Skyrim Poisoned Apple Romane & Geschichten

He was obviously purposely walking slowly because he wanted me to catch up with him and that is something that can never happen in my reality. The words that fall out of my mouth next bring me back to reality…the reality that I am not dreaming. This is real life. “I, Poison Ivy welcomes you to the clan of the abominable dream stand that fulfils the hidden chronicles of the human body which is the only thing allowing the fish to malfunction in the coconut water of the strawberry palm fronds which the seed of the living cockroach which lives in the fourth floor of the rat's apartment shall die in the bathroom of a living specimen." And yes, I said every stupid dumbing word in one breath.

She sobbed and pleaded, "I'm already poisoned! How can you do this to me? "We can't even win against them! If you want to die, go die on your own—why are you dragging me into this?" But her lies were instantly exposed by the enemy wolves standing across from them. "You're still carrying that witch in your mouth? Guess we really did catch the wrong mate of yours!" One of them sneered and added, "You got played, Louis. She tricked you into thinking she was poisoned. When we caught her, she sold out your Luna just to save her own life."

"The ghost chef always uses ginger when she prepares a meal. It is her signature. She thinks it cleanses the palate. She uses it in almost every dish she serves to Alaric." I looked at the fire. My plan was perfect. It was a work of art. "There is something we can add to the young prince’s medications." I said. Magnus was the one supplying the boy’s medicine. He controlled the apothecary. "It is something that is poison but not poison. It is simply rat poop. On its own, it does nothing. But when mixed with ginger, it causes the throat to close. It causes the heart to erratic. It looks like a sudden, violent illness."

“Kuh…… Very well, I will allow it just this once…!” “Guh— spurt…!” Crap, that man is starting to cough black blood. “He’s— poisoned…?” Alpha Fenrir looks surprised. “Restia— go and take my phone, three cups of water and a tiny funnel— you can find it in the kitchen…!” I told her. She immediately rushes into the house. Then I look at Alpha Fenrir. “W-Where are your magic herbs!? There’s not much time for him…!” “Barf—”

Now he was not a mate alone, he was a king, the best king magical world ever got. The environment of the packhouse seemed tense. Abner and and my gamma, Ivan was helping those distressed pack member to feel relief. Pack doctors had been busy all the time. I noticed Ven clenched her jaw while her hand tangled into a tight fist. "Alpha, I think someone spread poisons in air. Maybe it was our rival pack." A pack doctor said, "We have detected some Oleander in the air though it was faint. If it was intense, the whole pack would have died till now."

the captain exclaimed. "No. We can wait in the cave and ambush them. Instead of using guns, we’ll use poisoned arrows," Alice said, glancing around at the others. "Poisoned arrows?" The captain tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I saw some thorn apples and rosary peas in the woods earlier. If they drink the poison or inhale the smoke from burning thorn apples, they’ll hallucinate or even go mad. As for the rosary peas, if we dip the tips of the arrows into the seeds, the poison will kill them. But we need to be very careful in preparing them," Alice explained.

Then he gives it a big bite and places it again in my hand. “How do you know if it hasn’t been poisoned?” I ask with a smirk and he chews the apple all the more and swallows it. “I’m an Alpha and I can’t be killed by mere poison, besides, you wouldn’t dare to do a thing like that. You don’t have the courage to harm your own mate, do you?” He asks with a wicked smile as he takes the apple from my hand. “I’ll keep this, go get another one for yourself” Then he walks away.

=== Main Quest: Cap Collection Objective: - 0/10 white caps - 0/10 purple caps - 0/10 blue caps Reward: 5 Low-Grade Poison Immunity Potion === According to the description, the Shady Merchant’s new rewards weren’t spectacular either. These low-grade poison immunity potions lasted only two minutes after consumption and wouldn’t even work against boss monsters. It was probably good for exploring the poison fog. However, Zen already had Hernie’s Mushroom Mask on a loan that worked better than these potions.

"Can you do something about it?" Walking over to where Jay lay, she walked around him in a circle before stopping to face the King, "There is nothing I can do for him my King, he is dead for real." Oracle announced. "What could kill a Dragon?" "This." King Henry answered pointing at the rotten golden apple. "He was eating the apple when he started choking and fell down, before they would bring him here, he was gone. The apple was looking fresh before, but now it is rotten." "Who had given him the apple?" Oracle asked.

The urge for revenge is greater than the fear of having to mate with Truett. I’ve decided that poison will be my method. But I need to find a way to slip it into Samantha’s food and drink without someone noticing and without poisoning Truett. My library searches taught me that most seeds of drupes like apples and apricots contain arsenic. They are easy to come by and the poison is easy to extract. The hard part is administering it.