Gamma
(#53364380)
Level 1 Bogsneak
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
9.02 m
Wingspan
6.93 m
Weight
790.45 kg
Genetics
Radioactive
Falcon
Falcon
Radioactive
Peregrine
Peregrine
Radioactive
Spines
Spines
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Bogsneak
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
7
INT
6
VIT
7
MND
6
Biography
Chuckling and cackling like any good morally dubious apothecary, Gamma nearly dances around their workstation. Broken vials and flasks decorate the area, all smashed in a customer's fit of rage. Apparently Gamma's last potion didn't satisfy them- something about turning their victim into a horde of frogs rather than, well, killing them, as was agreed. And, apparently, Gamma's response of "Frogs are easier to kill than dragons, aren't they?" while making a stomping and foot-twisting motion wasn't satisfactory either. But, the past is the past, and that last customer (currently inhabiting a tank on the shelf and scuttling around as the cockroach that Gamma saw them fit to be) won't be much of a problem anytime soon. Roaches are strangely useful as potion ingredients and creature sustenance alike, after all. Gamma checks over their new order again as they dump their nearest tray of ground crystals into their cauldron. The order says that the potion should let any Snapper outrun a Wildclaw. Some sort of Quillrunner seems to be the obvious choice, but surely, Gamma thinks, this apothecary can be a bit more daring than that. Now, a Pronghorn... Gamma nearly doubles over laughing as they imagine it. Stuck as a pure beast if they retain their mind, and an absolute raging monster if they lose it! It's sheer perfection! They quickly demand their familiar to fetch them a haunch, and just as quickly snap off the hoof once they've gotten it. Tossing it in the brew, the hoof fizzles and burns, smoke clouding the cauldron's surface. As Gamma wafts away the smoke, they grin at their product. A viscous, dark blue substance slowly starts to crawl out of the cauldron, only to be pushed back down by the Bogsneak. They ask their familiar to bring fetch some water (the brew's far too thick to drink at the moment, it'll need some watering down) as they begin to label a potion bottle.
Boon of Swiftness
Drink upon a moonless night Come day, newfound speed is naught Beneath stars your feet take flight Come day, see what speed has wrought A few rereads, and they shrug. They're an apothecary, not a poet. The label should be a fair enough warning to anyone who wants to drink it; which will now be a realistic task, since Gamma's familiar graciously tipped the water into the cauldron for them. One haphazard scoop with the bottle later, Gamma seals the potion up and moves it to their "shipping out" shelf. Their familiar fetches them the next order, and Gamma reads it over with another cackle. Another poison request... well, frogs certainly won't do this time... |
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This Bogsneak is about as questionable in their methods as any potion-maker can get, but they do tend to stick to a certain pattern...
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