It's not so bad getting yourself blown up eight times a day for the slack-jawed tourists, at least to Jack Whiskey's thinking. He's lived in Eden, Virginia, his whole life, and colonial reenactment is all he knows. Being the town "alchemist" is what he does. Well, that and drink beer at the Olde Eden Taphouse... But his dreamy life is upended when he discovers that fictional characters and beings straight out of myth roam the streets of Eden. Oh, and there's a gang of American Indian Trickster gods running around distributing a beer brewed with the Water of Life to every bar and corner store...