by Felicia Hierophant
The alchemical arts are notable
for their deceptive simplicity. 'Tis true that to our best knowledge currently, there are
but eight valid potions that can be made (though I emphasize that new discoveries may
always await). However, the delicate balance of confecting the potions is difficult
indeed, and requires great skill.
To give thee an example of the simpler potions that can be created
by those well-versed in the subtleties of alchemy.
Black pearl, that rare substance that is oft found lying unannounced
upon the surface of the ground, when properly crushed with mortar and pestle, can yield a
fine powder. Said powder in the proper proportions when mixed via the alchemical arts can
yield a wonderfully refreshing drink.
The revolting blood moss so gingerly scraped off windowsills by
fastidious housewives is but a tiny cousin to the wilder version, which when properly
prepared yields a magical liquid that for a time can make the imbiber a more agile and
dextrous individual.
However, beware of the deadly nightshade, for it yields a
deceptively sweet-tasting poison that can prove highly fatal to the drinker, and in fact
is also used by assassins to coat their blades. Fortunately, this latter art of poisoning
is little known!
There is much to reward the student of alchemy, indeed. The rumors
of longtime alchemists losing their hair and acquiring an unhealthy pallor, not to mention
unsightly blotches upon their once-fair skin, are unhappily, true. Yet the joys of the
mind make up for the complete loss of interest that others may have in thee as an object
of courtship, and I have never regretted that choice. Honestly, truly. Not once.
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