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Try This Ale,Then Have More Ale Later!-LP LOG

WHO:

Zolomon-Archer, Private First Class, Runner in LP

Pete- Old Retired Major in the LP

Gregorian- Sargent, Fighter,Blacksmith in LP

LOG:

The room was dark, it was cold and damp but about a year ago someone mentioned the idea of making drinks within earshot of a certain blacksmith after they'd lost so many hares to the battle. Greg likes a challenge and figuring out something new keeps him busy but there's only so many hours in the day so if he's got to punish hares he may as well put them to work helping him out with random projects like this "I expect bettah, I really do. Yah not a recruit. I wouldn't even accept this from a laveret" Greg is busy lecturing as he leads the way in to the gloomy room, lighting a lantern on the way in.

Zolomon sighs as he followed Greg, he knew better than to argue with him, paws in his pockets and his one ear drooped down he follows him. The reason for punishment?He overslept, by like 2 hours and missed most of the training drill he was to be at, plus he was supposed to help with a couple hares wanting to do better with archery lessons, but no he overslept and is now living to regret that very much now.He looks around seeing where he is finally and tilts his head, he starts to ask what is here but thinks better of it.

Gregorian sounds quite annoyed about it too "Aftah yah talked about helpin' with the archery too" He finally turns sharply to look at Zolomon but then stops and scowls as he straightens up to his full height. He's a pretty big hare, not Dom big but big enough to loom when he's angry "Stand up straight tah attention!" He barks out the order and keeps his annoyed look for a moment before he turns away again and heads further into the cellar to a spot where there's a few sealed glass containers quietly popping away through valves on top. He wanders among them with the light until he taps on one that's silent "This one, move out ovah there" He points to a clearer spot "Carefully"

Zolomon quickly is at attention and even saultes and stands there very still,he then goes to follow Greg further into the room and nods "Yes sur"He says as he goes to stand where he was told to stand.

Gregorian seems satisfied by the yes sure at least and turns his attention to dig some notes out of a hidey hole between a couple of barrels and frowns at them briefly before he moves over and bends down to hold the light to the glass "...That's darkah then my last try" He frowns at his notes again "I don't think it was supposed tah be darkah" He mutters. He's distracted as he gestures at an empty barrel "Yah got tah get it in there without makin' it splash...and don't break the glass. Glassblowin' is not one of my many talents, I will make yah learn tah make a new one if yah break it"

Zolomon looks over and blinks "Get what's in de...glass here to the barrel?"

Gregorian looks up to stare at him for a long minute "...Yes. Ale in glass" He taps the glass container "Need ale in barrel" He points at the empty barrel "Use funnel. Don't spill" He talks slowly in an exaggerated way before finally snapping out of it "Did yah leave yah brain in bed when yah slept in?"

Zolomon nods and does as he is told, he carefully gets the funnel and pours the dark ale into the empty barrel and then looks to Greg to see what else he needs to do.

Gregorian frowns at the hare before rolling his eyes "Yah can speak. Though I'll warn yah not tah make excuses. Why were yah so late?" He questions as he turns away again to gather a few ingredients.

Zolomon frowns as speaks "I...overslept sur. I am sorry sur I don't usually do that and promise to not again sur."

Gregorian sets about following his notes and making a little concoction in a jug as he talks "And why did yah ovah sleep? I'm night drinkin' or somethin'? Out late runnin' laps tah try and break yah tie with Felicity?"

Zolomon frowns, when Felicity's name is mentioned he smiles and then clears his throat. "No laps...sur..no tis ok ta tie with the lass. I was in de library look' up some stuff, and then had to file a couple reports and..time sort of...lost track of it and..had like 3 hours of sleep."

