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Revision as of 16:00, 29 April 2020
The so-called Mahakam Ale Festival is a famous event which takes place every twenty-five years in the homonym enclave.
Notable participants
- Brouver Hoog
- Zoltan Chivay
- Yarpen Zigrin
- Gabor Zigrin
- Sheldon Skaggs
- Bran Tuirseach
- Hjalmar an Craite
- Draig Bon-Dhu
- Dandelion
- Priscilla
- Odrin
- Trololo
- Boros
Journal Entry
All have heard of Mahakam, yet few have seen the famed dwarven homeland and stronghold from within. Elder-in-Chief Brouver Hoog is ever distrustful of travelers and opens the gates to them with the greatest reluctance... unless, that is, they come to attend the Great Mahakam Ale-Tucking. For you see, once each quarter century, Mahakam opens its doors to any who whis to celebrate... uh, well, hm, drunkenness, really. Yet while the librations are volatile and the hangovers brutal, the feast itself usually remains a peaceful affair... except for once, when guests from Skellige boasted they could out drink the dwarves by barrels. Naturally, Brouver Hoog could not let the insult stand unchallenged!
The quarrel between the dwarves and Skelligers had been barely resolved when another vicious dispute erupted. Draig Bon-Dhu boasted he alone of all the world's bards could flawlessly perform the infamously demanding chorus to "The Virgins of Vicovaro" after downing a fifth of Mahakaman spirit. Upon hearing the claim, Dandelion grabbed the nearest flask, drained it in three slurps and began strumming his lute with deft fingers...
If Brouver Hoog had had his fill of fracases for the day, he was sadly in for a disappointment. Towards the evening's end, three unexpected guests crashed the feast. Even more unexpectedly, they were neither dwarves nor men, but rock trolls. Offended Hoog had not sent them an invitation, the trolls took to tearing the feast fall apart. Most of the warriors had already fallen, casualties of a doomed battle against mead... but not Odrin. The brave Kaedweni wiped the foam from his mustache and stood to face both the enraged trolls and gravity.
Brouver Hoog drew two conclusions from the whole affair. First - one should never mix plum brandy and Nilfgaardian lemon schnapps. Second - next time, he would either need to invite the trolls... or order his guards to being no strong drink to their lips. His guests left Mahakam hoping that they would attend the next Ale-Tucking in twenty-five years - and that their hangovers would abate by then...