Shopmaster Freudan dragged out a barrel from the backroom of his store. “This,” he continued, “is a barrel of Gorg. The most demonic, alcoholic, piratey drink across the seven seas. It has always bothered me that the drink could not be made non-alcoholic by any besides the arcane forces.” I read the scroll a few times in my head. “So I guess I’ll be purifying it of alcohol?” Freudan nodded.

So, I stood a good ten feet from the barrel. Reading the scroll, I brought a prepared spell slot from a universal spell to my conscious, and infused it with the purifying, goodness of the spell, while drawing equivalent amounts of kai-mana and normal mana into my hands, as I knew this would be a channeling spell. I closed my eyes, and for a split second, they shined a brilliant dandelion.

And then, a blue bolt of holy lightning struck the barrel, hopping it a few inches off the ground for an instant. Freudan drew a ladle into the barrel, and poured it in a cup. It was a beautiful amber array. He tasted it.