[ORP] Nothing to Sneeze At (MINIBOSS PG 18!!)

[baby_gwing]

Nearly there  

[baby_gwing]

Sitting herself down at one of the work stations, Wan Ru began transferring the gathered materials to the mortar, picking up the pestle to commence the slow arduous process of grinding and mixing everything up until she finally had a brown gritty paste to work with for the next step.

Carefully retrieving a small handful of spores from the bowl that was allocated to her, she scooped up some of the paste with her hands, placing a spore in the middle of her palm before covering it with the paste and rolling it into a perfect sphere while she poured her fear into it.

Unlike her earlier failed attempts, something must have worked this time round for when the Conquest horseman uncovered the spore, it had taken on a stormy blue grey colour and was pulsating as if it was alive. At last, finally. Wan Ru was about to give up on the pretext that this was severely out of her league and one of those things that she lacked an aptitude for.
 

[Eight]

Na'ima was more than glad to do more. She was having fun. It was with renewed excitement that she collected her next ingredients, wiping her hand on herself after getting algae all over her hand. But as she approached her work station she gave pause to check out the newest arrival, Nergui's foal included. She frowned behind her scarf, giving the group a quizzical look. If Nergui was so concerned why was she still bringing Valdis here? That wasn't logical.

Her items were set down and she briefly reached under her scarf, messing around with something until she was able to pull free one of her extra veils. It was thin like the others, but long. The scarf was put back into place and tightened once more before she approached the group, veil in hand. "Give this to her," she said as she approached them, her voice slightly muffled by her thick scarf covering. "It will not suffocate her, simply filter the air. Wrap it around her nose and mouth twice, do not tie it." It was entirely for peace of mind, she was sure. None of these spores would escape and harm anyone unless someone was a complete idiot about it.

The veil would be offered up until someone took it, and once her hand was free she would reach up and brush her fingers until Wrath's chin, looking up at him fondly before stepping back and drifting away to return to her work.

((A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A handful of moist algae
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm
A discarded scrap of animal pelt with flecks of dried blood
A discarded scrap of animal pelt with flecks of dried blood))

Seussi

Beejoux

ramenli

 

[Eight]

Back to work. Nothing would disturb her now. The blood on the fur had helped a bit before, but what if she used the algae? The fur was ignored for now as she ground up the algae, squeezing out the water that lingered in it.

((A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A handful of moist algae
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm
A discarded scrap of animal pelt with flecks of dried blood
A discarded scrap of animal pelt with flecks of dried blood))  

[Eight]

The claw came next. It and the plant ground up together with the dried out algae. The powder was carefully applied to her newest batch of spores. She could smell it work. Yes. Time to step back. Two for two, this one.

Maybe she'd do one more..

((A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A handful of moist algae
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm
A discarded scrap of animal pelt with flecks of dried blood
A discarded scrap of animal pelt with flecks of dried blood))  

[Eight]

She was two for two. Now for a third one. If no one stopped her she would just continue to work herself to death, but the glee was obvious as Na'ima sang quietly under her breath while gathering her next set of ingredients. It was a simple little melody, one she seemed to be having fun with as she walked back to her station.

((A handful of fresh seeds
A vial of human blood
A vial of human blood
A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm))  

[Eight]

Perhaps she would try something new! Na'ima eyed the seeds in her hand, rubbing her chin with the other. It wasn't long before they were tossed in and ground down, the leaves of the plant added here and there.

((A handful of fresh seeds
A vial of human blood
A vial of human blood
A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm))  

[Eight]

A drop of blood here, a fragment of finger there..

((A handful of fresh seeds
A vial of human blood
A vial of human blood
A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm))  

[Eight]

...A bit more blood. Maybe if she just emptied the whole vial. Yes, there. Perfect!

((A handful of fresh seeds
A vial of human blood
A vial of human blood
A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm))  

[Eight]

There it was, the cloud she was looking for. Na'ima was grinning behind her scarf as the third spore was set aside. Wiping her hands on her sleeve, she hummed and looked to her three finished spores. Perhaps..one more...

((A handful of fresh seeds
A vial of human blood
A vial of human blood
A rotting claw/talon/finger, gladly given by a Scavenger on the move
A vividly pigmented plant that fits in your palm))  

[stella cinere]

Maybe this time?  

[stella cinere]

Jin should rethink being a famine horseman....  

[stella cinere]

Really rethink this  

[stella cinere]

Finally after what felt like hours and hours and hours of grinding the ingredients and pouring fear into the mixture that it started to form something, its shape wiggled and wobbled and somewhat breathed before turning into something that resembled a round mound with brightly colored spots. A puff of pollen escaped as the elder alchemist finally gave some sign approval after so many disappointments from him.

Sliding it away Jin laid his head on the table, too much work this had been too much work for little of interest for him.  

[Eight]

Na'ima gazed down at the flash of venom in her hand, her singing quieting down and stopping the longer she looked down at it. Her smile fell, her hand tightening around the flask as she collected her other ingredients and returned to her work station again. One more, she'd make one more spore.

((Tree sap still clinging to the bark it had been scraped from
A colorful bottle of crushed insects x2
A pouch of sand from the Sahara
A forgotten flask of venom (extracted from a snake/spider/etc.))