RP:Stone-man Potion

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Dark Pond

Hector is hustling and bustling around the encampment applying poultices to undead limbs and sores. Despite the futility of such actions, there is some success as partial binding of the flesh takes hold. "Almost, we're getting there. Perhaps more cattail root, and a smidge less willowbark." The ambulant non-living take her nattering the same they do anything else: barely noting it. The dryad recieves no censure for her failings, and no praise for her successes. Most importantly, and unlike fully living beings, the corpses don't mind being handled by a toxic being. That it's to their betterment is simply a side-effect that they use to further whatever foggy aim they currently pursue, if they have one. Hector continues mixing potions and offering them one by one down the line to whichever animate unliving doesn't currently have a full glass container. Even the Kraken gets a potion, albeit not in a glass flask. Hector wades out and rubs it directly on the critter's back. "There, just relax. We'll get you as good as new. Healthy skin, healthy life, yes?" The Kraken probably doesn't know what to make of the plant-woman sharing the waters with it, so watches to form a more logical response.


Rilid was relived as he came into sight of the person who was yelling about potions the other day in the tavern. Then, the summoner somehow in his weariness he realized , that a robe soiled from blood, both from him and the creatures that dwelt here, along with mud from various spots he fell as he traversed the sometimes dangerous path here, all on the very vague description of, " The crazy potion lady? You with the hair?" told to a little girl who pointed down this path. When he did finally reach talking distance he yelled, " Are you the potion lady?" As Lorn, his summoned dragon arched threw the air, almost with the same motion a ribbon has in the wind, threw the air to hector even as she applied salve to kraken, humming loudly and happily as Rilid made his way to her, adding as he spoke," Sorry forgot your name, I'm Rilid, nice to meet you formally."


Hector looks up at the magic word. "Potions? I'm Hector, and if you have a want, a need, anything that requires anything, I can make a potion for it." A soft pat sends the Kraken deeper into the waters, and truth be told, it appears both healthier from the treatment and quite relieved that it was over. The dryad peers at the dragon. "Does the dragon need allergy medecine?" With her left hand, she withdraws a few damp leaves from a pocket in her satchel. She rubs them on her fingers and holds them out to the dragon, seeing if the oils could be of help.


Rilid smiled, shaking both hands in front of him," I don't think so, Lorn?" The dragon gave a negative no sounding hum as he did a arch from her fingers before coming back to face. Then putting on a rush of speed, tongue lashed out hitting her finger once, and coughing lightly afterwards. "He doesn't need any but he wanted to taste it, apparently too strong for his taste" Rilid translated afterwards then he continued, " The potion I need, might be a bit more advanced, Could you make bones stronger, less likely to break, against things like steel and wood?"


Hector returns the leaves to their packages, and withdraws several rock-like objects. "Perhaps a rejuvenation base with a circulatory blend, but focal point. . .oh, a twisting fork." The dryad's brows furrow as she mutters over the rocky items and a flask of some alchemical liquid. Hector lifts her head and meets the summoner's eyes. "There are two ways to go about this. There's a fast way, but it wears off just as fast. There's also a permanent way, but it causes certain problems. Cosmetic problems. I might be able to fix the lapse, but it'd take more time. Then again, trying to fix the lapse would create more side effects from the cure." She looks down at the two ingredient types, the bottle and the rocks. Liquid and solid. "Can't mix them, because they're reactive together. I can make the bones strong enough to withstand any blow, or I can make them unbreakable. And yes, there's a difference, sir." The undead continue their tasks, whatever they may be. They are completely unperturbed by the dryad's inattention and swiftly shifting focus.


Rilid smiled replied, " Unbreakable, would be better." He paused tapping his chin while his blue eyes looked at the sky, "Well I think. " Then he eyed both the potions and the provider. Then he asking sheepishly, "for bare handed melee fighting, which would work better? Unbreakable or not break from any blow? " Then kneeling over the ingredients and a little ways from he , "what type of cosmetic changes would occur to me?" the he paused adding, " would I grow an extra limb? Or even,…" from there she would lose him to his curiosity, as he kept asking question after question, until she would interrupt him, or he needed to breath witch ever came first.


Hector eyeballs her ingredients, calculating the viability of the variations of a bone strengthening potion. After factoring in fighting and. . ."Bare-handed?" She interrupts his monologue, but answers the questions. "Mostly hue shift, textural re-evaluation, and so on. Does Bare-handed mean no weapons? other than your fists, of course." Anticipating the answer, she bags the glas vials and pulls out a larger flask. She pours a generous amount into the mixing bowl and begins adding basic ingredients. "Real question is, do you want the most effective, despite how it disfigures you, or would you like me to tweak it so that it's -possible- to hide the textural side-effects. If you're using fists only, you want the permanent potion. Bones will withstand any blow. They -can- break, but it won't be from being hit."


Rilid smiled lightly once more as he watched her mixing, he reacting with varied sorts of wonderment, and curiosity. Then he replied ,"Yes it does mean with no weapon." Here he closed his hands tightly hearing the leather of his gloves squeak softly as he did so, then asking softly, "Texture re-evaluation? What exactly do you mean by that, and how severely? And hue change to what? Hair, skin, eyes?"


