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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 31, 2020 17:40:16 GMT
Silvia looked up curiously as the conversation changed subject. "What's a polymorph potion?" Surely the old man was making a joke about turning into an ape?
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 31, 2020 17:49:36 GMT
"Well, dear Silvia, I invented my own concoction of Polymorph back when I was around your age, maybe a bit older. I was working on my Doctorate thesis's at the time, but no matter what I presented my tutor, the renowned Lord Attenshire, he would rebuke me for not being good enough. 'You can't just observe, you have to THINK like the Dwarf Mountain Mammoth and the Lowland Orangutan', he used to tell me...' Archie said, taking the opportunity to engaged in yet another of his life stories. "One thing led to the other, and I developed a whole field of research from it. Empathic Empiricism, when the researcher puts himself in the place of the object of his research. All thanks to my Polymorph potion."
"At my first attempt I spent two months living as a Flying Gibbon because I got the potions mixture wrong, and it wouldn't wear off." He stroke his mustache. "It did lend me a prize in the university, though I almost got eaten by an Imperial Cheetah."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 31, 2020 17:53:03 GMT
Her eyes widened. The old man knew how to tell a story, but she wasn't sure how much of it was the truth.
"So tell me, do you choose what creature you turn into then? If you create the potion correctly, of course."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 31, 2020 17:59:51 GMT
Sabrina offered her a potion with a wide grin. “Why not see for yourself?” She asked cheerily, like a somewhat deranged cheerleader.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 31, 2020 18:00:33 GMT
"There is a base mixture for the brew, by itself it does nothing. You have to add just a small bit containing the genetic signature of the desired form. " Archie said nonchalantly. "It can be a bit of hair, nail, skin... That's why I always keep a wide variety on myself. Then after you add that, you need to balance the brew's acidity accordingly and Robert is your uncle."
"Of course, I already keep some pre-brewed flask of generic forms in case of an emergency." He pulled a small flask filled with a pink substance from his suitcase.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 31, 2020 18:03:39 GMT
Silvia eyed the potion somewhat dubiously. She was tempted...but no. Not today.
"I'd gladly try it in other circumstances, but I believe that now is not the right time to be experimenting with such things. Not for me, anyway. Besides, my sword will surely be needed soon enough."
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 31, 2020 18:07:26 GMT
"Your loss... Quite a unique experience." He smiled, putting away the flask.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 31, 2020 18:16:04 GMT
"I'll gladly take some healing potions," Silvia said. "What else needs to be decided?"
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 31, 2020 20:54:28 GMT
Herneiros walked in at the ass end of the conference, fully dressed and sporting all his gear.
"If no one needs me, I am going to go ahead and reconnoiter for a spot. The faster we're surrounded by otherworldly fiends, the closer we are to getting paid. Unless our rivals have hired their own mist hunter, I think there's a good chance they will probably die long before they reach the ziggurat."
'Reconnoiter' was possibly the longest word he had said on the entire trip.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 31, 2020 21:15:41 GMT
Silvia gave Herneiros a cheeky wink when he entered. "Take care of yourself, wild man," she said.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 31, 2020 21:26:42 GMT
Herneiros grinned at the minstrel. "I always do, songbird."
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