Summer Party at the Forge

[Swift]

  Magnus is a haus when alcohol is on the line

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-01-24 01:51:18		Magnus rolls 6 to hoist and carry 2 half-barrel kegs, one on each shoulder. (10 Again)		2, 9, 7, 1, 10, 5, 10, 2		3 successes

Magnus approaches the Forge staggering under the weight of two wooden kegs balanced one on each shoulder with each respective arm wrapped around as much of the circumference of it's barrel as is possible. He had been invited to attend by the Summer King himself, and as such pulled every trick he knew to fulfill the King's request to brew a keg in a week. He had made two. He staggers under the weight of his load through the main door past Rook and Anya, grunting at each as he goes by.

Magnus staggers for a moment as he orients himself, then he moves across the room with purpose. He approaches the main bar and with a groan and grunt of relief he sets first one than the other down on their sides each with a resounding thud. Once placed he rummages through his pockets and produces four wooden wedges. He quickly places them along the outside of the two touching barrels so they do not roll away. He also produces a bungtap and two large plugs made of cork. He steps back to admire his work.

Once in place the barrels can be clearly seen to bare caricatures burned into the flat wood of the tops now facing out into the main room. One bears the image of a pixie-like fairy with a big grin revealing razor sharp teeth and the word "Grig" dancing along the top. The ale is a pilsner with an overall light flavor and a very strong scent and taste of lemongrass. The other barrel has the image of a low-slung, four-legged creature with a long tail - much like a ferret - only with an old man's face. The name of this one is burned across the barrel as "Drudgeman". Brewed in the Scottish style, the beer is a full and rich mid-dark beer with a hint of caramel.

Magnus nods once, then turns back to the room, clearly intending to wait until more are present to tap the kegs.

brief mechanical explanation

Each keg is a hand-made half-barrel. Per http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keg when full each weighs 140-170 lbs. Granted that wooden barrels are much thicker and thus heavier and that beer is typically lower alcohol and thus denser I'm assuming the heavier side. Together they weigh over 250 lbs. Per nWoD base book at Str 3 you can lift 250 lbs, and at Str 4 you can lift 400lbs. I'll go with Str 4 to lift both at once. Also per nWoD base book a Str+Stam roll can be made to add successes to your Str to exert extreme effort to briefly lift more than your normal. In this case, Magnus' 3 successes are added to his 2 base strength allowing him to hoist the barrels, and once in place very briefly move them. If he tried this over cross country he'd be crushed under the weight of his own beer

[RebornSeas]

Clare wasn't far behind Magnus, almost offering assistance when he stumbled, even, but backed off when he caught himself. Still, she was frozen at the door, hand half raised, until the guy made it to the bar. She let out a sigh of relief when it was apparent that he hadn't hurt himself lifting or carrying the barrels, and with that, she was moving again.

She was mostly looking around the Forge, taking in everything that couldn't be seen when it was packed; she was honestly gawking a bit. And... wow, that was a really huge Stein. She winds up near rook and nods to him. "Hey."

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri was pretty excited. She'd built up her relationship to the Crimson Spear through a couple years of trial and error and had slowly come to appreciate what the Court of Wrath was about. To be invited to the initiation of a new Courtier seemed special and Terri was well aware of the honor that had been granted to her as an outsider and one of the Court of Fear.

She'd even made the effort not to wear a dress.

With dark jeans, a black sleeveless vest and some killer heels, Terri was ready to face what could be a rowdy night. She was only glad she understood how to ride Autumn's leaves, just in case.

Entering the Forge and the first thing that hit her was the heat, instantly causing her Mantle ro react, the Harvest swirling in anticipation of ripened fruit, grown wheat and freshly brewed beer.

Speaking of which....

Terri watched as Magnus managed to set himself up and smiled, making a mental note to talk with him later. Heading past the entrance, she scanned the cage, the steins and listened to the music, amazed at it all, before heading over to the group gathering.

"Evening Rook, Anya, how're you both been?" she asked before looking to Clare and offering a hand. "Hey, name's Terri, nice to meet you."

Outfit

[Rust Mane]

If it is cold outside. Rust does not know it. Tonight there will be no pretense. No lie. No Mask.

Words are cheap, as Rust has learned. Cheaper then... "Brother." Rust enters slowly, wary of provoking attack. NOt sure how to act. What will be the reaction be to his presence?

Rust's Mantle flares against the cold alone, mingling with it. Frigid lighting arcing around him, each flash throwing his feature in strange shadow.
"For who is this party for?" Rust looks between Anya, Clare, and Magnus.
Well not Magnus.