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A heady aroma of hay, musk, and manure greets your nose upon opening the bottle. (1) · A hint of blood lingers around the stopper. It's enough to make your mouth water. (1) · A parasite swims in the bottom of this bottle, fat with strength (1) · A rotten pungency undercuts this potion's otherwise pleasant aroma of roses and honey. (1) · A sliver of a hill giant's fingernail is suspended in this potion, and the foul stench renders it unpleasant to swallow. (1) · A small bottle, filled to the brim with arcane energy. (1) · A spellcaster who cannot maintain their spells is about as useful as a chocolate kettle. (1) · A sweet, intoxicating aroma hangs around this bottle, It reminds you of home. (1) · An acrid, coppery aroma wafts from this liquid, clearing the senses and honing awareness. (1) · Angling this solution just so refracts the colours of sunrise within. (1) · Before your eyes, the elixir firms into a tough, striated twig, then it liquefies once more. (1) · Beneath its vial of glass the liquid floods with colour, goes translucent, and becomes colourful once more - a pretty fluctuation. (1) · Derived from the eye of a mage-hunting Nothic, this elixir waxes from within with a piercing light. (1) · Despite its reputation as a chalky and unappetising brew, a pleasing effervescence makes this potion easy to drink. (3) · Enfolded in darkness, monsters and tucked-away treasures hide, glimpsed only by the naturally gifted, and, of course, whosoever imbibes this brackish elixir. (1) · Even through the thick glass, the arcane energy contained within this bottle makes your fingers tingle. (1) · Flasks filled with this potion are often passed around by soldiers at first light on the dawn of battle. (1) · Fragments of malachite swirl at the bottom of this potion, coalescing and separating rhythmically. (1) · Fragments of memory and perception smatter this liquid - a crude constellation of thought. (1) · From hedge wizards to high priests, these elixirs are coveted by spellcasters of any ilk. (1) · Instantly upon inhaling this elixir, your abdomen seems to swell, and the muscles in your back feel like sheets of hammer-beaten steel. (1) · It is said that the glimmer in this elixir is the reflection of light on the Weave itself. (1) · One of Blood Vendor Araj Oblodra's elixirs, distilled from a specific sanguine quality, and with properties aligned to an equally specific race. (12) · Pleasantly cool to the touch. A layer of frost coats the inside of the bottle. (1) · Popular among politicians and adventurers alike. (1) · Smells like a sleep potion turned sour. (1) · Smells of fresh herbs and berries. Some say flowers placed within will bloom indefinitely. (1) · Stimulates the pineal gland in the brain, unlocking malevolent power. (1) · Strange, incomprehensible whispers emanate from this coin, pervading your mind with rage and despair. (1) · The howl of wind can be heard within this lightly vibrating bottle. (1) · The surface of this concoction remains remarkably still, no matter how much the bottle is agitated. (1) · The syrupy liquid languidly swirling inside this bottle somehow reminds you of a predator lying in wait. (1) · This bottle feels warm, as if it's been sitting by a hearth. (1) · This potion causes a tingling sensation in the extremities when consumed. (1) · This potion, reminiscent of whiskey in taste but not effect, is known to cause temporary ringing in the ears. (1) · Those willing to immerse themselves in savagery often reap a blood-red reward. (1) · Though textured like half-frozen honey, this liquid flows as effortlessly as mercury. (1)
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