Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160314222256

11th of Last Seed

Cynric knocked the door of the court wizard's laboratory. He had been told that Aridril was looking for him.

"Come him," he heard he old man say.

Cynric went into the laboratory, where Aridril was hunched over a bottle of some unidentifiable gunk next to a crumbled sheet of paper.

"I analysed the fire potion you gave me," he said. "I've also managed to recreate a small sample of it."

Aridril took a steel ingot onto a rack and placed a drop of the gunk on it. He then gave Cynric a hammer, motioning to the ingot.

"If you wouldn't mine."

Cynric gave a half hearted swing at the ingot. The potion immediately ignited, causing the hammer to recoil noticeably more, and the ingot melted away into a stone bowl underneath the rack.

"As you can see, it is a slightly more explosive composition than your brew, but the effect is largely the same."

"What did you put in it?"

"A combination of quicklime, water, dwemer oil, spriggan sap and fire salt," Aridril explained. "The spriggan sap gives it its stickiness and makes it last longer, the fire salts a much more violent ignition. I suspect that your sample was mainly the oil and quicklime, but I couldn't get it to ignite properly."

"Could we mass produce it?"

"Ah, well," Aridril said, pausing. "It only needs a little sap and fire salt, but a lot of quicklime and dwemer oil will be required. You'd have to clear out several dwemer ruins, and set up a processing plant."

"A processing plant?"

"Yes," Aridril said. "It will cost maybe 150,000 gold, but you'll be able to produce other potions, and supply the army's siege weapons with plenty of explosives."

Cynric stood there chewing the inside of his cheek, mulling the information over for a little bit.

"Thank you, Aridril," Cynric said. "I won't keep you any longer."