20 Searing, Year 124
[Closed - Solo]
Hilana was carefully measuring venom from one of her mambas in a crystal vial. She had collected it that morning, and Zosoar was willing to pay a good deal of money for it, because it was a species that had been imported. They were decidedly rare in Atraxia, and very few people had access to them. Their venom was different enough from a cobra's or an asp's that traditional, more readily-available antivenin was relatively ineffective against it, and that meant that for a poisoner... if the intended victim did not have pesticyte on hand, they were entirely likely to succumb to it. In Solunarium, those who had the mark of Ioniri were few and far between, if there were any to be found at all.
She had a fabric mask that covered the bottom half of her face that acted as a shield to protect her eyes, mouth, and nose from accidentally ingesting anything or getting anything in her eyes. It had been treated with Negation, and while it allowed air in, and scents in, it kept the Bad Stuff out. While she was a tough cookie, it was better safe than sorry, and accidents did happen. This gave her a little more freedom to work.
The venom was poured carefully into a jar with a few other ingredients in it - alchemically treated water that altered the colour of the solution, and jimsonweed seeds that had been ground down into a powder with the mortar and pestle. Sometimes simple was best - of course, it depended on what the client wanted to use it for, but this could be ingested, and it would be fatal. Something else might be mounted in oils for it to be added to weapons and inflicted that way, but her mentor wanted this one for ingestion, and so be it. Hilana was not about to argue with the boss.
[Closed - Solo]
Hilana was carefully measuring venom from one of her mambas in a crystal vial. She had collected it that morning, and Zosoar was willing to pay a good deal of money for it, because it was a species that had been imported. They were decidedly rare in Atraxia, and very few people had access to them. Their venom was different enough from a cobra's or an asp's that traditional, more readily-available antivenin was relatively ineffective against it, and that meant that for a poisoner... if the intended victim did not have pesticyte on hand, they were entirely likely to succumb to it. In Solunarium, those who had the mark of Ioniri were few and far between, if there were any to be found at all.
She had a fabric mask that covered the bottom half of her face that acted as a shield to protect her eyes, mouth, and nose from accidentally ingesting anything or getting anything in her eyes. It had been treated with Negation, and while it allowed air in, and scents in, it kept the Bad Stuff out. While she was a tough cookie, it was better safe than sorry, and accidents did happen. This gave her a little more freedom to work.
The venom was poured carefully into a jar with a few other ingredients in it - alchemically treated water that altered the colour of the solution, and jimsonweed seeds that had been ground down into a powder with the mortar and pestle. Sometimes simple was best - of course, it depended on what the client wanted to use it for, but this could be ingested, and it would be fatal. Something else might be mounted in oils for it to be added to weapons and inflicted that way, but her mentor wanted this one for ingestion, and so be it. Hilana was not about to argue with the boss.