Within the frozen wastes of Freljord, there lies a small, unremarkable cottage. Any weary travelers who happen to pass by it will often see lights from within the interior of the tiny building. They may not know it, but they have stumbled upon one of the most renowned breweries in all of Valoran.
This brewery, of course, belongs to Gragas, a champion of the League. Known for his bulky physique and an undying love for alcoholic beverages, he spends some of his time brewing in this small cottage.
Gragas is kind enough to let anyone come by, as long as they aren't ashamed to drink some, of course!
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Mar 27, 2013 13:17:05 GMT -5
25th of March, 23 CLE
The road to the brewery was a slippery one, and as usual for Freljord, there was a blizzard present. Neither of these things would stop the perhaps slipperiest champion in the League, Fizz. He was wearing a thick tundra coat and pants combined with snowshoes that were specially made for him, since instead of a place for a shoes in the snowshoe, there were straps for his three "toes".
As he makes his way to the door of the brewery, Fizz knocks loudly against the door of the brewery with his trident and shouts.
"Hey, Gragas! It's Fizz here! I've got a proposition for you I think you'll be interested in."
Gragas was currently brewing a rather strong mead, with a bit of a sweet side. This brew was very volatile, however, so if anything were to disturb it, he would have to start over from scratch.
When Gragas heard the loud knocking at the door, he turned around in the direction of the noise, causing his elbow to tip the brewing pot slightly. Gragas quickly clutched the pot, checking to make sure that the brew was still intact. He breathed a silent sigh of relief, then rested the container on the counter where it had previously resided.
Gragas opened the door, looking down on the small figure of Fizz. " 'Ello there, Fizz! Bit nippy out, eh?" Gragas chuckled. "Come in! We don't want ya standing out there in tha cold!"
Gragas gestured inside the small cottage. He pulled up a seat for Fizz, then positioned a significantly larger one for himself in the other side of the table. "So, what is this proposition o' yours?"
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Mar 28, 2013 16:37:33 GMT -5
Fizz grins and steps inside, pulling back the hood of his tundra jacket and shaking his head to get comfortable with his ears again.
"Thanks Gragas. Now, you know how I like doing pranks and causing mischief and all. I had something planned.
A prank of course, but with a twist. I was thinking of getting some public figures drunk, and your product would be strong enough to get it done. Interested? You don't have to take part in the prank itself if you don't wanna."
He sticks his trident to the ground and leans back against it with a wide grin on his face.
"I've yet to decide who exactly to prank, but I had a few ideas. Ya know the rumors about Katarina and Garen? How about gettin' them drunk and in an enclosed space.
Or getting the famous Master Tactician of Noxus to... act a bit less tactical.
Or maybe... well, this won't probably be as big of a deal, but how I wouldn't mind causing some trouble in Bandle City either. Tristana or Teemo could be nice targets, with the rumors around them and all.
Gragas leaned back in his chair, listening to Fizz's ideas. Fortunately, he was sober enough to catch himself from falling numerous times. He took several quick glances back at his brew to make sure nothing had gone wrong, but his attention was mainly on Fizz.
"Hahahaha, what a great idea that is! As for who to prank, I'll leave it up to ya. After all, you were the one to come up with this idea, eh?"
Suddenly, a sharp whistle blew in the background, indicating that Gragas's brew was finished. "Ah, you're just in time! I just finished a very strong brew. I call it "The Sobriety Smasher" It's a very fittin' name, as it should get whoever you want to get drunk, drunk!" Gragas burst out laughing.
"I think it would be very entertainin' to take part in this prank of yours. In fact, I'll supply the brew to ya for free! I was plannin' on keepin' this one for myself, so no need to worry about money. So, in short, I believe we have a deal, Mr. Tidal Trickster!"
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Mar 29, 2013 5:48:15 GMT -5
"That sounds perfect Gragas. Thanks a lot.
Now... I think I'll mess with the yordles. I don't want all of Noxus after me now do I? And it would be more effort than it's worth to get Kat and Garen anywhere near each other, so I think the yordles will be the target. Keep your eyes on the news Gragas, I'm sure this'll be hilarious."
Fizz laughs and stands upright again, pulling his trident up and holding it in his hands.
"Hey, do you know any way I could get that "Sobriety Smasher" over to Bandle City? Carrying a keg of the stuff underwater would be a bit hard. You think you could have it delivered to some place near Bandle where I could pick it up?"
He grins and spins his trident, looking forward to having some fun with the folks over in Bandle City.
"Especially since I don't think I'd make it out of Freljord carrying that stuff either. Heavy lifting isn't my thing."
"Delivered? Nobody needs that, I'll carry 'em for ya myself! After all, I want to see this prank in action. I wouldn't blend in there, needless to say..." Gragas proceeded to pour the brew into an empty keg.
"Start headin' to Bandle City, I'll catch up to ya! I should be there on the 23rd. I look forward to pranking with ya, Fizz!"
Post by The Tidal Trickster on Apr 1, 2013 7:52:59 GMT -5
"Gotcha. I'll be there before ya probably. The seas may be the longer way, but the tides will take me there fast. See ya there and let's have some fun with the Bandle folks."
Fizz grins and pulls the hood of his tundra jacket over his head again. Chuckling, he walks out of the brewery and back into the cold, snowing weather of Freljord. This would be fun, and there was little that could stop Fizz. Let alone him and Gragas.
