Weoroldaesc Cider

The eponymous cider was created from apples of the , wondrously not having spoiled despite being hundreds of years old. It is stored in a 4-Litre barrel, although by now only 3 litres remain inside of it. It is said to be able to cure wounds and unnaturally extend one's life beyond its natural course without any fear of the Healing Rot.

Creation

The creation myth of this Cider has been passed down in verbal form among the natives of Beordan, although it has recently fallen out of fashion with the younger generation of the Coastliners.
It claims that there was a massive city around the tree in ancient times, nourished solely by the apples harvested from the massive tree, granting the inhabitants unnatural health and long lives. However, the people angered Larus, god of fertility and hunt, with their idleness and debauchery, turning the once industrious city into a den of mindless pleasure and wasted lives.
He sent a vision to the city's high shaman, one of the last decent people, warning him that the tree will soon no longer bear fruit. Terrified by this revelation, he unsuccessfully tried appealing to the citizen's morals, although was merely laughed at. In a last-ditch effort, he ordered his loyal followers to harvest the last of the apples on the tree and turn it into cider in order to preserve it for posterity, hiding it from the common people and creating an honour guard that ensured only the worthy could get access to it.
And just as it was revealed to him, the city fell in the coming year: not only the tree stopped bearing fruit, but all the animals of the forest mysteriously vanished and the soil turned infertile, forcing the once proud people to abandon the city and move away from their ancestral homelands, creating countless smaller settlements on the island, none of which ever reached the glory of the city of old.

Present Day

Even today, no settlement can be sustained around the for a sheer lack of food, although it is still a prominent goal for pilgrimages. The only building still left standing is a temple to Larus, supposedly the very same in which the cider was distilled, which hosts a large detachment guarding the cider. The only food they receive is from the pilgrims themselves who often travel with large carts full of food to offer to the guardians. These pilgrims often make their case to the head of the guard, hoping for a single drop of the mysterious drink to cure their ailments. Most of them are turned down, yet every now and again, someone is considered worthy enough to have their request granted.