<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Open Quest:</strong> Eclectic Alcohols (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333546.msg15928067#msg15928067)</span><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Boxer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Bondor's Camp/Forlorn Hills/mid-morning/W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Risppt, Selphie, open<br/>Hit Points: 20/20<br/><br/>Yokun quirked his eyebrow at Selphie's hand gesture completely ignorant to Risppt's hulk power. "Why would you explode a Kobold? I mean sure they steal socks, but that's no reason to turn them into adorable scaly fire crackers." Thinking he answered the question perfectly he turned to being eating his stew looking forward to having food in his stomach to soak up some of the alcohol and hopefully head off being as drunk as the Kobold they were about to fight.<br/><br/>He needed to be just drunk enough to not feel any pain, but still be able to punch with accuracy without falling over himself. Soon the slow booming steps of a heavy body approached them. Looking up Yokun nodded to the Troll with a big smile. "Bondor Grayback! Was wandering when you'd grace us with your presence?"<br/><br/>Lumbering to the front of the campfire the large Troll settled down upon a huge piece of tower stone. "Well laddie, ye know I have a caravan empire tae maintain. Tis why I send Runners out tae find things." Reaching into his sporran he pulled out a long pipe of deep red wood. His stubby fingers moved with practiced precision loading the tobacco into the bowl humming softly to himself as he did this. "Now as the poster says. I need ye tae fetch some rare alcohol fer mi collection, eight bottles with three of them gaoing tae yu lot as payment." Once the tobacco was in the pipe he struck a long match and lit the fragrant leaves. "Now ma people found the vintage looking fer new plants and roots fer a new beer I'm thinking up. But what they found was far more interesting, Father's Hammer is a vodka brewed aboot five hundred years ago by the Western Drunken Fist Monks."<br/><br/>He glanced at Yokun as he puffed on his pipe the smoke thick and slightly blue in color. Yokun was the last member of the Eastern Drunken Fist Monks. Maybe he could find something about the order among the ruins. "When this branch of the order fell they left the ruins, but their cellars were among the best built in the world. Sae they stayed secure until the Kobolds found it."  He glanced at Risppt scanning his scales. "They had a silver Kobold with them, much like you lad. Though he was huge and ripped the doors off the cellars sae they could get inside of them. He passed out shortly before my scouts left, but he didnae look like a guest to the drunk Kobolds."<br/><br/>"Ma scouts saw many bottles shattered and scattered around the ruins some bottles of Hammer, but most of them were hoarded around the Blue female that leads the group. She calls herself Casta, and thinks herself the scaly embodiment of yer Goddess lassie, even wears an outfit like yer Abbotryx." He tips his head towards Selphie. "Maybe ye can use that, she also likes women more than men." He chuckled puffing on his pipe a few more times before he looked up at the sky noting the time. "If ye move quick ye may be able tae find most of the tribe passed out after their large booze filled lunches. Sae maybe yu lot can just sneak in and grab the Father's Hammer." He chuckled lightly standing up settling the pipe between his teeth. "Best of luck mates." Giving them one last nod he turned and lumbered back to his main camp.<br/><br/>Processing all that they were told Yokun stood up grabbing one more aleskin off the nearest wagon and took a long pull smiling at his comrades. "Guess its just us in this." He laughed pulling on his bronze spiked knuckles before heading North for the hill they were destined for.