[Job Thread] A Poison of Heldrog

by **Sherashadiss** on August 21st, 2014, 1:57 am

Day 40, Summer, 514 AV

The poisoncrafter had been at the market days before-hand and she had bought leaves of Heldrog from the markets. She had stored them in a dark place, where the light would not penetrate into her room so then when she had the time, she would deal with them at her own leisure, or for when she needed to make some kind of poison. The particular poison she had in mind was a poison that would paralyses someone for quite some time, eight to ten bells if she was exact, depending on how potent it was. Not only that, but it would cause stomach damage to whomever ingested it. Indeed, this poison had to be ingested and a smirk fell onto her lips as she glanced around her room, a room with no window to let the seeing eye in or the seeking sunlight in. It was ideal for her profession, for she did not want those with a mind too curious for its own good. Spotting her creating poisons, for which she may well be hunted for, a factor that she desperately wanted to avoid, so secrecy and privacy were needed. That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t allow someone to hire her for her profession, provided that they kept their mouth shut. Something that she enjoyed about Sunberth, it was full of secrets and people that were willing to kill each other.

A chuckled reached her lips at this as she crossed the room to where a container sat with the Heldrog leaves within its confines and she pulled on an apron. She then brushed the grey strands from her face to simply tuck them behind her ears, before she pulled on a set of gloves. She was excited, like she mostly was when she created poisons and even though this one more than likely wouldn’t cause death, provided they sought treatment for the stomach that was being damaged, than they could be fine. Well, mostly. A smirk slipped into place upon her lips at this thought as she grasped a mortar and pestle, it was made from ceramic and was a small one, but it did the job for her present day uses. Maybe even one day, she may even buy a house, set up a lab within it, have an in house business. Ah Sunberth, she thought to herself as she slowly opened the container, you have been a blessing to me in disguise. Gently placing the pestle upon the desk top, she would then place the four ounces of Heldrog leaves into the mortar, setting the empty container aside.

Picking up the pestle, she would then bring it down upon the leaves, using the hard surface of the mortar’s rounded bowl and the hard edge of the ceramic pestle to grind the leaves in between them. This was to essentially crush the leaves, to mash them into a pulp, for she had not dried them. No, she wanted the juices from the leaves and the stem of the leaves, so she had not picked them either. This would help make the poison much more potent, especially with the amount of leaves used. The more of the ingredient, the stronger the poison, or so she had found out. The sounds of ceramic upon ceramic, grinding and crushing the leaves was music to her ears, it sounded rhythmic and it massaged the tension from her being until she was completely relaxed with her work at hand. Slowly, the leaves within were beginning to turn to mush into the mortar bowl as she worked at grinding the leaves, turning the leaves into a pulp, a pulp that she could use.

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by **Sherashadiss** on September 10th, 2014, 2:28 pm

Once she was sure that she had grinded the leaves as best as she could with the pestle, she gently set aside the pestle and picked up a bottle of solution, lifting it up a little to view the clear liquid with her crimson gaze before she turned her attention back to the mortar with the pulp still within it. Tipping the bottle, she squeezed a couple of drops into the mortar before setting the bottle of solution aside and she silently waited for the solution to take effect, which it usually did straight away. What this solution did, was dissolve this pulp into a more runny state, however, she wasn’t exactly sure what was dissolved, just that the solution dissolved it. Her hands silently reached out to pick up the ceramic mortar and she gently began to tip the mortar in a circular pattern to see just how dissolved the pulp really was. After a moment’s pause, she would set the mortar back down upon the table once more and picked up the bottle of solution adding in a couple more drops, she wanted to make sure that it was runny enough before she actually did anything with the fluid. After-all she didn’t exactly want to do something and end up ruining it because she was too impatient to wait.

Shadiss watched the pulp like a snake waiting in ambush and once she was satisfied that it had achieved the desired runny state, she would then lift the mortar containing the fluids to pour it into a small vial. This vial was then placed into a centrifuge, a stopper or more commonly known as a cork, squeezed into the opening of the vial. Settling the mortar down and placing the pestle inside to keep them together, she would then turn her full attention to the centrifuge and she began to turn the handle, this causing the centrifuge to spin. This would spin the vial around and as she continued to turn the handle the liquid within the vial would begin to separate into layers of different thickness. She continued to spin the handle as she wanted the layers to fully separate into their different layers of thickness. Finally she stopped and turned her attention to the eye dropper upon the desk top and she unstoppered the vial. Gently she lowered the eye dropper into the vial so then the end touched the top surface, which was the thinner layer and squeezed the end of the eye dropper. This layer would be drawn right up into the eye dropped and she pull the eye dropper out of the vial to settled it upon the desk.

