Transformed

[Gnomistry 1115]

 

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Beros Oathcast and Prohan would descend down into a newly renovated lab in the island of former Destati. The lab would be under a tall tower, with many small repairs. An old laboratory that Beros knew about, one once belonging to another alchemist, one named Elvira. At the center of the room, there was a pool of still black liquid, covered by a thick layer of glass, and a solid iron lock. It wasn’t long until their conversation topic changed to that liquid.

  

Beros would take a deep breath as he makes his way down the steps looking over the lab  “You have done well.”

 

Prohan: “The centerpiece… the most important…” he looks down at the motionless black liquid

 

Beros turns from time to time looking over the various regents before his attention is drawn to the pool, he would stand to the side peering down into the black liquid “Hrm…”

 

Prohan: “The Cloud Temple has the pool of life and death… This one is like both combined.”

 

Beros would smirk “I quite like that.”

 

Prohan moves from the center to one of the corners, looking through the many bottles

“You can take some of it, I just ask that you wash yourself very well before descending. Even your breath has to be clean… it is that important of a potion…”

 

Beros: “Well, I only wish for a vial full of the liquid but if you would like for me to clean up before gathering it I could.” he takes a step closer shaking his head slightly as he looks into the pool.

 

Prohan picks up a vial of a very white color “The potion… concoction… it allows the creation of… let's call it a living being. This being is able to recreate itself.”

 

  Beros would narrow his eyes looking up to Prohan

 

Prohan “Living, is a wrong word for it, more of…” he turns to Beros “It grows and recreates by itself…” he grins a bit “Place a powerful pure symbol inside, and it uses the full potion to create more of it. It stops if there’s nothing around to use of course.” he says walking towards Beros. “More of it, from everything around.”

 

Beros would smack his lips as if he had a bad taste in his mouth “How long have you worked on this brew?” he would question looking in again

 

Prohan: “Night and Day…” he stops close to Beros “I could find good ingredients around here.”

 

Beros: “Vailor’s Isles seem to have quite the strength.” He says as he takes a deep breath once more, looking behind him noticing some eyes on a shelf. A deformed red eye, clearly not from a descendent, and another one, with a green iris. Both eyes, appearing to stare at the two alchemists talking in the center of the room.

 

 Prohan would then hand Beros a white vial instructing him to drink it after he has cleaned himself off.

 

Beros would wash himself outside and then would wander back in ready to collect some of the black liquid.When inside, he would drink the white liquid... peculiar, it would taste like nothing, even water had more taste. The door to the lab is then closed by Prohan.

 

Prohan: “You said I looked like another alchemist once, correct?”

 

Beros: “Yes, Daniel was his name, he was a wise mate. I have not seen him since Athera though, he is probably long gone now.”

 

Prohan: “I researched him a bit more… since everyone kept confusing me for him. Found an old laboratory, in ruins, with some of his research and ingredients.”

 

Beros: “And what was he last working on, the old bugger?”

 

Prohan: “He was quite remarkable, so much of what I did here, was because of his notes. It came to be that he had a thought… about how to extend his life.” he leans down and opens the trapdoor to the pool. No smell coming from inside, and the liquid stood unremarkably still.

 

Beros would frown with a nod “Many a Human have come to me with that question, many long since gone.”

 

Prohan: “He believed that he could not reach his whole body from the outside, nor only from the inside. He created a recipe for two liquids that would attract each other… and when together would create a new result… a powerful healing result. ”

 

Beros would not respond as he would look to the trap door, then to Prohan

 

Prohan motions to the trapdoor “You can go when ready.”

 

Beros would nod taking out a vial moving to the side

 

Prohan: “He believed that Earth would be the best to use for such a potion. Resilience… I took a different approach.... could I take a look at that vial?” he says starting to stare at it.

 

 Beros would peer down for a moment, and then would hand him his collection vial “Sure…”

 

Prohan takes the vial and looks inside it and around it “Oh no… this can’t be… far too unclean…” he shakes his head and sets up the vial to the side.

 

Beros: “Are you sure…. I usually keep a pretty clean vial….”

 

 Prohan: “Something peculiar would happen with the liquid inside such a dirty vial…” he moves a bit and points inside standing just next to Beros, looking down at the liquid, leading the gaze of the dwarf to it as well.

  

 

Prohan: “How peculiar how an air based potion can be so… black… does it not?”

 

Beros: “Er… well, did you add enough reagent? I am use to light blue… or white concoctions.”

 

Prohan: “It is only half the potion….” he says as he moves to grab hold of the backside of Beros’ neck. The dwarf would feel the hold, the hand cold, ruff… like moving dirt was gripping his neck.“ The other half.... pure white….” Prohan says as he tries to force throw him inside the container.

 

The Old Dwarf with his footing rested on the ledge would make an easy plunge into the shoot, flailing as his hand would ketch the side glass allowing him to hold on… he would make out a “Grah!” as he still holds on, facing Prohan

 

Prohan looks down at him, reaching for his hand now, the grip unnaturally firm and ruff. The man that looked so much like an old known friend, now holding the dwarf’s hand, controlling it, deciding when he would fall into that unknown liquid.

 

Beros “What are you doing!”

 

Prohan: “This…. Daniel… Rosso.. he was quite smart…. inside and outside….” A grin was on the being’s face, his only eye looking around as he thought of the potion.

 

Beros would flail to the side trying to prop his foot on the wall

 

Prohan “He needed everything to come together… it…. worked… in a way…. He got much younger... his body did.... have to change….”

 

Beros would pause as he gains his footing “Who are you?”

 

Prohan: “I don’t remember how it all changed… I don’t know if he was in pain…”

 

Beros grinds his teeth as he is oddly stuck in position

 

Prohan: “You’ll have to tell me that… Because a liquid coming from inside your body… while another presses from the outside…” he then whispers “It sounds painful….”

 

Beros would widen his jawline as he shrieks reaching around to escape

 

Prohan: “You’ll be reborn anew… either like me… or like one of those you created…”

 

Beros shouts “You’re a madman!”

 

Prohan tries to twist the hand of Beros, to try and let him fall inside - he continued whispering - “And you’re a disposable mortal.” he grins at him. “Be reborn as my brother.”

 

Beros would cling to the side, his old muscles giving out as he is sent down the shoot screaming one word “[hidden] ”