Ashes Of Memory
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Description | This white ash is so fine that it feels soft and feathery to the touch. It's difficult to even breathe near it without inhaling some. The scent is… irritatingly familiar. It smells like burnt medicine, but you can't put your finger on where you remember it from. It's like someone ground up deja vu and gave you a pinch. |
Type | Drug |
Requires | 3 Body |
Use | It's hard not inhaling this stuff most of the time, so you just let nature take it's course. The scent of medicine… perhaps a specific medicine… curls up your nostrils and tickles the inside of your brain. You remember that scent… lying on your back, strapped to an operating table. You were faintly aware that it should bother you, but couldn't motivate yourself to care. Doctors stood all around you. Strange machines rattled and beeped faintly, pumping liquids into and out of your body through dozens of tubes. The whole room reeked of this scent. The memory overpowers your senses. You can hear the doctors' excited chatter, feel the needles digging into your skin, smell that chemical stench, and see through parched, unblinking eyes as though you were there now. One of the doctor's chimes in "differentiation at point five and dropping!" It… sounds bad, but she's smiling, and it seems like an awful lot of effort to ask them what it means. You hear a door open and a wash of fresh air dissipates some of the scent. A new voice echoes from the door. "What class?" The lead doctor in the room answers equally cryptically. "Probably E, but I wouldn't bet my job on it." The man at the door… you feel like you should recognize him somehow, chimes in "you better figure it out, the brothers are coming downstairs right now." You see an expression of mixed anticipation and terror creep over the lead doctor's face. "Alright," he commands. "Add another drip of the anxiety cocktail. I don't want any surprises." <Last paragraph has various results depending. See table below> |
Multi | You take a handful of the ashes and inhale deeply. You're assaulted by a wave of medical scent, like someone just emptied the supply room of a hospital on your head. You remember that scent… lying on your back, strapped to an operating table. You were faintly aware that it should bother you, but couldn't motivate yourself to care. Doctors stood all around you. Strange machines rattled and beeped faintly, pumping liquids into and out of your body through dozens of tubes. The whole room reeked of this scent. The memory overpowers your senses. You can hear the doctors' excited chatter, feel the needles digging into your skin, smell that chemical stench, and see through parched, unblinking eyes as though you were there now. One of the doctor's chimes in "differentiation at point five and dropping!" It… sounds bad, but she's smiling, and it seems like an awful lot of effort to ask them what it means. You hear a door open and a wash of fresh air dissipates some of the scent. A new voice echoes from the door. "What class?" The lead doctor in the room answers equally cryptically. "Probably E, but I wouldn't bet my job on it." The man at the door… you feel like you should recognize him somehow, chimes in "you better figure it out, the brothers are coming downstairs right now." You see an expression of mixed anticipation and terror creep over the lead doctor's face. "Alright," he commands. "Add another drip of the anxiety cocktail. I don't want any surprises." <Last paragraph has various results depending. See table below> |
Effects | Gain 10 XP in ATTRIBUTE |
Item | Message changes to | stat gain is all in |
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mysterious puzzle box | One of the younger doctors presses a button, which answers with a soft beep. As the room fades away, three men walk in wearing dark suits. The last thing you see before returning to consciousness is one of them flashing you a grin, showing you the joy and abandon only the truly mad can feel. | Reflexes |
mysterious puzzle pyramid | One of the younger doctors presses a button, which answers with a soft beep. As the room fades away, three men walk in wearing dark suits. The last thing you see before returning to consciousness is one of them removing his monocle to look into your eyes. Even the tiny, struggling emotions you felt through the drugs blaze like the sun compared to his empty gaze. Even after you awaken, you can still see those eyes… watching everything, feeling nothing. |
Perception |
mysterious puzzle rod | One of the younger doctors presses a button, which answers with a soft beep. As the room fades away, three men walk in wearing dark suits. The last thing you see before returning to consciousness is one of them glaring at the doctors as though he's about to rip them apart with his massive hands. He might be intimidating normally, but the drugs in your memory give you a detatched place to observe him from. | Strength |
mysterious puzzle tablet | One of the younger doctors presses a button, which answers with a soft beep. As the room fades away, you notice a dark man standing in the corner. He's hardly more than a shadow. He walks up to the operating table, the doctors buzying themselves around him as though they don't know he's there. The last thing you remember before regaining consciousness is the dark man slipping the black metal tablet into your numb hands. |
Will |
Sources
Grind Shaman's Dust into Ashes Of Memory using Mysterious Puzzle Box |
Shaman's Dust |
= | Ashes Of Memory |
Uses
This item is not a component for any kind of crafting. |
This item cannot be salvaged. |
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