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.
Klah has become a fantasy/ science fiction trope - a rule or guideline that people follow. However many do not know what it is.
An attempt to improve the venerable elixir of haste, there remain a few… kinks to be worked out.
Bringer of Oblivion, Reliever of Pain and Devourer of Souls - The Red Honey is the most popular narcoticum in Locastus, city of Mirrors
A list of harmless (if sometimes annoying) potions.
The alchemists of the Hegemon did well, developing an almost undetectable Love Potion.
You can’t tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on ‘em and then it’s pretty obvious.
PVT. Quinn, memoirs
It was meant to be a great help in a city’s battle with booze, but all too often it has merely become another tool in the criminal armoury…
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.
A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.
Lady Carse of Tekne
Rustcaller Toxin is not a tool of assassination, but instead a weapon of random terror.
This stuff will make you a sexual Red-Frilled Blood Dragon.
Jesk, Orcish gladiator
A brace of sleep-related poisons.
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?