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Size matters right? Well when you try to ride your poney to find it the size of a mouse, YES! Minor fractures appear in random locations across Scalvaris as creature begin changing size, small becomes big and big becomes small. For whatever reason, nothing already 'big' become bigger, or small becomes smaller, but for a single trial there are reports of the shocking phenomenon for all walks of life.
Within a few breaks, he had a pair of toxins in vials that would fit the bill. He applied catalyzing reagents to link the poisons, so that one activated and bolstered the other when they came in contact. The deadly poison, that catalyzed from the paralytic, he tucked into slots that were wrought into his baldric. The paralytic, he took from the vial and drank to absorb it. That done, he supposed he was prepared at least in that aspect.
Woe had been makingpreparations to host a hunt into the edges of the Scaltoth, with some of the newer merchant guild members. They were largely new to business in general, start-ups as it were. Looking to invest in the now wide-open Almundian real estate scene, by snatching up land to establish businesses there. Although the city more than ever had its share of crime and disorder, Woe had assured them that the promise of financial gain was significant.
As he was preparing himself for the venture, Sage brought him Botany from the Bones where the Quacian Bloodhound had been staying. She had a concerned look on her face, which set Woe on guard immediately. "Botany?"
"Uhm, don't ask why, but he appears to have changed a little overnight?" Sage bit her lip. Then she stood aside to reveal a much smaller, terrier-sized Botany.
"Botany!" Woe knelt down, beckoning the hound to him. "Are you sure he didn't swap himself out for another dog?" He looked up at sage, and then back to the dog.
But he appeared to have all the features of his favorite hound. So it must be some strangeness caused by Fractures or else the strangeness of Scalvoris. Woe hoped it wasn't permanent.
Hmmmm Sod said, having spoken to Woe for the first time in a while. His nose is closer to the ground, might be helpful?
Woe considered that, and nodded. May be right, Sod. At any rate, appears little we can do.
Once Sage dismissed herself, he swiftly finished dressing himself, putting on a wrist-length and knee-length flaxen brown tunic. His breeches were of wool fabric with flaxen inner lining. They were loose-fitting and colored green, tucked into black leather shin-wraps. His feet were bare, save for some brown fur coverings that draped over the top of his feet, to purvey the illusion of soles. Around his shoulders, a mantled sash of gold for his position in the Order of the Adunih, wrapped over his torso, cinched in place by a pewter broach in the shape of a blood hound.
Idly, the mortalborn wondered about other animals as he walked down from his office, admiring the treasures the Merchant's Guild displayed in their corridors.. Might not this phenomenon have affected other creatures as well? Was it cause to call off the hunt? In the end he decided against cancelling the event. Besides, having smaller prey may improve the success chances of their hunt. So Woe presented himself to the hunting party that waited outside the Merchant Guild Hall. All newly minted business owners, having invested in Almund, and given advance access to the hall for that reason.
Some might've accused Woe of filling the ranks of the Merchant's Guild with people he'd hand picked. They wouldn't be far off the mark. He wanted more people beholden to him, in government, in business, and all around the island and the parts of the world that were connected to Scalvoris. More important now that the dregs of Etzos was spreading its vile tentacles across the ocean, all the way to Scalvoris.
Woe waved to the party, which included about a dozen of the new members. They were a varied bunch, some biqaj among them, mostly human, and one Qi'ora. Woe made it a point to keep the Qi'ora close at hand, as one of the favored people of Chamadarst, at least from what he gathered in his visit to Nashaki so long ago.
Botany followed at Woe's heels, which a few female members of the hunting party squealed in delight. Woe's eyes nearly threatened to roll back in his head, but he resisted the impulse.
"Now, we're ready?" He asked, and so they set off on the ferry that would take them to the Scaltoth's outskirts.