The poisoner paused for a moment as she admired the process so far, for not many did. It took a lot of hard work and dedication, time and patience. Shadiss had noted that the time she had started was on the 12th bell, but it had soon started to cross over to the 15th bell. The Dhani preferred to take her time, for it meant less mistakes and less hassles. It also meant that it costed a lot less to gain materials. Or taking her time to create a poison meant that she didn’t have to spend so long out in the wilds gathering herbs for the poisons. She would take off her gloves for a moment as she grasped her diary, dipping her quill into an ink vial before she began to take notes of the process so far. After all, it was important to take notes of successes so far, so then one could refer back to them, should something in the future go wrong. Once she was sure that she had make adequate notes, she placed the quill inside the diary and tossed it upon the bed, reaching forth to slide the gloves back onto her hands. Shadiss was now ready for the final stages.

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by **Sherashadiss** on September 13th, 2014, 3:52 pm

Silently, she took the vial and tipped the liquid into a dish, a small dish that was made out of a white glass, it would help for when she would put it over the heat and wouldn’t burn like wood. The Dhani would move about her room, snagging up the stabilizer to add to the layer of thick fluid. It would just help the fluid to remain some-what stable as she placed it upon the heat. This last bit was the tricky bit and she had to remain very aware of this process for she would have to pull the dish from the heat just as it starts to boil, for she didn’t want to over-heat or burn the liquid. So she hovered over it, her crimson gaze carefully watching for any bubbles that may occur. She didn’t expect it to boil straight away, simply because the heat would need to warm up the glass dish and that would only take a couple of chimes seeing as the dish was only small. It only needed to be big enough to hold a small amount of liquid and depending on the outcome of this boil, most of it would be used, while the other bits would be discarded. She just had to remain vigilant to spot the small little bubbles that would develop and indicate that it was just boiling.

As Shadiss watched the dish like a hawk would watch its prey, she lightly bit down upon her bottom lip, chewing upon it. This was the part that she sometimes rushed or would otherwise turn away and do something else. In the past it had led to some poisons being completely destroyed, so she had to wait, to be patient with the process, even if her hands were idle for the minute. Drawing in a slow breath, she released her bottom lip from the grip of her teeth, her crimson gaze never once straying from the dish that was settled over the heat. Finally she began to see bubbles within the liquid and she gathered up her apron into her hands to provide her hands protection from the heat of the dish and she pulled it off of the heat, settling it upon the desk top. Silently, she would let go of the apron to start scraping away the spots that appeared to have refused to boil, this she could tell by the density of the liquid. If it had boiled, bubbles would have formed and the liquid would attain a complete liquid form, meaning it would be much runnier. However, the parts where it didn’t boil, lacked the presence of bubbles, but it also, wasn’t as runny as the parts where it did boil. Not only that, but the greasy residue that flowed from the bubbling boiling parts, would move to the parts where it was not bubbling, so they had to be removed.

Once that task was complete, she used the apron once more to protect her hand as she grasped the glass dish. Her free hand also grabbed a hold of an empty vial and held it steady as she poured this liquid, that was slowly cooling into the vial. Keeping mindful to keep her hands steady, she did not want to spill it. After every drop filled the small vial, she set the dish down and grasped a hold of a cork to squeeze it into the vial so then to keep the liquid sealed inside it. She held it up to eye sight a smile upon her lips. She tilted the vial just a little to watch the poison move within the vial and she pressed her lips together. It wasn’t perfect and she had a feeling that because she had stopped to write inside her diary, that the poison wasn’t as effective as she would have liked it. She even had a feeling that she may have boiled it a little too much, for she had spent that small amount of time to gather up the apron in her hands to grasp the dish, but she imagined that it would work all the same, it just wouldn’t be as effective. A smirk fell upon her lips as settled the vial upon the desk and slipped off her gloves and apron, the more that she practiced her craft the more that her poisons would lack such imperfections, especially when it would come to the more basic of poisons. However, for the moment she was just satisfied that she was able to create such a poison and for now, that would do. Next time, she would just have to remember to make notes after the process.

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by **Avarice** on September 26th, 2014, 4:47 pm

Succumb to Your Desires
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