It all really started with a Bee Sting.

In the early years, following The Fall of FirstCity and the creation of the Lottery, Smat and Tsargin were found at a loss for "Suitable Drink". With 'Doc' out of the mix for 3,000 yrs, there was noone qualified to test the evolving flora for "Brewable Qualities". This left the two of Five to experimentation. Smat and Tsargin did as best as they were able, with Limited Success (as well as Duration of Product!). As failures began to outnumber successes (and buildings remaining to experiment IN),

Tsargin, being burried in his brewing study (as well as Rubble from failed projects), first heard of the 'New Life' from Smat (Who'd taken a break from His attempts at the "Perfect Ale", and tended to do most of the 'Gardening', at that point), and he insisted that Tsargin get the Hell out, and give the city a chance to heal from HIS 'Brewing Techniques'!

Now, though it is not well-known that Tsargin has a thing for Mead (as well as Ale), He also carried a STRONG dislike for any Insect with a Stinger. He normally took an exception to bees, though, as they were responsible for "Pre-Mead mass" (Read:Honey).

Evicted from his lab in (one of Smats Wiser Decisions), Tsargin was left to wandering the the foothills of the Fangstones, below Autumnstone. This did nothing for clearing his head (let alone his mood), as he was soon to find himself without anything in the way of a suitable fire-starter, (These walks, going better with a good bowl of Mugwart).*

"Mildly" perturbed, he needed something to do with his hand (and Frustration), and decided to hunt 'Small Game' (Elf, Moose, Bear, and the like), when he happened apon a wolf with a striking coat of silver-grey. (If one were to ask the wolf, it would disagree as to the roles of hunter and prey.)

Drawing his broadsword, Tsargin gave battle! After the first twenty minutes, the wolf had come to the conclusion to break-off the fight and go for more tame prey (Mountain Lion, wolverine, etc), and hastily fled the site. Tsargin, then, gave Chase!

The pursuit lasted most of the morning, and ended with the trail, at a field of acrid smelling bushes, which neither of whom were familiar (though both soon developed an Un-Healthy respect for.)The wolf, with no clear route of egress, dove into bushes!

Perhaps now would be a good time to describe these plants.

They, among others, are one of the many wonderful and new species of flora to grace The Realm. Appearantly do to some thaumaturgical property leached from the AutumnStone, they have undergone a process now referred to Technically as "Down-stream Wierd"! This plant in question has a tendancy to leach both sulfur and potassium from the soil, and store it in concentrations in it's stamen. in addition, the seed capsule tended to gather and concentrate iodine as a salt, The flower being relatively inert, the dried seed-pod has a tendancy to explode on harsh teartment. This leads to the name; as you can imagine, following this ill-thought 'leap of faith' on the part of the the wolf, the plant was here-to-fore named "Cannis Incindialus", which loosely translates as "Fire-" or "Beo-Wolf".

The wolf, escaping in the confusion, conflagration, and stench of burned dog-hair, left Tsargin standing in state of Triune Epiphany:

After a few attempts (and fried fingers), he discovered that the seed-pods could be stored safely in a pouch, and began collecting them by the Sack-full.

Perhaps I should take this time to refer to some of the local fauna of this area, as well. I seems there is a certain spiecies of Bee that finds the nectar of this acrid flower quite delectable. This breed of bee has the dubious distinction of being (no pun intended) one of the few true hive-conscious species in The Realm. It has been discovered that most insects communicate with a complex combination of pheremones to inform it's members as to locations of food, predators, enemies, etc. This breed of bee was, instead, one single entity.

Upon finding someone trouncing through it's 'Dinner Plate', it did what any self-respecting Hive-Mind would do, and Immediately declared a 'Jihad'!**

Their attack was merciless; It was Well-Orchestrated, Brutal, Complete, and sucessfull in Thoroughly Pissing Tsargin Off! The Carnage lasted far into the following morning, as salvo following sortee of Bee was Decimated! Stinger met spell, bee met broadsword, as Tsargin fought his way to the Hive! Cleaving it in Two with a Mightly Blow (subsequently Detonating it), Tsargin Came to his WORST of Realizations: "Yumm!", he thought, bathed in smoldering Honey. "This would make a Fabulous MEAD!!" Thus began the Era of "True Urban-Renual"!