Sam had taken the kettle and a bunch of more vials and thrown them in a cart along with some baskets of herbs he had taken from the kitchen and a few bottles of water.
He had fixed a small pile of burning wood on top of a large stone slab and had been awkwardly boiling water in the kettle while sitting in the back of the cart while they traveled. A lot of boiling water splashed from the sides and he lost a few apples on the way. Constantly cursing under his breath with every road bump.
He finally looked up when he heard a storm of paper rush around him. He saw a massive tunnel as their group marched on. When the sudden realization came that he was staring slack jawed in wonder he got up and pulled out a few bushels angelica and held them near the fire until a cinder landed on them and set them alight. He then put them in the kettle while muttering something about wonder. Magic was in the air, everything around Sam vibrated with magical energy. Along with his sense of amazement he focused the energy into the mixture while quietly chanting to himself. "Effect type: transmutation, compulsion, light, . 1 Charge. Area of Effect: object."
The liquid turned a thick and syrupy, milky white. He had liquefied inspiration. In a way. Kind off.
Horrace sat in the guild hall, he had no intentions of coming along on the crazy suicide run. He was getting bored so he figured he'd look around the place.
He had fixed a small pile of burning wood on top of a large stone slab and had been awkwardly boiling water in the kettle while sitting in the back of the cart while they traveled. A lot of boiling water splashed from the sides and he lost a few apples on the way. Constantly cursing under his breath with every road bump.
He finally looked up when he heard a storm of paper rush around him. He saw a massive tunnel as their group marched on. When the sudden realization came that he was staring slack jawed in wonder he got up and pulled out a few bushels angelica and held them near the fire until a cinder landed on them and set them alight. He then put them in the kettle while muttering something about wonder. Magic was in the air, everything around Sam vibrated with magical energy. Along with his sense of amazement he focused the energy into the mixture while quietly chanting to himself. "Effect type: transmutation, compulsion, light, . 1 Charge. Area of Effect: object."
The liquid turned a thick and syrupy, milky white. He had liquefied inspiration. In a way. Kind off.
Horrace sat in the guild hall, he had no intentions of coming along on the crazy suicide run. He was getting bored so he figured he'd look around the place.