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The Faerie Pot
It's a cute little piece
of pottery. Wee faeries live in it. The alchemist kept them to help him
with his lab work - especially measuring out the little particles to exact
amounts. Their fingers are smaller. Of course, (most) alchemists die, and
(most) faeries don't, so these poor things are still here. They don't feel
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Godling Chest
Can you trap a god,
cram it in a somewhat large oaken chest banded with gold-plated lead, put
some locks and magical symbols on it, and distill their essences for a
wide variety of misguided and usually lethal alchemy procedures? No.
But you can do that with little gods. They don't like it much, but
it isn't like they can pick the locks from the inside. |
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Ingredients (for
mashing)
Sometimes, alchemists
developed their processes through careful examination of substances and
their properties. And sometimes they just tried whatever. Things like
leaves, prehistoric claws, pretty rocks, dried mermaids, sulfa powder,
worms, and of course fire. The shelves in this room are crammed with this
kind of crap. Gee, maybe we can make gold with them! (OK, that was a cheap
shot....) |
Love Potions
They honestly work. And
there's many more than I can show you here. Some of them come in more
obscene-looking containers, others make you fall in love on sight, and
some of them are too big or small to fit on the paper. Some of them smell
too bad to get close to. Anyway, these are dangerous! But you don't want
them anyway. They're flawless. The person loves you when you are making an
ass of yourself at a party. They love you when you make the bathroom a
biohazard zone. They love you ALL the TIME. No one needs that. You'll go
crazy. Just do it the hard way. |
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Philosopher's Wand
It looks pretty plain,
but alchemists tend to be frugal, straightforward types of people.
Alchemical symbols for lead are balanced on each compass point, and a
nugget of Philosopher's Stone is suspended in the center of the ring,
making the alchemical dot-in-circle symbol for gold. A flexible webbing of
platinum filaments is suspended between the compass arms. I have no idea
how. The wand changes lead into gold. Imagine if it fell into the wrong
hands! A carpenter in England came across this while restoring an old
manor house. He used it to test the paint on the walls for lead, and also
to make himself filthy rich. When he was satisfied, he sent it to the RDT.
Two months later, he was found dead under suspicious circumstances. |
Pet Brain
This gangly, top-heavy
fellow was once an alchemist himself. He thought he had discovered the
Elixir of Everlasting Life, but he was a little off. His brain survived,
but his body died. Now his brain is cursed to squishy, flailing nerve
immortality. He guards the room, and especially the Philosopher's Wand.
He's quite intelligent, and Davis has taught the pet brain to do his
calculus homework for him. In return, Davis plays a game with the brain in
which he pokes random various sense areas. Smells like peas! God that
feels good! I can see a rainbow! It's almost like living again. Aww. |
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