I had my first character about 4 years ago when i had just been introduced to the fantastic world of roleplaying. I will always love my first PC, she was a Mercenary who fought for Barely anything, not seeing that much point in paying for things when she could just have taken them anyway, (she wasn't exactly very ladylike), but was quite efficient in the field.
She met her rather untimely end fighting for her life in the gladiator pits of Karthoria having been captured by a group of slavers and sold to the pits. the only things she was allowed to keep were her clothes armour and broadsword. She had to buy her way out of there and the quickest way was to fight the most dangerous creatures, and so, foolishly she did.
A bit of a shame really when you look back and think on it. Go to Comment
Certain trees have sap that is filled with magical potential. Their sap is harvested and distilled down to produce various types of potions, much like maple syrup is collected in some areas. The magical effects of these syrupy potions are often fairly trivial; perhaps they simply cause the imbiber to grow hair more quickly, summon butterflies, or walk a few inches above the floor. People enjoy the syrup as a flavoring, instead of imbibing it for its magical powers.