Post by Azallus on Oct 29, 2023 14:45:27 GMT
In the middle of the swamp
If it was not for the smoke rising from the chimney, the rickety old hut in the middle of the swamp would seem abandoned. It was a rather unimpressive place from the outside, a little hut on stilts that looked like they would break at any moment. More impressive however was the inside of the hut, where its inhabitant, Eleanora, was stirring a cauldron filled with a strange, blue-ish and orange potion. Hanging from the ceiling were dried herbs and on the many shelves that dotted the cabin were everything from dried moblin guts, to powdered lizalfos tails and who knew what.
Usually Nora had a plan when mixing a potion, perhaps making one for some foolish girl who thought a love potion would solve all of her troubles, but today she did something unsual, she was merely experimenting. It was not without risk, as certain ingredients could be volatile if mixed together, but she had enough knowledge of her craft to hopefully not blow her cabin to smithereens.
Taking a handful of a strange, rust-colored powder from a pouch in her belt and mixing it in, she covered her face as a puff of pinkish fumes rose from the cauldron. "Hmm", she muttered to herself. Without looking at him, she spoke to her familiar, the winged cat lying lazily upon the hearth above her. "What do you think, Grimalkin, shall we add more monster guts, or perhaps a sprig of monkshood?". While Grimalkin might not be the best person to ask for suggestions of alchemy, she was also the only other person in the hut, apart from the occasional adventurer or whatnot who graced her doorstep. Even though she'd never admit it, she enjoyed visitors but was not comfortable around a lot of people, hence she had never harbored any ideas of moving to any of the nearby towns, as witchcraft was rarely appreciated.
Usually Nora had a plan when mixing a potion, perhaps making one for some foolish girl who thought a love potion would solve all of her troubles, but today she did something unsual, she was merely experimenting. It was not without risk, as certain ingredients could be volatile if mixed together, but she had enough knowledge of her craft to hopefully not blow her cabin to smithereens.
Taking a handful of a strange, rust-colored powder from a pouch in her belt and mixing it in, she covered her face as a puff of pinkish fumes rose from the cauldron. "Hmm", she muttered to herself. Without looking at him, she spoke to her familiar, the winged cat lying lazily upon the hearth above her. "What do you think, Grimalkin, shall we add more monster guts, or perhaps a sprig of monkshood?". While Grimalkin might not be the best person to ask for suggestions of alchemy, she was also the only other person in the hut, apart from the occasional adventurer or whatnot who graced her doorstep. Even though she'd never admit it, she enjoyed visitors but was not comfortable around a lot of people, hence she had never harbored any ideas of moving to any of the nearby towns, as witchcraft was rarely appreciated.
