The hardiest warrior tribes have painted themselves in fearsome patterns since time immemorial. These intricate patterns can denote lineage, rank, or simply be meant to strike fear into the hearts of their foes.
Among these tribes are the Dothkar. Despite the brutality of the warriors, the shamans have learned to exploit the herbs of the frozen lands they call their own quite well. Foremost of their concoctions is the tribe’s unique war paint.
Either a deep, royal blue or the bright red of blood, this ink is compounded with an odd mixture of plant syrups and dyes. It flows thickly, smelling of the sickly-sweet smell of rotting flesh.
When used as tattoo ink, the vile smelling fluid causes the slowly healing skin overtop of itself to thicken and harden, all the while deadening the senses of touch, heat, cold, and pain where it lies. Though the flesh is stiff, it acts as a crude form of armor, one which bears no weight and which cannot be stolen from you.
When used topically, as face paint, the potion first deadens the ability of the area to sense pain, and causes the outermost layers of skin to slowly blister and fall away, all the while dying the skin with its fierce color.