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None (20) · 'It was then that Swires tossed the oil. It splattered the cambion, and all at once its skin of brilliant carmine dulled to dark, a red like cheap wine, and the fiend vented this sound of anguish I almost pitied, for its very affinity to fire was now undone.' (1) · 'Look, it's perfectly simple. You just coat the person in the oil, like so. Then you strike a match, like s- oh bugger.' - Bufort Iggles, The Unfortunate (1) · A hint of blood lingers around the stopper. It's enough to make your mouth water. (1) · A truly despicable poison devised from an agglutination of corpse roses by the experimental mind of Thisobald Thorm. (1) · Colils of frost sprial against the vial's glass - in hushed environments, you can even hear it crackling (1) · Consuming this potion feels more like swallowing vapour than liquid. (1) · Don't be fooled - this 'potion' will leave you worse for wear. (1) · Even when closed, a choking acrid smell emanates from this bottle. (1) · From political assassinations to marital dysfunction, poison's got you covered. (1) · Gazing through the glass bottle, everything seems shrunken and contracted - almost gaunt. (1) · Gyroscopic whispers emanate from the device - gnomish machinery speaks with a metal tongue. (1) · If the poison is potent enough, even the smallest pinprick can fugue the brain and turn the capillaries to shrivelled tubes. (1) · Lupperdiddle Swires, Gnomish Adventurer, could reportedly jump twenty feet in the air. He was about the size of a bantam hen. (1) · Many drow cultivate poisons with religious fervour. After all, Lolth, their dread arachnid Goddess, is pleased by only the deadliest of concoctions. (1) · Shifting mercurially within its vial, the toxin holds a promise of swift and delectable death. (1) · Symbols for the eight schools of magic fluctuate in this oil - one by one appearing and dissolving in the oil, as if devoured. (1) · The anonymous liquid in this draft is not viscous but moves with an unusual lethargy when tilted. (1) · The base for this sticky membranous poison was scraped from the carapace of a carrion crawler. (2) · The cloying scent of this oil makes one feel foolish, ill-prepared, not quite worthy. (1) · The emerald hue of this toxin is vivid and baleful as a sunrise over a swamp. (1) · The flecks of shimmering crystal suspended within this murky oil make it hum with arcane potential. (1) · This potion is so light, you feel that if you tossed it high, it might float like a lilypad on the pond of the air. (1) · This slick oil helps your weapon slip through the tiniest of cracks in an enemy's defences. (1) · This vial contains a fine powder that resembles smoke when shaken - or tossed into an enemy's eyes. (1) · Tossing this vial from hand to hand, it seems to glide, suspended in motion, before coming to rest gently in your palm. (1) · You'd think this bottle was empty but for the sound of sloshing liquid from within. (1)
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