Hector said, "Yes, hue change to hair skin and eyes. You want the blatant all-out, full-force won't break, a more subtle support that does the job but isn't as flashy (normally), or a mix of the two?"


Rilid said to Hector, "If the strongest doesn't hinder my mobility then I want it, if it does then tweak it, so it dons't . "


Hector nods curtly and begins crushing the rocks and measuring by sight. It seems the henbane dryad doesn't believe potioning is a science, but an art. Some of her 'rocks' begin to scurry away, but she catches them and chips off a corner here, a dusting there. A quick wrist flick sends the contents whiring inside the bowl, but not a drop escapes. Hector pours the results into two flasks: one for her satchel, the other for the client. Bringing the glass within inches of her face, she eyes the contents, shaking sporadically to prevent settling. Finally, she is staisfied and places the glass container to one side. "This potion is one use. The first week, you may feel a hardening near your muscles, that just means it's working. The cosmetic changes will occur slowly over weeks, months, and will be complete within a year. I've minimized the extreme shift, because I feel that it may affect mobility. Your skin will darken and take on the color of rust, as will your eyes and your hair. Another downside is that you will be forever noticeable."


Rilid eyed her as he worked, eyeing the scurrying rock impressed with her control over her movements and her tools. She was looking very much like master smithy making a perfect blade or a weapon master's graceful form in mid swing. He raised an eyebrow as she pushed the flask towards him asking, " you kidding, a year?" He sighed lightly taking a few steps away from her as if to think. After a few moments he inhaled then while exhaling he slowly posed a query, " Could you make it work, in one hour?" Then turning back towards her, he added with a smile, " I think I can deal with anything that'll happen from this, but I can't deal with waiting. In fact could you make it happen all at once, as quick as possible? Please?"


Hector said, "Okay, but it'll hurt, a lot." She withdraws a twist of willowbark, some senna, and a vial of black gunk. She mixes the bark and leaves into the already finished potion, and drops a glob of the gunk into the mix, hurriedly stoppering it to prevent it from escaping it's prison. She mixes at a frenzied pace and rough shaking. "Fifteen minutes to half an hour, and it'll feel like you're swimming in an active volcano. . .and I don't mean in water. Bottoms up, and may Lauria have pity on your soul."


Rilid eyed it lightly in haling replying softly , " that bad huh?" then as he exhaled he took the potion from her looking at the fluid inside of it with a no small amount of respect, he added, " So I drink it, then on comes the pain, I'm guessing I'm not going to be aware, or even awake, feeling like staying to watch me and make sure no one steals or tries to kill me?"


Hector shakes her head. "If someone attacks you, the potion will eat them." She tabs the tightly sealed flask of black gunk, a low growl of anger can be heard. "Not all potions are user-friendly."


Rilid smiled saying, " Sounds good to me" Then he shook his potion once more watching the liquid in it move and shake, " This is going to suck. " Then he popped the cork and chugged the potion dropping the vile all most tenderly upon the ground then he turned and took one step, then midway between one step and the next he feel to the ground growling as he bit the grass there to keep from biting his tongue, his eyes rocked into the back of his skull, as he shoed his teeth as he struggled to give voice to his pain, white saliva trail lips as a soft red sheen started forming on his body, then droplets, then it seemed to be pouring out of him, soaking his clothes and the ground around him. His hands shook and he saw nothing but the utter white of this unbearable mind numbing pain that came from within him and he thought, this is where I die.


Hector pulls a smudged rag out of her bag and wipes the crimson drops off him, keeping the place clean and diffusing the temptation for the Kraken to eat him. Once the rag is completely drenched, she seals it in a jar. . .just one more ingredient. No potion is free.


Rilid still shaking with pain, feeling it creeping up his body burning him and changing him. His skin turning dark rusty red as if the blood dyed and stained him, while his hair became a dark earthy muddy red even as it two became matted with blood. Eventually he stopped shaking, and eventually the pain died he felt like it's been hours, days, years? He didn't want to move, he felt faint and weak. Then he opened his now almost glowing red eyes to focus on the ground before him. He slowly picked himself up, "That really, really hurt," then he exhaled as he worked himself to his feet , "Thank you." He stretching and rolling his shoulders letting them pop asking, "how long?"


Hector has cleaned herself up and is now sitting with her feet in the water. "Just twenty minutes, give or take. Not as bad as it could have been." She gives him a once over. "Oh my, I hope your friends are understanding. Monochromatism can be tough."


Rilid smiled lightly showing her his new light red teeth as he replied, " I think I can deal with it, besides I'm stronger now,..well not stronger, but sturdier." Here he thumped his chest with his fist, " I'm going to have to test things now, how far I can land without it hurting too bad, and what if I gained any weight, little things you know?"


Hector stares off into space, considering the variables in the questions. "I don't know. I never considered those things." She begins muttering calculations, her white finger beginning to trace arcane symbols in the air. The theories quickly escape the realm of the every day. "Tell me what you find. It can be payment for my services." Nothing is said of the rag, but he had been so far out of it that he probably hadn't noticed.