Vigwyn the Unruly
First Post
You all accept the sparkling green draft and—with more or less enthusiasm—drink it all. The drink spreads like a warm bloom in your belly. Father Colin and the brothers of the order stare at you in anticipation. After a few seconds, strange things begin to happen to you. Through it all, you have a feeling of comfortable well-being, and do not feel threatened at all.
Belisha finds that her feet begin to feel a bit sticky. Not in such a way that she sticks in place to the floor, but walking around she finds that she is exceptionally stable. Experimenting further, she finds that she can walk on the walls, and even up onto the ceiling! Narkus hoots in confusion, but as a wizard’s familiar he has seen strange magic before and is not overly alarmed. The monks smile and clap in delight at this effect of the elixer. The only drawback is that Belisha’s distance vision becomes blurry, and from the ceiling the rest of you look fuzzy to her.
Slyfen finds that he is infused with a feeling of great strength. He feels powerful enough to rip the door off its iron hinges. He begins to feel a little intoxicated, and his coordination is impaired. As he moves to where Belisha is walking on the walls and ceiling, he trips and knocks over a candle. Hot wax spills all over the back of his hand, but to his amazement he feels no pain from it, and his skin doesn’t even redden.
Hardin begins to feel that his skin is becoming hard as stone. This doesn’t impair his ability to move or affect his coordination, but it offers a “natural” protection. The candleholder knocked over by Slyfen hits Hardin on the side of his head—and bounces off as if it were no more substantial than a twig. However, a few moments later, Hardin notices that he is beginning to stink, reeking quite badly actually. Several of the brothers are overcome by the smell and retch, clearly nauseated. (This does not, however, dampen their spirits.)
Eolan is surprised to feel his teeth and fingernails growing. He drops his cup as the nails grow into vicious-looking claws. The tips are razor sharp. With a little effort, he is able to make them slice right through the wooden trencher in front of him on the table. The clerics are impressed and delighted! At the same time, Eolan begins to feel viscous acid dripping from his new fangs. While it doesn’t hurt him at all, little wisps of smoke rise from the blackening spots where the acid has dripped onto the table.
Belisha finds that her feet begin to feel a bit sticky. Not in such a way that she sticks in place to the floor, but walking around she finds that she is exceptionally stable. Experimenting further, she finds that she can walk on the walls, and even up onto the ceiling! Narkus hoots in confusion, but as a wizard’s familiar he has seen strange magic before and is not overly alarmed. The monks smile and clap in delight at this effect of the elixer. The only drawback is that Belisha’s distance vision becomes blurry, and from the ceiling the rest of you look fuzzy to her.
Slyfen finds that he is infused with a feeling of great strength. He feels powerful enough to rip the door off its iron hinges. He begins to feel a little intoxicated, and his coordination is impaired. As he moves to where Belisha is walking on the walls and ceiling, he trips and knocks over a candle. Hot wax spills all over the back of his hand, but to his amazement he feels no pain from it, and his skin doesn’t even redden.
Hardin begins to feel that his skin is becoming hard as stone. This doesn’t impair his ability to move or affect his coordination, but it offers a “natural” protection. The candleholder knocked over by Slyfen hits Hardin on the side of his head—and bounces off as if it were no more substantial than a twig. However, a few moments later, Hardin notices that he is beginning to stink, reeking quite badly actually. Several of the brothers are overcome by the smell and retch, clearly nauseated. (This does not, however, dampen their spirits.)
Eolan is surprised to feel his teeth and fingernails growing. He drops his cup as the nails grow into vicious-looking claws. The tips are razor sharp. With a little effort, he is able to make them slice right through the wooden trencher in front of him on the table. The clerics are impressed and delighted! At the same time, Eolan begins to feel viscous acid dripping from his new fangs. While it doesn’t hurt him at all, little wisps of smoke rise from the blackening spots where the acid has dripped onto the table.
