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Post by Daniel on Oct 12, 2005 19:18:30 GMT -5
lool. tom wants to get that boar now. You made him go all stubborn.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 19:23:22 GMT -5
|Another sigh, another bottle removed. Horehound, feverfew, mint, a canister of water, a bottle of dragon's blood, three bezoars (where had those come from?) and a satchel containing ground dragon, griffin, and harpy claws, each in separate bottles, neatly labeled in his small, meticulous handwriting. He retrieved an empty bottle, his cauldron and his burner, and slowly began to assemble something that could only be described as a miniature laboratory|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 12, 2005 19:24:23 GMT -5
um... search?
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Post by Pathos on Oct 12, 2005 19:34:45 GMT -5
|The dragon's blood, mixed slowly with the water over the burner, at precisely 210 degrees. Added, just a pinch at a time, the horehound, the mint, some ground harpy's claw. Stirred fifteen time counterclockise, until the concotion turned from dark greyish-red to a mellow sort of bluish-purple, simmering quietly. The whole thing took half an hour to brew, but it was worth it for the relief from pain, but mental and physical. An addictive potion, but Jesse was so careful...Only taking it when things got out of control.|
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Post by QKat on Oct 12, 2005 20:19:47 GMT -5
((who said we can apparate here? *blinky* ))
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Post by Daniel on Oct 13, 2005 17:51:16 GMT -5
<bean made a random decision based on the fact it never said you *couldnt*. gomen.>
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Post by QKat on Oct 13, 2005 20:53:51 GMT -5
((oh, well. just inconsistencies on the site. Not the end of the world.))
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