The lands of Langstay, a continent inhabited by many races and creatures. some races bordering on being feral creatures and some labeled as creatures demanding they be considered a race.
These petty issues were not the concern of the one who was labeled the Brew Wizard, and this is why he was labeled as such.
Previously he was known simply as Rumfus the Wizard, long ago he quested, he ventured, he saved and he killed.
He searched for long lost treasures, he hid newly-made treasures so that one day, future adventures could also find their own long lost treasures.
He was tall and muscular, had a thick grey beard, and wore a dark pointed hat with a large brim and a dark turquoise robe with the top half tied around his waist.
One day in his travels he happened upon an individual in a tavern who issued him a challenge.
The individual wore a dehydrated urine colored robe with the hood up, covering his face, he didn’t give his name but his challenge was simple.
“Make me an ale that’s better than any I’ve ever tasted.”
Rumfus knew nothing about brewing ale, he wasn’t one to turn down a challenge, though.
He accepted the stranger’s challenge and went back to his cabin to start working on a recipe to outshine any other.
Rumfus did not do this alone though, he had the help of his ever willing and trustworthy sidekick Cetrid, the half Goblin, half imp.
Cetrid had dark green skin, long gangly limbs, stringy dark hair, pathetic, deformed-looking wings, and a pair of deep blue pants that were ripped off at the knees and held up by a string of leather around his waist.
The two created a device, the only one of its kind to ever have existed in the lands of Langstay, to brew ale with unparalleled purity and quality.
This device was composed of three cylindrical housing units all connected with copper piping, one of the units sat atop a metal box with some sort of control panel on the front.
After much tinkering and taste testing, the two settled on what they felt was the closest to perfection they could achieve.
So Rumfus went back to the tavern where he had met the stranger, to see if he was there once again.
Rumfus opened the front door to the tavern, at the bar sat the stranger, still wearing the urine colored robe, he turned to see Rumfus.
“There you are! I’ve been coming here every night hoping to see you and the ale you’ve created for me.”
Rumfus walked over to the robed man.
“Well, the wait is over, my mysterious friend.”
The mysterious man’s head tilted down, he looked at Rumfus’ hands and in behind him to see no ale.
“You seem to have forgotten something, Wizard, where’s the ale?”
Rumfus laughed.
“I’m sure this fine tavern owner wouldn’t appreciate someone bringing outside ale into his establishment, my cabin isn’t far from here.”
The two traveled the gravel pathway back to Rumfus’ cabin whilst the mysterious man mumbled about ale the entire way.
Rumfus opened the door to his cabin and show to the mysterious man in.
The mysterious man wandered in, bedazzled and confused, he walked towards the device that Rumfus and Cetrid had created.
“What is this thing?”
Rumfus went to the device’s front panel and started pressing some of the buttons.
“This is what we will use to create the ale that you will be judging! Cetrid! Roll me over a barrel!”
Cetrid timidly went over to where the barrels and boxes of ingredients were kept and started rolling a barrel over.
“Can do, Sir… uh… Rumfus!
With the barrel in place and a couple more button presses, the device started to hiss and shake as the mysterious man put his arms up and took a step back.
“Is this thing safe to use?”
The mysterious man turned to see that Rumfus and Cetrid had put protective goggles on.
Lights on the front panel started to flash as the hissing got louder and the cylinders started to shake more violently.
Rumfus pressed a few more buttons and put his hand in the air toward Cetrid which was on the other side of the device near the release valve.
“Wait for it… wait… Now! Pull the release valve, Cetrid!”
Cetrid pulled back on the valve with all the strength he had and ale started to pour out into the empty barrel.
After a few moments, the barrel was full and Rumfus placed the barrel into a trough he had conjured ice into to cool the ale down.
Cetrid handed the mysterious man a mug.
“Go on… uh… give it a try, sir.”
The man, shrugging his shoulders, went over to the barrel and dipped his mug in and took a sip.
This was no doubt the best ale the mysterious man had ever tasted, the only thing that eventually kept him away from this delicious ale was that his legs eventually couldn't hold him up any longer.
Cetrid walked up to Rumfus, who was enjoying a mug as well, curling his fingers together nervously.
“Hey… uh… Rumfus? Sir?”
Rumfus puts his mug down on a table.
“Yes, my dear Cetrid?”
Cetrid looked down nervously.
“We seem to have a knack for this whole… uh… brewing thing.”
Rumfus wipes the ale from his beard.
“Yes! I say we did quite adequately!”
Cetrid takes a couple of steps towards Rumfus.
“Yeah, I… uh… feel as if we’d be doing the populace a disservice if we didn’t continue to produce this ale, professionally though.”
Rumfus fondles his beard for a moment and thinks as the mysterious man crawls out of the cabin.
“I have to… tell everyone about this.”
With the decision made to continue producing ale, the two worked tirelessly on improving the seemingly already perfect recipe.
Soon, word had gotten out about The Brew Wizard and his ale, modestly named King Rumfy’s Spice.
But, as Rumfus was about to learn, some didn’t approve of their entrepreneurial endeavor.
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