"That one, you might want to be careful with that. It doesn't like people..."
"A potion? "
Rustcaller Toxin is not a tool of assassination, but instead a weapon of random terror.
A brace of sleep-related poisons.
..The inn was filled with the sounds of leather creaking and seams bursting, as muscles swelled and grew dramatically. Then came shouts of fury and rage as the mob began charging outside, into what would be a very bloody night.
Destroyer of Dynasties, Killer of Kings, Bane of Broods, Curse of the Ruling Elite!
A floating city hovers over the capital, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Its spires are blinking in the morning sun, revealing alien architecture. What will happen next? Rumours spread like wildfire that this is the ancient city that once stood at this very spot. Mystics proclaim that it will take root here once again, crushing the capital under it. Somebody needs to get up there and investigate.