Sleep Pots Elden Ring Novels & Stories

"Are we exchanging questions now?" Calix nodded. "If you like." "Okay, then." Kat braced her chin on her palms. She'd been waiting for this. "What's in the goblet? And what's that liquid you keep with you?" "This?" He carefully extracted the vial and raised it to her eye level. When she tried to get it, he retracted it with a frown. "Do not touch it. It is the extract of the nightshade berries we grow in the Underworld, which are more potent than the ones in the mortal world. The goblet contains a potion. When taken with the extract, the soul would regrow a mortal shell, a body more sensitive but more resistant than the last, designed to take and feel punishment."

There was a small, seemingly soft bed with white bed sheet laid over it, whereas two candles on an oblong table were the only source of light in the room. Four large pots respectively containing Peonies, Roses, white Lilies and Freesias stood at the four corners of the space, their heady, sweet and floral mingling fragrance that soothed the room with ventilation. A smaller pot of Peony sat on the table alongside potion vials of several-colored potions and a few apothecary Jars. Looking under the table, there were two water-filled ceramics Jars, a wooden mortar-pestle and a long-handle mahogany spoon leaning against the wall beside a portable cauldron.

Zenith’s POV The morning sun filters through the glass panels of Plot 13’s greenhouse, scattering light across the damp soil and rows of herbs that Alejandro insisted I cultivate. Even after all these months, the scent of earth and growing things never fails to calm me. I kneel beside a row of young ginseng plants, carefully loosening the soil around their roots. The teens, Darian, Lysander, and Elysia, hover nearby, each holding a small trowel or basket. Their eagerness is tempered by cautious hesitation. They are learning, but the shadows of their pasts linger, visible in their quick glances and tight grips.

Lyra said, holding up a spiky leaf, "you crush and mix with fat for wounds. Stops infection." "And this," Yara added, showing a knobby root, "is for fever. You make a tea. Bitter, but it works." Elira listened closely. "We should mark where these grow. Make a garden just for them, closer to the healing space." Thane, his hands muddy from digging the new water channel, walked over. "The ditch is coming. The water wants to run downhill anyway. We're just giving it a better path." He wiped his brow. "Rokan found a good clay deposit by the river. He thinks we can make better pots. Watertight ones."

He offers me a sharp, questioning tilt of his brows, gesturing for my wrist. "Did you bring the vials I requested?" I ask, my voice raspy. He stares at me, his expression unreadable. "Your deception is masterful, Elowen." I remain silent as he checks my pulse, his fingers cold against my skin. He pulls a cluster of vials from his kit and murmurs, "These contain pure moon-root and iron-leaf. If you consume these daily and avoid any strenuous shifting or combat, the pup will thrive. It will remain hidden from any superficial check."

It had once been a bright beacon of memory, but now it looked like it was waiting for help. Elidra set the basket down. She knelt and dug into the soft earth with her shaking hands. She made a hole deep enough for the heavy bone. The smell of the earth felt good after the stench of the rot. "This is the trade," she whispered to the valley and the bone. "We give you a memory of an old protector. You give that memory a home. Let it dream of balance here. Let its dream be so strong that it distracts the poison away from our child.”

"You have to go back to the mud and the monsters?" "It is my home," Fantasy Vespera smiled. It was a fierce, wild smile. "The Ashlands are harsh, but they are free. Malphas misses me. He gets lonely when I don't scratch his scales." She reached into a pouch at her belt. She pulled out a small crystal vial filled with glowing blue liquid. "A gift," Fantasy Vespera said. "For the Architect." Modern Vespera took it. "What is it? Dragon poison?" "The Elixir of the Morning Star," Fantasy Vespera whispered conspiratorially. "It grants eternal youth and banishes wrinkles."

"What did you give them?" "Gifts," Radinah smiled and picked up a handful of dried purple flowers. "This is Blue Lotusss. For anxiety. And this..." She held up a pinch of grey powder. "Dream-Root. To soothe the weary muscles." She dropped it into the pot. The steam turned a sickly green. "The pack works too hard," Radinah sighed, pouring a cup and handing it to a passing guard. "Drink, brave warrior. It will make your spear... light."

“Please come upstairs with me. We have not only excellent celestial plants but also elixirs suitable for your level and many high-grade mysterious artifacts there," the shopkeeper said, sensing a potential big spender and getting friendly with Adrian. Upstairs, Adrian noticed a peculiar-looking celestial plant seedling and asked the shopkeeper about it. The shopkeeper noted Adrian's interest and gladly explained. The seedling was from the Celestisorb Tree, a useful celestial plant specializing in absorbing celestial veins. When planted, it could release celestial veins, making it essential for immortals above level nine.

Since entering the special training camp, Windsor has almost consistently held the top spot in both the team and individual competitions. This means she gets five bottles of Vitality Elixir every ten days. If she hasn't used them and has kept them stored, the number of potions in Windsor's possession would be considerable. Vitality Elixirs are purchased at the League's potion market, with a price tag of red bills, but the city government’s procurement price is surely not as high. If one were to purchase from Windsor, the price could likely be much lower.