There are two stories to the Cursed Cup of Immortality, the one that was fabricated and sold to adventurers upon return, and the real story.
"That one, you might want to be careful with that. It doesn't like people..."
"A potion? "
"We fought the li'l beasties," the gruff old Dwarf growled, "so where the blazes is their treasure!"
Glacier grinned, "Just give me a second, I know how to find it."
Pretty smoke rings? Naw, I can do a lot more than that.
There's nothing like a good, full pipe after a day of slaying.
When a situation calls for more than Soma, but less than Nerve Stapling, there's Lybrium
Gotta have dat juice!
Golgotha, Shadowrunner and notorious Juicer
Chrome is the one of the most popular Superbrands in the Cosmic Era
'Cmon and drink up. This potion will really help us understand each other, if you know what I mean.
A list of 30 more wines, none of which are vinted by humans, elves, or dwarves.
One of the strangest weapons deployed by Z'pl'rt the Mad
This ever-full, ever-surprising, ever-ridiculous flask contains a magical liquid that may be the best or worst thing you've ever drank. Handling with caution won't do you any good.
Made out of the tail-hairs of a Girsh. Enhances perception.
There are hundreds if not thousands of liquors throughout all the lands, but few ever manage to stand out from the rest. The defining trait between a run of the mill booze and a rare and special spirit can often be a gimmick. This is what master brewer Donovan learned all too well.
Drink deep from the Moon-Cup, let its powers quench your thirst, or even save your marriage.
One drop for a cluster of flowers, three drops for a tree, no more, no less.
Discovered by accident by a snacking alchemist, Two Flask Halo has become known as an effective and reliable source of combustion sought after by many adventurers.
Fanaticism can be just as dangerous as fire. Spreading like fire, it could spark rebellion and could lead towards violence. As a way to curb devotion to the abstract, king Hareth of Garilroot asked his Mages to come up with a solution for those too invested in an ideal.
Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water.
There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters.
Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why.
This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls.
A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...