Our hero, known as Brewcher, was not always who he is today. His story is one of loss, survival, and a burning thirst for vengeance that was born in the darkest corners of Slavic folklore.
As a child, Brewcher and his younger sister fell victim to the most terrifying of witches – Baba Yaga. But this was not the Baba Yaga of children's fairy tales.
This one was the embodiment of alcoholic madness, and her famous hut on chicken legs turned out to be nothing more than a squalid den and a local moonshine distillery. It was there, amidst the fumes of fermenting herbs and dark incantations, that Baba Yaga brewed her monstrous concoction – moonshine from the essence of children's souls, which supplied the local witches, Strzygas, and Boginka Mamunys.
The greatest tragedy struck Brewcher when his beloved sister became an ingredient in this vile brew. Brewcher himself, for some inexplicable reason – perhaps due to extraordinary resilience, a sharp mind, or some hidden potential that the witch perceived in him – was spared. Baba Yaga decided to make Brewcher her assistant, a slave in her hellish distillery.
Years passed, and our Brewcher, forced to work for his tormentor, became a master in the arcane art of moonshine brewing. Every drop he distilled was imbued with bitterness and hatred. But moonshine was not his only lesson. Secretly, from the shadows, he observed the Slavic monsters who came to Baba Yaga's hut for their drink. He learned their weaknesses, their rituals, their dark secrets. Moreover, in an act of desperate defiance, he stole the fundamentals of magic from his persecutor – magic that, as it turned out, was inextricably linked to the very essence of the "soul moonshine."
The night of Brewcher's escape remains a hazy blur for him. It was not a simple awakening, but an explosion of accumulated hatred and dark knowledge that tore apart the bonds of his captivity. In an act of desperate, uncontrolled magic, Brewcher did something that left a deep wound not only in his memory but perhaps in the very fabric of the Slavic world. Was it an act of self-preservation, or a crossing of a line that forever bound him to Baba Yaga's dark legacy? Brewcher doesn't remember. In his heart burns an unquenchable thirst for vengeance, but beneath it smolders a disturbing question: in escaping the monster, did he not become a part of it himself?
Now, Brewcher awakens deep in the forest. In his pocket, he has only a piece of stale sausage and a bottle of his own brewed moonshine. Amnesia shrouds his escape, but one thing is certain: in his heart burns an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. Vengeance against Baba Yaga, against all the monsters who partook of her foul moonshine, and against the entire Slavic bestiary that allowed such an abomination. But this vengeance now has a deeper layer – Brewcher must uncover the truth about his past and about who he truly has become.
His first task is to find and develop his own hidden distillery, a place where he can produce his deadly concoctions. To achieve this, he will have to forge alliances with local inhabitants, who may initially view him with distrust. He will have to earn their trust as a monster hunter, proving that his moonshine is not just a drink, but a powerful weapon against the darkness. As he progresses, Brewcher will acquire increasingly potent and exotic ingredients for his incredible moonshines – from rare herbs, to parts of defeated beasts, to dark artifacts. Each new brew means a new tactic, new possibilities, and another step towards ultimate vengeance that will put an end to the monsters plaguing the Slavic lands, and perhaps, at the same time, reveal a terrifying truth about himself."
A Question for the Community:
And now, a question for you, dear players: Let us know which version of Brewcher you like the most and Would you like to play as a female version of Brewcher?