Ymiden 2, Arc 720
The weather was strange, the Mortalborn decided with a light furrowing of his brow as he looked out of the window of the laboratory where he was currently working on his newest creation, a potion that was supposed to temporarily give the drinker an Ellune’s resistance to cold and that would be the topic of his thesis. Since the beginning of the Hot Cycle, it had become noticeably warmer, almost unusually warm, in fact. The snow that had covered the streets outside the Academy was melting, for the first time since he had returned to the northern city where he had already spent a lifetime a few centuries prior, the rivers and streams outside of Viden carried more water than they usually did, and places that had been almost impossible to reach before were easily accessible now.
He could not help but wonder what the next couple of trials would bring – and what had caused this strange heatwave. A part of him also wondered about the point of working on a potion that made you tolerate the cold better when the temperatures were relatively high; but then again, this strange quasi-summer was likely only temporary. The snow would fall again, the rivers would freeze again, and his invention would be in demand once more. Besides, his ultimate goal was to prove that the blood of normal people – of so called mundane people, of people that were neither mages nor had any blessings – could have a use in alchemy, that it could be extraordinary useful, in fact.
Nobody had ever done such a thing before, and nobody had ever thought that it would be possible.
With that thought in mind, he returned to the workstation where he had set everything up for his next experiment. In Ashan, he had already made a prototype of the Ellune potion (after he had successfully finished a potion that gave the drinker a Lotharro’s endurance and increased arenaline) and begun a first, brief series of tests on lab animals, rats and mice for the most part. His goal that trial was to run a second, more extensive series of tests on the aforementioned rodents in order to see how well they reacted to the new potion and how much better they tolerated cold now before he moved on to the first series of tests on a carefully selected small group of humanoid volunteers.
Using an eyedropper, he added ten drops of blood – donated by his research assistant Plia, a young woman that was of Ellune descent – to a vial that he had already filled with alcohol beforehand before he proceeded to add the other reagents, having measured them carefully. Alchemy was an utterly complex and precise science; if you added too much or too little of a reagent it could have negative side effects – or render the potion useless which was why he was highly focused on the task at hand and forced himself to work quite slowly. The ambitious part of him wanted to finish his research by the end of the season; in the end it was more important that the potion worked though – and that it worked well, with as few side effects as possible – than to be done in as short an amount of time as possible.
The weather was strange, the Mortalborn decided with a light furrowing of his brow as he looked out of the window of the laboratory where he was currently working on his newest creation, a potion that was supposed to temporarily give the drinker an Ellune’s resistance to cold and that would be the topic of his thesis. Since the beginning of the Hot Cycle, it had become noticeably warmer, almost unusually warm, in fact. The snow that had covered the streets outside the Academy was melting, for the first time since he had returned to the northern city where he had already spent a lifetime a few centuries prior, the rivers and streams outside of Viden carried more water than they usually did, and places that had been almost impossible to reach before were easily accessible now.
He could not help but wonder what the next couple of trials would bring – and what had caused this strange heatwave. A part of him also wondered about the point of working on a potion that made you tolerate the cold better when the temperatures were relatively high; but then again, this strange quasi-summer was likely only temporary. The snow would fall again, the rivers would freeze again, and his invention would be in demand once more. Besides, his ultimate goal was to prove that the blood of normal people – of so called mundane people, of people that were neither mages nor had any blessings – could have a use in alchemy, that it could be extraordinary useful, in fact.
Nobody had ever done such a thing before, and nobody had ever thought that it would be possible.
With that thought in mind, he returned to the workstation where he had set everything up for his next experiment. In Ashan, he had already made a prototype of the Ellune potion (after he had successfully finished a potion that gave the drinker a Lotharro’s endurance and increased arenaline) and begun a first, brief series of tests on lab animals, rats and mice for the most part. His goal that trial was to run a second, more extensive series of tests on the aforementioned rodents in order to see how well they reacted to the new potion and how much better they tolerated cold now before he moved on to the first series of tests on a carefully selected small group of humanoid volunteers.
Using an eyedropper, he added ten drops of blood – donated by his research assistant Plia, a young woman that was of Ellune descent – to a vial that he had already filled with alcohol beforehand before he proceeded to add the other reagents, having measured them carefully. Alchemy was an utterly complex and precise science; if you added too much or too little of a reagent it could have negative side effects – or render the potion useless which was why he was highly focused on the task at hand and forced himself to work quite slowly. The ambitious part of him wanted to finish his research by the end of the season; in the end it was more important that the potion worked though – and that it worked well, with as few side effects as possible – than to be done in as short an amount of time as possible.
