Oblivion Master Alchemy Tools Novels & Stories

she asked me and I had to tell her the deal at that point, but I had to make sure she did not say anything to anyone. "What I am about to tell you, you can never say to anyone, do you understand? Can I count on you, Lilith?" I asked her. "What is it?" she asked. "You have to promise not to say anything to anyone first of all. I need you to promise me" I said to her and she promised not to say a word. "I need to see my mother in the cell where she's held, but the guards would not let me see her, on the Alpha's orders. The only way I can get to her would be by drugging the guards. I need you to get me some of your aunt's pills." I said to her "How many does she take?" I asked.

Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled "Lich Eternal". It was a horrible spell calling for items Aelfric had never heard of, not to mention a hefty blood sacrifice. It called for something called "Claimed Chimera claw", and "Horbus Moreas pollin". He could hardly make out the directions, but the notes scribbled at the bottom of the page read "Consciousness lost 8 hours. Eyes bled briefly upon waking. Stimuli are strange. Hard surfaces feel malleable, I am unbreathing, though my heart beats still.

Instead, she gave a small nod, then turned and walked back into the cave, leaving Raven behind with a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Inside, she reopened the old wooden shelves, brushing away the dust that covered the ancient alchemical tools. From a cloth pouch, she pulled out several rare herbs, combining them with the Blood Star Blossom, and began preparing a concoction. Her movements were practiced, meticulous, as if time had never dulled her natural skill. Raven, after lingering outside for a while, stepped in to find Lyra stirring a dark crimson liquid in a stone vessel. A pungent scent filled the air, fiery and oppressive, charged with the pressure of bloodlines. He approached, smi

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Elder Qi was adding medicinal ingredients to the pill furnace. Next to him was a medicinal plot, displaying various herbs, including the Resurrection Yin Grass. Only two plants were left. It seemed they were insufficient, prompting Sebastian to find more herbs. Realizing this as a rare learning opportunity, Sebastian, who had alchemy as a secondary occupation in "Wild Valley World," was eager to observe. Alchemy was one of the secondary occupations in "Wild Valley World." Besides alchemy, there were many other secondary occupations such as forging, geomancy, herbalism, mining, beast taming, and more.

"You know this. You can do this." I grabbed a pipette and began measuring the distilled serums I had prepared, attempting to isolate the active compounds that might counteract the toxin. My mind raced through the potential variables—pH levels, molecular weights, and the serological interactions. Like a composer crafting a symphony, I carefully calculated the ratios, blending elements of modern science with age-old alchemical knowledge.

He also retrieved many precious ingredients such as the ninth-grade purple ginseng, ten-millennia-old spiritual liquid, and Bianca Grass. As the alchemy cauldron roared to life, Severin carefully placed the treasures into it. The ninth-grade herbs that brimmed with The Rules of Heaven and Earth and the essence of immortality glowed brilliantly within the fiery cauldron, as if unaffected by the heat. After noticing that oddity, Severin opened his mouth slightly and exhaled the Lotus Wildfire. He aimed to use that special technique as the heat source with which he would refine the pills.

They can also release this fuel through the pores in their skin to create a fog around them. Tipplers can also spit poison by mixing elements from their digestive system and spit it on their enemy. Too much drinking can turn the user temporarily into water though it has some risk of not getting back to shape again. Gobbler— eats fruit, veges, and other food that grows directly from the earth and uses it to manipulate body size and strength. It can also be used as body hardening for defense. Coverscout— An alchemist that transmutes fear to speed. Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity.

But this time, I did not pull from my mother's legacy or ancient bloodline magic. I pulled from suffering. From death. From every moment of pain and rejection and torture that should have broken me but instead forged me into something stronger. The pendant against my chest began to glow—not silver this time, but silver-blue-gold. Three colors intertwining. "Yes!" Drake breathed. "The triad. Alpha, Luna, Catalyst. We are the alchemy itself!" Power erupted from all three of us simultaneously. Our chains shattered. The suppression cuffs cracked and fell away. Energy poured from us in a massive shockwave that threw everyone in the chamber to the ground.

He stood over the table, his broad shoulders tensed, his hands braced against the edge as his amber eyes locked onto the contents. A high forge master, his face streaked with black soot, reached into the compartment with leather-gloved hands and pulled out a heavy cylinder forged from pure, polished obsidian. It was etched with glowing silver geometric lines that hummed with an unsettling, synthetic magical frequency. With a careful twist, the master cracked the cylinder open, projecting a brilliant, three-dimensional light grid directly into the air above the table. It wasn't a standard topographical map of the surface world. It was a terrifyingly detailed, glowing blueprint of the labyrint