Quen's Phials & Panaceas
Est. 2025 • Rock Gnome Artificer (Alchemist)
Quen's Phials & Panaceas
Maribelle hums softly when preparing mixtures and insists customers call her 'Merry' if they want a discount; she catalogs each sale in a battered ledger and wi...
Shopkeeper
Maribelle Quen, a Rock Gnome Artificer (Alchemist) (Lvl 12)
Keeper's Species
Rock Gnome
Shop Inventory
(20)Thin, clear vials with snug corks. Ideal for carrying single doses or samples.
A heavy stone mortar and a well-balanced pestle engraved with measuring marks.
A collapsible copper coil still with glass receptacles for small-batch distillation.
A scent-wrapped pouch containing several common alchemical herbs and bitter roots.
A small bundle of three standard healing potions sold at a slight discount.
A small phial of stabilized solvent used to preserve organic samples and prevent potions from spoiling.
A smooth, greenish potion that calms the blood and eases poisons.
A ruby-red liquid in a squat phial. The most common restorative available.
A deeper crimson elixir bottled in a faceted globe. Heals serious wounds.
A swirling, viscous elixir kept in an oak-backed case; powerful and expensive.
A legendary curative in a stoppered crystalline phial—reserved for desperate emergencies.
A bright, amber liquid that warms the blood and steels the mind.
A fizzing, electric-blue potion that hums faintly while held.
A clear, almost mirror-like fluid. When uncorked it quiets the air.
A smoky, swirling bottle that hides its contents even when light passes through.
A pale, feathered-blue draught that leaves a faint breeze when uncorked.
A silvered fluid that condenses into fog when poured into warm air.
A bright, cleansing potion that tastes of citrus and ash. Gets under the skin.
A thick potion whose hue depends on the damage type it was brewed to resist.
A small vial labeled with the sigils of remedy and calm; it soothes the afflicted.
Maribelle Quen
Shop Atmosphere
“Maribelle hums softly when preparing mixtures and insists customers call her 'Merry' if they want a discount; she catalogs each sale in a battered ledger and will refuse to sell certain brews to those she suspects are 'wastrels' or openly hostile. The shop smells of citrus and crushed mint; a small glass menagerie of bottled lightning and preserved beetles sits behind the counter. If a customer is in genuine peril she offers a single, meager 'courtesy sip' (a third of a Potion of Healing) free of charge, then makes a note in her ledger.”
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