The Soot-Stem Conservatory & Laboratory
Est. 2025 • Human Artificer (Alchemist Specialist)
The Soot-Stem Conservatory & Laboratory
The Conservatory is not a shop in the conventional sense — it's a working research lab. Visitors must know the back alley knock or be vouched for. Morrin hires ...
Shopkeeper
Morrin Hailspark, a Human Artificer (Alchemist Specialist) (Lvl 12)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(16)A corked vial of ruby liquid that knits skin and staunches blood. Standard adventuring staple.
Darker, thicker liquid in a glass phial. Hot to the touch and tastes faintly of iron.
A viscous, green-grey solution that helps a creature resist poison.
A chilled vial that tastes faintly of copper. Grants a temporary mental link.
A bitter, iron-rich draught used to accelerate healing and stabilize internal trauma.
A sticky flask of volatile compound. Throwing it creates a burst of clinging flame.
A palm-sized canister which, when cracked, emits a thick choking cloud of soot and sweet herbs for 1 minute.
A tiny phial with a dancing ember that refuses to go out. Useful in complex brews and for ritual needs.
A dried, iridescent flower that when smoked produces stimulating euphoria and mild perceptual enhancement.
A small corked vial containing ground, luminescent mushroom powder. The consumer's mind hums with psychic clarity.
A shimmering black powder ground from the legendary dragonstone. Ingesting it floods the body with furious strength.
A grainy paste rubbed into the muscles. The Conservatory warns of side effects but boasts measurable, temporary strength gains.
A sachet of crushed blueleaf and nightwort. Placing it under a pillow eases insomnia.
A sliver of volcanic glass infused with draconic essence. Extremely volatile when refined.
A satchel containing flasks, stirring rods, basic reagents, and labels. Good for field brews and simple extractions.
A heady wine distilled with moodflowers. Drinking smooths nerves and brings warm sociability.
Morrin Hailspark
Shop Atmosphere
“The Conservatory is not a shop in the conventional sense — it's a working research lab. Visitors must know the back alley knock or be vouched for. Morrin hires test subjects and will sometimes pay or trade for willingness to try new compounds. The lab openly experiments with borderline-legal substances (Magijuana, Psyshrooms) and keeps a tiny, highly guarded supply of Rage Dust and dragonstone shards. Staff speak in muttered formulae; clients are cataloged in a battered ledger. If a PC volunteers for experiments, Morrin negotiates pay, data rights, and nondisclosure in long, perfumed sentences. The place smells of soot, bruised mint, and the metallic tang of reagents — and if you listen closely you can hear someone humming a rhythm that sounds suspiciously like a recipe.”
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