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.
Gotta have dat juice!
Golgotha, Shadowrunner and notorious Juicer
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.
This oily, crimson liquid is rare to find even in the more complete apothecary’s collections. It can be easily applied to any blade or arrowhead as it was designed to do so, however if consumed it will have no ill effects on the drinker.
The Connoisseurs of the land would remember Vigo Telaggio’s masterpiece, but not in the way he’d intended…
The drink was a rare vintage with a light, fruity aroma, but one glass was not enough. It left the drinker craving something more…
Never buy your potions from the Discount Dealer…
A muse in a bottle, greatness distilled into a single gulp.
Even at the best of times, goblins and alchemy don’t mix well…
What if potions and tonics had negative side effects? Potions of increased strength cause violent tempers, or damage joints. What if potions of dexterity caused tremors, or palsy?
What if they were addictive, and had withdrawal symptoms?
Could someone make a bad batch? No one use the brown strength potion!