Sorry for the rogue spam. Here's a depressed, alcoholic brewmaster.

Sorry for the rogue spam. Here's a depressed, alcoholic brewmaster.

Eidolon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BefliMlEzZ8

Snorri Draugrmead

All that deserves a name

The tippler - the great, jangling, rune embossed wagon. Filled with casks, decanters, flasks and dubious yeasts.

Arch spigot - made from the esophagus of a forest troll, it speaks of the brewing processes in a language only completely decipherable by the combined wits of Snorri and the entourage.

Spirits of the Entourage brewers fine - brewers, alcoholics, scholars, skalds, bards and squatters all, these eight fine people of all races once experimented as equals with snorri. Now they are all dead. All that remains is their spirits.

The prayer-bird - a glum reminder that haunts Snorri.

Cask of no name - the container of containers, nameless here forever more.

the stein-stein - stein made of stone hewn from the trees of the petrified woods of Andalheimn.

Feats heroic

Glum
Snorri ponders over many a quaint volume of forgotten brew descriptions, as spirit-kisses rise from his long dead friends with the lamp light gloating over.

Jovial
Opening a valve, the spigot incants an ancestral recipe as Snorri quenches his thirst in a tar-thick brew of over 200% alcohol by volume.

Trick
Compact - “... and we do it drunk, tipsy, completely wasted or with brew in hand.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BefliMlEzZ8