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Okay, I got tired of all the mess, so I am going to consolidate all the information in the three pages of the DNC list here, probably taking up several posts in the process. I have added in formatting to make it easier to read and split it into 4 posts so each one is under 10,000 character limit imposed apon this board.
Please, this post is ONLY for the search for Brodder's Revenge and the DNC lists that are resulting from the search.
I figure that the search for Brodder's Revenge is seperate from the search for the Favorite Drink, though no less important. So, it deserves a whole new thread for all the things it ISN'T. SO, without further ado, is the list of things have been tried that haven't worked and how we came up with the ideas in the first place.
The first reference is attributed to Brodder. I have snipped the parts that aren't about Brodder's Revenge because this post is long enough as it is, written by Kandrak:
There is much in the postings about the favorite drink, and another set of clues handed out that again don't really bear much on the recipie Brodder's Revenge. Then Brodder again posts:
I don't know if this is a hint on how to find his recipie or the favorite drink but I can't help but thinking that it has something to do with it. In particular, the DBDS reference might be a clue, is it tradeskill flagged by chance?
To be continued...
Please, this post is ONLY for the search for Brodder's Revenge and the DNC lists that are resulting from the search.
I figure that the search for Brodder's Revenge is seperate from the search for the Favorite Drink, though no less important. So, it deserves a whole new thread for all the things it ISN'T. SO, without further ado, is the list of things have been tried that haven't worked and how we came up with the ideas in the first place.
The first reference is attributed to Brodder. I have snipped the parts that aren't about Brodder's Revenge because this post is long enough as it is, written by Kandrak:
Surprising what you turn up when you google someone. Dunno if these are known or not, likely are. Come from a 3 year old post on EQClerics:
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Brodder's Revenge or Hair of the Dwarf that Bit ye!
Mug Ale, shot scotch/whisky, veggies, snake egg
cask. Good for what ails yah in dah morning. Secondary effect regurgitonic. (I know no effects with alcoholic beverages, maybe shaman could make the activateable one by adding a herb/root and rebottling it- a crossover trade skill requiring this brew)
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*SNIPPED FOR LENGTH (sorry)*
Brodder's Revenge or Hair of the Dwarf that Bit ye!
Mug Ale, shot scotch/whisky, veggies, snake egg
cask. Good for what ails yah in dah morning. Secondary effect regurgitonic. (I know no effects with alcoholic beverages, maybe shaman could make the activateable one by adding a herb/root and rebottling it- a crossover trade skill requiring this brew)
Congrats on confirming the Frothy Frostbite...gnomes everywhere that it's cold are rejoicing.
What I write here is from my notes, my memory, and conversations I had with Dan Enright/Yakatizma.
I'll leave it to your enterprising selves to discover what else is missing.
But, working or not, I cannot come right out and say what's what and give out direct answers on many of these things.(by Request of the folks at SOE).
What worked once , may get broken on a whim or an accident.
But I hope in the posts I have sent in so far have provided enough clues.
And yes I do RP heavily...that may cause some confusion, but hey! Isn't this fun?
If Book II of the Brodder's Diaries were to surface, and the following volumes (SOE has them somewhere), more recipes would come to light that haven't been found yet.
THOUGH I heavily doubt they went in due to time constraints or got lost.
But some of SoL's quests are pretty much echos of all the ones I wrote up on request after SoV/RoK. And many I hardly recognize. Most were supposed to be GM events...but became hard coded in a form or another.
-------- back to character-----
IN his Iksar skinned over stuffed couch
The Brewer relaxes, no other no matter how skilled bears that title.
His hands itch for the familiar heft and weight of the old mithril battle mug, taken from him so long ago when dwarven ale was once again returned to Kaladim, and Tumpy fined for his actions.
The diaries continue to sell well, and still the gnomes refuse to reprint them in any language but the gnomish they used to improve on his original works.
Dozens and dozens of brewers curse and scream, shout for joy, and drink to oblivion in the worlds about him.
All is right, and yet something is missing.
His hands twitch again, and he absently rubs his nose then snaps his fingers, and reaches for a bowl of pretzels....
The serving wench brings him a tankard flowing over with foam, which soon coats the dwarfs whiskers to either side of his mouth.
With a content sigh, he settles back and watches all the young scions of the art of brewing get to work on one more mystery...
In his mind he begins to juggle words and prose, though no bard he is, to offer the others a clue to their dilema...but how so can it be, when it is so obsvious, well to a dwarf anyways...some folks never look down except at the others.
Brodder looks around his overstuffed chair and places his boots on the small table before him, dozens of empty bottles about him, would easily determine what it is he drank in the last couple of hours...was it a couple?
Maybe a day... the piles of debris are quite large indeed.
Munching a pretzel between swigs of the imported double brew double stout, he recounts all he's tasted, and enjoyed, and begins to wonder, what makes a person enjoy an ale to call it their favorite?
Time passes, and soon the dwarf is snoring again, dreaming of new brews, of places to go and to test what's brewed there...his dreams are but shadows of what's passed and what's to come...
What I write here is from my notes, my memory, and conversations I had with Dan Enright/Yakatizma.
I'll leave it to your enterprising selves to discover what else is missing.
But, working or not, I cannot come right out and say what's what and give out direct answers on many of these things.(by Request of the folks at SOE).
What worked once , may get broken on a whim or an accident.
But I hope in the posts I have sent in so far have provided enough clues.
And yes I do RP heavily...that may cause some confusion, but hey! Isn't this fun?
If Book II of the Brodder's Diaries were to surface, and the following volumes (SOE has them somewhere), more recipes would come to light that haven't been found yet.
THOUGH I heavily doubt they went in due to time constraints or got lost.
But some of SoL's quests are pretty much echos of all the ones I wrote up on request after SoV/RoK. And many I hardly recognize. Most were supposed to be GM events...but became hard coded in a form or another.
-------- back to character-----
IN his Iksar skinned over stuffed couch
The Brewer relaxes, no other no matter how skilled bears that title.
His hands itch for the familiar heft and weight of the old mithril battle mug, taken from him so long ago when dwarven ale was once again returned to Kaladim, and Tumpy fined for his actions.
The diaries continue to sell well, and still the gnomes refuse to reprint them in any language but the gnomish they used to improve on his original works.
Dozens and dozens of brewers curse and scream, shout for joy, and drink to oblivion in the worlds about him.
All is right, and yet something is missing.
His hands twitch again, and he absently rubs his nose then snaps his fingers, and reaches for a bowl of pretzels....
The serving wench brings him a tankard flowing over with foam, which soon coats the dwarfs whiskers to either side of his mouth.
With a content sigh, he settles back and watches all the young scions of the art of brewing get to work on one more mystery...
In his mind he begins to juggle words and prose, though no bard he is, to offer the others a clue to their dilema...but how so can it be, when it is so obsvious, well to a dwarf anyways...some folks never look down except at the others.
Brodder looks around his overstuffed chair and places his boots on the small table before him, dozens of empty bottles about him, would easily determine what it is he drank in the last couple of hours...was it a couple?
Maybe a day... the piles of debris are quite large indeed.
Munching a pretzel between swigs of the imported double brew double stout, he recounts all he's tasted, and enjoyed, and begins to wonder, what makes a person enjoy an ale to call it their favorite?
Time passes, and soon the dwarf is snoring again, dreaming of new brews, of places to go and to test what's brewed there...his dreams are but shadows of what's passed and what's to come...
To be continued...
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