Gregorian grunts, shaking his head while his eyes are on his work "Now yah makin' it sound like it was necessary but wot I hear out of that is that yah left yah reports tah the last minute and exhausted yahself tah the point it effected yah work"

Zolomon frowns, ok he knows he can do better and speaks again "I will...not save a report till...later, I was looking info up on me grandfather, he was a hare here a...short while Jake Scioto Lafur Foreston Lakewood Johnson....the 3nd"

Gregorian shakes his head as he finally goes to add the fixture to the ale in the barrel "Researchin' family is fine but it's tah be left tah aftah work" He says firmly before pointing at the open barrel "Seal it up" He supervises but does pause to think, trying to remember "...I'm sure I knew a hare called Jake"

Zolomon nods as he figures out how to seal it up, he finds what is needed as he carefully works "Tis.....been a while someone named Bludstrip think was Badger Lord at the time....and he had a son Bastien...and..."He sighs "Kiara..whom was my...mother.aMy mother quit after a really bad ambush with some monitor lizards...some fox or other..guess she like hide away and beasts thought she was dead but she just went to live in Mossflower...meet my dad and well had me...didn't know my father really, he got ill and died when I was a dibbun and mom died couple seasons later so I was alone at like 6 seasons..wandered around, learnt to use the longbow"He smiles as he steps back at a memory"Got ta race some long patrol hares, found out I was a LOT faster than them but didn't join up till later on when me and me friends came ta get help from the Long Patrol when Ormaz was taking over Mossflower"

Gregorian shakes his head "Bludstripe was before my time, we didn't have a badgah lord when I arrived, just the Colonel. No, the Jake I met I don't believe was in the patrol, I think he used tah be but he was at the abbey. Grumpy old sod, we shared that in common" He's listening but he's off fiddling with things around the cellar again at the same time "Did alright for bein' on yah own as a youngstah"

Zolomon shrugs "Suppose.....and me grandfather was kicked out, he sort of knocked a major out and the major got his shoulder broke and was outta service for a while...don't know the whole story something bout not listening and so he and the major fought and major was knocked out and well....me grandfather kicked out of de patrol so he went ta Redwall ta live, was gatekeeper while he was there"He hmmms, well he is talkative as he looks around,"So..helpin ta make..ale sur?"

Gregorian squints as he stops to think "Yes, I remembah him tellin' me that. He was angry with the patrol ovah it or somethin'" It was a very long time ago, he's struggling to remember any of the details. He finally looks back to Zolomon "That was yah grandfathah?" He snorts and shakes his head "When did yah all have tah get so young? I'm not old enough tah be friends with grandparents" He starts scanning down the rows of barrels as he frowns at the thought "Here, bring this one down" he taps a barrel "Makin' drinks seemed like a challenge and there's no one kickin' me out of here for tryin' these days"

Zolomon looks at the barrel and goes to carefully get it down, he whoas and almost drops it, lucky he keeps it balanced and sits it down very carefully, "Tis ok ta be...older, older hares know a lot more, are wiser and have that experence "

Gregorian holds out a paw to make sure it doesn't fall but relaxes when Zol has it. He snorts again "Oh, well that's alright then" He's a bit sarcastic "Experience the wisdom at the bottom of the datin' pile as I grow grey and crotchety by the day" he barks out a laugh and sets to work fixing a tap on to the barrel.

Zolomon shrugs "I have no plans ta date well anyone..." He stays where he is to help if needed, then again he hasn't been dismissed.

Gregorian waves a paw dismissively "Yah young. Me, I've got a kid, I've been married. Yah get tah miss that sometimes" He pours a drink and inspects it before offering it to Zolomon "Evidently I'm past it though and bound tah associate only with grandparents from now on" He hasn't poured himself anything. His attempts at brewing hasn't been particularly successful and what he really brought Zolomon here for was to be a guinea pig to see if it was drinkable this time.

Zolomon shrugs "Married...me?" He chuckles a little but seems to be thinking and smiles, then blinks oh a glass of.."Wot..is it?" He asks as he looks at the odd looking ale.

Gregorian smirks very slightly "Well I wasn't thinkin' of specifically marryin' yah, I mean yah'd probably be late for a start" He leans back against a rack of barrels and watches Zolomon with the drink "Yah tell me. I want tah see if it tastes like it should. See if yah can guess"

Zolomon blinks "I...knew that..."He sniffs the drink, well if he dies he can haunt the hare as he takes a couple swigs of the ale and coughs a little.Well it is strong what whatever it is.

