Oblivion Master Alchemy Tools Novels & Stories

“First, you must remove your waist belt and submit it to me. Do it quickly, because my pal over there doesn't have much patience left.” Rhaizen Gale followed the instructions. He flung his belt, which contained all of his potions and elixirs, over to the Lorth mage. The mage said, "Good." He then proceeded to stomp the vials and beakers under his feet, ensuring that they were all smashed. He knew the chemicals could only react when they were cast by an alchemist who had consumed a mutagen that caused them to tap into the manna fields, so he could stomp on them as much as he wanted because he knew they were nonreactive and couldn't harm him.

He believed that Rozi's alchemy and his blacksmithing would complement their training and create a positive cycle. However, Adrian underestimated the cost of advancing as an alchemist and blacksmith. Out of their initial ten thousand essence stones, he spent about eight thousand just on the basics. The staggering consumption startled him. Without substantial faction support, sustaining their endeavors seemed nearly impossible. Fortunately, their talent prevailed, and they eventually mastered their respective crafts.

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Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

“Most of them are, but there are also a regular pharmacist. Well, the newest tool that the technicians developed today was the monster barrier. They made it according to the alchemists' recipe.” “Ah, so it isn't some kind of magic but a chemical reaction that drives monsters away that night?” Fuschia nodded blankly. “So, magic are really perished from the land of Drachentia?” “Unfortunately yes, Your Highness. I also pity that.” Fuschia took a deep breath. “In that case, how can a person detect whether she is a victim of alchemy or not?” “Well, if a human exposed to alchemy, wouldn't her body feel heavier? Like her head would hurt tremendously.”

he asked, his voice demanded a feasible response. “Yes,” I muttered as I gritted my teeth bitterly. “Good, now with the school resumption day approaching close, I need you to attend this school and begin class in place of the true Alpha Leon, get close to that heir and discover what relic exactly, the Crescents are hiding for this new war.” What? How will that even work? When they already saw the true Alpha in the summit. “Those eyes of yours already tell me you think I'm crazy, and my plan won't work, but do you think I came to you when I am not sure,” he stated, his voice dead cold as stared at me with those calculative eyes of his.

Meanwhile, [Omniscient P.O.V] The alchemy lab hissed with incompetence. Copper spoons clattered against glass. Cauldrons bubbled over, spewing green smoke that smelled of sulfur and panic. Students shouted, cursed, scrambled for dampening cloths. The air was a thick soup of mountain mint, burnt hair, and desperation.

“Which is what made me realize, we’ve been looking in the wrong direction. Following the spies, chasing whispers. But whoever we’re dealing with has resources. Access. Power.” How did we not figure this out? Jerome’s eyes narrowed. “How many alchemists in our allied packs are licensed to make this?” “Five,” I said. “And only three were cleared to handle military-grade alchemical weapons.” I reached into the drawer and pulled out a file, opening it. it contained a list, names written in sharp ink. My fingers tapped on one. "This one– Ashton of Stoneclaw was commissioned five months ago by one of the council elders to develop containment tools. He filed no complaints and no extra inventory wen

Tables containing various alchemical implements and medical supplies were scattered about. “Like it?” Mason asked as he gently guided me over to a seat. He helped me sit, then began rummaging in one of the desks for some medical supplies. “Like it?” I asked sarcastically. “Mason, this is incredible. I’ve never seen so many books in one place. And these alchemical supplies… Some of them are rare and very expensive.” I looked at one brewing set in particular that I had only dreamt of owning one day—made of the most coveted crystal glass and copper tubing that could only be specially ordered from artisans overseas.

It moved with a slow, heavy rhythm, expanding and contracting slightly against the cork seal, as if a tiny, metallic heart were beating deep within the core of the chemical compound. "It’s not an alchemical poison," Alpha Torin said from the shadows near the heavy oak door. His silver-furred arms were crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes fixed on the strange, glowing light the vial cast across Natalia’s soot-stained fingers. "I’ve seen the Grand Vizier’s alchemists work their horrors in the northern valleys for a decade, Natalia. They build things that melt flesh, things that freeze blood, and things that rot timber. This... this smells of something ancient. Something stolen."