To make matters worse, Ul'dah’s merchants have been buying up every known remedy for sleeplessness. We’ve more sleep-deprived patients than I know what to do with, and our store of sleeping droughts is far from limitless. Kukusi: “Don’t tell me the noises at night are keeping you up as well. While I have your attention, I would like to warn you that remedies of dubious utility are rampant on the streets of Ul'dah of late, peddled by swindlers who seek to profit from the spreading fear over the lesser moon.”
You will find the finest alchemists and healers in Eorzea within these halls. Nogeloix: “Good evening to you, sir, and welcome to Frondale’s Phrontistery. For him it is most definitely blood.”īabaki: “I tell you this - there’s more coin to be had in placebos than in all the alchemical agents in this damned place!” I’d venture none in Ul'dah would even know it from an ampoule of their own piss.”Ĭactuar Blood: “Actually, this clear liquid is far closer to water than it is blood… except, that is, for the cactuar it is taken from.
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Radz-at-Han skin tonic is still a rare find, all the more so this far south. I’ll just use what you’ve brought to fill the empty bottles, and all those lovely Ul'dahn ladies will be none the wiser. Cactuar blood is supposed to help keep the skin supple. But I refuse to have it said that Guntram failed to make good on a delivery. Looks as though the lids shook off in transit and the whole load spilled right out. Just stopped to give my cargo a check on the way to Ul'dah and saw that all my bottles of Radz-at-Han skin tonic were as empty as a Garlean promise. Guntram: “Phew, you’ve saved my hide, friend. That was going to be the original arcanist story, but that got completely scrapped and turned into the current version.” One of the jobs would have you check ships and confiscate all of this contraband. You, as the Assessors (because at Mealvaan’s Gate the arcanists are Assessors) would check the stuff coming in. To make money off of this, a bunch of merchants would try to smuggle in snake oils and tonics and things like that, and try to sell those to the people dying so they could get their money because they knew they were going to die anyway and were desperate. It would infect all of these people and they would die. Las Vegas Fanfest 2014: “In Limsa Lominsa, the original Arcanist quest that was supposed to be released in 1.0 was actually about this disease spreading around La Noscea called the Green Rot. Our guild is searching for adventurers willing to carry out the grim task.” In their current state, the animals are a threat to the botanists, the forest, and themselves, and so to prevent any further incidents, it has been decided that the antelops must be put down. After inspecting the carcass of one of the beastkin, it is believed the animals must have eaten the leaves of the blackroot rose, known to cause horrible visions and induce extreme fits of violence. The Root of the Problem: “A pack of normally placid antelopes has grown frenzied and begun attacking botanists participating in the Greatloam Growery’s reforestation project. Merely knowing of its existence is hazardous to one’s health.” Known to enhance the hallucinatory effects of milkroot.”ĭreamweed: “A prohibited substance.
The sylphs who grow the deadly drug must be dealt with, but until they can be found, we must concentrate our efforts on ridding the forest of the saplings.”ĭreamtoad Ooze: “A slippery substance secreted by a dreamtoad. Got Milkroot: “Milkroot is a curse upon the people of the Twelveswood, destroying lives and tearing apart families. Milkroot: “The thick white sap extracted from this ochu root has the power to grant its user wondrously terrible visions.” Milkroot (most similar to LSD or Ayahuasca?) Weggfarr Wideaxe: “'Case yer wonderin’, that was pluto! Just a draft of it, an’ yer body turns hard as iron! Not even blades can pierce it!” My sister moved away to a rich merchant’s house and no longer visits us, and my older brother lies all day in the corner with his somnus pipe… If you could spare some food… Even the leaves of a cactuar would suffice…” My father left before I reached my third nameday, and my grandfather died last week in Copperbell Mines. My baby brother is hungry, but my mother is too weak to feed him. They are the prime ingredient in the creation of “somnus”─a substance whose fragrance is said to lull the sniffer’s mind into the sleep of death.” Those who overindulge are said to fall into an eternal slumber.”Īhldskyf: “As you suspected, these are the highly illegal blooms known as dream flowers. Chuchuto: “Somnus… That’s the mind warping-substance made from dream flowers.
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