Post by The Barbarian King on Jun 13, 2013 15:21:42 GMT -5
March 25, 23 CLE
Some time after the Tidal Trickster had left the premises of Gragas' small, unassuming brewery, the door to the howling cold opened once more. Before the threshold stood a figure, draped in a slate-gray cloak, with the hood pulled over his face. It was not 100% clear who he was by appearance, considering his most notable features were either hidden away or simply not there. The figure entered the small riverside cottage, turning to close the door. As the clouded daylight from the outside grew dim from the lack thereof inside the brewery, it only added to the anonymity of this figure, who could be seen as going incognito if a smart man were paying attention. The man moved towards the vacant table, pulling up a seat for himself. As he threw off the hood, tufts of snow flew off as well, and what was found beneath was the head of a gruff-faced man with long black hair, miscellaneous strands flying from his head, but the majority of the streams flowing into a pony tail that draped over his shoulder. Who he was would still be a tad fuzzy for the average man, that is, until he spoke. Then it all came into clarity.
"A pint of Graggy Ice, and a barrel of your finest."
With that, it would be most clear to Gragas who he was: Tryndamere, the Barbarian King. Although why was he dressed so shadily and without his helm? That, is another question entirely."
The Rabble Rouser was busy concocting his Sobriety Smasher, when he heard the door open, and the cold, Freljord air rush in. Gragas hobbled to the front to greet his guest.
"Hello there, good sir! Ow' can I assis-" Gragas gasped as the hood was pulled back, revealing Tryndamere. "Trynd...amere...roit onnit...um...your highness..." Gragas's speech became nonsensical as the large man was trying to suppress his surprise of The Barbarian King himself appearing in his bar.
As Gragas prepared the drinks he requested, thoughts began racing in his head. "Why would Tryndamere...in mah bar!" Gragas muttered to himself, continuing to make backwards glances at Trynd.
Post by The Barbarian King on Jun 14, 2013 0:46:03 GMT -5
As the king sat there, waiting for his orders, a slight grin crept on his face. He was rather amused by the fact that Gragas wasn't so drunk that he could, at the very least, question as to why the Barbarian King was out so far from the halls of his home, getting beer of all things. This caused Tryndamere to chuckle slightly as he thought upon this, but his thoughts quickly returned to the true purpose of his temporary visit to the brewmaster's home.
Assuming that Gragas had just laid down the first of his two orders, the pint, Tryndamere spoke while pulling out a small leather bag of gold.
"Pour yourself a cold one. I want to talk with you, Gragas."
With that, the King slammed the appropriate amount of money on the table for his expenses. With his rough, battle-worn hand, he lifted his pint, and drank a nice, long, refreshing gulp of Graggy Ice.
Gragas had finished serving the pint of Graggy Ice, admiring the gleam of the golden coins as Tryndamere opened the bag. What captivated him more so was Trynd's purpose for appearing at his humble brewery.
"Alroit...wot brought you to mah brewery this fine afternoon?" Gragas interrogated from behind the counter, as the frothy brew rose in his cup. "Surely there must be some other reason for you droppin by, other than sayin 'ello, I suppose!" Gragas sat himself at the table, which was rather easy for him, considering that all of the stools and chairs were sized for the Rabble Rouser.
Post by The Barbarian King on Jun 15, 2013 0:21:44 GMT -5
"Hah! I wish things were that peaceful, that this was a simple beer-run... no... I'm afraid there's more to this than I wish there were."
The King took his mug, draining a little more of its volume.
"You see Gragas, the Freljord was attacked by the Void, during a time where there is no unity between the tribes, no willingness to talk. Our disjointed views left us bickering and unprepared for what came. I have recovered, but the Freljord has not. My Queen has not, Gragas."
Tryndamere shifted his position in the chair, leaning in slightly.
"I will not let this happen again."
"But to do what is needed, I have to get the Winter's Claw open to the idea of working together as allies, and not constantly fighting against us. That... is where I would have you come in, if you would help me. You see, the last time we tried to vie for peace with them, they rejected us. That was when they were stronger. Now that Sejuani's tribe is weaker, they can't refuse a free boon, especially if that boon happens to be beer."
The King lifted his drink once more, nearly emptying it, and slamming it down with a resounding "thud", most likely leaving a dent in the table.
Gragas listened intently to Trynd's proposition, taking small sips of his drink. After he was finished speaking, Gragas chuckled. "Ya know me too well...after all I do love beer, and I equally enjoy brewin it!"
Gragas got a bit more uncomfortable as he continued. "I may get a bit carried away with mahself...as in drunk...but I could certainly do this for ya!" Gragas grinned again, taking a huge swig of his beverage. "What exactly do ya need me ta do?"
Post by The Barbarian King on Jun 17, 2013 20:59:05 GMT -5
"Well, as much as I might want to, starting a fight isn't exactly a good way to promote peace or stability. No, what I'm offering to them in the form of free beer is, essentially, a break, and a glimpse into what the Avarosan's can offer the Winter's Claw. They're so stubbornly set into the idea that literally clawing out their lives in the form of an act of survival is the only way to live, and that by doing so gives them strength. But their lack of stability makes them weak, because right now, they're starving up there."
Tryndamere rose from his seat.
"You see Gragas, what I want to do is throw them a moot they'll be hard-pressed to forget, one that will seriously make them consider taking the offer I'm going to give them."
He turned his head, looking at the barrel of ale.
"How much beer do you think the two of us can carry, or rather; do you have a way to transport a lot of beer to the far north in a reasonably quick fashion? I'll pay for it of course."
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