mead. Would it do?". The rogue sighed and nodded, accepting a mug of ale that he downed half-way before spitting and coughing again "Ack! What terrible taste! Where's the alcohol?!". This time it was Venteli that sighed "There is no alcohol left in all the lands my rogue friend. It is gone. Foreeeeever!".
Turcko stormed out of the inn with great haste, reaching for yet another scroll. Branishor, Dundee, Ryndall, Caernivale... to every inn he went, every drink he tried. Innkeepers everywhere received him with a miserable look and ended with the same dreaded words "Gone. Foreeeeever!".
After much running and portalling and spitting, the rogue somehow found himself by the well in Worldbuilder Lawn. He took a bucket of water out, but somehow even that tasted alcohol-free! At that moment, Ridder Zeric himself descended from Sunrifter, a large mug of delicious looking ale in each hand. "You mortals are undeserving of the gift of alcohol. It is now the privilege of Rifterians alone. Foreeeeever!".
The God downed both mugs with a satisfied look and proceeded to zap the rogue with an alcohol-free bolt of lightning!
It was at this moment that Turcko really woke up, sweating. He immediately looked for his concealed mug of ale and took a large gulp, feeling the familiar and expected taste of ale flowing down his throat. From the Verthedge woods seemed to come a whispering voice in the wind though... "Undeserving... gone... Foreeeeever!".
The rogue shivered and hugged his mug a little.
Turcko, Falx Monde, Ivan Monde, Argoth