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"Hey! We're all legitimate businessmen. That is why that guy from Qadira brought us into his organization. We just happen... To understand the darker side of business as well." A Varisian half-elf said. "Me, I help out making potions in my off time. The Society buys them in bulk, which helps me a lot. I just happen to know... How to pick locks." He shrugs.
"Eyeh? Ya didn' order any." Varis thumbs over his shoulder to the barkeep. "He did. Now I am pretty sure that you're not offending the nice proper owner here, are ya? And not my own personal work either."
He could clearly tell the drunkard was fibbing. He simply shrugs and leans over to him. Perception 25:
"Na man. Just a simple sale. Nothing like that right now. Maybe later though. But just recently been to Tamran to help our good friend Guaril Karela with some shipments though." He taps Vincent on his shoulders. "Eh, A Goldheirch? Tha' name sounds familiar. But I don' keep track of the local news. But... Sis a b$@$$? Only thinking about breeding and Bloodlines and some such. Ya... Such a woman would have tha name, right and proper." Varis nods, gestures to the barkeep who produces three large tankards. "Well. Tis easy ta forget. Better to have a bit of fun instead." He picks up one of the tankards and dunks it into a cask. "Now, I don' know about ya, but tis is some strong, hard stuff. Here, drink up." He chuckles a bit and passes Vincent the full tankard. "Had some... Family assist me in making this stuff. Lemme add one final addition." He pulls out a couple vials and shakes them a bit before mixing.
Which makes the liquid fizzle and pop when he adds it to the tankard.
A ring of the bell over the entrance signals a new person arriving. But instead, all you can see are two barrels, one stacked on the other, being wheeled in. A man from what you can hear shouts. "Hey! Vinny! Got the beer ya wanted." He continues to wheel the barrels over to the bar and sets it down. "Two hard liquor barrels as you ordered, covered and chilled. As ya wanted it." He hands a few sheets of paper to the barkeep. "Now, what else do ya want to order from our suppliers? There's some interesting stuff from Tien Xia made from rice. Or maybe some dwarf stout. Or maybe-" He peers on the other side of the barrels and sees the two people at the bar. "Ah, sorry, didn' see ya there" He shifts the barrels closer to the back of the bar and walks around. He is clearly a half-elf of Varisian decent. "Tha name's Varis. Alchemist by trade, and brewer in my off time." He offers his hand out to shake.
The Half-Elf tilts his head to the side before straightening up and sticking a finger pointed upwards. "It is a mutagen. Mutagen. It is a alchemical... Elixer that allows an Alchemist to change into a more powerful form. Though if anyone other than the Alchemist drinks it, it simply makes them sick." He takes a deep breath and continues. "Mutagen takes many different forms. Regular mutagen gives a boost to a physical attribute, while dulling a mental one. Most are like that. There's Feral, which I use. And others." He shakes his hand a bit and continues. "There are others that improve the mind, or mental abilities, at the cost of physical ones. But as I said, there are-" He looks around for a few seconds before blinking his eyes a few times and sighs. "Sorry. I tend to get into it when people ask about it, or any alchemical item."
The Half-Elf seems slightly startled by the recent arrival. "Ah. Oh, yes. Oh!" He seems to go deep into thought and then frowns. "Such a means is still far above what I know." He looks towards the human then back at the Dragon. Why does he call her a.... Oh! She's a Venture Captain!... Talk about odd choice of words earlier for that Halfling.
"I'll say." The Half-Elf tilts his head, examining the situation. "Though I will say that her.... Transformation into a dragon looks like a bit more powerful form of an mutagen I am working on. Though nothing as grand as that." He refers the dragon in question. "Excuse me, Miss not Dragon, Dragon... How did you become like..... That?"
.... The Half-Elf watches as the two head towards the dummy, and trample over it sideways. Oh geeze.... I wonder if they know that a creature needs to be trained to be used in mounted combat, or at least to be a mount... He walks slowly over to the dragon in a slight rage. He speaks loudly, but in a calm tone. "Looks like she is not trained to be a mount? Are you both alright?"
*Cough* The Half-Elf Covers his mouth when he hears that line from the halfling. He walks over to the halfling wondering what he is attempting with a dusty saddle. He coughs one last time to notify his presence. "Excuse me. I don't mean to be rude, but I must say that this is an interesting turn of events."
Seeing the two on the other side of the grounds, he notices the tiefling woman change into a medium-sized dragon. "Incredible..."
When he gets there, he is quiet, looking over the dragon creature. "Interesting... Such an increase in strength and yet so compact."
I have been looking for such rules for my PFS alchemist character. I can't seem to find it and if anyone happens to have a link to it, I would be very grateful for your help. I believe I remember reading that mundane alchemical items are 1/3 the price due to the PFS Alchemist crafting rule, which I can't find right now. But do they get to make potions under the rule, or similar to it? I would really like to find out.
A Half-Elf with dark red hair walks onto the training grounds whistling a Varisian tune. He continues walking to a group of dummies and drags a couple to an open spot. Setting them up in a close formation, he takes a few steps back, admiring his work. He ponders for a bit. "This should be a good test." The Half-Elf takes a few more steps back before getting out a vial and checking its contents. Afterwards, he shakes the vial and tosses it underhand towards the center dummy of the group.
The bomb explodes on the center dummy with a loud when it detonates. He frowns at the singed dummies and sighs. "That should have been better. Not enough force that time." He rubs his chin, and ponders what happened. |
