Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-5583506-20190911125449

Kashya meddled with the mixing of some new poisons. She had always used herself as a test subject for her experiments, if only in minimal doses, as to not bring herself a premature death. Though if she somehow slipped up and accidentally killed herself, it would have been the hand fate had dealt her.

She watered it down with boiled and purified sea water, the only thing to use as a basis for her alchemical research on the ship. There were of course alcohol as well, but she couldn't tell what the reaction would be if the toxic ingredients mixed with ale or the like.

Once she was done she took a whiff of the vial. It reeked of strong spices. She had been watering it down to the point where she doubted that she would begin to feel the repercussions until later on, and then she would have to administer the antidote. She held the vial up to the light: it was a transparent crimson red; almost the color of blood.

She shook it slightly and then uncaringly drank the contents. She grimaced at the taste. It tasted like sucking on a piece of rusted iron. Though the scent had indicated that it would be strong enough to burn her throat, it had just a mild sting to it, which was good. It meant that it would be servicable enough to poison someone's food or drink without there being any major difference in taste, as to not raise suspicions.

Now all she had to do was wait and see what the ramifications of this particular poison would be.