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.

Quest

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. 

A unique beverage that calls upon the ancestors of the imbiber to aid him.

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.

Quest

"See that one, with the burn scars and dark veins? Don't stick too close; he shoots fireblood before engagements. Keeps friends and foes alike at bay, it does."

The old soldier looked up with all three of his eyes. "I lost one of my eyes to a sword point, and they used a little too much Growjuice to heal it. Still, I'd rather have three eyes then only one."

A potion to cheat death... almost.

 Argaiv Silaic, a wise, excentrical explorer and physician, once discovered the blue mushroom's secret, and had a chance to note what he found out.

Mean ingredients bring mean effects...

“Nobody will laugh long who deals much with opium: its pleasures even are of a grave and solemn complexion.” -Thomas De Quincey

Completely silent; jumping from Shadow to Shadow, he stalked his prey through the streets. Dawn would be coming soon, and he did not want to be caught within the enemy’s grasp.

Ether, magical energy condensed into liquid form, is the fuel powering the magidustrial revolution on Ryngard.

No nose, hardly any body, a terrible wine, really.

An attempt to improve the venerable elixir of haste, there remain a few… kinks to be worked out.