>>6068996Ah, you have a brilliant idea. From the depths of your razor sharp 'sober' mind, you conceive to get down from the high table and mingle with your guests. You grab a full jug of mead from a servant.
"My guests! Amongst us are heroes quaffing good, strong ale, but Kingly- Mead suits them better. From my hand, I pour. Rise and hail them. To you, Yatagarasu, for braving the Perilous Gate with your King!"
There is a cheer as you pour the mead into the cup of the drunken Yatagarasu who barely looks like he can stand. He spills a good deal of it rather than drink it, and he is barely able to speak before collapsing back into his seat.
"Aye, a hero you are. But there are others worthy of noble mead too! Brave spearman who risked life and limb in the haunted manor against the Wyvern, hold out your cups. Funeral ale shall be funeral mead." You stagger towards the table where the Longship Meeps are sitting.
The Evolved Baphomet sits in a sedan chair. You had been curious how he had gotten into the Great Hall; it is clear his fellow shipmates had carried him in.
"To you, I grant thee a name along with the mead. Thou art Mototada!"
Mototada, stunned by the name, lifts his cup to receive his mead. You take it and place the cup in a bowl. Many curious eyes wonder why, and then they gasp as you begin to fill it. You are doing the sosogi-koboshi overspill style of serving drinks: pouring until it overfills and then filling a container holding the cup.
You pour the mead into the cup and keep pouring until the mead spills over the brim. Then the excess is caught by the wooden bowl, and it too is filled to the brim. Clearly, the Baphomets had never seen anything like it before and see it as extravagant. The Evolved Baphomet desperately sucks at the edge of the bowl to prevent the mead from spilling out before doing the same with the cup.
You go down to the next warrior. You name the hammer welding warrior Naito and generously pour using the same overspill style. Then you come to the youngest hammer wielding warrior, the one who used <span class="mu-r">Criant</span> to plead for the swift rescue of his shipmate. He sits closest to the skull of the deceased Baphomet he so desperately tried to save.
"To thee young warrior, I grant you a special name. Hear me, you are Matsudaira Ietada, and thy deceased brethren shall be Matsudaira Chikamasa! All shall know of your devotion and bravery to dare come between contending duelists to rescue by the link of your name to his."
To the living Baphomet and to the skull set up with a cup, you generously pour the mead to the loud cries of your vassals. It's so loud that you can't even hear what the living Matsudaira is trying to say. Hm, wait, is it the dead Matsudaira?
<span class="mu-r">You're too drunk.</span>