Gregorian laughs at Zolomon's blinking "Yah'd have tah at least buy me a drink first" He jokes before watching the hare really closely when he drinks. There's a long pause and Greg raises the light towards him "Well yah haven't turned green and looked disgusted. That's a start"

Zolomon looks at Greg and oddly drinks more of the mixture and coughs "Tis.....strong...sort of like..-cough likely to much kick to it-...I don't know...fruity?"

Gregorian tilts his head as Zolomon actually drinks more and so finally Greg pours himself a small drink "Hrm, yes, used some pressed blackcurrents and apples in it" He takes a sip and his whiskers twitch at the strength.

Zolomon nods "Its....ok s..sur...yeah ok ale or..corial, ok something..."He chuckles a little now and hmmms "So ya did this...ok maybe ale stuff"He shrugs.

Gregorian drinks it slowly, thinking as he does "It's bettah but I don't think we'll be havin' it in the rec room anytime soon unless I come up with somethin' tah call it tah disguise the taste...It's all my own work but it's not made of metal so it's somewot outside my extra of expertise"

Zolomon shrugs "Maybe......wot else is down 'ere?" He is curious and in a talkative mood now. "Hee..ya a blacksmith....thats a good skill....not me gonna stick with archer and runner.....Felicity is a runner too, sort of nice and she and me is fastest hares around, hee hee...she also has pretty eyes and a pretty smile and she is me friend...friends yeah."

Gregorian looks around at the barrels "Drinks from across the years, some made by the cooks. They seem tah know wot they're doin'. Yah can't have them though, they're for meal times" He tilts his head as Zolomon starts talking about Felicity "Pretty eyes eh? Someone sounds like they want tah run off with a certain runnah"

Zolomon snorts, he could try a little more of the ale Greg made though."Yes..pretty..."He smiles "Bu..beautiful and I..."He seems in deep thought at his words.."I..."Is he in love with Felicity? He frowns a little , he does like her, maybe more than like but likely not gonna say much "Sorry s..sur sort of..lost in thought, ya need help with something else?" Ok he is a little..buzzed with ale or whatever the drink was made from, maybe its rum.

Gregorian raises an eyebrow and looks down at his drink "How strong didn I make this?" He mutters "Yah've had one mug" He hehs, amused "Well if yah not just a lightweight I can definitely get beasts interested in a drink that strong" he moves the barrel back to a shelf to keep for later "Drinkin' or not yah still on punishment. Yah can wash the glass containah our" he nods towards the one they'd emptied into the other barrel "While yah doin' that I'll be workin' on anothah batch. Don't break anythin'"

Zolomon frowns and nods, yeah he can still clean and will be careful "Yes...sur" He sighed and carefully cleans the containers of glass, he again almost breaks it but luckily he doesn't, its safe and sound as he places it on the floor of the cellar after cleaning it and sighs as he looks around.He ends up helping get ingredients for some sort of ale, when he is finally released he goes to have an ale in the rec room.

Also in the Rec Room is Old Pete, isn’t he usually like on sentry duty? Well even this old as dirt hare needs a day off.He is sipping an ale and watches Zolomon come in”Ya look horrible kid”

Zolomon frowns and sits down and gets an ale as he drinks some “Yeah yeah...just need ale”

Pete grins “Yeah yeah kid….just drink some ale it will cheer ya up..though don't drink too much..some can’t handle too much ale”

Zolomon snorts, “I bet an old badger once in a drinking contest, his name was Zee...he was neat...wait he made of won, I don’t remember..been a while.”

Pete rolls his eyes”Yeah right like ta see ya try and beat me in a drink contect kid..ya will lose”

Zolomon snorts “I will win...so ...yeah” He grins “Ok let’s do it….this will be fun.”

Pete shrugs “Wot ever kid...wot ever…”

==Many many drinks later==

“See..*hic*..I be de best...I am de..de..winner...and ya know wot…*hic* I love Felicity..ya I...I…”He groans..too..much..ale and he throws up and slumps in the chair, “I….feel...sick..”He passes out.

Pete catches him as he finishes the last ale and smirks “I win…”He carries the hare to bed and then comes back to the Rec Room.

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I play:
Oz-  Badger-young adult-Wanderer