Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200106232024/@comment-5583506-20200113224149

Whilst Lysilde and the old daft Dunmer were chatting Kashya sat down on the floor in a meditative state, preparing for her alchemical session. She had a couple of bottles containing extremely strong and pure alcohol, the perfect basis for any kind of potion ... or poison. While their toxicity was to the detriment of the consumer's health, the positive side effects countered it effectively. Rendering the long-lasting state of the body at a status quo while the side effects were always beneficial at the time of consumption.

She had been gradually training her own body to consume smaller doses of poisons, not caring to counter the effects with antidote or the like, just to hone her immune system and grow accustomed to just how strong doses she could take. While she was by no means immune to the effects of toxins and venom, she had developed quite a resistance during the years. But the members of the Dark Brotherhood had found her resilience peculiar.

Not only had she never gotten sick from any kind of disease, but the short amount of time her body had learned to cope with the consumption of poisons was beyond anyone's guess. Normally it would have taken any other living being decades to develop that sort of resistance, yet somehow she had mastered it less than a decade, and she was still improving. Hence why she had made herself a reputation within the field, even among other assassins.

It was unnatural to say the least, and she did not exactly have a clue herself as to why that was the case. Except for one, and that was her late father's insistence that she had been born with "bad blood". She found it difficult to argue against that explanation. Nothing good had ever come of her, and maybe the "bad blood" prevented her to succumb from disease and poison so that she could go on to spread misery to others?

When the woman finally returned with the boiling water, the Khajiit did her best as to not make a mess out of the powdered petals she had crushed in a mortar. They needed to be distributed into the water in small amounts and not all at once, since it reacted strongly with fluid and would easily create nasty lumps. Once the powder had been poured into the water as gently as she could she provided the alcohol. As the two reagents mixed into the water reacted, the liquid began to sizzle and bubble until she added the last ingredient: foxglove nectar. With magical properties such as improving upon the consumer's immune systems, allowing them to resist disease, resist poison, and even paralysis. According to the lore of the commonfolk it supposedly made who ever drank the nectar extremely lucky, but she had no evidence of the latter. She had never felt particularly lucky no matter how much of the reagent she had consumed.

All mixed together into a fine, clear, transparent, light blue liquid that smelled of roses and tasted like sugar on fire; she distributed the end results into several prepared vials that were still quite warm to the touch.

The assassin then got up and extended one of the vials for Lysilde to take. "Here", she said neutrally.