Good day, my most faithful customer!
special order, it took me a while, but I think I finally figured it out.
Behold! The elixir of dreamshaping. With just a teaspoon of this
potion, you’ll be able to give shape and substance to your wildest
dreams. I strongly suggest to proceed with extreme caution, my friend, for you are the first one ever to try it.
My payment? It’s on the house, my dear, just… If you would be so kind
to note any side effect, I would really appreciate the effort.
Bien le bonjour, cher client !
propos de votre commande spéciale, il m’a fallu du temps mais je pense y
être arrivé. Voila l’Elixir de Formerêves ! Une simple cuillerée de
cette potion vous donnera le pouvoir de façonner et matérialiser vos
songes les plus extravagants. Je vous recommande fortement de procéder
avec une extrême prudence, mon cher, car vous êtes la première personne à
Hum ? Mon paiement ? Ne vous en faites pas pour
ça, mon cher. Quoique… J’apprécierais énormément si vous pouviez me
documenter tout effet secondaire éventuel.
The alchemist living down-street is a strange fellow that one day realized he forgot to die. To continue his magical studies he needed funds and so opened a shop. He have a vast network of suppliers, and soon he found that selling his surplus and his own personal creations makes quite a profit. Balms, potions, herbs, desiccated organs, gems, trapped souls, red moon wine, spider silk, salt of the ancient… If you know what you’re searching for, you’ll find it in his shop.
But for now, Martha needed some dusters made from harpies feathers. And a way to protect them from melting in Josephine’s tentacles.
Pencil Doodle on A6 sketchbook for Just a Maid, a story about Martha, maid in a strange house
A long time ago, the Dark Lord commissioned a new armor from the dwemer people. He wanted it to be dark, massive, spiky and sturdy enough to be able to withstand the blows of a dragon.
So they did.
The Dark Lord was furious, this armor was highly impractical. He could barely lift a sword or cast a spell. He wanted to take it off, but the armor was cursed ! He went to them for vengeance but could not enter their fortress for they corridors were quite narrow
It was not sudden, nor a progressive and noticeable thing. It’s
just that one day, he realized he forgot it all. Breathing, food, the
need to sleep… He always seen that as an hindrance to his magical
studies, and years (decades ? centuries ?) of training his will to bend
reality must have shaped his body to what he have become. No need to wonder about such a small thing as immortality. There is still many mysteries to learn ! Many secrets to reveal !